#lee!Venti

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SEE YOU ALL IN THE NEW YEAR!!

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

[pink-tk-a-latte]

if you could sit in a barrel, maybe

[sfw tickle fic!! possible claustrophobia. lee!venti, ler!lumine]

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“Well… this is troublesome.”

Lumine hissed as she squeezed Venti closer to her. “You’re the one who got us here.” Venti laughed, breathless as the Traveler choked him.

The wooden walls of the barrel did nothing to muffle the heavy footsteps shaking the tavern floor. Lumine’s ears could pick up the clinking of chains on the suit of the tavernkeeper (Diluc, because of course it was Diluc). The air was stuffy, it smelled sour, and, as hard as she blinked, Lumine could see nothing but darkness and the not-even-guilty outline of Venti’s face squished against his braids.

“Aw, don’t be mad, my dear. I just wanted some birthday wine! However could we celebrate without wine?” Venti whispered pitifully, head cradled in Lumine’s lap. His feet scuffed on the side of the barrel — she felt her lungs still.

Every noise was like a firecracker in this suffocating, pitch-black space. At each incensed footfall outside and each too-sharp breath or shuffle within the curved planks, Lumine’s arms stiffened around the bard in her hold. If only I could be silent enough for the both of us.

Venti kicked his leg again, twitching with excited energy. Lumine’s heart rocketed. The steps on the floorboards had stopped. She stuck her hands under Venti’s arms and tugged him close.

Then his entire body flinched, a squeak shooting out of his mouth. Lumine clenched her teeth as the barrel shook.

“Venti!”

“Sorry!” Venti wriggled as much as he could, the tiniest wispy giggles sprouting from his lips. “Wahaha— Your hahands!”

Lumine sighed. A twitchy smile pulled at her cheeks. “Oh, Ven. Just try to be quiet.”

Mute, Lumine scribbled under Venti’s arms. She chuckled softly at his nervous choke.

“Lu- Luhumihine! AHaha- NaHAhat now! Stop t- tihihi— Stahap thahahat!”

“What? Tickling you?” Lumine grinned as Venti quivered and whined in a flustered flurry. She dragged her fingers between his upper ribs, teasing at the edge of his dancing corset.

“EHee yehehehes! Stop tihihicklihing!”

“Stop being so ticklish then.” In this moment of warmth and giddy suspense, Lumine forgot all need for stealth. There was something thrilling about breaking the rules, toeing the line and trying not to get caught.

Lumine traced the hems of Venti’s dress shirt, scratching up his forearms and around his underarms. Hysterical, he squealed into her clothes and squirmed. Lumine could feel the vibrations of his lyre-sweet laughter running through her abdomen (and she tried to pretend it didn’t affect her in a giggly way at all).

“EEHE! Dihiluhuhuc will hehehehear!” Venti pleaded. “He’ll be sohoho mahaHAhad!”

Now you’re worried? “Well, maybe you deserve it.” With a huff, Lumine patted down his torso, searching for his hips. “This was all your idea anyway, you little wiggleworm.” Ah, bingo. She slipped her fingers into the hole in Venti’s shorts, tracing circles into soft, sensitive skin where his shirt had ridden up.

All the while, Venti was gnawing on his braids to muffle himself, a wail leaping from the back of his throat when she made it to his hips. He’d jerked so far forward that Lumine had sunk farther onto her back somehow, and Venti was now crushing her chest.

“LUHUmihihi pleheheHEASE! Nah nohohot thehehere! I cahahan’t, Ihihi’m—!” Desperately, Venti twisted his hips and shook his head, braids whipping about, glowing. Oh, they were glowing a lot, actually. Almost as if—

The barrel exploded.

Lumine lay surrounded by the splintered remains of their hiding spot — unharmed, but winded (ha) by the burst of Anemo. Venti was collapsed on her chest, where he panted and rubbed at his apple-red cheeks.

Grimacing as her legs twinged with pins and needles, Lumine propped Venti up by his shoulders to examine his face. “You okay?” she asked, still supine on the floor.

Venti nodded, loopy. “Only hurt that you would be so mean to me. And on my birthday?” He pouted and almost tumbled onto her again.

A snicker broke out of Lumine’s chest. Then it snowballed into bubbling laughter that shook her entire torso. Venti too succumbed to mirthful stitches, equally exhilarated from the high of misbehavior.

“Happy birthday to you.” Lumine giggled and patted Venti’s cheek. He met her with a wide, joyous smile.

“Happy birthday indeed, bard,” came a new, much deeper, much more intimidating voice.

Venti and Lumine looked up at the looming shadow, red hair, dark suit, crossed arms and all. Blazing eyes twisted in irritation burned through them.

It seemed Diluc had discovered the mess they’d created.

And they never even made it to the wine…

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY VENTI!!!!! 🍏 You’re finally home for your bday pictures after evading my pulls for three years <333

[n1ghtdreamer]

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

WARNING! English is not my native language, sorry for possible mistakes.

– Venti, get up, how long can you sleep! – you said in bewilderment, bending over the bard’s bed. But he didn't hear you and continued to snore peacefully as if nothing had happened. It was almost noon, but you still couldn’t hit the road because of the dark-haired sleepyhead. You needed to do something. Suddenly an idea popped into your head and a smile broke out on your face. *This* might work. You lightly lifted the edge of the blanket and saw the boy’s bare feet. “Well, hold on!” – you thought, giggling a little. You began to run your finger along his foot and saw how it shuddered and quickly crawled deeper into the blanket.

– No-no, you won't escape it! – you said playfully as you grabbed Venti’s ankle, – Come on, wake up! Saying this, you began to quickly run your fingers over his defenseless sole. The bard suddenly opened his eyes and bursted into laughter:

– Phahahaha! Ahahaha! What's going on? Ahahahaha!

– You've finally woken up! – you answered slyly.

– Phehehehe! What are you doing? Stohohohop ihihihit!

– Not so fast! You've been so studious in ignoring my attempts to wake you up that now you are in for a little punishment! Saying this, you increased the pace of tickling, concentrating on the arch of the foot. The boy squealed and began to flounder in bed, laughing loudly and begging for mercy:

– Ahahahahaha! Hahahahahaha! Wahahatihihit! It tickles! – Let this be a lesson for you! – you answered sarcastically and tickled under his toes. This caused the bard to twitch and squirm even more, his arms and free leg were flailing erratically. Several small pillows fell from the bed onto the floor.

– Hahahahahaha! Ahahahahaha! I can't take it! You noticed Venti's face turning red and his breathing becoming rapid and ragged. It seemed he was really on his limit. – Okay, that’s enough for you now, – you said, smiling, and finally stopped the tickling.

– That's unfair! – the bard answered, catching his breath a little. – Maybe... But now I know how to make you wake up on time! – you said teasingly. Venti blushed and turned away embarrassed.

[aticklishpercivalwriter]

Pumpkin Carving

Tickletober 2024 - Day 2: Accident

Link to Art: Xiaoven Impact Dandelions - Xiao x Venti (xiaoven)

Summary: Venti and Xiao carve pumpkins for decorations and then tickles ensue. How? Read on to find out :)

A/N: Day 2 fic on Day 4 💀. Hope Tickletober is going well for you all! Not much else to say but hope you enjoy this fic!

Word Count: 1,007

Also on AO3!

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“It was an accident, I swear!”

Xiao stood there; his expression deadpan as pumpkin gunk dripped from his face while Venti was trying and failing miserably at not laughing at Xiao.

“I thought no one was there when I threw the pumpkin gunk away. I didn’t see you there, honest!”

“You know you dragged me here to carve pumpkins with you.”

“Oh, I did? Ehe~”

Venti did his signature chuckle, scratching the back of his head. Xiao wiped the rest of the gunk off and closed the distance between them, his eyes narrowing.

“Xiao, wait! I didn't mean to!” Venti squeaked, bracing his hands against his chiseled form.

“Hmm.”

Venti’s heart dropped, knowing his fate was sealed. Xiao only hummed in thought when he was ready to punish him. And throwing pumpkin gunk, accidentally if Venti may add, at him was the tipping point.

“XiaoXiao, c'mon it was an accident! Believe me! I didn't- Eep!”

Xiao trapped his hands in a vice grip, a devious smirk playing on his lips making Venti shiver.

“Ven, pet names aren't going to get you anywhere,” he whispered in his ear.

“Xiao,” Venti whined. “Don't do that. You know how it makes me feel.”

“Oh, I know,” Xiao deepened his voice and his whispers vibrated against Venti's ear making him squirm. “You deserve it for throwing pumpkin stuffing at me and even laughing.”

“I said I didn't mean it though! It was an accident!” Tingling sensations traveled down his neck making him involuntarily smile.

“Like I believe that.”

“Well, you should because I'm your bohohoy- nohohoho! Xiaohoho!”

Xiao started digging into his ribs, growling playfully.

“Boyfriend perks won’t save you either.”

“Plehehehase! Xiahahahao!”

Xiao wasn’t hearing any of it and squeezed the spot between his side and hips making him squeal.

“XIAHAHAHAO! Ihihi dihihidn’t dohOHO ihihit ohohon purpohose! It wahahas an acciDEHEHENT! EHEHAHAHAHA! Forgihihive mehehEHEHE! PLE- AHAHAHA!”

He giggled and yelped when Xiao alternated between pinching the two spots. He swayed his body as far away from Xiao as he could but those evil, wiggling fingers always found their way back to him.

“And why should I believe you this time, hmm? You have a long record of pranking and doing all sorts of shenanigans to all of us, especially me.”

A pout passed Xiao’s face before morphing into a smirk when he heard Venti let out a desperate shriek when he slipped his hand under his clothing.

“You’re juhuHUST EHEHEASY tohohoho MEHEHESS WIHIHITH!”

“And you dare say that while I have you like this, Ven?”

Xiao clawed at his ribs making Venti cackle, trying to curl inward to protect himself.

“GAHAHAHA! XIAHAHAO! NAHAHAHAT THAHAHAT!”

“Hmph, why not? You’re easy to tickle and make laugh,” Xiao remarked, not letting up and moving to his hips, massaging them.

“NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE EIHIHITHER! I’M SOHOHOHORRY!”

“Too late for apologies, Ven. You sealed your fate with those words.”

He carried him over to the table they were working at, moving the tools and stuff before placing him on top of it and climbing on top of him. He wiggled his fingers at him, looking down with an evil grin. Venti gasped, a nervous smile making its way onto his face.

“Please, Xiao! Pleasepleaseplehehease! You knohow I can’t handle ihit!”

Giggles slipped through as he begged, holding Xiao’s hands in his grasp.

“Oh, is my boyfriend begging already~?” Xiao teased.

He effortlessly freed his hands from Venti’s grasp, letting his hands slide under Venti’s clothes once again making him giggle and whine.

“Xiahahao!” he cried out, grabbing a hold of his arm.

“Oh, that was an accident. My hands slipped,” Xiao snickered, vibrating his fingers across Venti’s belly and against his ribs.

“Thahat’s nohohot an accIHIHIDEHEHENT!”

Xiao rolled his eyes and began squeezing his sides and kneading his hips. Venti’s reaction was priceless.

“BWAHAHAHA! OKAHAHAY! IHIHIHI GIHIHIVE! PLEHEHEASE XIAHAHAO!”

“Tell me what you did and maybe I will let up.”

“IHIHI THEHEHEREW THEHE PUHUMPKIN STUFF AHAHAT YOUHUHU OHOHON PURPOSE!”

He shrieked, throwing his head back when Xiao dug at the spot between his hips and sides.

“And why?”

“IHIHI JUST WAHAHANTED TOHOHO- AHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAVE FUHUHUN!”

“Hmm.”

“XIAHAHAO! PLEHEHEASE! I’M SOHOHOHORRIEHEHE! LEHEHET MEHEHE GOHOHO PLEHEHEASE! MY LOHOHOHVE! I’M BEHEHEGGING YOUHUHU! NAHAHAHAHA!”

Xiao softly smiled, slowing the tickles to a stop and kissing Venti on the nose.

“That wasn’t so hard was it~?”

Venti pouted.

“You owe me one on the lips XiaoXiao.”

He pulled Xiao in for a kiss on the lips where he wanted.

“That’s better,” he sighed after they pulled away.

“You rest. I’ll finish the pumpkin carvings then we can head back to the house.”

“Mhmm.”

Venti hummed in acknowledgment, feeling Xiao get off him. He closed his eyes as he listened to the sounds of Xiao working and eventually fell asleep.

Xiao looked over to a now snoring Venti and couldn’t help but admire him as his chest rose and fell and a small smile was on his face.

He finished his work a couple minutes later, teleporting the pumpkins into the house and teleporting back to pick up Venti. He picked him up bridal style, opting to walk back instead so he could continue to admire his love and give him kisses.

“I know it was an accident, Ven. I just wanted to see you laugh is all. I hope you can forgive me for being selfish,” Xiao whispered, starting the walk towards the house.

Venti curled into Xiao, woken up by being carried but ready to fall back asleep at any moment.

“You don’t need to ask forgiveness for that, XiaoXiao. (Yawn) I will give you anything you want and say something if I’m uncomfortable. It’s okay for you to be selfish with me. And I’ll always forgive you, no matter what.”

Before Xiao could respond, Venti was fast asleep again and Xiao fondly smiled at him.

“Oh Venti, what did I do to deserve you?” he massaged the back of his head and sighed.

“Thank you, Ven,” he kissed his lips and continued walking back, a warmth in his heart.

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Thank you for reading! :)

-Perz

~Risus Amoris~

[synthleeius]

drunken antics

a bitch is BACCKK🙏 i remember writing the start of this fic before i had this blog omg

lee!venti

ler!aether

Aether hummed, his feet moving to the pace of the city. Friday nights in Mondstadt were especially busy, and even though it was half past 11, various lights and lanterns kept the village lit as people made their way around the place for personal needs and what not. His floating travel companion had tapped out this time, claiming she was too tired to go out on any favours.

The honorary knight walked down the paths near Flora's flower store set up, eventually reaching the lower levels of Mondstadt near the tavern. Glancing at the barrels in front, he quickly decided that going in for a few hello’s wouldn’t be too bad. With a quiet bell chime, the Angels Share noise set into his ears. With tables full and bard playing a lyre at the back. It set a nice ambiance, as he walked up to the ba-

“Traveller! Wha- *hic* Are you doing here?”

recognising the high pitched voice. He turned to meet the eyes of Mondstadt’s famous bard. Venti quickly spinned the chair around and stumbled off. Though, immediately falling into his dear friend wasn't quite what he was trying to do. But it didn't matter, he wrapped his arms around the knight tightly as Aether tried to pull him up to prevent him from falling.

“Ehe~! Aether..*hic* where.. Where have you beenn~? I haven- *hic* seen you in Mon- Monstadt for like.. ever. ehe..” he slightly rambled, huffing as the traveller finally stabilised his stance. “Venti.. who let you get this drunk?”

“I’m not drrun- drunk! jus- *hic* just happyyy~ ehehe.. Aether i'm all spinny.. you- can you pass my me-.. wait.. me my drink? yeah..” He giggled out, whining as aether threw their hand over his shoulder and led his arm around to their’s. “Come on, let's get you home okay?”

Venti gasped loudly, though not to be looked at twice with all the commotion in the tavern. “Whaaat? no!- nonono.. I still.. need to drink the rest..! Ae- tther.. pleasee? ill tell you a secret if you do!” he insisted, leaning over to the others ear and cupping his hands around his mouth as he spoke-

“I’m.. actually Barbatos. shhh.. you can't tell aannybody okay? its a secre- a secret.” He took his hands away and looked into his eyes waiting for a reaction. Aether couldn’t help but laugh a bit, faking a surprised expression. “Wow, really?” he gasped, his voice dripping in sarcasm. He reached into his back pocket and slipped a couple mora bills under the half filled glass. But knowing Venti, that wouldn’t be nearly enough to cover his tab. Poor master Diluc...

“ye- *hic* yeah! I'm like.. alot old. what's the word.. chemistry?” he mumbled, in deep thought. Which is probably why he didn't notice when Aether slowly led him out the tavern and got his own teapot out, because archons know where Venti spends his nights.

“Cen.. centuries! Yeah.. yeah that- that's the word. it means like.. centurie- oh! that was fast.. you're a fast walker..” he slurred his words, leaning his head on Aether’s shoulder.. “I’ll take you to bed, come on.” he insisted softly, leading him up the stairs and into his bedroom. Within seconds of noticing the bed, he tilted his head up all the way and reached out to it only for his arm to slump back down lazily.

Aether complied, sitting him up on the bed and reaching over to the side table to get a bottle of water. “..you- you're not gonna make me drink that. right?”

….

“..right?”

with a loud groan Venti flopped onto his back and turned away. “Nooo- sont- dont make *hic* -make me..”

“Come on, if you don’t drink this now you're gonna feel especially sick in the morning. Trust me, it's not fun..” he shuttered slightly, remembering the feeling of a particularly bad hangover.

“I don’t care! you- you're bad! you're a bad bad man Aether- you're the worst! i'm not- *hic!* touching your weird, clear, tasteless drink!!”

Aether sighed, setting the bottle back. “..You're drinking it, whether you like it or not. And if it means I have to take some drastic measures, so be it." He said, a serious facade on his face.

The drunkard bard seemingly taking it seriously had wide eyes and a small smile as he spoke;“Huh?! dr- *hic!* drastic! what are you gon- AH! Aethther! dohont- dohohnt yohou dahahare!”

In a swift motion, Aether hand gently moved his hands to scribble across Venti’s upper ribs, giggling softly along with him.

“Oh, I do dare. You know how to make it stop Venti~” The traveller smiled softly, his hands skilfully scratching in between the little bones all the way down to his waist. Venti dug his head into the mattress, kicking his feet out behind him as he squirmed. “ahahE!- noho! Ihi dohon’t wahahant to! goHo awahay!” His hands pressed into the mattress with all the strength he could muster up while like this (Which in all honesty wasnt alot, especially for an archon..) , his wide smile on display.

“Awh, Venti.. Has anyone ever told you that you have a very pretty smile?” He said softly, his fingers massaging into the other’s waist over the lazily tied corset. Venti let out a loud hiccup in between his giggling, shaking his head left to right. “eheno! stohhop teheasing meheee!”

Aether chuckled with a gentle tone in his voice, blunt nails dragging down to where his hips met his thighs, digging in between. “Oh, but I would never tease you, wouldn't even dream of it, Venti.”

Okay, now he was definitely teasing..

Venti’s legs continued kicking, his hands shot up at Aether’s shoulders with a tight grip. “What, you don't like it here? Right here?” The blonde spoke, scribbling his fingers along his lower hips.

“Aehetherrrr~! ihi am- I aham a archon!”

“Yeah, a very giggly one in your case.”

“Aham nohot!” He argued back even through the said giggles, denying any sort of claims. “A drunk one?” Aether counter-offered, his hands travelling down to squish at the sides of his thighs.

“Nohot druhunk! juhust hahappy! I alreheady said that, I thi- wahait wait!” He repeated his phrase from earlier before jolting, his knees trying to curl up to his chest. “What, hm? You're gonna drink some water now?” He asked, fingertips momentarily stilling but continuing to rest on the spot.

“Waihit- juhust wahait..” He insisted, letting out soft breathy giggles as he caught his breath. “Thahats- thats not fair.”

“Ihits not fair?” The traveller repeated, a slight laugh of his own leaving his lips. “And why is that?”

“Because- behecause I have my things on! And thats- its soho bad, so you can’t.” He explained drunkenly, a hand pulling at his own tights to give further example.

“Oh I can’t?” He pressed his finger pads into the small diamonds on the patterned tights, enlightening a giggly gasp from the other. “Are you sure I can’t?”

“..No.” Venti mumbled, a soft squeal escaping his throat when he felt the hands suddenly attach themselves onto his knees and squeeze.

“You're so stubborn, just give upp~ I need to get you to bed, yknow.” Aether shrugged, talking like he was completely oblivious to what he was doing.

Venti didn’t reply, maybe a few babbles about how ‘he wasn’t a baby’, which the blonde simply countered with the reminder that he had his head thrown back because he was just that childishly ticklish. He honestly had never seen him shut up so quickly.. he's definitely gonna use this for blackmail.

“Okahay okay!” He exclaimed dramatically inbetween his squeals, “Stohop, ihim gohonna die!”

“Dramatic, but okay.” He chuckled, rubbing the left over tingles away. “You're done with your little tantrum? You’ll drink it?”

“..I want apple juice.”

“I’ll take it.”

[dumbstuffsstuff]

Long Time Friend || Lee!Venti || Genshin Impact

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Venti decides to be a little annoyance to his archon friend and can’t seem to handle what he dishes out. Wuh-woh.

Pairing: Zhongven (interpret however you wish)

Lee!Venti

Ler!Zhongli

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It was a beautiful day in Liyue, the sun was shining brightly on the city and Zhongli stood at the top of a building after just having lunch. He took in the scenery below and closed his eyes.

It was quite breezy today, but recently the wind had decided to pick up. Zhongli’s loose clothing and hair blew as the wind grew stronger. Even some outdoors venders in town had to take a break and wait the wind out. This could only mean one thing.

Zhongli rolled his eyes. He had a smirk on his face as he anticipated the sight and sound of his long time friend.

“Howdy do! Mr. Zhongli~!” The high toned voice sang.

“Barbatos,” Zhongli spoke without turning to face the green haired boy.

“Why so formal?” Venti walks up with his hands on his hips, “Afraid to get buddy buddy with your old pal?” He elbows the taller archon in the side.

“It’s nice to see you again,” Zhongli smiles, “Venti.”

“That’s better,” Venti chuckles, “Nice to see you, too.”

Zhongli finally faces the bard, “I just had lunch, didn’t expect you to visit otherwise I would’ve waited.”

“No problem, although I would like to try some of the famous bamboo shoot soup they serve here. We don’t get that in Mondstat.”

“Allow me to buy you some,” Zhongli offers. Venti takes that offer and they head back inside the restaurant to bond.

“It’s delicious,” Venti hums as he sips the soup. Zhongli chuckles,

“Yes, it’s quite exquisite.”

Venti eyes him, “You have a very refined vocabulary, so sophisticated.”

“Are you mocking me?”

“Of course not!” Venti elbows Zhongli’s arm and gets a feel of his muscles, “ooh, such strong arms.”

Venti squeezes Zhongli’s biceps, feeling the tough flesh. Zhongli scoffs up a noise.

“Venti- Stop that…” Zhongli tries to pull his arm away, but Venti uses his other hand to squeeze the area as well.

“So tough, so handsome~” he teases, “so ticklish…”

Zhongli jumps and resorts to using his free hand to tease the Bard’s stomach. Venti immediately lets go of the archon’s arm.

“Z-ZHONGLIHIhi!” Venti squirms in his chair and tries to pry Zhongli’s bigger hand off of his tum.

“So very ticklish indeed,” Zhongli teases and switches to squeeze the Bard’s sides. Venti kicks his legs, giggling.

“Zhohohonglihihi! Quihihit it! Ahahahehhehehee!” Venti squirms so much he almost tips the chair over, “Whoa!”

“Careful, now,” Zhongli shifts Venti so that Venti falls back onto his chest, still giggling at the prodding on his sides.

“Ahahaha!! M-Morax! I’m tihihihicklish! Stahap!”

“Oh you are? I couldn’t tell~” he laughs to himself.

“Stohop laughing at mehehee! Ihit isn’t nihihice!”

“Well it wasn’t very nice when you were teasing me earlier, so this is my revenge.”

“Ihihi’m sohohorry!! Plehehehease! Z-Zhohongli!!” Venti twists from side to side to escape the Geo Archon’s fingers, but they just follow.

Venti begins to slip through the chair and Zhongli’s lap, flopping onto the floor and scurrying to get away. Zhongli is quick to pounce onto him and straddle the Bard’s waist.

“N-NOho! ZHOnglihi! Plehehease dohohon’t!” Venti kicks his legs, thumping his knees against Zhongli’s back.

Zhongli squeezes his knees and Venti arches his back and straightens his legs, “EEP! Stahahahp! Nohohot my kneheheehees!”

“Not your knees? Alright then, how about here?” Zhongli pinches Venti’s hips, causing Venti to buck more.

“NAHAOhoho! NOHOT THEhehere eihither! Ahahahaha!!” Venti watches as a couple walks past them with a confused expression. His cheeks turn red, “peheheople are staring at mehehee!”

“Should’ve thought about that before you decided to be a menace,” Zhongli digs into Venti’s underarms. Venti shoots his arms down and hugs his torso.

“EHEHEEhehehe!! ZHOHOhohonglihihi!! NAHAHAHOO! STAHAHAP! IHIit tihihickles too muhuhuhuch!”

“Really? It tickles? I don’t believe it…”

“AHAHA ZHOHONGLI WAIT! WAHAIT! WAIT NOOHOHO! DOHONT!”

“Don’t what?”

“DOHONT GO THEHERE! PLEHEASE DONT GO THERE!”

Zhongli smirks and hovers his wiggling fingers over his stomach. Venti is squirming more violently now. He pleads but his protests go unheard.

“WAIT! Plehehease! Friend! My handsome friend! Let’s talk about thihis! I’m sorry!EEP! PLehehease!” Venti yelped at a poke to him stomach.

“It’s too late for sorry, I’m afraid. I think you’re pretty handsome yourself, though.”

Zhongli spiders all over the blue haired boy’s tum, making him shriek and cry with laughter.

“EEE!! HEHEHEHE!! ZHOHONGLIHIHIHII! NAHAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEEASE!! IM SOHOHORRYY!! I GIHIHIVE! FORGIVE ME MORAX! AHAHAHA! I CAHANT TAKE IT!”

Zhongli slows down the torture to a stop. He gently rubs the area to relieve the tingles, but Venti only giggles more.

“Ehehehehe, yohou are sohohoo mehean!”

“You want another round?”

“NO! Ehe! Noho thank you.”

“I think you enjoyed it.”

Venti’s blush darkens, “W-What?! That’s obsured!”

Zhongli laughs, “are you alright?”

He helps the Bard off the floor and back into the chair.

“My soup is cold, so I’m not entirely content with that!” Venti crosses his arms but the smile on his face is impossible to control.

“Well, I very much enjoyed that,” Zhongli sips a cup of tea, not noticing the glare he was receiving.

“Well? Let’s see how you enjoy THIS!” Venti turns and scribbles the geo archon’s sides with determination. Zhongli nearly choking on the tea, laughs instantly.

“AH-! Ahahaha! Vehehenti, pleheease! Gihive me a breheheak!” Zhongli hugs his midriff, but Venti always finds a way to poke at any exposed areas.

“Not today, Mister Zhongli,” he grins.

———

[thelaughtercafe]

Fanning the Flames

Tea Type: Sweet Tea (Fluff)

Potential Triggers: Brief alcohol mention, that's it!

Pairing: Diluc/Venti (I read it platonic, but you can read it romantic if you like)

Length: 340

Summary: Venti steals something he shouldn't. Again.

“How many times have I told you not to let me catch you stealing my drinks!?”

Oops. Diluc looked livid. Venti smiled sheepishly even as he saluted and tried to bolt with the drink in hand. 

“Sorry, Pyro but I swear, I’ll pay you back when I perform tomorrow! Later!”

He didn’t get far; Diluc was faster than he thought and he went down rather hard on the wood as the barkeep tackled him and straddled his waist from behind, keeping him firmly pinned.

“Did Kaeya put you up to this? I swear I’m gonna-”

Diluc paused as Venti let out an odd sound as he put pressure on his side. His eyes narrowed and Venti panicked. 

“You can have your drink back! I’m sorry okay? Please just don’t-shihihihit!”

He squealed as Diluc abruptly dug into his ribs, taking the wine bottle and placing it safely away before shooting a smirk at the Anemo God. 

“Oh I’m taking my wine back regardless given it’s not yours. Honestly. Well, if you want to be childish so bad I suppose I’ll teach you in a way appropriate for your level. You. Shouldn’t. Steal. Things. That. Don’t. Belong. To. You!" 

Each emphasized word was a ticklish poke that made Venti squeal and writhe but he didn’t struggle too hard or push the man off him with wind like he could have and that fact was anything but lost on Diluc. 

"Okay I’m shahahahary!! I won’t do it again!”

“If you like this…it isn’t a very effective punishment I’m afraid.”

Venti went from pink to red and shook his head in mortification before hiding his face in his arms on the floor. 

“I-you don’t-that’s not-”

“…So I’m right? Hm. Cute.”

It was all the warning Venti got before rough tickles assaulted his hips and made him buck and burst out laughing. 

“Whahahahahay!?”

“Well, you did give it back. I suppose I can indulge you because you ultimately learned your lesson. Just don’t let me catch you again or I’ll make you cry next time.”

[anzynai]

Day 23 - Incoherent

Diluc & Venti (Genshin Impact)

a/n: so tbh payton and i haven’t really done many of the tickletober days like we were hoping,, but it’s okay!! this along with another fic might be the only other ones because we just both don’t really have time to write everyday ���😭

i’ll try to do it next year but i’m not sure!! still, i’ve got diluc and venti here for ya so hope u guys enjoy it :)

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Venti leaned against the tree in Windrise, watching the sunset. He smiled, pleasantly, and picked up his bottle of Dandelion Wine, pouring it into a glass.

“Ah, nothing quite like the finest wine there is on a day like this..” He said to himself, content as he took a swig of it. He wasn’t sure if there was anything that could disrupt his peace. All the monsters had already been cleared out by adventurers and he wasn’t supposed to meeting anyone or playing any performances tonight.

“Venti.” Oh, he supposed he spoke too soon. He turned towards the familiar voice.

“Oh! Master Diluc. Care to join me?”

Diluc grumbled. “No, but I would like that bottle of wine that you stole.” Venti let out a mock gasp.

“Stole? I wouldn’t dare.” He put a heart to his chest. “And as your archon, shouldn’t you be letting me get all the wine I want?”

“If I did that, I wouldn’t exactly have a business to run anymore, would I?” Diluc rolled his eyes, unamused.

“Oh, don’t be like that.” Venti groaned, tilting his head back. It was definitely true, though, but Diluc didn’t have to know that.

At this point, Venti half expected to Diluc to leave, grumbling about having to put it on Venti’s tab that would never be paid. Instead, he stood, waiting.

“So..?” Venti asked, holding the bottle a little closer. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to part with it just yet. Not until it was empty, at least.

“So give me that bottle back.” The red haired held out his hand.

“Please? Can I have it?” Venti pouted, pleading. Diluc’s expression didn’t change.

“Venti..” Diluc said, again and Venti stood up quickly, turning away.

“Ah, isn’t it late? I guess I should be going now..!” Venti exclaimed. His palms felt a bit sweaty at the thought of giving up the bottle. He began walking, but Diluc tried grabbing his arm, but missed, grazing his waist instead.

“Ah!” Venti jolted, freezing before Diluc paused. He looked puzzled.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Of course not! You just startled me. Anyways, see you later!” Venti laughed.

“No, that’s not it.” Diluc grabs Venti’s arm, without missing this time, before he can try to run off again.

“What isn’t it…?”

“I didn’t startle you, but you… don’t seem to be in pain either, so… wait— are you ticklish?” Diluc’s eyes widened and he looked Venti straight in the eyes. Venti had to resist the urge to look away, but it was hard to will away the blush rising to his cheeks.

“Don’t be silly. Archons can’t be ticklish.” Venti felt a little bad for using his status to get out of something like tickling, but he was pretty sure that he would die otherwise.

“Really?” Diluc quirked a lip, actually looking amused. It made Venti nervous.

“Yep.”

“Oh, so you wouldn’t mind if I did this?” Diluc asked, lightly tracing his finger up Venti’s arm. Venti immediately tensed, feeling the tingly feeling follow the finger. The bard pursed his lips.

“N-nope, not at all..” Venti mumbled, biting his lip.

“What about this then?” This time, he brought a finger up to Venti’s chin. Diluc seemed to enjoy tickling unusual spots. Venti could hardly remember someone even trying to tickle his chin.

“Eheh!” The giggle escaped the bard before he could stop it. Diluc smiled, a certain glint in his eye that Venti couldn’t quite decipher. All he knew was that it could only mean trouble for him. “No..!” He cried, as a last resort.

“Would you give me that bottle back then?”

Venti paused. He looked at the wine bottle. If he looked close enough, he was sure that it was sadly smiling at him, as if it didn’t want to leave him either. And it made sense. That wine bottle had been with him as long as he could remember. They laughed together, cried together, and… okay, maybe Venti wasn’t as sober as he thought. He realized he hadn’t spoken, because Diluc didn’t wait any longer and just began tickling Venti’s neck.

Why couldn’t he have gone for the normal spots? At least, he would have a little bit of protection with his corset if he had tried getting him on his stomach or sides, but his neck?! He scrunched his nose, giggling.

“Nohohoho, Mahahaster D-Dihihihiluc, stohohop ihihit!”

“Not until you give me my wine bottle back.”

“Nohohoho I cahahant!” Venti sputtered, squirming. His face had gone red but Diluc was sure that was because of the tickling.

“And why’s that?” He scribbled lightly at the spots between his neck and ears, though it was a little difficult. This, of course, sparked yet another reaction out of Venti and Venti could see a pleased smile on Diluc’s face. He finds joy in his suffering, doesn’t he?

“Cuhuhuhuz ihihits mihihine.” Diluc hummed, gently and smoothly reaching down and untying Venti’s corset. It would have made Venti raise a brow had he not been too busy laughing. Still, when it was off, he felt a bit exposed. Nothing to protect him other than the thin, soft shirt that was worn underneath his corset. Diluc slowly brought his fingers to Venti’s side as Venti’s giggling slowed down.

He barely grazed his skin, almost teasingly, and Venti wondered it was on purpose. Diluc didn’t seem to be one for teasing. Then, his fingers danced along Venti’s waist, like playing a piano and thus, resumed Venti’s laughter, a bit more panicked this time.

“Dihihiluhuhuc!”

“You know what you have to do.” Was all Diluc said, unrelenting is his attack, tracing around Venti’s belly button.

And that.. that was already very, very ticklish.

“G-gyAHAHA, w-wHAHAHAHAT?!” Venti cried out, embarrassingly.

“Oh, this spot must be bad.” Diluc observed. His face was blank, but the glint in his eyes gave him away.

“dohoOHONT YOHUHUH DAHAHA-“ And then he dared. He scribbled his hands on Venti’s tummy, one finger dipping just a little into his belly-button. It didn’t go very far because of the shirt but it was enough to do the trick.

“NONO-HOHAHAH DIHIHILUC NOHOHO!” Venti could feel himself losing his mind and he didn’t have time to think about how easily Diluc had reduced him to.. this. He had to admit, as shameless as he was, this was a bit embarrassing.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE I-I CANANAGHAHA..!” And so, the famous last words of Venti…

Before he was sent into unintelligible hysterics. His mind felt floaty and he was beginning to wonder if he could tell left from right. Even as an archon, he was reaching his limit.

He couldn’t think as the hands stayed glued to his sensitive stomach and he knew he had to give up the wine. His beloved wine…

“OHOHOHOHOKAY!!! I GIHIHIHIVE, I G-GIHIVIVE!” He screeched, at last and to Diluc’s word, he stopped.

“Does this mean that you’ll give me back the wine?” The red haired sat back, leaning on the tree and next to Venti.

Venti panted a few times before answering. “Yes..”

“You don’t have to do that.”

What?

“What?!” Venti whipped his head around, flabbergasted and nearly rendered speechless. “Then— then what was all that for?!”

Diluc shrugged. “It was initially for that reason, but..” He gestured to the bottle. “It’s already halfway empty. I can’t sell it to customers.”

“Ooookay, but that doesn’t explain why you tickled me.”

“That was..” A blush rose to Diluc’s face. “I just realized I was having fun and.. got carried away.” He tried to say nonchalantly, but it sounded strange.

“Ah I see, Master Diluc! I thought you were emotionless, but even you can’t resist little ol’ me!” Venti gasped, a teasing smile on his face. “I guess I really am so charming.” He sighed, whimsically.

“Careful, now.” Diluc rolled his eyes. “You didn’t mind it so much either..”

“Oh? And how would you know that?” Venti asked, bringing the bottle of wine—the very reason for everything that just went down— and took a long swig of it.

“Well, for one, you hardly resisted. Well, as much as you could being tickled.. and, when I was about to tickle your stomach, there were plenty of chances to put a stop to it, but you didn’t.” Diluc explained, and Venti’s mouth parted, rendered speechless.

So his anticipation was.. him making sure he wasn’t going too far?! Huh, Diluc was nicer than he thought he was.

“Oh..” Was all Venti could muster. Diluc didn’t say anything, and Venti coughed, feeling a little awkward. “Well, then, why don’t you stay and finish off this wine with me?”

Diluc stared for a moment. “I’ll pass on the wine.” But he stayed sitting. “But I don’t mind staying with you, I suppose.”

“More for me!” Venti laughed, as the sun slowly set. Venti couldn’t tell if it was just him but he felt as if the stars and the moon were suddenly shining much brighter than usual. Huh, wonder why.

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Tickletober day #15: Tickle fight

That clip of Kazuha getting drunk and being all giggly and sleepy IS MY NEW FAVE THING EVER

So enjoy two funni drunk people having a tk fight

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Kazuha x Venti (interpret as you wish)

Lees: Kazuha, Venti

Lers: Kazuha, Venti

Warnings: Tickles! Drinking!

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"Cheers!" the bard and samurai toasted in unison.

Kazuha had stumbled upon Mondstadt once more and stumbled paths upon the eccentric bard, Venti, whom quickly invited him over for a drink at the tavern. For old time's sake.

It wasn't long before the effects started kicking in, sending both boys into a loop of giggles.

"Hahaha! I forgot how giggly you got, Kazuha~" Venti teased with a playful poke to the samurai's side, causing him to jolt.

"Eek! *hic* Well chehearly I'm not the only one that gehets all giggly..." his words slurred ever so slightly as he usually got a bit sleepy when intoxicated, but that didn't stop the playful teasing between friends.

"Oh plehease, I have a much higher tolerance than you, my friend. I mean, look at you!" Venti grinned mischeviously as his fingers clumsily scribbled over Kazuha's side.

"Pfftahahaha! *hic* Ventihihi, thahat's cheheheating...!" Kazuha's giggles grew in power, his body squirming around like a fish out of water, as he tried and failed to swat away at the bard's evil hand.

"Gehehe! Ahalls fair in drinks and giggles~" Venti let out a hiccup of his own as he kept trying to tickle Kazuha.

"Fihihine! You ahasked for thihis!" Kazuha had a giddy grin on his face, whether it was from the alcohol or tickling, who knows. He managed to tackle Venti onto the ground, laying on top of him. They both got a couple of stares but if anything this was the most normal thing to happen in that tavern.

"WAH!" the bard let out a surprise shriek as he tumbled down, letting out an 'oof' when Kazuha landed on top of him.

"Hehehe! Let's sehee how you lihike it, friend~" the samurai smiled brigtly as his fingers started to knead at Venti's sides and waist.

"gyAH! AHAHAHAHA! *hic* K-KAZUHAHAHA! NOHOHO! I'M SAHAHARRY! PLEHEHEASE! *hic*" poor Venti squealed and bursted into uncontrollable laughter, kicking his legs out playfully from behind.

"Lohooks like I've got the upper hand! Hmm... why don't you sihing me a tune, bard?~" with that, Kazuha massaged his fingertips against Venti's lowest ribs.

"EEP! waHAHAIT! NOHOAHAHAHA! *hic*" Venti's face was as red as a jueyun chili, letting out the most comedic high-pitched squeals as Kazuha's fingers climbed up his ribcage.

"Your laughter is lihike music to my ears~"

If Venti's face could get any redder, it surely would have. With the drinking, and the tickling, and the teasing?! Not even the anemo archon stood a chance. Thankfully, not all hope was lost. He saw a small window of opportunity, and while Kazuha was distracted, he shoved his fingers into his exposed armpits.

"GYAH!" Kazuha let out a girlish shriek of both fright and ticklishness, his body instantly giving out and collapsing next to Venti's.

"Haha! Whahat was that about you having the upper hand?~" Venti shot him a playful smirk as he got on top of Kazuha, making sure his short nails scribbled every spot of those ticklish hollows.

"WAHAHAIT! NAHAHA VENTI! WAHAHAHAHA! I-I GIHIHIVE! PLEHEHEASE!" the samurai arched his back, shook his head, even tried prying off Venti's hands. Anything that could hopefully relieve the ticklish feeling, but the bard was determined to win this silly tickle fight they ensued.

"Okay, okahay! I'll stop if... you say that 'Venti's the best tickler!'" the anemo archon smiled proudly. He decreased the intensity of his tickles, but still kept his fingertips lightly caressing Kazuha's armpits. Keeping him in his cute giggly and hiccupy state.

"I- Aehehehe! *hic* Vehenti ihihis- *hic* the behehest tickler!" it was barely comprehensible from his consistent giggles and funny sounds, but this was as good as he'd get. So Venti showed mercy and ceased his tickling for good.

"Ahaha! Oh my gohohod, my stomach feels like it's gonna blow!" Venti giggled like a drunkard, crashing down on top of Kazuha and nestling his head against his chest. Before long, Kazuha had already fallen into his sleepy state, still, it was cute how he giggled ever so sligthly even when asleep.

"Ehehe... We should do this again sometime..." Venti spoke with a sheepish smile before closing his eyes, falling asleep himself cuddled with Kazuha. Hopefully Diluc won't mind them using the floor as a bed.

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[iwillneverpoststuff]

You’re so annoying… | Lee!Venti, Ler! Diluc (Genshin Fic)

Fic! because i’m bored :D

Lee!Venti

Ler!Diluc

Diluc and Venti go on a mission together but the Anemo archon himself can never take anything seriously. Diluc takes matters into his own hands…

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Diluc and Venti had been called to a meeting with the knights of Favonious. The whole team needed to go on a mission to fight off some fatui members who made their way into Mondstat territory. The team split up into smaller groups in order to work more efficiently.

“I’m sure I could get more work done on my own…” Diluc complained with his arms crossed when he was paired with Venti. But Jean insisted they needed each other to keep safe.

And so there they were… Diluc and Venti traveling towards Dragonspine together and it’s quite the long walk…

“Okay, Diluc! Looks like it’s just you and me. How about a drink? Or should I play some music to keep us entertained?” Venti takes out his lyre and a bottle of gin.

Diluc groans and holds up his hand to stop Venti.

“Don’t. This is a serious mission! There could be fatui around and you’re going to be out here making noise!”

Venti gawks, “This is not noise! That’s actually very insulting. I am a musician!”

Diluc rolls his eyes, “I wouldn’t exactly consider a bard a musician…”

Venti stops in front of Diluc with a glare, “What did you say?”

Diluc sighs, “Come on. We don’t have time for games, let’s just move on.”

As Diluc walks ahead of Venti, he feels a tug on the back of his boots. Diluc ignores it at first, but then one step after another he feels Venti flat tiring his shoes!

“Can you cut that out?!”

Venti mocks Diluc and laughs, “Cut what out?”

Diluc tries to ignore Venti’s antics, but Venti was making it really hard. He resorted to playing music anyway, pulling Diluc’s ponytail to mess with him, and overall just being a nuisance. Finally, Diluc has had enough. Venti’s squeeze to Diluc’s side was the last straw. As Venti tried to run away, Diluc wraps his arms around Venti’s waist to trap him.

“Eep!” Venti squeaks, “Diluc what are you doing??”

Diluc narrows his eyes at Venti, “You’ve been bugging me all this time and I’m not letting you get away with it anymore..”

Venti squirms in Diluc’s grasp, growing nervous already, “W-What do you mean? What are you going to do?!”

Diluc huffs, and the faintest smirk grows on his face, “This…”

Suddenly Diluc’s fingers dig into Venti’s sides, showing no mercy as Venti doubles over and starts giggling.

“GAH! Wahahait!! D-Diluc! Nohot that! Stop!”

Diluc smirks more visibly now, following Venti as Venti falls to the ground in stitches.

“No. This is what you get for pestering me. These are the consequences to your own actions.”

Venti squeals as Diluc spiders his fingers over his stomach, making his giggles turn into laughter that squeaks when he gets too close to his ribs.

“DILUC! Ahahaha!! Diluc nohohooo! I’m sohorry! I won’t do it again! Please! What if the fatui hears us!!”

“Oh, now you’re worried about the fatui?” Diluc chuckles and begins to tickle Venti’s ribs as if he were playing a piano. He wiggles his fingers over each rib, creating higher giggles as he moves up.

“How many ribs do you have, Venti?” Diluc smirks.

“I dohohont know?! Stahahap that!! Get off you weirdo!”

“I’m weird? Sheesh…” Diluc shakes his head, “Guess we’ll have to count… one… two..” He goes up his ribs one by one, counting and tickling the bones.

“DILUC!! STOhohoOHop!! Not thehere!!”

“Oh, you made me lose count.. I’ll have to start over~”

“NOOOooo!! Plehehease!! Nohoho more! It’s too ticklish!!”

“..Let me finish to count and then I’ll be done..”

“Screw yohohouu!!”

“That’s not very nice. Now I will start over. One.. two.. three..”

“NAHAHOO! IM SORRY! IM SORRYY!”

“..24!” Diluc exclaims before digging his fingers into Venti’s armpits. Venti bucks his hips and shrieks, landing into hysterical laughter and blushing from the embarrassment of the sounds he makes.

“DILUHUHUC!! NOOOHHOOHOH!! NOT THEHEHERE! NAAHAHAh!! PLEASE!”

Diluc chuckles and tickles Venti a bit more before letting up.

“Are you going to stop being annoying and take the mission seriously?”

Venti heaves on the ground, “y-yes..” he glares at Diluc,

“..but after i get you back for this!”

Diluc freezes before getting up to dust himself off quickly and make a run for it.

Venti laughs, “Oho! You can run but you won’t get far! C’mere Diluc~~!”

“Leave me alone!”

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Fin

[skayleay]

May I ask for some Lee!Venti? Any Ler of your choice!

Look at them! ~

[kiritkl]

Lee!Venti | Ler!Diluc Short, but I felt like writing something lol

~

Venti squirmed around in Diluc’s strong grasp - seemingly unable to escape. He tried kicking, scratching, and even biting at one point, but nothing would make Diluc’s grip loosen.

“I’m sure you understand why you’re in this position, you drunkard,” Diluc whispered in Venti’s ear. The Archon giggled feeling air being blown into his ear.

Diluc had an arm around Venti’s waist, holding him in place as his other hand squeezed his sides with no mercy whatsoever. Venti squealed like a pig and writhed like a worm. His drunkness was about to be tickled out of him as a punishment for not paying his tab tonight.

Quite the playful punishment it seemed, but surprisingly, the Archon was deathly ticklish.

When Diluc drove his fingers into the bard’s armpit, he shrieked and threw his hands anywhere he could. His face was red and he felt his body weaken. He had no control over himself! What a shame, but he certainly deserved this.

“I hope you learn a lesson during this,” Diluc muttered, letting his fingers wiggle underneath Venti’s arm rather roughly. Venti had clamped his arms to his sides, which kept Diluc’s fingers in place. Bad idea. Those fingers were quick and strong, scratching and clawing underneath Venti’s arm, causing him to lay his head on Diluc’s shoulder and beg for mercy.

“PuhuhUHUHulehease!” Venti cried out. Diluc sighed. “Pay your debts next time, and we won’t have this problem.”

Venti was released and fell to the floor. He was dizzy and still a bit drunk… Diluc thought it was shameful. He picked the bard up and carried him to the Goth Grand Hotel, where he booked him a room and left him for the night - with a note, reading: “Archons shouldn’t be ticklish.”

[duckymcdoorknob]

Hi Ducky! Congratulations on 1K! That’s awesome! I would like to place an order for a small and large macchiato with light ice and cinnamon and java chips. The names for the order being Diluc and Venti.

YES

THATS ALL

NO FURTHER QUESTIONING

(Ducky gets back into writing? Real not fake?)

CW BELOW THE CUT: This do have tickles in it ngl.

♫ -ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ⍴ᥱrᥴ᥆ᥣᥲ𝗍᥆r- ☕️

The thoughts currently in Diluc’s head were indubitably illegal. Now, he’ll never act on them, mind you, but he’s thought of twelve ways to Sunday on how he’s gonna kill that bard.

Archons willing, he definitely did try his damndest to keep his composure for a good amount of time. But now? He can’t stand it anymore.

Today, the Anemo user had been acting seemingly normal today, chatting up a storm with Six-Fingered Jose about songs and such. But something deep within him told him that Venti was just minutes away from doing something that the bartender would regret.

—

He ought to be a fortune teller, Diluc thinks, as he grabs his forehead in disappointment.

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It seemed that Venti was… sober today? There’s no chance; the bard never spends Fridays sober. Or Mondays… or Tuesdays… or-

You get the picture.

Diluc had an important task to do at closing: inventory counting. He hated it with every ounce of his being, but it was a required task for a tavern owner.

Unfortunately, the drunkard bard had not understood the seriousness in the red-haired male’s tone when he said “Get the hell out, we’re closed.”

So, currently, Diluc sat. Narrow-eyed glaring down the bard that was happily sipping at his first dandelion wine of the night.

“We’ve been through this, Venti. I’ve told you four times now that I have to count the inventory. Bar’s closed.” The Pyro user grumbled as he swept the floor around the stool the Anemo user was on.

“Aw, but Master Diluc, I just got here! Let’s have fun!” Venti whined in a faux-sadness.

The tavern owner pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance as he huffed out a breath. “I will tell you once more. Leave mora on the counter, or put it on the tab you’ll never pay off, and leave. I’m closed.”

“Ah, you know me very well, Master Diluc,” the Anemo user chirped. “But the night’s still young! Let’s play a game!”

“What are we,” Diluc grumbled, “five years old?”

“Don’t act like such a wet blanket, Diluc!” The bard chirped in reply, smiling brightly.

“Fine, you wanna play games?” The red-haired male rolled up his sleeves and slowly closed in on his regular patron. “Let’s see if you can actually escape with the bottle you stole.”

Venti’s eyes widened.

“Don’t think I didn’t see you.” Diluc replied. “You have one goal: don’t let me catch you.”

And so, the two took off in a grand chase. Venti hurdled tables and ran circles around the tavern, coddling the bottle that he did indeed steal. With it tucked away safely in the waistband of his shorts, the Anemo user took off upstairs and hid.

Diluc was quick to follow, knowing exactly where Venti had gone. Though, he remembered playing this exact game with Kaeya when they were just boys.

With a quick survey of the upstairs, he spied a quarter inch of green sticking out of the broom closet.

‘His clothes got stuck in the door.’ He thought with a sigh and a smile. ‘Just like Kaeya… hiding decently, but giving yourself away accidentally.’

Diluc ran loudly past the door, then tiptoed back in front of it. The second it opened, he hid behind, waiting for Venti to run past him.

As soon as the flash of white and green appeared in his peripheral, the Pyro user stuck out his right arm and trapped the bard, holding him close to his body.

“WAAAH! Oh that was cheap!” Venti cried. “Now, put me down, and let’s play another round!” He finished his demand with a hopeful smile.

“I don’t think you realize the situation you’re in.” The red-haired man replied with a sinister smile. He looked down at the bard ensnared in his right arm, an evil idea crossing his mind.

Venti’s eyes widened, and he soon started to wiggle, kicking his feet frantically. “W-Wait! Diluc! Let’s-Let’s talk about th-ihihihihis! hyahahaha!”

Diluc had begun to wiggle the fingers of his free hand along the short male’s side. “There’s nothing to talk about, bard. I’ve explained the rules to you clearly. You’re the one choosing not to listen.”

“Wahahahait! Dihihihiluhuhuc! Dohohohont tihihihickle mehehe!” Venti whined through his giggling.

“Apologies, Venti, but this seems to be the only way to get my point across.” The red-haired male replied as a slight smile toyed at the corners of his lips. He turned his wrist and prodded at the bard’s ribs.

Venti lurched downward, slipping a bit in Diluc’s hold.“Ehehehaha! Wahahahait! Nohohoho!”

The tavern owner’s smile couldn’t help his widening smile. The annoying bard (unfortunately) reminded him of more and more memories he had shared with his baby brother. Kaeya had always been super ticklish, and Diluc always used this to his advantage.

Venti giggled helplessly as Diluc mindlessly tweaked at his ticklish ribs. The black and blue-haired male pushed up against the arm that was trapping him. However, whenever he made any traction, Diluc somehow managed to press against a sensitive spot and make him slump downward.

“Dihihihiluhuhuc, plehehehehease! Mohohove spohohohots!”

With a quirk of his brow, Venti’s “assailant” obliged to the demand. Unfortunately for the bard, the latter had opted to go for the most ticklish spot on his body.

Diluc’s hand worked under the corset that had worked itself loose and untucked. He pushed outward, causing it to untie and fall into his palm. Effortlessly catching it, he placed it neatly on the counter next to him. As he began to zero in on his target, Venti wiggled like never before.

“Okay no! I change my mind! You can- eep! You can go back to where you were- ah!” With every squeak, the bard twisted his body away from the threat of tickling fingers. But, the red-haired male was closing in quickly. If Venti could pray to himself, he would have done so tenfold.

Diluc’s fingers lowered onto Venti’s stomach and pinched around his belly button. The Anemo user’s eyes widened as squeaky laughter bubbled out of him. He wiggled incessantly and kicked his feet. “DIHIHIHILUHUHUC! NOHOHOHO! CMOHOHOHON!”

The winery owner smiled down at the giggly bard, not caring to lift his attack just yet. However, he would watch carefully to not go too far, the bard’s comfort at his top priority. Venti’s pink face was resting against the arm trapping him, his eyes squeezed shut in mirth.

“EHEHEAHA! OKAHAHAHAY! OKAHAHAY! IHIHIM SOHOHORRY-“ a snort echoes through the room, causing both parties to freeze in shock. The bard caught his breath before he made an attempt to make some sort of excuse.

“I- um-“

“Again.”

“What?”

“Do it again.”

“Do what- Diluc? What do you mean do it ag-ahAHAHAIN? DIHIHIHILUC!”

Well, so much for counting inventory tonight. Instead, the tavern’s owner had a much more noble task to do. Venti’s sweet, frantic laughter bounced from wall to wall as little snorts left him. As for Diluc… he can’t remember a time that he’s smiled this much.

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Grumps and Giggles in the Snow

(A/N: Ahhh, the holiday season has kept me busy but I’m glad to finally be able to post this, this is for Spooky!Anon, and it was very fun to write! Truthfully, I didn’t touch Genshin for quite awhile, but this fic (along with the release of The Wanderer, but mostly this fic) did inspire me to finally get back into the swing of it Genshin Impact, research characters, along with regrow and light the spark of loving them once more! I truly had a blast with writing this and I never wrote for this pairing before so it was very intriguing! So I’m glad I got to write it and I really hope it was to your liking! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all!)

(Warnings: Tickles, nothing else!)

(Prompt: [Tickly cuddles n chase scenarios (or suprise me!!)])

Today was a day like any other, a peaceful, yet beautiful day. Liyue was in the winter season, elegant white snow falling to the ground as a certain archon bard and an adepti were cuddling up with one another, Venti sleepily leaning on Xiao as the Yaksha stared out at the snow falling to the ground.

“Hmm.”

Venti perked up at the noise from Xiao. “Hm? Something wrong?” The bard asked with a yawn, finally somewhat waking up from his slumber.

“Mm-mm.. just watching the snow fall… it isn’t often we get it here in Liyue.” The adepti stated, and admittedly, the snow was pleasant to Xiao! So he surely wasn’t upset over that in the slightest. Nor was the cold too bothersome to him. Venti was quite warm after all.

However, Venti let out a small laugh. “Yeheah! I forgot that snow isn’t too common here compared to Mondstadt. You like eating the snow a lot too.” He grinned as the fellow anemo user whom he had blessed with the vision nodded his head. “It’s good. That’s all.”

“Well, perhaps you should come to Mondstadt more! Everything is super festive there, along with lots of snow! And I’d be your guide after all.” Venti playfully nudged the stone cold, straight faced Xiao a few times as he grumbled like the big grump he was.

“Oh come on! Don’t be like that!” Venti giggled at the ‘tough guy’ who was refusing to smile. “Come on! Please?” Nothing. “I’ll be nice, I won’t even go into the tavern.” Nothing. “…I’ll get almond tofu?” A slight twitch at his lips, but alas, still nothing.

“Oh that’s it. Just know you asked for it!”

Just like that, Xiao felt a smile tugging at his lips upon feeling wiggling fingers at his sides, trying to squirm away from the tickles causing giggles to flow from his mouth. “Hehey!” He raised his voice, trying to be a little stand-off-like. To Venti, he simply found it to make his giggles louder and much more pleasing!

“Ehe! Hi!” The bard playfully greeted the Yaksha who kept squirming and giggling away. “Stohohop ihihit!” Xiao snickered before finally wiggling out of the archon’s grasp, quickly running to the edge balcony where he usually lurked, taking a leap from it and summoning his polearm, sharply deciding to lunge to the ground and did so with ease.

However this caused a mischievous chuckle from the bard, a grin appearing on his face as he dashed to the balcony, quickly using his wind to get to the ground fast yet break his fall, landing on his feet.

“Oho! C’mere Xiao! You’re being a grump and the tickle monster needs to tickle all the grumpiness out of you!”

Just like that, Venti began to rush towards Xiao, the polearm user’s hair puffing up and standing on its ends as he quickly stumbled to turn around since he was facing the bow user, then began to run away from Venti in a haste. And the chase began!

With the two anemo vision holders dashing through the snow, one of them, being Xiao, picked up some snow before throwing it at Venti who laughed in response. “Aww! Don’t be so mean now!” “Then stop chasing me!” And once again, a snowball was thrown at Venti as they ran.

However, a detail worth noting was the smile spreading across the darker of the two, the one who’s being chased, Xiao… admittedly, whether he liked it or not, he was having… fun! It felt silly and it reminded him of memories. Fond ones. Not that he’d admit he’s having fun, but this was making him much less grumpy and cold due to the playfulness.

But after a moment, due to thinking back on memories, Xiao snapped back to reality as Venti tackled him into the cold white snow, a small huff escaping the vigilant demon hunter. “Caught youuu!” “Don’t!” Xiao quickly spoke, causing the clever lyre player to grin. “Don’t what?”

“T-Tickle me!”

“Oh? Well of course!”

And with the yaksha’s failure to see the trick coming, he burst back into bunches of giggles from scribbling fingers on his ribs, wiggling side to side as the skilled fingers from the lyre player tickled away. “Kitchee Kitchee koo!” “Shuhush!” Xiao immediately became defensive, feeling a little bit of red creep onto his face from the tease.

The tough yet horribly ticklish demon slayer began to squirm around from the ticklish feeling. “Hehehey! Ohohoff! D-Dohohon’t be soho chihildish!” He demanded despite enjoying the silly nature of it, honestly… if this is what if this is like in more casual and enduring settings, he didn’t mind! It made the winter season somehow more joyful for him.

“Don’t be so mean now! That’s it! Now I have to use my secret weapon!” “Whahat secrehet— weAPOHOHON!? HEHEHEY! GEHhehet ohohout Of thEHERE!” Xiao shrieked out with his usual stand-off tone. Or rather ‘attempting’ since his laughter majorly sabotaged it, also attempting to bat and shove the bard’s hands out from underneath his shirt.

“Ehe. Why would I do that?” Venti played all innocent. “BEHEHECAUSE! YOHOUR HAhahaNDS AHAHahare cohold!”

“Oho! And here I thought you were so tough, now you can’t handle the cold. I don’t think that’s it… I think you can’t handle something else…” Venti suddenly stopped the tickly feeling that was causing the demon hunter to squirm and thrash around.

“Wh-Whahat?” Xiao giggled softly, clearly confused by the words coming from Venti, and just equally as confused by the fact he had stopped.

“Don’t be all silly… I think you, Xiao, an adepti, can’t handle how ticklish you are!”

Xiao would be lying if he said he didn’t get flustered and go slightly red.

Xiao also would be lying if he said he didn’t shriek upon feeling those ice cold hands underneath his shirt wiggle onto his stomach.

“So this is super ticklish for you?” Venti, obviously well aware of Xiao’s reaction, decided to play dumb to tease the squealy yaksha. The wind archon’s wiggling fingers traveling up and all around Xiao’s stomach, ‘clawing’ playfully at the sensitive spot as Xiao’s laughter became louder with the more time the skilled bard spent tickling him.

“VEHEHENTI!” Xiao finally called out, a squeal escaping him and causing his laugh to go up a octave.

“Yes, Sir Giggles?”

“I’M SOHOHORRY!”

Now that’s a surprising sight!

“Aww, for being a big grump?”

In any other case, Xiao would’ve glared and gave a snarky comment, but right now wasn’t much like any other case. But Xiao gave a quick nod to reply.

“Ahaww! Well, out of respect for anything left of your dignity, I’ll accept your apology, Grumps and Giggles!” Ah nicknames.

Honestly, Venti wasn’t sure he wanted to stop, Xiao wasn’t a laugher, a smiler, or anything like that! So to hear him laughing so freely and bubbly, a smile covering his face as he twitched around and squealed in ticklish joy was beyond enduring and lighthearted, and as much as he wanted to continue, he figured he’d gotten the grumpy mood out of the picture. Besides, there was still much more time in the day to tickle him… ahem.

But finally, the demon slaying yaksha was released from the tickle attack, a bunch of residue giggles escaping him begrudgingly, but if he was honest… he didn’t mind too much. He much rather think and deal with this and all the tickles and giggling that came with it than sulk.

“You alright?” The bard asked, also replied to by a giggly nod as Xiao slowly stood back to his feet alongside the man from Mondstadt. “Hmm… how about this, let’s go back, and we can make something like hot cocoa!”

“Hot… cocoa?”

The usually very defensive man questioned. “Never had that before?” Another silent reply, this time a shaking head to show he hadn’t. “Well! You’re in for a treat.” Venti claimed, gently scribbling and wiggling his fingers across Xiao’s sides; a burst of giggles escaping before the archon began to pull the polearm user behind him.

Apparently Barbatos decided not even 3 minutes after he had stopped was later in the day. But to him, it was worth it to hear that burst of bubbly and squeaky giggles from Xiao.

“Well come on, Grumps and Giggles!” Venti exclaimed as he allowed the winds to swoop them both up and lift them to the balcony.

Needless to say after they both surrounded themselves with blankets, Venti had made some hot cocoa for the two of them, allowing themselves to be warm and watch the snow fall once more with a lighthearted and joyful feeling that the holidays and winter brought.

“…Venti?” “Hm…?”

“…Thank you.”

A small giggle escaped the bard.

“Mhm… Just know you aren’t safe from the cold hands!”

Within moments, Xiao found himself laughing once more, kicking out with joyful sounds and noises.

“VEHEHE—!” Xiao fumbled out in ticklish glee, Venti with a grin on his face before Xiao’s hands began to gently scribble at a certain bard’s hips, causing a giggle filled with hiccups along with the bard’s hands stopping their ‘attack’ to retract and defend from the ticklish sensation. “WOHOHOAH! wahAHAIT! XIAHAHAO!” The archon squealed before the fellow man slowly flashed a smile, his hands quickly making work of Venti’s hips, causing laughter.

Needless to say this is going to be a eventful day of snow and giggles.

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Omg that made me feel things....

Late night company | Diluc x Venti

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOOOOVE ( @otomiyaa ) ❤️🎉🧁🎂 I hope you enjoy this little gift~ I'm still on time hehe ❤️

I'm wishing you the best, sweetie 🥺❤️ I loooove you so muuuch MWAH 💕❤️

Summary: 🤭🤭🤭

“Until tomorrow, Master Diluc!” 

“Yes. Have a good night.”

Slowly, the last customers began to leave, the employees yawning and wishing Diluc good night after their shift. Diluc stayed inside the tavern, finishing arranging some chairs, cleaning some tables and perhaps, doing a little inventory to see if anything was missing for tomorrow. 

He worked in silence, adjusting here and there, his cheeks a little flushed from the heat inside the tavern and his feet a little tired after having played not only bartender but also as a waiter, but being busy also kept his mind busy and there were times when he just didn't want to listen to his own thoughts. 

Luckily for him, there was something else that was still keeping his mind more occupied than the work he was doing. 

Well, actually... someone. 

He couldn't resist, his eyes just moved on their own to the bar where a very drunk Venti was talking and talking about archons know what. In fact, Diluc could barely understand half of his words. He was stuttering, unable to form very long words and slurred his speech. The r's became b's and some vowels changed sound too. It was kind of funny and cute.

It was already a habit for Diluc to have Venti accompany him until late at the tavern when everyone else had already left. At first Diluc thought it was just so he could drink more, but no matter how much he asked him to leave, Venti flatly refused, and if Diluc was honest, Venti's company didn't bother him at all. 

The nights passed like this and over time, Diluc began to notice Venti. Really notice Venti. He had a lovely face, really adorable. His blue eyes always sparkled while he talked and talked with a huge, toothy smile; his rosy cheeks looked like apples about to fall from the tree. Diluc's heart began to race at the thought of spending more time with Venti and he looked forward to every night, even his duties as a Darknight Hero were affected, but that was another story. 

In short, Diluc had fallen in love with Venti, but there was no way he was going to confess. That would be... complicated and overwhelming not only for him, but for Venti as well, plus, the bard was usually too drunk to understand a word Diluc said. It just wasn't worth it. 

“And then, and then!” Venti continued his story, his arms flailing around and his legs kicking a little. “The traveler was there and- and I was-” 

Traveler this, traveler that. He certainly didn't make any sense, but his face lit up at the mere mention of the traveler. It bothered him. He has never been a jealous person, not even when Kaeya came into his life, but now... why did he feel that way? 

“And then, the traveler grabbed his sword and-”

“You've been staying overnight for almost a month.” His voice came out a little too abrupt and dry. Venti finally stopped talking and the silence was deafening. 

Venti tilted his head to the side. “And?” 

“And?” Diluc put down the rag he was wiping down a table to look at Venti, his arms crossed over his chest. “You haven't paid me. Not even a single day. Do you think you can drink for free just because you stay late?” 

He didn't really care, but making this scene had worked to get Venti's dazed brain to stop thinking about the traveler. Diluc took it as a victory. 

“I thought you liked me keeping you company.” Venti pouted and Diluc felt the tips of his ears heating up and his heart tingled when Venti giggled. “I will pay you, definitely!”

Diluc raised an eyebrow. “Will you now?”

“Yes! I'll definitely pay you… with a performance!” 

Diluc's brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed. The bard laughed nervously and it seemed like his cheeks had reddened even more. Diluc looked at him for a moment and then walked over, stopping right in front of him. 

“A foolish performance isn't enough to settle your debt." Diluc leaned forward, placing his hands on the edge of the bar, caging Venti in his arms. Venti leaned back as far as he could, stuttering as he tried to speak again. 

“W-What are you s-saying! My performances are a-always s-so- so good!” The bitter smell of alcohol hit his nose and he wrinkled it slightly, it was a smell he had never liked, however, in Venti, Diluc thought it wasn't so terrible. The bard gulped and Diluc saw his pretty eyes moving from side to side, looking for a way out of his predicament. 

He didn't seem as dizzy as he had been a few moments ago, but his brain really couldn't handle his own limbs yet.

“Th-Then, I'll-” His warm breath hit Diluc's cheeks again. Now that he thought about it, his cheeks not only looked like apples, Venti also smelled like one. “I'll p-pay you with-”

“Your body.” 

Silence reigned and Diluc was sure Venti had stopped breathing as his eyes widened. His heart was also beating hard and now the shells of his ears started to get warm, but he tried to act calm. He let out a soft chuckle and his hands closed around the other's waist. Venti squealed and he kicked a bit, but Diluc easily lifted him up and sat him on top of the bar, placing himself between his legs as he pulled Venti’s body closer to him. 

“W-What are you d-doing?!” Venti squirmed, his cheeks and ears reddening. “M-Master Diluc, this is not appropriate, I- I can't pay you with my body… here.” 

“Yes you can,” Diluc said calmly, just a couple of centimeters away from Venti's face, their noses almost touching, their breathing mingling. “And you will.” He moved a little closer to Venti's face. Diluc felt him tense, his breathing quickening as his eyes closed tightly. What was Venti expecting exactly? He couldn't help but feel butterflies. 

Diluc smiled softly as his hands began to move on Venti's waist, tickling him. 

Venti jolted and gasped and Diluc fought the urge to laugh when he saw him opening his eyes wide as his lips started to tremble into a smile. “What- what are y-you- no! Nohoho! Why?!”

“Hmm? Didn't I say you'd pay with your body?” 

“Not like this!” Venti's hands wrapped around Diluc's wrists, trying to push his hands away. 

“Oh? Did you have anything else in mind?” He smirked, his hands squeezing Venti's tiny waist. “Please do tell me what it was.” 

Venti's face turned incredibly red and Diluc couldn't help but blush as well as his heart skipped a beat. However, his hands did not stop for even a moment, he wiggled his fingers up and down Venti's sides, squeezing here and there to make him squeal and jolt as if he had been touched by electricity. 

Venti was laughing wildly, trying to make Diluc stop, his smile was really huge and his nose was scrunching up a little, making him look even more adorable and carefree. His laughter was so bubbly and funny, Diluc had to chuckle himself as his fingers gently dug into Venti's ribs, pinching and rubbing each bone, causing Venti to squeal and cackle and arch his back. 

“M-Master Diluc!” He gasped between laughs. “I c-cahahan't!” 

“We’re not even halfway through it.” Diluc moved down to Venti's tummy and Venti giggled brightly, curling forward, his forehead resting against Diluc's shoulder. “At this rate, I'll have to do this for weeks until you pay me off.”

Venti shook his head, unable to speak as Diluc vibrated his fingers against the center of his stomach and he laughed and laughed like a little kid. His hands still desperately tried to push Diluc's away and cover the spots Diluc went after. 

“Tch.” The tickling suddenly stopped, but Venti could barely relax before Diluc grabbed his wrists with his hands. “These pesky hands are on the way, don't you think?” 

“H-Huh?! N-Noho! They're d-dohoing their work defending me from your pesky finge-e-ehehers! Lehehet gohoho!” 

Diluc gathered both Venti's wrists in one of his hands behind Venti's back, exposing his torso completely to his tickly fingers. The bard tried to fight him off, but Diluc's grip was like iron and so Venti could only kick his legs and squirm from side to side like a little fish out of water. He looked at Venti fondly, his smile gentle. Oh, he was so head over heels for him. He really, really liked him. He really wasn't going to do anything about it? 

“AHAHAHA! Not thehere! Nohohot there!”

“Stop moving.” 

Diluc's hand had found Venti's armpit. His fingers wiggled, dug and vibrated against the spot, making Venti shriek with laughter, little tears gathering in the corner of his eyes. His head low, face so close to Diluc's. So close, he could angle his head up just slightly and their lips would meet. Just… a slightly… tilt of his head and…

The laughter suddenly ended and a sharp breath echoed through the Angel's share as Diluc pressed his lips against Venti's smiling mouth. Diluc closed his eyes, his lips parting slightly to poke his tongue out and touch Venti's lips. Venti gasped, opening his mouth and Diluc pushed his tongue in, kissing him deeply, one hand holding Venti's waist, pulling him close. The other was still holding his hands behind his back. 

The bitter taste of alcohol filled his mouth, but he couldn't care less. That felt so good. Pleasant chills ran up and down Diluc's spine, his heart hammering against his ribcage, he was sure Venti could feel it because he could feel Venti's. The bard seemed to have turned to jelly in his arms. His body practically melted against Diluc's, kissing him slowly and gasping softly every time the tip of Diluc's tongue touched the roof of his mouth. 

Diluc also felt like jelly, his knees shaking a little and his hands trembling. He didn't want to stop, what would happen next? He didn't want to know, but Venti was already breathless from laughing so much and Diluc was scared he would pass out from the lack of oxygen, so he slowly pulled apart, enough to look at Venti's eyes, their noses gently touching. 

Venti opened his eyes slowly and he blinked a couple of times, the tears falling down his cheeks. Diluc didn't know what to say, but he was glad Venti did:

“T-That kiss was worth like one m-month of payment.” 

Diluc widened his eyes slightly before letting out a bright laugh. “Yeah… I guess you're right.” He let go of Venti's hands and he quickly wrapped his arms around Diluc's neck, bringing him closer to him. Diluc gasped, holding onto the bar. 

“Now I really want to pay you with my body, you know?” Venti smirked, leaning close to Diluc's ear. “And I'm not talking about tickling, Master Diluc.” 

Diluc breath hitched. He shuddered, feeling Venti's warm lips against the erratic pulse on the side of his neck and then his hot tongue licking a path to the hollow under his ear, making him whimper slightly. 

“... Don't forget about this in the morning.” Diluc whispered, his hands untying Venti's corset. 

He giggled. “I won't, Master Diluc. How could I?” 

Diluc was going to have to clean the bar again, but it didn't matter. Not when Venti was making sounds that sent shivers down his spine and his soft skin felt like silk against Diluc's. 

Venti looked at his eyes and smiled. “I like you, Master Diluc.”

Diluc smiled back and kissed him deeply. Yeah, he liked him too. Very much. 

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oops i was gone for two years. more art