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[lovelynim]

TickleTober2024/Day 22 - Cheating

Genshin Impact - Zhongli x Tartaglia

‘A shard of a Foul Legacy’.

That’s the item Aether asked Zhongli to bring back this time. And, with all honesty, it wasn’t that much of a bad request. Zhongli was aware of how much Tartaglia liked to fight and spar, but he couldn’t really bear the thought of hurting his beloved.

Thankfully, for this week, he came up with a different strategy. One that didn’t require violence or force - maybe just a bit.

Tartaglia didn’t really seem to be fond of it, probably preferring the regular fights a million times over this method, but Zhongli could take the criticism. He would manage to sleep with ease at the end of the day, knowing he didn’t hurt anything but Tartaglia’s enormous ego and pride.

“X-Xiangsheheng!” Tartaglia giggled in panic, his hands clenched into fists and his feet kicking behind Zhongli’s back. He aimed for a punch or two, a slap or even for a burst of Hydro energy, but nothing seemed to work. It was like hitting a wall, an unmovable boulder. “This ihihis cheheheating!”

“Are you going to hand over what I asked you?” Zhongli replied calmly, smirking as Tartaglia’s fists banged into his arms and shoulders. The only answer he got for his question was more frantic laughter and Tartaglia’s head shaking left and right. “Very well.”

Instead of clashing their weapons, Zhongli decided to use one of Tartaglia’s so-called “weaknesses”.

The first time he opted for this strategy was two weeks ago. He simply walked into their usual arena and, instead of bearing his spear, his hands were bare. After tackling Tartaglia down to the ground, the harbinger was surprised when skillful fingers tickled and abused the sensitivity of that body Zhongli knew so well.

It took him around a couple minutes of tickling before Tartaglia was ‘defeated’ and agreed to hand over the materials.

The second time, however, Tartaglia was more stubborn. Zhongli had to tickle him for almost half an hour before he finally surrendered, even stripping Tartaglia from some of his clothes like his shirt and boots. By the time they were done, Tartaglia noticed Zhongli wasn’t merely joking and, actually, was using this as a strategy to fight him instead of his strength.

He didn’t like that. But Zhongli didn’t really care - he refused to fight Tartaglia.

So, aware of that, when Tartaglia saw Zhongli walking into the arena this week, flashbacks of their previous “fights” flashed before his eyes and his first instinct was to run. If Zhongli didn’t catch him, he couldn’t tickle him.

However, after a good and long chase, here Tartaglia was. Trapped under Zhongli’s weight and having his torso mercilessly tickled by him.

“I waHAHAhant a fahahair fight!!” Tartaglia whined, trying to sound annoyed while laughter continued to pour off his lips. “This ihihis huhuhymiliahahting, xiahahangsheheng!!”

“Then hand over the materials and end it, Ajax,” Zhongli scolded, almost making it sound like it was Tartaglia’s fault.

“Nehehever!! Yohohou- you ahahare a cheheheater!!”

“Suit yourself,” Zhongli huffed, deciding to take things up a notch. He was going to go back with those materials, Tartaglia liked it or not.

A/N: Another pairing that didn't get my attention in a hot minute, but I still cherish them.

I may as well say that I'm aiming for a really special audience with this one prompt and I hope they see it soon, heh

[yellowelectroslime]

Tickletober 2024 Day 3: Prank

Pairing: Lee!Childe, Ler!Capitano - Platonic

Word count: 683

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[emiefluff]

Relaxation, Not Agitation

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Fandom ;; Genshin Impact

Pairing ;; Childe x Reader

Summary ;; Sensing your anxiety, Childe tries to plan some quality time with you by playing a game he'd play with his younger brother, which results in a whole lot of...laughter

Notes ;; My Squealing Santa 2023 gift for @giggly-toybox!! I hope you enjoyed reading this fic! Prompt was Childe x Reader with anything but smut or bondage

Tags ;; @squealing-santa | @giggly-toybox

Word Count ;; 687 (According to Google Docs, because the websites for word counting got 683/684

Reading Time ;; 2 minutes, 29 seconds

Paragraph Count ;; 14

Fic under the cut

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You jolted awake from your rest, breathing heavily as you tried to regain your senses. You had just woken up from a terrible nightmare, and you felt severely agitated. No matter how hard you try to go to sleep, it was super hard. As you contemplated your struggles, a voice arose softly. One that you recognized with familiarity so well.

“Hey, is everything okay there, love?” The concern belonged to none other than your dearest boyfriend, Childe. You'd perk up slightly, expressing your love for him with a soft smile. ”Yeah..I-I’m alright Childe..I just..had a bad dream is all..” Despite your attempts to stay calm, Childe knew there was much more going on in your mind.

“Don't worry, love. It's okay, I understand how you feel.” Childe would say with a smile, coming up with a master plan. “Hey, how about we play a little game?” Your curiosity would grow, wondering what your boyfriend had in mind. “Yeah? What kind of game?”

“A game that I would play with Teucer when he was sad!” You seemed to grow more curious, so you'd accept the proposal to play. “Okay, how does it work?” You'd ask innocently.

“Just stay still, love, and hold your arm out like this.” Childe would demonstrate what he meant, waiting for you to follow the instruction. As you did as instructed, Childe would begin to gently trace your palm. It felt nice, but you couldn't help but to blush profusely. “Just trace around like a race car.. And then crawl one, two, three..”

Childe has you waiting in nervous, but exciting anticipation. It was probably because of how his fingers were crawling like a spider up your arm. But then something clicked inside of you. Something you probably should've realized from the start. It had finally dawned on you. You weren't safe from his antics. “Aaand.. A little tickle tickle under here~!”

“Eeeek! Nohohohooo! Ch-Chihihihildehehe! S-Stop stohohohohohoppp! Ahahahaha! Th-Thahahahahahat tihihihihihicklehehes!”

Your lips would bubble out sweet giggles, squirming lightly as you felt Childe’s fingers fluttering against your armpit. It was an especially bad spot for you, which your boyfriend (un)fortunately knew all too well about you. You'd giggle as your pleas fell on deaf ears, failing miserably to try and get away. “No can do, love. Not when you have the most precious laugh ever!”

Childe smirked as he said that, knowing fully well that it embarrassed you when he gave you compliments like that. You'd cover your face, too embarrassed by the teasing. “Nohohohohohohoho! P-Plehehehahahase! Ch-Chihihihildehehe! S-Stohohohohohop ihihihihit! Ahehehehehehehehe!” Your giggles grew louder as you squirmed more.

Childe pulled your hands away from your face, making an “ah ah ah” noise. He enjoyed teasing you since he knew it would always draw a reaction out of you. He would then begin to bring her free hand to your other armpit, both sets of fingers scribbling softly against your soft and smooth skin.

“Now a little tickle tickle under thereee~!” You'd squeal at the contact, practically melting into a puddle of incoherent babbling and a childlike giggle fit. “N-Nonononononohohohohohoho! ChihihihildEHEHEHEHE! PLEHEHEAHAHASE! A-Anywhere buhuhuHUHUHUT THEHEHEHEREEEE! Stohohohop- *snort* !”

It had finally dawned on you how ticklish you truly were when both of you heard the softest, most high pitched yet tiniest snort ever. The worst part was that it came from you, which Childe seemed to be very amused by. After what seemed like ages of constant cooing and teasing, Childe finally lets up on his antics and give you a breather.

“Haha, you're so adorable like this! Are you okay now, love?” He'd ask with concern, hoping he didn't go too far. But fortunately to his surprise, you were smiling and still giggling as you tried to reassure him that you had fun, and didn't mind it.

“Doho-Don’t worry! I-I'm fihihi-fine! I don't really care muhuhu-much as long as we're bohohoho-both happy!” You'd kiss his cheek as a gesture to say “I love you”, to which Childe would return the favor. After a while of calming down, you both go back to bed, cuddling with each other to protect the other.

[lemon-boy-stan]

Hi! May I request a scenario of Childe and his s/o the morning after their first time?

Hi anon, of course you can! I've turned it into a reaction featuring multiple characters because this is really sweet

The morning after your first time with the Genshin Men

Summary: waking up next to your boyfriend after the first time you have sex together. Genre: fluff. Warnings: mentions of sex, nudity (m and f), mention of losing virginity, mature themes. Featuring: Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli, Wriothesley

CHILDE

The sun shone through the window, the light waking you up. Childe grunted softly, "don't leave, comrade." You smiled softly, body still sore from last night. "I'm not going anywhere, Ajax." Tartaglia kissed your neck softly, pulling you close to him. "You should have told me you were a virgin," he said softly. You buried your head into his bare chest, "to have you go easy on me?"

Childe grinned, "to be fair, you can't win all the battles, my love." You smiled and rolled your eyes, "you wanna test that out, Mr. Harbinger?" Tartaglia chuckled loudly, "hm. What are you gonna say when I tell your friends you got ABSOLUTELY RAILED by the eleventh Fatui Harbinger?" You smacked him on his back, "I'd say he totally took advantage of an inexperienced girl. Then, Master Diluc has another reason to beat you up." And Childe gasped, placing his hand on his chest, "you would never!"

DILUC

It was a warm morning in Mondstadt. Diluc's hair was much longer than yours, and flowed under your body. It was ticklish behind the back of your bare neck. He moaned softly, eyes opening slowly. "M-morning,' he yawned, looking at you with his beautiful red, tired eyes. You giggled softly, "good morning, Master Diluc."

Diluc blushed, his cheeks were almost as red as his hair. "Good morning," he smiled, kissing your lips. "Will you marry me?" He murmured. Your jaw dropped open and you let out a loud laugh, "surely it was wasn't that good! It was my first time, after all." He grinned, kissing you again, "yes it was, but I also just want to wake up next to you every day." Before pulling you close for another kiss, bringing the blanket over the two of you.

KAEYA

"Hey, beautiful," Kaeya's raspy voice filled your ears, "did you sleep well?" You rolled over to face him, he had been spooning you before. You blushed, "very well, Sir Kaeya." He chuckled, tracing lines across your body, making you shiver, the touch both foreign and familiar. "Come on, honey, we're way past the formalities, aren't we? Or shall I still call you Traveller, hmm?"

You shook your head and he grinned, "I remember when we first met in Jean's office. You were so lost, and yet you still kept looking at me with an amazed face, like you were checking me out. From that moment on, I already knew I liked you. Thank the Archons that you came to me asking to teach you to swordfight properly, huh? Who knows if we would even interact privately if it weren't for that," he brushed away a loose strand of your hair. You shoved your head into his neck, "Archons! Don't remind me! I was so innocent and desperate back then!" Making Kaeya laugh loudly, kissing you and shaking his head. "My, my, look at you. Not so innocent anymore, hmm?"

ZHONGLI

Zhongli did not sleep that night. After you had sex and drifted off to sleep, he was still processing everything. He had never had sex before, and he could smell that you hadn't either. There was a certain purity in your scent that he did not smell in others. For some reason, even after mating with you for the first time, it was still there. The whole night, as you lay next to him, breathing puffy little breaths, he watched you sleep, promising himself that he would protect you until the end of time.

You were the only kind of treasure he ever truly loved.

Zhongli pretended to sleep as soon as he sensed you waking. There were still many secrets he had hidden from you, and he wished not to scare you away. Zhongli had always seen sex as something necessary, even though he had never had sex before. He always smelled lust on other humans, but with you, he'd only ever smelt purity, and now he knew sex was so much more. Your eyes fluttered open and you turned to him, "good morning," whispering the words. Zhongli smiled, "good morning, my Qingxing. Would you care for a cup of tea?"

WRIOTHESLEY

Wriothesley's voice was deep and husky, the sound waking you up. The bed was so warm, you didn't want to get up. Wriothesley smiled, blue eyes shining. "Good morning, beautiful. How do you feel?" You giggled softly, "so good, Mr. Duke," making him grin, rolling his eyes. "I had a really good time last night," you breathed softly. Wriothesley blushed, "I had a really good time last night too, my love."

You giggled again, looking into his eyes. "I'd marry you right now," he murmured, "if you'd let me," you blushed, "I'd marry you right now, too, Your Grace, but if I'm not correctly mistaken, I do believe that's the Chief Justice banging at your door." Wriothesley sighed, pulling you close and kissing him. "Stay for the week?" He murmured. You smiled, kissing him back, "I think I'll be staying for a while, Your Grace."

The pounding on the door got louder. "WRIOTHESLEY!" Yelled the Chief Justice, "I KNOW YOU'RE WITH THE TRAVELLER! OPEN UP NOW OR I SHALL SENTENCE YOU!" there was another loud bang, and a high-pitched voice shrieked outside the door, "PAIMON KNOWS YOU'RE IN THERE, YN!!! THE WHOLE FORTRESS COULD HEAR YOU!!!"

GENSHIN IMPACT MASTERLIST

NAVIGATION

The other requests are on their way!!! Hope you like this, anon!

[luvfy0dor]

Soft Touches 'Nd Stuff ♡⁠˖

Warnings; Suggestive, cursing in a/n, I still only write specifically for BSD, my friends suggested characters from other fandoms, so credit to them; @ilovechuuy4 and @yaeeko and others not on tumblr

Description; Sleepy morning affection ;3

Imagine laying in your bed with the sunrise visible through your window, dying the sky a pretty wash of pink, oranges and yellows all blended together. Your boyfriends arms are wrapped around your waist with his head burrowed in the crook of your neck and his chest rising and falling against your back. You mindlessly kept your eyes fixated on the rising sun while you waited for him to wake up, taking deep and steady breaths and basking in the peace and silence. Five minutes passed before you could feel his hand rub from your waist to your thigh and his breath on your neck, making you nearly shiver. "Mm.. goodmorning." He whispered, his voice scratchy from sleep. He momentarily rolled onto his back to stretch, kicking you while he stretched his legs and took on a starfish position. Once he felt physically refreshed, he curled right back up to you and kissed your cheek. "Goodmorning." You reply, reaching back to entangle your hand in his hair. "I had the funniest dream about you, last night.." he whispers with an audible grin, and his hands slide down your tummy to your abdomen. You let out a sigh, feeling his ticklish fingers against your skin. "Yeah? Was it really funny?" You ask, a little skeptical. He laughs under his breath and shakes his head. "Maybe not funny, but definitely fun." He leans forward to kiss along the back of your neck, his fingers hooking around the waist band of your pajama bottoms. "Can I show you what we did?" His voice sent more shivers down your spine, squirming in place and nodding. "Mhm.." you let his hands into your pants, feeling them start to touch you where others never had, and never would so long as he gets a say. His excitement was evident as you grinded your ass against his hips needily. "Perfect. When I'm done with you, you'll be glad I decided to tell you about it, sweetheart."

→ Dazai, Chuuya, Nikolai, Tachihara, I wrote this w/ Fyodor in mind but idrk, Belphie, Mello, Heizou, Kaeya, Tartaglia, Wriothsley, Alhaithem, Oikawa, Gojo, Jean, Gallagher, Blade, Boothill, Sampo, Aventurine, Argenti nd your favs!!

A/n; hey chat sorry for the disappearance!! I had to take the AP World History Exam today!! It wasn't terrible to be quite fair!!! (it wasn't a cold war leq like I desired) (what the fuck was that dbq) (I'm going to kill myself) (not seriously obviously)(update from August chat i got a 5 im so dramatic)

[i23kazu]

GENSHIN MEN & LETTING YOU TRACE THEIR SCARS.

characters. xiao zhongli diluc kaeya childe scara x gn!reader genre. romantic fluff. an. i love them ur honour :3 | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

xiao

it's a big deal – don't tease him, please treat him with care. xiao allowing you to see the marks of his past is not something he takes lightly ... you're special. he trusts you. the scars haven't healed yet and the scars will not heal. trace his back lightly and watch as he winces; please, hold him gently. perhaps for the first time in eons, something wet drips down xiao's face.

zhongli

zhongli lets you see his scars – it's not something he hides, but something he trophies as a reminder of his old life. he's not the old geo archon anymore, but he smiles while fondly regaling his tales of old, victorious battles. each scar tells a story – and with each scar you point at, he answers with a soft hint of bittersweetness, melancholy, and regret.

diluc

goes completely silent the minute you touch it. he's not mad – don't worry, but it's such a sacred part of himself that he reels when he realises that he's let someone in so much to this point. it'll take him a while to get used to it; please don't mix his confusion for anger. he loves you, even though it's hard for him to comprehend because your love is blinding.

kaeya

kaeya tries to shrug it off. it's not every day he feels that sour twinge of vulnerability inside – please stay calm, please don't make a big deal out of it – if he freezes, don't be taken aback. touching the fragments of his past is frightening, so treat him with the love and care as you would with a little animal. kaeya certainly feels like one, sometimes.

childe

his breath hitches – it's ticklish, but also... electrifying. no one has ever drawn stars around his scars before. it's exciting, even – to feel his triumphs in a carefully handled light. he's always shown it off loudly and proudly, but for his wounds to be treated delicately ... it's an unfamiliar feeling. but nothing is every truly unfamiliar when it comes to you.

scaramouche

he doesn't enjoy it at first. he grumbles, tching in annoyance – why is this necessary? you've seen it plenty of times. scara is taken aback by how quickly you withdraw your hand – scara's body is a temple, and you don't want to overstay your welcome after finally being let in. perhaps you're different, and perhaps... he likes the warmth of your touch.

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[lovelynim]

Shocking, isn't it?

Genshin Impact - Scaramouche x Tartaglia

A/N: This was greatly inspired by @ikimaru's post. It's literally living in my head rent free, so I needed to do something about it.

Summary: Tartaglia is nervous and all that tension might ruin such a good moment... So Scaramouche decides to tweak things a little.

Word count: 1204 words

Warnings: Midly suggestive content, nothing explicit tho

Tartaglia's back hit the wall, with so much strength that it forced the air out of his lungs. And before he could recover, the assault went on. It was hard for him to stand on his legs, to keep himself together and not fall apart like a castle of cards.

“What's the issue, newbie? Can't keep up?” Scaramouche scoffed, taking a moment to laugh at his ‘comrade’.

To his and everyone's surprise, this wasn't a fight. However, Tartaglia couldn't help but to think that there was some murderous intent directed to him - but, if anything, those only made it more exciting. “H-hah, you sure aren’t… all talk, balladeer,” he gasped, wiping off a little drop of drool that was pouring from the corner of his lips.

Scaramouche clicked his tongue, amused. Despite their height difference, he was the one cornering Tartaglia against the wall. “Can’t say the same goes for you,” he teased, his hand reaching for the door knob next to them and effortlessly pushing it open. There was no need for words or gestures as they both already knew what to do. 

Tartaglia barely stepped inside the bedroom and Scaramouche was already latching himself onto him. The same hand that tightly groped his red shirt pushed him towards the bed, barely giving Tartaglia time to kick off his boots. Damn, this guy really was something else, Tartaglia thought, whining a little into their vicious kissing.

Scaramouche pushed him into the mattress, rubbing the corner of his lips with the back of his hands. “You look scared, did I go too hard on you?” He cooed, irony poisoning his voice while he started to shed his own layers of clothes. “I thought you could ‘take me wherever, whenever’, no?”

Tartaglia chuckled - hoping it would help him hide his uneasiness. He wasn’t so sure of those words anymore. “And I can, balladeer, heh…” That didn’t even convince himself, but oh well.

Scaramouche tilted his head, getting his knee on top of the mattress and slowly approaching the ginger. Tartaglia leaned against the bedpost and watched in silence, at the verge of cracking under the tension and the pressure. Now that it was really happening, could he sustain all of his claims for before? Despite his looks, Scaramouche clearly knew what he was doing and was going to do, while Tartaglia, on the other hand…

Before he could sink any further into these thoughts, Scaramouche straddled one of his legs. Shit, he was so close—

“Eyes on me, newbie,” the other’s voice broke into Tartaglia’s head. He had a playful, yet dominating look on his face. “You might learn a thing or two…” So cocky, Tartaglia thought, but he wasn’t in a position to talk back.

Sighing, as he was forced to follow orders, Tartaglia closed his eyes and leaned in, kissing the balladeer’s lips again. Their lips crashed into each other - without passion, but burning with desire.

Despite not knowing his “coworker” that well, here Tartaglia was. However, as inexperienced as he was, he didn’t know what to do with his hands. Should he hug Scaramouche? Or just keep them away? What if he messed up? Archons, that would be so embarrassing, and what if Scaramouche spread that he was a virgin and—

“...hey,” Scaramouche sighed, breaking their kiss. He looked a little annoyed, but mostly because they stopped kissing. “What are you thinking about? Pay attention, damned newbie…”

Tartaglia’s cheeks flushed in a bright shade of pink. Did he mess up their kissing? He practiced for so long… “I-is something wrong?” Tartaglia dared to ask, his fingers digging into the mattress, tightly holding it.

“You’re too tense,” Scaramouche complained with half closed eyes. Tartaglia wished he could hear the other’s thoughts, it was so hard to read what he was feeling - his face always looked the same, he always seemed so angry. But, this time, he was sure he heard him… laugh. “Let me just…”

Scaramouche quickly reached for Tartaglia’s shirt collar and nearly ripped all the buttons open as he dragged his hand down. The cloth that was being held together quickly fell down Tartaglia’s body, exposing his body to Scaramouche hungry eyes. “Don’t worry,” Scaramouche muttered, gently cupping one of Tartaglia’s cheeks, leaning close to admire his nervous expression. His finger slid down Tartaglia’s jawline, lifting his face by his chin, “it will be fun…”

Tartaglia couldn’t say anything. His throat was closed shut and barely air was making its way through it. He could only watch and shiver, tensing in anticipation as Scaramouche pressed his hand against his chest and slid it down his body. “S-Scaram-”

Crackle.

…huh?

A small purple light came from where Scaramouche’s hand was. Tartaglia widened his eyes as small bolts of electricity surrounded the other man’s finger, crackling as he imbued his hand with electro energy. “W-wait, Scaram- ah!”

All it took was a single finger pressing into his stomach for one of the sparkles to shock him. Scaramouche grinned, letting the electro energy flow into Tartaglia’s body. “What's wrong? It doesn’t hurt, does it? Too much for you?”

“N-nohot reall- ah! But it- a-agh, tihickles..!” Tartaglia whimpered, pressing his eyes shut and clenching his hands into fists. It should hurt, he thought, but it didn’t. All he could feel was an electric pulse flowing, stimulating all his nerves at once.

“Oh, really?” Scaramouche feigned surprised, tilting his head slightly. Pressing his index into the spot just above Tartaglia’s navel, he began to draw little shapes: a circle, a star, a heart… all while sending little bolts of electricity into the skin. “Then laugh, newbie. And relax, yes?”

Tartaglia's body trembled with spasms, jerking his limbs in a weird way. It tickled so bad and it was just a finger, Scaramouche was literally toying with him, mocking, torturing even… but he didn’t dislike those ideas. Again, if anything, those only made it more exciting. “W-wahahait! H-hnngh! P-plehease! It f-feels wehehei- aHAah, c-cohome on!”

Scaramouche only smiled, his finger tracing each muscle of Tartaglia’s abs, moving to his side and then down to his hip. It tickled terribly, terrifically. The ginger curled his toes and giggled his free leg while the other simply trembled under Scaramouche’s weight. That sensation made him want to laugh, to cry, to moan. “S-stahahap, ahAHa, I-I’m seheher- AHAH!!”

Before he could protest any further, Scaramouche added a second finger, pinching a bit of soft skin just below Tartaglia’s ribs, rolling that patch of meat between his digits while showering it with electro energy. “You don’t sound like you want me to stop, newbie,” he whispered softly, watching Tartaglia nearly melt under his gentle-shock-treatment. 

“I think you’re into this, huh?” He teased, finally ceasing the electric flow. Tartaglia's body went limp against the bed, his head spinning and his vision blurry.

Tartaglia sighed, taking his trembling hand to his face, moving it through his hair tiredly. “Y-yeah…” He nodded, a shy smile spreading on his face and adorning it along with his flushed cheeks.

Scaramouche laughed, shaking his head for a moment and smirking back at his newbie’s messed up state. “I see,” he then moved his hands, holding both Tartaglia’s hips, “so let’s see how much you can take, newbie.”

Crackle.

[italeean]

Endurance training

You can find the plot here

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hahahahaha h-hohohow dihihid yohou-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[starg1rlie]

𐋃 return address : they're in love w/your tummy [masterlist]

𐋃 sent from : tartaglia, diluc, kaeya, scaramouche, zhongli

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𐋃 post script : sickly-sweet fluff, because i feel like it, gender-neutral (lil implied female reader in childe's part) reader, pet names, use of "childe's" real name (ajax), slightly chubby! reader, modern au! (non-genshinverse) for some, tsundere for scaramouche's part, kind of short except 4 zhongli's, i kinda wrote a little more than the others lmfao,,,<3

tartaglia loves the plushness of your body, be it your thighs, your tummy, or your chest. and so, every day, once he comes back from work, eyesight bleary with exhaustion, he only has one objective in mind, and that would be nuzzling his face into your soft tummy.

kicking off his shoes, he trudged into your shared bedroom, collapsing in a heap next to you onto the surface of the bed. immediately, you looked up from the book you'd been paging through before he'd come home, feeling his arms snake around your waist like a loose belt, reeling you in closer, until finally, finally, his face was smothered into your stomach.

ajax let out a contented sigh, letting his eyelids flicker shut once your fingers started to slide through his ginger hair. "long day?" you inquired softly, bookmarking your page in the book, then placing it on your nightstand. your boyfriend merely let out a groan in response, to which the corner of your lips tugged upwards at.

"i missed you," he said, voice muffled as he pressed short kisses against your tummy, lips curving up when he elicited a few giggles out of you; he knew your stomach was a ticklish spot for you (and other places as well, the man has mapped out your entire body-). "scaramouche wouldn't shut up about how messy my cubicle was and the old man was practically breathing down my neck the entire afternoon," childe complained, peeking up at you with his oceanic-blue eyes with a look so gentle and tender, it made your heart constrict at the sight of it.

"you know, you should probably respect your boss a little bit more, don't you think?" he snorted at that, opting for not responding to it, lest he said something he couldn't take back later.

"you want me to cook, or are you fine with takeout again tonight?" you asked gently, petting his head in slow, languid strokes, as if he were a massive dog. tartaglia sighed before propping himself up with his elbows.

"can we get some takoyaki?" he asked, persona turning child(e)ish within a few mere seconds. you chuckled, shaking your head at him before nodding and reaching for your phone. "i'll call them," you replied, and with that, ajax settled himself back down onto your stomach, continuing with his bombard of tummy kisses.

rough days seemed to happen quite often for poor diluc. the man had gotten off late (which wasn't unusual; it actually happened more often than you could count) tonight, returning home like a weary traveler, just about ready to cry with relief once he caught sight of you preparing dinner in the kitchen.

wrapping his warm arms around your stomach, he was quick to nuzzle his face into your neck, pressing a tender and affectionate kiss against your pulse and murmuring sweet nothings into your ear. you turned off the stove and set down the wooden spoon you'd been using to stir with, before turning around and returning his hug, pressing your face against his chest, relishing the warmth that raidated so regularly from his body.

the slightly sour scent of sweat and the sweetneess of his cologne filled your nostrils as you let out a happy sigh, like a cat would once it found a place to relax comfortably under the golden touch of the sun. your significant other let out a low chuckle, using a gloved hand to pat your head fondly, which you clearly enjoyed.

"wanna cuddle before dinner?" you asked, letting your arms unwrap from his torso. he was quick to nod, and tagged along behind you towards the bedroom like an excited little puppy.

he practically pounced on you once the two of you were on the bed; the man was needy. needy for some tummy nuzzles. there was something so comforting about the way the squishiness and plushness of your stomach. he couldn't help himself to press a few kisses against your adomen while he was at it, nothing sexual about it, just completely sweet and affectionate.

"you're so perfect," he murmured gently, peering up at you with those blazing eyes of his. you could feel warmth seeping into your cheeks, a rose-color hue coloring them. "so soft..." he trailed off, pressing the side of his face against your stomach, like a cat would against its owner's leg.

"l-luc, stop that tickles!" you said in between giggles, prying his face off of your stomach before you erupted into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. the man in question merely smiled gently, letting up and settling down by your side.

"i love you, 'luc, you know that, right?" you asked, once your laughter died down, pecking his cheek.

"i was just about to say that, love." diluc returned the peck, then gathered you up in his arms, carrying you bridal-style to the kitchen once more. "and now, i believe it's time for some home-cooked dinner, made by my lovely phoniex."

as sneaky and flirtatious as kaeya was (his main two personality traits tbh,,,), he also had a soft and a little childish side to him. whenever he was held back at the favonius headquarters to do paperwork, he'd stumble into your arms, with hopes of getting to feel your plush body against his more solid one.

"kae, your fingers are freezing!" you shrieked, splashing out mini-ripples of water from the large bathtub the two of you were currently in. kaeya merely offered you a wolfish grin, reaching down to tickle your sides, finger pads gently brushing against your abdomen every now and then, which he knew was your weakness.

"stop stop, we're gonna flood the bathroom!" you warned, more ripples of water spilling past the rim of the bathtub before your partner finally let up, raising his hands up in mock surrender.

"archons, seriously, one day, you're going to be the death of me, i swear." you gasped out at last, blowing a bunch of soap suds at kaeya's way, which he didn't bother dodging, chuckling in amusement once they all started to cling to his chin, like a little bubble beard.

"here, you've- you've got a little...something on your face," you snorted, sliding over and blowing off the bubbles. kaeya laughed.

"a little?" he replied, shaking his head at you, before dunking you below the surface of the bath water, which you shrieked at, a bunch of bubbles surfacing. more water splashed out of the tub, and by the time you resurfaced, the entire bathroom floor was soaking wet, and slippery to even step foot on. "well, looks like we have a mess to clean u-woah!"

he yelped as you pushed him under this time, a triumphant laugh spilling past your lips, eyes glinting gleefully at kaeya, who's hair was now soaking wet. he let out a chuckle, running a hand through his tangle blue locks. "let's wrap this up and head to bed, huh, angel?"

you nodded, already draining the water out of the tub and stepping out, wrapping the towel around your body and wringing out the bathwater from your hair. "you coming?" you raised a brow at him, to which he quickly nodded to you in response, standing up and reaching for his own towel.

"you know, as shitty as my day was this afternoon, i can always count on you to make it end well," kaeya whispered against the shell of your ear, face starting to burrow itself into the nape of your neck, his arms loosely wound around your waist, gently squishing at your tummy with his fingers, slightly rough pads tracing shapes and random patterns into your skin.

"night, kae."

even though all of the lights were out, you could feel him smiling against your neck as he whispered back, "g'night, angel."

scaramouche had a secret. well, a secret that was clearly obvious to you, and you alone. he loved snuggling your tummy. every day, when he was done with whatever fatui business that pierro had thrown on him, or when childe was done talking his ear off, he'd come home to your arms, and had the privelege to indulge himself to use your tummy as a pillow for as long as he wanted.

"want some mochi?" he asked, holding out the mochi box, the gummy sweet making it impossibly difficult for him to open his jaws all the way. once he swallowed the mochi, his fingers were already reaching for another glob of it, using the little container of seaseme-seed flavored powder to dip in, before he popped it into his mouth.

"no thanks, i'm trying to lose a little weight." he stopped licking his fingers once he heard those words slip past your lips, sitting up abruptly from his comfortable spot against your stomach. he glared sharply down at you, eyes narrowed to slits that resembled a snake's.

"who told you that?"

you cocked your head at him, confused. "who told me what?"

"who told you that you were fat?" scaramouche asked, eyebrows furrowing even further, irritation marching across his porcelain-doll like face.

"no one did? i've just been thinking to watch what i eat now." you shrugged nonchalantly, beckoning him to lay his head once more against your abdomen. his expression relaxed a bit as he settled back down, letting his eyes flicker shut as he felt your fingers brush through his hair gently.

"you're perfect the way you are right now, you know that, right?" he mumbled softly under his breath, placing the mochi box's lid over it and placing it aside. "you don't have to watch what you're eating, or lose any weight. no one is forcing you to."

"i never said anyone was forcing me to. kuni, i'm doing this out of my own free will. i want to lose some weight, i'm serious. i know you might see this as an issue or a problem, but it's really not! besides, it's not like i'm gonna change, just because i lost a few pounds of fat."

"your tummy," he blurted suddenly.

"what?"

"your tummy," scaramouche repeated. "i like laying on your tummy. and your thighs..." he muttered, the tips of his ears turning bright red. you couldn't help it; a single short laugh bubbled up from your chest. the 'ha!' seemed to embarrass the poor boy even further, as he refused to meet your gaze.

"i know you do, and i promise, i'll leave some fat for you to snuggle with." you chuckled, brushing away the purple locks that was blocking his view. "i kind of like being your pillow."

"good, i'm glad we can both agree on that." scaramouche sat up suddenly, reaching for the mochi box to shove one into his mouth, probably to distract himself from the heat that was starting to warm his cheeks. you simply shook your head at your partner and reached for another piece of mochi yourself.

"hey, save some for me!"

"you're just gonna have to eat quicker if you really want some more."

it was afternoons such as these where zhongli truly felt at peace. the warm, golden touch of the sun grazed over the former-archon's face as he let his eyeslids flicker shut, body already drifting to dreamland. he couldn't help himself to take a nap; laying on your stomach was so comfortable and soothing to him that he had now nominated it the perfect resting place for his head if he ever needed a nap.

a dragonfly buzzed overhead, peering down at the two of you briefly before darting away, most likely on the verge of a hunt. quietly, you sang a gently tune under your breath, which seemed to help ease your significant other deeper into sleep. you sang of babbling brooks and the blossoming buds of spring, you sang of the sad tales of winter, and of the leaves that fell from the trees during the fall season.

"one day, my love, i will show you the true wonders of liyue, and perhaps we can even have a picnic, like you'd been asking of me," zhongli had said to you one day, chin tucked over your left shoulder, his arms wound comfortably around your waist, and his solid chest against your back.

"that sounds lovely. perhaps we can also go into the fields and catch some butterflies as well? i'd like to catch one to paint; i'll let it go once i've finished," you said, tilting your head backwards to meet zhongli's unusually softened amber gaze.

"as many butterflies as you wish, darling." zhongli responded, pressing an affectionate kiss against your forehead as the two of you huddled even closer, eyes trained on the dark night sky, where fireworks were exploding, showering the darkness with bright colors, like curious periwinkle, and ecstatic green. the lantern rite was one of your most favorite things about living in liyue; it was such a beautiful and momentous occasion, and it was special, because that was the first time that zhongli had ever said he loved you. the festival would always hold a special place in your heart.

"hopefully my time here will last just a little bit longer, so that we may explore the seven nations of the world. wouldn't that be something, li?" zhongli chuckled at your statement, merely nodding in response.

"i will follow you to the ends of the world, if that is what you wish, my love."

"and yet i can't get you to eat sugared slimes," you responded impishly, grinning widely up at him.

the lord of geo cringed. "let us not dwell on that topic any longer."

the last firework of that night flew into the sky, exploding into bright shades of yellow and gold, almost as if it were the golden dust of the gods, descending upon the city of contracts. below, crowds of liyue's citizens were already deep within the festivities, eating, singing, dancing, and having a great time.

"you know, i think dying will feel like this. it might be a little bad at first, and it will most definitely hurt in some cases, but it can also feel blissful, don't you think?"

a mini panic-attack was already starting to form within zhongli's chest. "please, do not speak of dying. you still have many years to go,我的爱," he said, grabbing a hold of your hands.

"i was just joking, li!"

the memory made your lips curve up, and slowly, zhongli's eyelids started to flicker open. with a short grunt, he sat up and cleared his throat, which was already raw from his nap. "my apologies for having to make you stay in this position for too long; you were just so comfortable."

"no apologies necessary, li. you are more than welcome to use my stomach whenever you wish."

"in that case, perhaps you may indulge me with a...er...cuddle session?" he sitll hadn't gotten used to using mortal terms such as these, the old man was pretty outdated.

"is that your way of saying you want to snuggle with my tummy again?" you inquired, snickering at the flush that was started to creep up the former-archon's neck.

"hm. when you put it like that, perhaps it is so."

"you know it is so."

"yes, yes, i know. i know..."

[ P.S. get me these men irl, please, i'm begging you sob...likes are appreciated, and reblogs are even more so!! feel free to lmk what your thoughts are in the comments below <3 ]

[nervocat]

Soo, if you could, I have a request. Just a Childe x male reader, where Childe feels kinda insecure about his freckles and scars, and we comfort him with cuddles and kiss all over his freckles and scars to remind him how much we love him. love your works! ❤️

★ 📝 — notes: omg this request dude. I don’t personally like Childe romantically ig would be the word as others would but it's the topic of it.. so silly I the best possible way, and I hope this is up to your standards

Also I'm glad you like what I write, it makes my day honestly to see people like my works ‼❤

       — word count: 746 , fandom: genshin impact , cw: none, I just added my self-indulgent headcanon of him having a gummy smile, you straddle him at one point (non-sexually tho) and idk if I wrote him right — ✦

                     " Comforting Childe "

       Tartaglia was normally never insecure about his looks, but sometimes his insecurities rise about his scars and freckles. He's normally confident about his scars and doesn't really mind his freckles at all, sometimes they just feel wrong to him though.

     Childe was currently staring into a mirror, wearing a white tank top and dark gray shorts and tracing his scars and freckles. He didn't exactly have any thoughts, his head was empty really, but he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sadness of insecurity about his appearance. In the midst of his insecure state of mind, you come home and after you take your shoes off, you come to your shared bedroom and open the door, startling Tartaglia in the process, his eyes growing wide as he turned his head to look at you. When you noticed he wasn't like his usual self, you frowned and gently closed the door behind you, still in what you wore throughout the day.

     "Li? You ok?" You inquire, to which he glances away and just smiles, waving a dismissive hand.

     "Of course I am! Why wouldn't I be, my love?" Childe replies, walking up to you and hugging you. You wrap your arms around him instantly and notice how he's tense, so you start to rub circles on his shoulders, hoping it was the right move to ease himself. Even if it wasn't a proper message, he sighed and the tenseness eased up. He removed his head from your shoulder and he had a frown on his face again, his blue eyes looking somber as he stared into your eyes.

     "Tartaglia.. I can see you're obviously not okay," You move to cup his face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs over his face freckles. He sighs deeply, closing his eyes as he practically melts in your touch. You smile at this, patting his head and kissing his nose. "I'm going to get changed into more comfortable clothes, I'll be back before you know it," you say, ruffling his ginger hair before slipping away to change into pj's. He moves to follow your embrace, sad that you left, but he moved to sit on the bed at wait. Soon after you left, you came back and immediately embraced him, to which he immediately reciprocated.

     You decide to straddle him (non-suggestively ofc) and hold his face again. "Are you ok?" You ask, repeating your earlier question. He sighs in defeat and shakes his head. You just let out a breath of laughter, deciding not to pry and just move to kiss all over his face, making sure to get his freckles and some of the scars adorning him. He starts to laugh a bit at this.

     "[name], that feels funny," Childe says through small laughs, his hands moving to your shoulders as he smiles, his gums showing. You always thought his smile was precious, and so you kissed him on the lips for a moment before kissing his nose again.

     His freckled face flushes at your kiss, not exactly expecting it as you move down to kiss his neck. He starts to giggle a bit at this, being ticklish on his neck. "That tickles," Tartaglia says, though he doesn't push you away as he continues to giggle. This continues to both of his shoulders, arms, and then to his hands, which you take in yours and kiss his knuckles, making eye contact with him. His face reddened more, rendering him speechless due to not being used to receiving affection back still, to which you laugh at and tackle him to the bed, but not enough to hurt him.

     You lay on top of him, legs wound around his waist as you lay your head on his chest, no matter your height. "Do you wanna go to bed?" You sit up a bit to look him in the eyes, a silly smile on his face from being kissed all over and he just nods, moving you two up to your pillows. You decide to kiss his face more while murmuring 'I love you's' between them and occasionally kissing his lips, leaving the ginger with a love-struck look in his eyes to go with the smile of his.

     No matter if you two get judgment from others for being two guys dating each other, he'll love you no matter what and is glad to have found a guy like you who makes him feel so loved and is able to rid his insecurities for a while. ✧

🌊 ★ — © nervocat || I appreciate any reblogs made, and pls don't repost or translate my works anywhere, ty — ✦ 📖

[yellowelectroslime]

D,L for Zhongli and K,V for Childe?🙌

[notes: HSGUSCUSC i was planning on only doing this for hsr but then I gave in so i gotchu! tickle ask game here]

Zhongli

D: Death Spot | What is their most ticklish spot?

His ribs and thighs are his death spots for sure! no elaboration needed

L: Laughter | What does their laughter sound like when they are tickled?

Very deep and charming. When he's laughing in general i feel like he wouldn't full on belly laugh, he would just chuckle very handsomely like the very handsome man he is. The pitch of his laugh is also pretty deep, but not as deep as his talking voice. But when you tickle him good, the pitch of his laughing increases and he starts to giggle instead of chuckle so he basically goes from handsome -> cute and its really nice to hear!

Childe/Tartaglia

K: Killer Move | As a ler, do they have special skills to use against their lees and drive them crazy with?

I think because he grew up with a big family he's well experienced in giving and receiving raspberries during tickle fights, so thus I conclude that he gives his lee raspberries! He doesn't stop there no, he'll tickle another spot while giving his lee raspberries like squeezing their sides or tickling their armpits so after a tickle fight with him, the lee's gonna be in hiccups for a while.

V: Victim | As a ler, who is their favorite lee and what makes this person their ultimate victim?

I definitely think 100% it's the traveler. His second favorite is of course the xiansheng himself Zhongli :D. I think his favourite victim is the traveler because having tickle fights with them reminds him of the tickle fights he had with his siblings when he was a child. Whenever he even hears the word 'tickle' his big brother instincts kick in and he immediately goes to find the traveler.

[tickle ask game: OPEN]

[tklpilled]

"plehehease, please no mohohore! ahahanywhehere ehelse!" aether wails, weakly smacking his hand on the ground as if that would do anything to help.

"nah," replies tartaglia, so casually, so carelessly, and something about it makes aether's skin feel somehow more sensitive. "you're really fun to tickle, you know?"

aether arches his back on instinct, which he immediately regrets as tartaglia slides an arm underneath him to keep him exposed. "no, stohohohop! it's sohoho bahad!" his eyes are squeezed shut, head thrown back in absolute hysterics. it's bad enough that tartaglia knows all too well just how absolutely, maddeningly, devastatingly ticklish he is — and now he's abusing that knowledge on aether's second-worst spot, and it's driving the traveler mad knowing that it could always get even worse.

fingers are curling into the side of his tummy in a way that's just a step beyond playful, but still nowhere near enough to be painful or unenjoyable. and that's what he hates the most — he hates how much he's absolutely loving it. how he would be happy with this treatment for the rest of his life if he could.

"please!" he practically shrieks. "plehehease..."

"hmmmm," says tartaglia, in that way of his that means he's already decided on an answer, but he has to play it up for drama. "maybe. if you stop being ticklish."

[dumbstuffsstuff]

Admit It || Lee!Zhongli || Genshin Impact

Lol I lied guys, I am still hyperfixated on Genshin but I’ve also got new things coming and decided to write a fic just for funsies.

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Zhongli is a very calm and charismatic man. He never gets overly excited, angry, or annoyed. This bothers Childe. How can Zhongli control his temper so well? One day, something manages to really get under the Geo Archon’s skin, and Childe is determined to make Zhongli admit that he’s angry.

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Pairing: Zhongli and Childe

Lee!Zhongli

Ler!Childe

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Zhongli, Rex Lapis, Morax, leader of the Adeptus, the Geo Archon. He goes by many names. Zhongli is a character, that’s for sure. No matter the situation, Zhongli always knows how to stay composed. He never lets anything get to him. He never takes criticism personal.

Most people enjoy this quality in Morax. By most, that means everyone except Zhongli’s (friend? rival? partner?) Childe.

Childe can be the exact opposite compared to Zhongli. While the ginger is normally a playful guy who likes to joke around, he is susceptible to losing his temper quickly. He gets irritated at small things. One of the small things being Zhongli’s ability to avoid annoyance.

It’s especially frustrating at times when Childe finds something to scold Morax about or when they’re arguing, and Zhongli will sip tea and avoid eye contact, all while brushing the redhead off and chuckling at his distress.

That all stands until today.

Childe had decided to stay in the hotel in Liyue for a few days to take some time off. He was stressing lately and needed a break. He lay on the cushioned sofa and tried to read a book to keep himself busy, but he was overall bored. That was until a trio burst through the door.

Childe jumps and whips his head around to see the intruders. It’s Aether and Paimon with a flustered Morax behind them. Aether is spewing affirmations at Zhongli in an attempt to comfort him, but the adeptus finds himself pacing around the hotel room.

“Yeah, just let yourself into my room why don’t you?” Childe teases and recieves a glare from Morax.

“Those fatui harbingers are nothing but rats,” Zhongli scoffs and flops down on the couch next to Childe.

“Whoa, hey now, I’m right here?” Tartaglia places a hand on his chest to look hurt, “what’s gotten into you?”

Aether clears his throat, “Uh we ran into some unfriendly harbingers… They really know how to throw around insults.”

Zhongli groans, “let us not retell the story.” He crosses his arms and taps his foot on the floor.

“No worries, Aether,” Childe waves, “I’ll handle it.”

Aether seems grateful and grimaces before awkwardly leaving the scene. Now it’s just the ginger harbinger and Rex Lapis.

“They had the audacity to make fun of me for not having any mora. I’m not broke, I just didn’t bring any with me!”

“Hold on,” Childe interrupts, “are you… angry?”

“Me?” Zhongli scoffs, “Not at all. I’m just confused!”

“You’re totally angry right now, look at you! You’re like steaming!” Childe laughs, “I’ve never seen you this emotional before.”

“I’m not!” Zhongli growls and glares at Childe again. At first, Childe is somewhat afraid. But a smirk forms on his face instead.

“It’s not healthy to hide your feelings,” Childe wraps an arm around Zhongli, placing his gloved hand on the other’s waist.

“I’m not hiding anything.”

“But you are~” Childe pokes his side, making Zhongli flinch, “just admit that you’re angry.” Childe begins to wiggle all ten fingers gently against Zhongli’s waist.

“N-No- Ajax! W-Wahat are you d-doing?” Morax squirms in his spot, afraid to make any other movements that may enhance the ticklishness of the ginger’s fingers.

“I’m tickling you,” Childe grins at the sight of a blush forming on Zhongli’s nose bridge, “I didn’t think you’re ticklish, Morax. But it appears you are.”

“I-Ihi’m nahat.”

“Then why do you laugh when I stroke your sides?”

“A-Ahaha… I-I’m nohot laughing- hrk!”

“Yeah right,” Childe then scribbles all over the dragon’s ribs, tickling up and down and poking each bone.

“PAHahahaha! C-Chihihilde! Stohop that!” Zhongli’s blush darkens, he tries to sound irritated, but his genuine smile doesn’t allow him to.

“See? You’re smiling now, isn’t it great?”

“NOHOHO! Ihit isn’t!” Childe kisses the back of Zhongli’s neck, brushing his long ponytail to the side to add to the sensations. Morax scrunches his shoulders to avoid the tickles, and squeezes his arms around his waist to stop the attack on his side.

“ChihiHIHILDE! PleheHEase! I-it- Ihit tihihickles!”

“Oh? So you ARE ticklish? You admit it?”

“Y-Yehehes!! Now stohohop!”

“Hmm… But you lied to be the first time. I think that shouldn’t go unpunished,” Childe creeps closer and closer to the dragon’s underarms. In return, Morax squirms and jolts to escape but he’s weakened by the tickling.

“AHA! Nonono! Chihihilde! NOHOT THEHERE! Plehehease!”

“Not here? Well, are you going to admit that you’re angry?”

“IHIHI AM NOHOT ANGRY!”

“Suit yourself,” he shrugs. He digs into Zhongli’s underarms and he goes nuts. Zhongli bucks his hips and screeches.

“AHAHAJAX!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! STAHAHAP! IT REHEHEALLY TIHIHICKLES!”

“Wow! I didn’t expect you to be so ticklish!”

“SHUHUHUT UHUP!”

“Now that’s not nice,” Childe teases. He blows raspberries into his neck while continuing his assault on his armpits.

“BUAHAHAHAHAH! AHAHALRIHIHGHT! YOHOU WIN! YOU GOT MEHEHEE! QUIHIT IHIT!”

“I win? So you admit you were angry?”

“YEHEHEHHES! I ADMIHIHIT IT! STOHOHOHP IT!”

“Oh, alright,” Childe rolls his eyes and stops the attack. Zhongli curls in on himself, gasping for air and then leaning into the ginger.

“Aw look at you. Don’t you feel better?”

“Y-yehes… I-I feehehel much behetter. Thank you, Ajax…” Zhongli places a hand on Childe’s cheek, smiling.

“Ahem,” Childe enjoys the touch until he feels Zhongli begin to wiggle his fingers, “H-Hey!” Childe immediately gets up, letting Zhongli roll over onto the floor.

“Oho? What’s wrong Childe?”

“Zhongli…”

“Cant handle what you dish out, hm?”

“Stay back!” Childe blocks his exposed stomach and sprints out of the room.

“You can run, but i’ll catch you!” Zhongli chuckles and takes his time to catch Childe, since it wont be hard to.

Fin

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[duckymcdoorknob]

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

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

BUT THAT DOESNT MEAN I SHALL NOT TRY MY BESTEST!

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

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

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

Lee Zhongli who was never tickled until he met Hu Tao

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ticklystuff]

hellooo

can i request lee!diluc with ler!tartaglia? chilluc has been on my mind for a while so~~

ah, for the spots, maybe hips/tummy? but anything you feel like writing i'm sure will come out amazing ~

send no more, thx!

wc: ~1.2k

hewwo hewwo, i think i struggled getting their dynamic down, but i hope this turned out ok. ty both for requesting them! also hi nim ur one of my fave writers here asdklfj

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"You nervous?"

Yes.

"No," Diluc quickly scoffed, but the shakiness in his voice had already given himself away, prompting his head to turn to the side and avoid the amused glint in Childe's eyes.

"Hmm, I don't think I believe you." Normally, the cheeky tone would be enough to set Diluc off and he'd have no problem throwing Childe off of him in the moment, but the subtle eagerness laced into his words sent a shudder through Diluc's body and he could only respond with an apprehensive cough.

"I'd hate to disappoint you, but I don't think you'll get what you're looking for here," Diluc's voice trailed off into a whisper, a feeble attempt at dissuading Childe, though it honestly felt like he was trying to convince himself. He wasn't even sure what there was to be afraid of because surely there'd be no way he'd still be ticklish after all these years.

"Well, why don't we check together, just to make sure," Childe winked, his one hand that pinned Diluc's wrists above his head seemingly growing tighter as he spoke. 

It was futile to shake Childe off at this point and Diluc inwardly groaned, knowing full well that he himself was mostly to blame. The harbinger was an.. interesting person, to say the least, oftentimes displaying personality traits that Diluc would not associate with such a high-ranking member of the Fatui.  The boundless curiosity mixed with his stubbornness and naivete more often than not led to trouble that Diluc would inevitably have to drag him out of, but this time, there'd be no one to keep Childe in place, as Diluc himself was now the focus of Childe's current interest. 

He only had himself to blame, however, because had he not scrambled at the other's attempt at poking him, Diluc might not have piqued Childe's attention on the matter. This only unleashed more potential tickle attacks that Diluc would take care to avoid, but Childe's persistence grew more frequent over time to the point that Diluc constantly had to watch his back for even mundane things, like whenever the two would get dressed together in the morning. "Y'know, most people that actually aren't ticklish would just say so," Childe would often tease him and Diluc knew him to be right, but he could never bring himself to just say "no" because Diluc didn't even know if he was ticklish himself.

His train of thought was broken by the sudden presence hovering just above his stomach and he made the mistake of taking a glance in front of him. Although Childe's free hand still hung freely just a mere inch from its intended target, the way his fingers twitched sent a shiver down Diluc's spine, almost like they were antsy to finally make contact, and Diluc couldn't help but suck in his stomach, as if withdrawing by just the tiniest of space would save him.

"Uh-uh, none of that, now," Childe mused, using his fingers to trail up Diluc's stomach, dragging the white t-shirt up in the process. Diluc flinched at the sudden touch, feeling the cool air on his stomach that contrasted with the warmth of Childe's hand. Light grazes from his fingertips soon awakened the butterflies in Diluc's stomach and he couldn't help but shift in place with the way Childe teased at his navel, prompting Diluc to quickly bite at his cheek, forcing his mouth closed. These little reactions seemed to enrapture Childe and Diluc disliked the way his eyes twinkled more with each passing moment.

"Ticklish?" Childe giggled to himself, as if he already knew the answer. His fingers continued to drum at the sides of Diluc's navel, keeping the other on edge.

"Sh-Shut it," he managed to breathe, the corners of his mouth slowly upturning the longer Childe went on. His wrists strained under Childe's hold and a small whimper slipped past his lips as he waited in anticipation for the other to finally strike, feeling each motion become more pronounced. When he could no longer take it anymore, Diluc shut his eyes, bracing for the worst.

It never came, though.. at least, how he expected it would.

"HahHMMPH!!" An unsightly sound, one that Diluc would normally be embarrassed about, but it was a product of his best efforts to contain himself. The tummy teases simply acted as a diversion for Childe's true intentions, throwing Diluc off by targeting one of the vulnerable hips instead. Had his eyes stayed open, maybe he would've been able to better prepare himself for the surprise attack, but through gritting his teeth, he was able to at least stifle the flow of giggles, though, the way his hips swayed and jittered to Childe's insistent prodding seemed to amuse the other.

"Almost got you." The sing-songiness to his voice certainly didn't help with the current situation and certainly added to Diluc's struggles, much to his chagrin. His face continuously puffed with air with each jab and prod to the sensitive hips, a cycle that lacked any sort of end. 

"How long do you think till you'll break?"

He refused to answer that, partially to deny Childe the satisfaction of a strangled answer, partially because if Diluc so dared open his mouth now, there was a good chance he'd just combust into laughter. The only option, of course, was to shamefully turn his face into his arm, hoping that he could hold off till Childe started to grow bored, though that would require a miracle with how determined the harbinger could be.

The sudden release of his wrists subverted that notion, however, and for a brief moment, Diluc thought that finally Childe had decided to call it quits, only for his expectations to be flipped over once more and that extra hand to make its way over to the unoccupied hip, tag teaming alongside the other hand that had been teasing Diluc this whole time. The two hands at his hips were enough for the older man to sit up, bellowing out a shriek as he tried to stop the onslaught that Childe brought down on him, feeling every ounce of tickling from each squeeze and poke.

"There we go," Childe exclaimed smugly, fighting back Diluc's attempts to push him away, hands focusing on those hips. With each pinch came new bouts of ceaseless laughter that rang throughout the room.

"OKAY- OKAHAHAHAY! I-I'M TICKLIHIHISH!"

"Hmmm, I'm not sure I'm convinced yet," Childe teased, his voice laced with mischief. "I think we're gonna have to- oh!"

Diluc breathed faintly, heavy with each exhale, but with his wrists freed, it was no trouble at all grabbing both of the offending hands, holding them captive in front of him. He shot daggers at the other, to which Childe responded with a cheeky smile.

"Soooo, someone's ticklish," Childe said with a head tilt, as if he didn't just put Diluc through a brief moment of hell. 

"Yes, I am," Diluc responded flatly, loathing the triumphant look that Childe proudly displayed. "Now, I wonder if you might be the same." It was now Diluc's turn to smirk, watching as he wiped the smugness from Childe's face, the quick shift to a pitiful pout unmoving to him. "Surely, a harbinger wouldn't be a ticklish like me, right?"

"I- well, I-I don't know- W-Wahahait, Diluhuhuc! Nohoho! NohohHOHOHO!"

[smilingangel582]

Recently I've been playing genshin impact. Hehe so 😜 I wanna start with lee tighnari and ler cyno

Quite the cunning trap

Aether awkwardly glanced back at Tighnari, who suddenly sensed the equal sheepish sensation in the room. The forest ranger ran a hand through his face before groaning into it. Only Cyno seemed unfazed by all this as if he said something casual and appropriate.

Childe gave a confused smile, looking at Aether for a brief second "um... did he just tell me a joke?"

This was embarrassing

Tighnari met the traveller again just some time back only for him to invite both collei and cyno along with him to Liyue. Yet Collei had the urge to meet Amber and she declined it kindly. Nilou had too much in her hands, Alhaithem said he had to deal with cleaning duties that Kaveh forced him with, and thus, only the three of them came to Liyue for a change of pace.

The Windblume festival had already left a great impression on the forest ranger. He wanted to know if Liyue had anything specific in contradiction to mondstadt. The liuli pavilion is a better recommendation by paimon, and Tighnari already felt the excitement surging within him. He loved the civilised nation that had obligations worth considering, unlike mondtstad's unrestrained freedom.

Childe or Tartaglia, as he is known, had met them by coincidence, and Tignhari was shocked by this generous meal he paid for them all by himself. The man just said he was simply bored and had nothing better to do. Back to topic... Childe seemed to have quite the interest in them. He was a peculiar fellow as well and Tighnari realised he's somewhat a perky fellow like Kaveh, only much less immature ironically tk his alias.

The joke Cyno unexpectedly brought up had ruined their Impression with Tartaglia.

"Don't mind him. He thinks he's funny when he tells jokes," Tighnari faced palm and then glared at Cyno, who nonchalantly began to drink his tea. Aether silently drank as well and Paimon had no care in the world when she feasted on her lotus flower crisp.

Childe leans forward now smiling rather pleasantly, but also there was a glint of mischief. "So you don't like it when he jokes around?"

Tighnari twitched his ear in irritation. "Well, Mr. Tartaglia... I doubt you'd understand the immense patience I have to deal with his jokes and his detailed descriptions after the procedure"

Aether winced as if he remembered something painful. Childe chuckled in amusement. "I think they r funny... honestly, I'd like your friend to be a comedian for me"

Tighnari's whole world flipped when he heard thjs. He felt like he arrived at an alien dimension. Looking at the traveller who silently chomped his mora meat, he didn't want to explain the situation. Of course, the poor guy hadn't expected that either.

Cyno, on the other hand, widened his red orbs with mild hope, "y-you like them? Calx said this, too, but I know he was being polite..."

Exasperated Tignari pateonized, "Then what makes you think this situation is any different?"

As if it was plain obvious, Cyno shrugged. "He laughed..." Then Tighnari huffed, looking away as he drank his tea, seeing this charade as silly and pathetic "well I certainly didn't find anything amusing,"

Aether should've known Childe wasn't one to be at the sidelines. He had to interfere.

"Your friend is a tough cookie ain't he?"

"Absolutely" stoic faced Cyno agreed.

Tighnari didn't sense anything... thst was until Cyno had snuck a hand to poke his side, almost choking on his tea.

"But he is quite ticklish,"

Curious, Childe smirked attentively, "maybe he has another sense of humour that tickled his fancy?"

Aether was watching every face except Paimon's, who was still stuffing her face to notice anything much.

Cyno is still emotionless but determined to break tignari by further digging his fingers into the fennec's side. Squaking in surprise, Tighnari grabbed his wrists.

"Cyno! What are you...?"

Childe had already lunged at him, startling him instantly. Aether being surprised by this suddenly said, "Um guys...?"

Lunch was forgotten, and Tighnari regretted indirectly challenging them. He should’ve known better, but Childe was a different case.

. He was cornered by the two hyenas, an inexperienced mahamtra and an experienced harbinger. Tighnari squeaked when Childe grabbed his hips, something he cursed when he knew Childe won't leave them alone. Cyno gently wiggled his fingers around his stomach, and that was enough for tighnari to struggle helepelssy.

"N-no ehe -stop ihiht!"

"Aha! He giggled" Cyno said with enthusiasm " you can laugh Tighnari" he didn't know if Cyno meant it as a statement or an inquiry.

Childe grinned more interesedly now skittering his fingers high up his ribs. "My, my, my, you should guard your tongue... especially when you're as ticklish as the traveller here..."

Aether retorted "I am not!"

Cyno stopped -much to Tighnari's relief -upon hearing this factor. Aether realised the unleashed monster is already changing tactics. Tighnari giggled while Childe exposed most of his sensitive spots and Cyno lunging at Aether who tries ro escape his evil clutches.

"Is thst true? Traveler?"

"Like I'd tell you -noho!" He yelped a laugh when Cyno traced his bare side and tackling him to the carpeted floor. A new flow of laughter broke through and Childe smiled fondly looking down at a red faced forest ranger "what an exciting day... how about we get to know each other a little better?"

"No... ihihi ihihi rahahather nohot!" He snickered as Childe wiggled his fingers above his face, teasing him intensely, "Dohont!"

"Pardon me but are these real?" Tighanri felt Childe's nimble fingers caress his long ears. Suddenly shrieking, startling even Cyno and aether who were busy with their own time. Childe gave another smug grin as he now pinned both Tighnari's wrists to his chest and with a free hand he picked on the fluffy ears.

"Wow... They are real and sensitive" he said musedly. Tighnari blushed harder now shaking his head and whining with booming laughter "NOHOHO CUHUHUT IHIHIT OUUHUHUT CHIHIDILDE!"

Aether watching from a distance was belvedere by the naturally composed individual squealing so adorably. He was interrupted when he heard his own squeak. Cyno wasn't done.

"C-cyno... um c-can we... Ahhaha nononooohoho!" Aether falls onto a contagious laughing fit and eventually both of them were tired out and lunch was continued cold.

Cyno and Childe for the first time shared something and Tighnari felt this urge to jump off a mountain. He released jokes can be threats to him... so he should probably let Cyno be his serious jovial self.

"That was a fun lunch, right, my pawsome friend?" Childe grinned his blue eyes glistening like the child he is.

Cyno caught to this one, and with a soulful smile, he said, "Finally found a friend who gets me..."

Tighnari ran a hand through his face "what have we got ourselves into?" Aether gave a nervous smile, but he was happy, he didn't want to say it was a terrible day.

"Anyone up for desserts?" Paimon piped, but judging from the room, she realised,"What did Paimon miss?"