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Spa Treatment

Yall can thank @/ticklystuff for encouraging me to write this. I'm almost always in a lee!Aven mood but the new event really had me in a big one, and this scenario came up when he and I were talking about Aven headcannons. You can probably guess from the title.

Lee!Aventurine and Ratio is...there

Work Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Feet

“Really, Gambler, why must I accompany you every time you want to get a pedicure? Surely you can come here on your own…” Sighed a begrudging Ratio as Aventurine dragged him to his favorite spa for the third time this month. The Stoneheart was a regal man – he needed to keep his appearance in pristine condition, from his fancy clothes, to his well-kempt nails and hair, and that also includes his feet. 

“C’mon, Doctor, can’t a guy just want some company~?” The blond purred with a smile, squeezing the other’s hand as he led him into the building and checked in at reception, quickly being ushered to a secluded area of the spa where two empty chairs were already awaiting them – the deluxe suite.

The two of them sat down, the smaller making himself quite comfortable before he looked at Ratio, a teasing smile on his face as he rested his chin on his hand. “So, Doctor…” he started, glancing down at Ratio’s sandal-clad feet. “Care to finally join me this time?”

With a scoff, Veritas crossed his arms, and almost reflexively pulled his feet back; he made it clear that he would not be getting the same treatment as his IPC partner. “Why would I ever agree to that? Not all of us need to be pampered all day, unlike you.” There was a certain…tone to his voice. Maybe it was reluctance? No, it was almost…nervousness. Whatever it was, a faint pink blush crawled over the man’s face, Aventurine holding in an amused chuckle as he glanced at the technician who was approaching them.

“Alright, Doctor, if you say so~ But the offer is always on the table, my dear partner.” Ratio rolled his eyes but didn’t comment; perhaps he just didn’t want to entertain the idea that the other was proposing, or maybe there was another, more amusing reason. Ratio would be sure to shut down any funny ideas fools got from his lack of response, though.

The technician who was caring for the blond rolled over a cart of everything that was needed for the treatment: A soaking bin, the finest of paraffin waxes, pumice stones, and towels. He quickly got to work setting up the equipment, nervously trying to make small-talk with the man he’d served countless times before. “Hello, Mr. Aventurine, great to see you again! You know the drill by now, right? Go ahead and get yourself ready while I finish up here, please!”

Aventurine smiled kindly at the man and did as he was instructed, reaching down to slip off his blue-soled loafers one at a time, a small groan accompanying them as his feet were freed from the footwear. He set them aside before lifting his pant legs to undo his garters, tugging at his triangle-patterend dress socks, the thin, silky material slowly slipping off of his already-soft feet. Really, why did he find it necessary to come here so often? It’s clear that he takes care of himself enough to not come as often as he does. Perhaps he enjoys a certain aspect of the treatment…?

The Stoneheart placed his socks inside of his shoes and leaned back into the chair, reaching over to subtly grab Ratio’s hand as his head fell back, letting out a sigh of contentment. 

That contentment didn’t last for long, though, as his feet were swiftly grabbed by the man attending to him and warm, melted wax was poured slowly over his feet. The Gambler let out a choked sound as he felt the warm wax drip over the tops of his feet, sliding between his toes and under his arch. He spared a glance at Ratio, who already wore an amused grin, trying his best not to poke fun at the man sitting beside him. 

The man’s feet were wrapped in foil, letting them soak in the softening wax as the man prepared the next step of this ordeal. Yes, ordeal, at least that is what many people would say if they ever described the scene every time Aventurine stepped foot inside of the spa. Now, though, Aventurine let out a sigh, though it was more akin to relief than contentment.

“Having fun, Gambler?” Ratio teased with a smile, thumb rubbing circles over the back of his hand, the Gambler in question glaring at him like an angry kitten.

“Shut it. I don’t know why I expect it to be different every time…you’d think I’d have gotten used to it by now…” He muttered under his breath, head resting on his free hand, fingers rubbing circles into his temples.

Veritas, ever quick to tease with an explanation, began to do just that, knowing his input was not wanted in the slightest. “Well you do keep your feet quite soft, and it’s only natural that your nerves are always at an enhanced level of sensitivity thanks to how often you care for them. And although I am against gambling, I’d wager to say that you actually enjoy-”

He was met with a flick to his forehead, Aventurine’s glare returning with a bright blush creeping over his cheeks. “Shut it. I did not ask for your input.” He hissed.

Ratio could only hold in an amused chuckle as the technician returned after a few minutes, unwrapping Aventurine’s feet and wiping off the remaining wax with a soft cloth, even that eliciting a few jerks and stifling groans from the regal man, relief washing over him as his feet were placed in the warm, scented water.

That relief was short-lived, though; Aventurine watched as the man grabbed the pumice stone from the cart, already biting his lip to stifle the sounds he knew he'd elicit. His heart began to flutter as the man firmly gripped his right ankle, trying to hide an amused grin as he clearly knew what would happen, having done this to the Stoneheart countless times before. He quickly began scrubbing the stone over his supple heel, back and forth, left to right along the soft skin. Aventurine let out a choked sound almost immediately, sinking into his chair as the grasp he had on Ratio’s hand tightened drastically.

A high-pitched squeak came from him as the stone was moved to scrub over the bottom of his arch, that tender skin where the arch met the heel, and he quickly began to sputter out giggles like an old motor trying to start up. His jaw was clenched as a blush crept back over his cheeks, and soon his entire face was red with embarrassment and strain from holding in his laughter.

His toes curled and splayed, his feet twitched, waving back and forth as he involuntarily tried to evade the textured stone. His leg tried to pull back, though the man’s grip kept it completely still. As the stone began rapidly scrubbing over the tender ball of his foot and pads of his toes, the dam came crashing down. The blushing blond let out a shrill scream before slamming a hand over his mouth and dissolving into helpless muffled giggling, squirming in his chair as his eyes slammed shut, tears of mirth threatening to fall at the corners of his eyes. He slowly lost the fight to not kick or scream from the ticklish sensations scouring over his hypersensitive foot, all thanks to that wax that softened his feet and made every nerve stand on edge.

Cackles and giggles poured out of his mouth and through his hand, hair flying back and forth as he shook his head and gripped the arm of the chair with one hand and squeezed Ratio’s hand even tighter with the other. “RAhaHAhAToOOhOHO! HAhAHAhaHAHa! STOhOHoHP LAHaHAUGhIHiHING- nonoNONoOHOhOHoHO!”

Veritas was indeed laughing, covering his mouth with a fist as he let out amused chuckles. But his eyes held a fondness that was held only for Aventurine, enthralled at the sound of his pure, unrestrained laughter – a sound he rarely got to experience outside of their visits to the spa. His amused chuckles slowly died down as a fond and amused smile replaced them. 

“I’m not sure what you want me to do, Gambler. You know what you’re getting yourself into every time. He’s not even done with your right foot yet…and he’s still got the entire left to do.” He teased, squeezing Aventurine’s hand and thumbing over the back of it once again. But he was right, the Stoneheart had quite a while to go until his spa treatment was over…

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RAHHH GET HIM 💪

also those hands...👀

My hands + Chibi's thighs and hips. No question, just an ominous statement 😌

Finally I got some time to doodle~

And chibi really didn't stand a chance~✨️

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In Another Life... I would still tickle you!

Honkai: Star Rail - Phainon x Mydei

A/N: Sezzie made a long fic! I am so proud of myself! I did a lot of research into human interactions and wanted to try and level up a little! I hope everyone enjoys! Criticism is most welcome!

Summary: Modern AU. Phainon has been eyeing up someone lately... who knew they would end up in an interesting situation a few weeks later...

Thank you to @ppystkposts and @keru0 for your help and feedback owo

Word Count: 2822

AO3 Link

Phainon peered over the book he was reading. Well, trying to read. He was distracted by the most attractive man he has ever seen in his life. Beneath that white button-up shirt was a hulking body, he could tell by the way his arms stretched the sleeves. Messy blond hair lazily tied up in a short ponytail, sharp yellow eyes staring right at him, piercing through his heart.

Wait…

Phainon’s eyes widened and he blushed profusely as his ogling had caught this guy's attention. He hid his face behind the book he was pretending to read, clutching it tightly as if it’s his lifesaver right now and biting back an embarrassed giggle. Part of him was thrilled he got caught, should he glance back?

He tries to steal another glance again slowly and notices the guy has stopped staring back. He feels a little sad but decides that's enough ‘studying’ for today. He debates talking to him, but ultimately decides to leave in a hurry.

Later in the week, he confesses to his friends the occurrence that has had him on edge so much lately.

“You’re joking? That’s Mydei, he is one of the top sports science students!” Tribbie explained in disbelief.

“You certainly got his attention, I heard he can be a little rough around the edges sometimes.” Aglaea smirks as Phainon sinks lower in his seat.

“Come on… I couldn’t help it… I zoned out and next thing I knew he was looking my way!”

“Yeah right, ‘zoned out’ huh? You were just eyeing that body. I bet…” 

The three sat at the same library table gossiping quietly.

“What if he comes in today? Or worse… he is already here and listening to us form nearby!?”

“If he is, then he should know that Phainon is just a giant puppy and doesn’t mean any harm~” Tribbie says out loud, Phainon dives under the table as the girls giggle.

Alas, no Mydei showed up today.

It would be another few weeks before Phainon saw him again, this time later in the day, and unfortunately it was only the two of them in the library. He looks around, wondering if there is anyone else besides the grumpy old clerk who always gives him dirty looks. Resigning himself to his fate, he decides to try and make up some excuse to go into the same aisle as him. He has no use for sports med… or does he? He supposes there is no harm in wanting to learn about some muscle training for his own sake.

Mydei is deep in a book when Phainon saunters into the aisle. No reaction from him yet, good good, Phainon thinks to himself.

He eyes the spines of the books until he sees one with ‘muscle’ in the title and reaches for it, but unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, Mydei reaches for it too.

“Pff… haha~ This feels like one of those movies where the protagonists meet!” Phainon jokes aloud, hoping to diffuse the awkwardness and his own nerves bubbling in his chest.

“Hmph, I thought you were in the history class? What do you need a sports med book for, hm?” Mydei’s voice was gruff, but the tone of the question was gentle and teasing, it made Phainon’s heart somersault. This guy was actually talking to him.

“Uh… I actually was looking for some sort of advice or guide so I just… wanted to search… honest!”

It was somewhat true, but he realised how pathetic of an excuse that sounded like. He sighs, the awkwardness is back. “Hey uh… actually, I wanted to apologise… for a few weeks ago… sorry I was staring at you…”

The blond man thinks for a moment, then seems to remember. “Oh, that. Don’t worry about it, I am used to it…” He seems slightly somber in his admission.

Phainon pouts a little, “Used to it? Is that… a good or bad ‘used to it’?”

“A little annoying, I must admit.”

Panic arises in his chest, Phainon feels the guilt surfacing. “S-Sorry… I uh, look, I need to confess… that you are one of the most a-attractive guys I-I have ever seen in my life and I will leave you with that. No more ogling I promise… and-!”

It was Mydei’s turn to feel embarrassed, his eyes widened slightly and his cheeks turned a little pink. He looks away and fidgets with a button on his shirt as if it was a problem that needed his attention. “Oh… th-thanks?” He squirmed, only looking up at the white haired man occasionally.

“What’s this? Are you… secretly a huge softie inside?” He couldn’t help but tease him, causing him to stammer and become more flustered.

“N-No! It's just… Caught me off guard! Don’t say weird things like that to strangers, they will get the wrong idea.” Mydei continues to avoid eye contact and huffs, grabbing the book Phainon was reaching for and handing it to him. “Here… I don’t need it.”

Phainon giggled quietly, this was certainly an individual worth getting to know.

He plays their encounter over and over again in his head when he returns to his dorm room, burying his face into a pillow and rolling around on the bed.

“You look like a high school girl in love.” Tribbie teases, having come over after Phainon spammed her with angsty text messages.

“I am not!”

“A crush then?”

“Hmph… so what if I have a crush on this guy?”

“Go to the library again and see if he will be there! Ask him to hang out or on a date!”

“Noooo!”

Tribbie sighs, “Alright, then I will tell him. The sports classes are in the building next to mine, I am sure I will find him~”

“No! Please don’t!”

“Ohhh~ What if he finds out… you like tickling?” The smirk that spreads across her face could kill a man. Phainon turns bright red in response and cannot even respond, his brain feels like it just short circuited.

“Haha! Aww Snowy~ Sorry… was that a little too far? I mean, there’s nothing wrong with it but… I am sure he would have an open mind!”

“Nope… nuh uh… no way! He… I am not bringing that up with him!”

Tribbie giggles, knowing her dear friend does have a little thing for tickling. She finds it adorable, while Phainon thinks it's embarrassing. Of course, the thoughts and ideas are already rushing through. “Save me… Lady Tribbie!”

“I could just tell him for you?”

“No!”

“What if we ask him to hang out with our group?”

“No!!”

“C’mon Snowy, don’t be like that~”

Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

The opportunity to see Mydei again came sooner than he expected. He trudges back to his dorm late one afternoon, his brain feels like mush from the upcoming assignment he needs to complete. Without thinking, he lazily enters his dorm room and kicks off his shoes, then begins to remove his jacket and shirt.

“Anaxa, I am ba-”

Mydei is in his dorm room.

…Mydei is in his dorm room.

Mydei is in his dorm room!

Phainon freezes, still flashing Mydei. He slowly turns bright red and pushes his shirt back down.

The blond’s face is equally surprised and red, unsure whether to stare or look away his eyes continue to dart between Phainon’s face and stomach, “Um… Anaxa tutors me…” He manages to squeak out.

“Oh, you two have met?” The smaller man emerges from his room with some books in hand, looking confused between Phainon and Mydei.

“You could have texted me… I just walked in and started undressing like I normally do!” Phainon complains, pouting at his roommate like a child. Anaxa notices that Mydei is looking rather flustered and trying to find something else to focus on, fidgeting in his seat.

“Maybe you should stop being so shameless? I live here too, you know.” He sits himself down opposite to Mydei, actively ignoring the tension between them. “Don’t mind him, just wait until he shows you what ridiculous fashion he wears when not in public.”

Oh, Phainon was going to kill him. “At least I don’t wear adorable dinosaur onesies and eat dinosaur crackers!”

Anaxa sputters and throws the textbooks he was holding at Phainon, “D-Don’t say that! It’s not true!” The pout on his face and rosy cheeks look adorable, even Mydei chuckles through the initial awkwardness that was in the room.

“Not something I expected one of our top students to be into. Now I need to see photos.”

“No! No you do NOT!” 

Phainon giggles triumphantly and retreats to his room to complete his own study while Anaxa and Mydei stay in the living area. Though he finds himself too distracted by eavesdropping instead of completing his own assignment. By the sounds of things, Mydei struggles with the mathematics components of his courses and Anaxa assists him. It’s kind of cute, he thinks to himself.

He lays his head on his desk, clicking a pen rapidly and bouncing his knee. He wants to join them but doesn’t know how. 

He’s so attractive, I just want to stare at him… oh but that's weird and he doesn’t like that… ugh, what if he hates me?

No no, Phainon. You have a great personality and body too! He might like you!

He continues to think and murmur to himself, only to be snapped out of his thoughts by Mydei appearing in his doorway. His head whips upright and he stares wide eyed, unable to get a word out.

“I… finished my study.” Mydei leans against the door frame as if he is waiting for something. Phainon can’t help but chuckle.

“Come in… I don’t mind.”

“What are you working on?” The blond heads to Phainon’s bed, lazily draping himself over it and picking up a random object to toss around while he chats.

“Supposed to be my history assignment, but I got distracted… I was listening more to Anaxa teaching you math.” He grins.

Mydei scowls and huffs, “Hmph… everyone has their weaknesses! Mine just happens to be math…” He avoids Phainon’s gaze, pulling at a loose thread on his bedsheet.

Weakness… that word rings in Phainon’s head and he can’t help his mind just immediately thinks about tickling… Every. Single. Time. He doesn’t realise he hasn’t answered and his cheeks have turned red.

“Are you okay? You look flushed, are you sick?” Mydei sounds concerned.

“U-Uh no no no! I-I am fine… just thinking about something else, sorry~” Phainon tries to brush it off with a wave of his hand but Mydei only raises an eyebrow of disbelief in response.

The two are cut off by Anaxa standing in the door, “I am going out to get dinner, you’re welcome to stay, Mydei.” He smirks, “Oh and Phainon was probably thinking about his secret when you mentioned weaknesses.”

“YOU-!” Phainon squeaks out as Anaxa laughs maniacally and leaves the dorm room. The white haired man can only sit there and stare at the floor, his face slowly turning more red.

“You got a weakness, huh?” Mydei smirks, amused by this new revelation and Phainon’s reaction to being teased. He has to admit, he is slightly curious.

“Don’t listen to him, he is just… weird. No weaknesses, nope.”

“Are you sure?”

“Very sure… stop smiling at me!” Phainon got up from his chair to grab a pillow from his bed and whack Mydei with it, only for the other to pull him down onto the bed with him. Mydei was strong than Phainon imagined, swiftly pulling him and wrapping his head into a gentle headlock and ruffling his hair.

“Ack! You’re such a brute!”

“Something tells me you enjoy this, I know you were staring at these amazing pecs the other day.”

Phainon blushed heavily again, sputtering and smacking him more, “N-No! I-I mean I was but… pff… you got all embarrassed when I called you attractive!”

“No, we are not talking about my weaknesses right now, we are talking about yours. So care to enlighten me?”

“N-No!”

Unsure what else to do, Mydei pokes and prods Phainon’s cheek, ruffles his hair some more and gives him some playful squeezes. This causes him to laugh and squirm beneath him, trying to free himself.

“Oaf! Brute! Muscle pig!”

“Tsk, some insults you have there…” Mydei responds by prodding his side gently with his index and middle finger, expecting it to hurt just a little, instead, Phainon shrieks loudly and swats his hand away. His flustered response does not go unnoticed.

“Stahap! D-Don’t even think about it!” Phainon buries his face into his pillow after trying to smack his attacker with it.

Oh. 

Now Mydei understands.

He brings his hand to Phainon’s side and with more direct intent, he lightly claws at the sensitive spot, bringing out the more desired reaction.

The white haired man giggles and yells immediately, kicking his legs behind him and trying to get a grip on the bed to push himself away from Mydei’s ticklish touch.

“Ahahahaha!! N-Nohohohoho no no this i-is not hahahapening!”

“What’s the matter? Ticklish? Is this your little weakness huh?”

“Gahh!! Don’t talk like thahahahat!”

“What? Teasing you? Like the little baby you are? Hm?” Mydei finds himself grinning like an idiot, something about watching this guy squirm and laugh beneath him makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside. It takes some effort to roll him over onto his back, but the sight of Phainon’s red face and shirt scrunched up slightly, revealing his equally impressive abs stirs Mydei even more.

He can’t help but want to touch them, and what better way than to continue tickling him?

“AHHH! HehehehehehEHEHEHEEEKK!” Phainon makes little effort to actually stop the soft clawing of his stomach, he is over the moon right now. The tickling sending a pleasant tingle through his body. He is far too embarrassed to open his eyes though.

Mydei is using the opportunity to secretly test Phainon’s abs. They were pretty solid, he could tell he works out and wonders if he should invite him for a session together sometime at the campus gym. Wait, is he planning a date or something?

“GOD MYDEI Plehehehehehease!!”

His thoughts are broken by a loud laugh from his poor victim, he forgot he was tickling him still.

“Oops, time for a new spot?”

“N-No wahahahait!! AHHH!!”

Mydei’s fingers dive for his armpits, softly trying to dig their way under, making Phainon writhe and arch away.

“GEHEHEHE!!! Nohohohohho!!! W-Waahahahahahahaait!!!”

“Wait for what, hm?” He slows his tickling enough to allow Phainon to speak up, instead he only whines when he stops. Damnit, that was cute.

“Seems you want me to keep going?”

“W-What!? N-No… not a-at all!” Phainon avoids his gaze, unable to hide how disheveled he is now.

Mydei chuckles, the deep, raspy sound sending a little shiver through the white haired man's body. “I don’t mind this… little game? Do you like being tickled or something? It’s not weird, everyone has their quirks.”

“I-I…” Phainon can only squeak out a noise in response.

“You…?” Mydei smiles softly, a little tease in his voice.

Phainon closes his eyes and nods, feeling a little shame.

Mydei removes himself from atop his waist, he then grabs his hips and swiftly flips him over onto his stomach.

“Ah!”

“Here, so you can scream into your pillow while I tickle you to death.”

Wait a second…

“WAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Mydei laughs to himself as Phainon screeches. He switched to softly scribbling the back of his thighs and knees. All the poor man could do was kick wildly and grip the pillow he now buried his face in. 

“MYYDEHEHEHEHEHEEEII!!”

The ticklish sensations shot through Phainon’s body, he never even knew he was ticklish here. When Mydei started kneading his legs softly it just made it ten times worse.

“STAHAAHHAAAP!! NOOOOHOHOHOHOO!”

“Aww come on, it seems like you’re enjoying this.”

“NOOO!”

Phainon didn’t want to admit it, but being tickled felt great, doubly so since it was this new attractive guy he had been eyeing for weeks.

Both of them are soon interrupted by the sound of the door opening and closing out in the living area. Despite knowing they were 100% heard, they both quickly sat up and tried to act nonchalant. Mydei dived for the desk chair across the room while Phainon could only remain frozen and flustered on the bed.

“Hm..” Anaxa huffed as he approached the bedroom door with bags of food.

“D-Do you need some help?” Mydei offered.

“No… you can go back to torturing Phainon, it was amusing to listen to.” A wicked grin flashed across his face as Mydei and Phainon both turned bright red and sputtered nonsense.

“Y-You…. You stupid… annoying…. Mean roommate! Y-You’re a green mint ice cream!!”

Anaxa’s maniacal laugh filled the dorm room at the terrible insults emitting from Phainon, next time, he will be sure to secretly record them.

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I GOT HIM

I totally forgot abt his lightcone so i didnt get enough mats to max him but hes almost there 💪

ngl I'm scared my luck has ran out

only 220 wishes/passes and managed to get Mydei to E2S1 and E0 Huohuo...but let's go for 8 wins in a row!!! Anaxa here I come

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Upcoming idea but I need to chose a lee

Who should it be. The ler will be Mochii btw~

You are ALSO allowed to drop another character suggestion in my ask box ♡✨️

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The Almighty My-Lee

Warnings: Tickling, swearing

Characters: Lee!Mydei/Ler!Phainon (ft. Anaxa briefly)

My-lee… get it? Instead of Mydei? Hehe 😝

Anyway these two are HOT af and I hope Anaxa fits in well with them 🥰

I’m sorry it’s short, I’ve never been good at writing long tickle fics :(

“C’mon Mydei… just a little smile~”

Phainon teased as he perched atop his muscular friend, his fingers skittering up and down his exposed sides. The lion laid beneath him, biting his lip so hard it would come close to bleeding. But the stubborn Mydei was not willing to give Phainon what he wanted.

“F-Fuck…. O-off….”

“Mydei~” The white haired man sang, testing the sensitivity of his abs.

“Grr… fuck… pff…” Mydei was still refusing to give in. The ticklish sensations were unbearable, coursing through his body and making him squirm. How could he get like this? He was the powerful Mydeimos, a King, a legend, a… very ticklish person.

“Gahaha!” Oh no, a giggle slipped out as he felt the Deliverer’s fingers brush a soft spot along his flanks. His face flushed red as he looked up at Phainon, hoping he somehow didn’t hear that.

Instead, that bastard has the biggest shit-eating smirk he’s ever seen on his face in his life.

Well, shit.

“N-No no-no NOHOHOHOOO!!!” Having found the sweet spot, Phainon’s fingers focus their attention on the soft flesh below Mydei’s ribs. He can feel the muscles quiver beneath his fingers as the blond squirms and laughs.

“Awww Mydei~ Are you ticklish here? Hmm?”

“GAHAHAHAHA FUHUHUCK OOF HAHA!”

The lion roared, his raspy laugh filling the room and bouncing off the tile walls. He was sure someone was able to hear him but he couldn’t stop it.

“Coochie Coochie coo~” That damn Deliverer… not the baby talk.

“I-I HAHAHAHATE YOOU!”

“You always call me the Deliverer… you know what it means? Deliverer of tickles of course!” Phainon chuckles to himself as Mydei laughs harder and his face becomes more flushed from the teasing.

His fingers were driving him insane, hyper focusing on that one soft spot. He had to end this… but unfortunately, a nuisance third party had helped Phainon with restraining him.

“Go easy on him, Phainon. You know he will get you back ten times worse.” Anaxa was quietly observing in the corner, nose in a tome he found. He had helped Phainon by using tree roots to restrain Mydei’s arms, but he could feel the pull on them from the strength the blond exhibited. It was only a matter of time before he broke them.

“Oh he’s too ticklish for revenge~ I won’t go down without a fight!”

The white haired man shifted his attention to testing other spots on the man’s torso now that his walls were down.

“HEHEHHAHAHAHAAH!! STAHAHAP!” Armpits? Good reaction, more squirming.

“PHAINOHOHOHON!” Ribs? Pretty decent.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! STAAAHP!” His abs? Excellent reaction, more laughing.

“Hehe~ Look how adorable he is, Anaxa get my teleslate for me!”

“D-Don’t you fucking dare!” Mydei panted knowing Phainon would have no issues recording this moment.

“I am not getting anymore involved than I already am. Good luck.” The scholar left the room, letting the roots of the tree fade away from around Mydei’s arms.

Phainon’s widened for a moment.

“Uh…”

“Huh…”

“Hmph, how about a sparring match, Deliverer?”

Mydei’s devilish grin was enough to make Phainon’s stomach drop and his heart race at the same time.

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Bit of an odd ask from Sezzie today! 🫣

My best friend has unfortunately fallen on some hard times and needs a tiny bit of help with catching up on some payments!

Would appreciate any help, even just $5! He’s a dear friend to me and I wish I could afford to bring him over to my country for a better life…

Here is his link for GoFundMe if anyone wants to help https://gofund.me/5d9c2f6f ❤️

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Party of 5 for 2

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZHONGLI I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BUT WHY DOES YOUR BIRTHDAY HAVE TO BE DURING THE BUSIEST TIME OF THE YEAR

summary: zhongli just wants ajax for his birthday

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"Xiansheng, please!"

"I don't see the problem. I'm happy to just have you."

"NO!"

He couldn't resist the chuckle as the scowl on Ajax's freckled face grew more distraught, frustrated as Zhongli continued to tease him along. "It's simply because I've lived a long life by now, Ajax," Zhongli explained amusedly, though this did nothing to temper the other's reactions. "At this point, there's nothing I'd be happier to have for my birthday than my lov-"

"No- No! Stop saying that!" Ajax huffed, interrupting Zhongli yet again, his body fidgeting impatiently from where it straddled Zhongli's waist on the shared mattress. "It doesn't work like that, Xiansheng!"

"Why not?"

"It just- It just doesn't, okay?" Ajax's cheeks puffed, face flustered in a way that Zhongli has never experienced before. "You can't just- I mean, that doesn't even make sense as a birthday present."

"It does to me, though?" Zhongli tilted his head against the pillow, feigning ignorance to keep himself entertained, but there was some truth to his words. Six thousand years was enough for any man to collect any gift under the sun, after all.

But new experiences with someone new... now that was novel and exciting.

"No.." There was the sound of a groan as Ajax placed his hands to his face frustratedly, before sweeping them upwards to brush his bangs back, meeting Zhongli's gaze with determination. "I want to get you something," his finger landed pointedly on Zhongli's chest. "Maybe like a tea set, or something. Anything. It's only fair."

Zhongli paused, before smiling. "I would like my lover, Ajax."

"Ugh, no! How about a fancy party?"

"A fancy party.. for just the two of us perhaps." Zhongli laughed as Ajax inhaled frustratedly, balling his fists in the air.

"Stubborn old man," he muttered with dramatic exhale. "Okay, fine, fine, I'll give what you want, but you should know there are.. many sides to me."

"Oh? Do tell."

"Well first, there's me, Ajax!" he held up one finger before pointing to himself, eyes squinting with the biggest grin. "Cutest boy to ever grace Snezhnaya, of course."

"Mmmm," Zhongli nodded, processing his thoughts. "In the present, yes, but I have lived over six thousand years by now and have had the pleasure to meet.. many people. Don't you think that before meeting you, it's possible I might have met someone else that is, hmmm, even cu-"

"Zhongli, don't."

"Alright."

"Second," Ajax held up two fingers this time, "there's Childe, also me! The handsome and irresistibly charming Snezhnayan diplomat that everyone falls head over heels for instantly, even the geo archon himself!"

That never happened, but Zhongli nodded along anyway.

"And third," Ajax held up three fingers, "there's Tartaglia, another me! Strongest weapon of the Tsaritsa and number eleven of the Fatui Harbingers, feared by all on the battlefield!"

Strongest harbinger, yet only number eleven? "Very impressive," Zhongli's voice betrayed his own thoughts.

"Thanks!" Childe beamed proudly, before getting back to business. "And do you know what's the fourth?"

Zhongli blinked, thrown off by the fact there was more. "You need four names?"

"Xiansheng, that's the not point," Ajax rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, "but c'mon, aren't you curious who the fourth might be?"

"Errr.." Zhongli was sure the cogs were visibly turning his head, perplexed by this new reveal of information. Had he potentially missed something during their usual chats..? No, no, six thousand years is more than enough to time to learn yourself well and Zhongli was absolutely sure such an important detail would not simply fly by him so easily. A fourth name..

"I can give you a hint, if you'd like."

And had Zhongli been his warier self, he would've caught the little glint present in Ajax's eyes, yet the older man found himself so caught up in learning this new layer potentially unknown to him that his earnest interest proved to be his downfall, Zhongli's own eyes finally widening in realization once finger taps drummed along his sides.

Zhongli already knew this side of Ajax.. too well.

"W-Wait, a-ahahahaha!"

"Have you figured it out, Xiansheng?" Childe's eyes never left Zhongli's, even while speaking, observing as Zhongli's expression morphed from shock to that of a giggly fit.

"Y-Yehehes! Y-You dohon't need to do thihihis!" Zhongli managed between snorts, crumbling in only a few seconds. His hands pushed frantically at Ajax's own, but Zhongli was fighting a war lost many times before, the usual tactics employed against him. Just as one hand would tease his stomach, the other would poke at his rib cage, followed by a gentle squeeze to his side, sequenced one after the other to draw out the little squeals of laughter both have grown familiar with.

"No, no, Xiansheng," Childe chided him, expertly pressing his thumbs into the underside of his ribs to apply just the right amount of pressure for breathy wheezes, "you wanted me for you birthday.. and the tickle monster is also me."

The tickle monster — the one being that never failed to bring a smile to Zhongli's face, even on the most stressful of days, always there to brighten both their days in the simplest of ways.

Zhongli really should have just gone with the tea set.

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How curious.. @wertzunge

Santa asked me to send you a message, anyway, here it goes

"нононО~

Hi, this is Santa Claus!

Since you have been such a well behaved kid, I decided to give you a wonderful

present this year!

You have a special friend that love you just so much, they personally asked me for a

handmade gift ♡

Thank you for being a good person!

Merry Christmas!

XOXO, Santa."

(Max, contact me for a better quality!)

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How curious.. @eliankrios

Santa asked me to send you a message, anyway, here it goes

"нононО~

Hi, this is Santa Claus!

Since you have been such a well behaved kid, I decided to give you a wonderful

present this year!

You have a special friend that love you just so much, they personally asked me for a

handmade gift

Thank you for being a good person!

Merry Christmas!

XOXO, Santa."

(Elian, contact me for a better quality!)

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A reminder to everyone with the nsfw/sfw stuff going around once more

It is not your job to police the entire fucking internet and also, you physically cannot do that

Put DNI/DNF's on your blog if you feel like it. State that you don't want minors following you, tag things appropriately, put warnings before a "read more", go through and block certain people. Go ham with all of that

But at the end of the day, that is all you can do. A lot of us have the story of being a kid and seeing stuff they didn't want to see on the internet/being exposed to nsfw stuff early on internet-wise. And a lot of us were purposefully seeking that out, too. If somebody wants to access certain content online, there is very little you can do to actually stop them. All you can do is trust that they are respecting your rules

I completely understand not wanting minors to see your content, that makes sense. But do not be losing your shit at minors for accessing your content. Block them and move on. You're the adult, act like the adult

Additionally, if you're a minor? DO NOT FEEL THE NEED TO PUT YOUR AGE ON YOUR BIO. This is the internet, this is not a safe space, nowhere online is inherently a safe space. I understand not wanting creeps to interact with you, but internet safety is so important. If you want to, that is your prerogative, but we have to stop advertising this as the method to use. Stop telling minors to put their age up, this puts you at a huge risk online. Instead, if you're a minor, just respect other people's DNI/DNF's and do your best to stay out of that corner of the internet

Finally, we can tag things as SFW and NSFW all we want, but it is important to note two important truths: in every space online, there is going to be a blend of SFW and NSFW stuff, no matter how hard you try to avoid it--this is the internet, it is not a safe space. And two: You cannot control what other people look at. People are going to see what they are going to see. The best we can do is try our very best to make that kind of content very difficult to access

Most importantly, we are all human beings. Please treat everyone as human beings. It's fine to have SFW tickling content. It's fine to have NSFW tickling content. It is fine and possible, despite contrary belief, to have both

Minor, adult, everyone, just do your best to respect other people's preferences and boundaries and we can all get along okay

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who wants to make a tkl version of this

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HES SO PRETTYYY

get his ass kaveh!!!

Finished sketch commission for @xsezzie ! ! !

HaiKaveh modern AU from Kaveh's POV... 👀 Alhaitham's gonna get got in a sec...

Thank you for the support! q q It was a pleasure drawing for you!!

MINORS DNI

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12-Nov?

a/n: IT'S THEIR ANNIVERSARY

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"Zhongli, w-wait! Let's talk about this!"

Ajax loves Zhongli, he swears! He loves starting every morning waking up beside Zhongli, loves the way Zhongli's body curls into him at the crack of dawn, loves the touch of Zhongli's skin against his lips as he kisses him awake. He loves the intertwining scents of Zhongli's tea mixing with his morning coffee that fills the little kitchen, loves admiring the precision of his chopsticks at work as he finishes the breakfast Ajax prepared, loves the saccharine feeling that creeps into his head the moment Zhongli's voice begins to ramble.

"A-Ah!" A cracked squeal rang through the room as Ajax was tossed onto the mattress straight out of Zhongli's arms, stunning him for a brief second, only for his senses to snap back to him, gulping nervously as Zhongli towered over from the end of the bed, the smallest he's ever felt under his judgmental gaze.

Ajax loves Zhongli, he swears! He loves Zhongli's smile when Ajax brings his favorite snacks, loves the subtle sparkle in his eyes when Ajax recalls specific Liyue history, loves the way Zhongli will entertain his sparring requests. He loves the endless amount of knowledge stored in Zhongli's pretty head as the two peruse the stalls of Liyue's markets, loves getting to see Zhongli again at the end of a tired work day, loves the genuine elation on Zhongli's face when their anniversary rolls around—

Ah, well, about that...

"I- pfft—!" His red cheeks puffed comically, the curious hand having made its presence against the thin white shirt. Ajax trembled under its touch, feeling the little taps that tested the surface, crafting the next course of action, knowing full well what was to come. "X-Xiansheng, wait, wait!" Bouts of panicked giggles slipped through his mouth as Zhongli's fingers drummed methodically, steadily increasing in frequency as if toying with him and his impotency. "I-I'm sohohohorry! Xiahahansheheheng!"

Ajaz loves Zhongli, he swears, he swears, heswearsheswearsheswears—!

"A-Ah! AhahahaHAHAhaha! No— no! NohoHO! ZhohonglihiHIHIHI!"

"For someone at the peak of their youth, you do seem to have trouble remembering important dates," Zhongli tutted, not that Ajax possessed the bandwidth to comprehend the other's words in the moment, preoccupied with the hands that incessantly squeezed at his sides in sharp precise manner with the specific purpose to drive Ajax up the wall, ungodly squeals of laughter and pleas filling the room. "But rest assured, I doubt you will forget next time."

Because Zhongli loves Ajax, he promises. He loves starting every morning waking up next to Ajax, loves curling into Ajax's body at the crack of dawn, loves the touch of his lips against his skin as Ajax kisses him awake. He loves the intertwining scents of Ajax's coffee mixing with his morning tea that fills the little kitchen, loves watching Ajax prepare breakfast for two, loves the little smiles that Ajax gives him during his rambles.

Becuase Zhongli loves Ajax, he promises. He loves when Ajax remembers his favorite snacks, loves when Ajax remembers specific details about Liyue's history, loves when Ajax remembers certain sparring techniques that Zhongli has taught him in the past. He loves when Ajax remembers the specific stalls Zhongli likes to peruse, loves when Ajax remembers to stay late for him during a tired work day..

And Zhongli loves Ajax, even when he has to remind him of their anniversary.

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morning kisses

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Day 21: Singing (F#4)

a/n: day 21 (singing) — from the lovelytickletober list!

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"Is everything alright, love?"

Gepard whipped around at the curiosity of the sudden voice, quickly clamping a hand over his own mouth. Leaning against the frame of the door was none other than Sampo himself, an intrigued grin crossing his face that only grew when Gepard promptly hid the sheets of paper in hand behind his back. How?! How did Sampo always manage to sneak up on him at the worst times?!

"W-When did you get home?" Gepard stumbled through his words, losing composure with each syllable. How much did he hear?

"Geppie, geppie," Sampo tutted, striding forward to meet Gepard, "that's a strange way to welcome someone home."

"Well, I-I was busy and— well, you're bothering me!"

Sampo tilted his head and pursed his lips in mock thought. "My apologies if I cut your demon summoning ritual short."

Oh no.

He did hear everything.

Without a second thought, Gepard made a dash for the door, the room stuffy with his shame, only to cry out in protest when Sampo hooked an arm around his waist, dragging him back to the center of the room.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I'm just teasing!" Gepard didn't buy the reassurance. "Your voice is beautiful love, I promise!"

"To who?!"

"Me, of course."

"And?"

"Maybe dead people?"

"Sampo!"

"Joking, I'm joking!" Sampo brought up his hands in self-defence once Gepard attempted to slap himself away from the other. "Okay, okay, I'm actually a pretty good singer myself. I can help you!"

The scoff and eyeroll from Gepard was natural at this point. "Yeah, I don't believe that."

"No, it's true!" And before Gepard could walk off, a most heavenly tune filled the room, stopping Gepard in his tracks. It was rich and deep, smooth to the ears, yet still kept the familiar Sampo tone. Gepard's mouth held slightly agape as he listened to Sampo hit all the notes, as if the musical score was in front of him and not in Gepard's hands. Somehow he was able to perfectly recreate the piece from ear just from Gepard's earlier.. rendition.

"I — wow," was all Gepard could muster once Sampo came to a finish.

"See?" Sampo smirked, bringing a proud hand to his chest. "I'm a man of many talents, if I do say so myself."

"I- can you, uh," this was a bit awkward now that Gepard didn't initially believe him, "can you help with.. singing... please?"

Gepard's face went bright red at the laugh Sampo gave him. "Geppie, geppie, I wouldn't be the best boyfriend in the world if I said no! But let's start with the basics, like your posture! Chin up, back straight, and shoulders back."

Doing as he was told, Gepard stood wit his back taut, facing Sampo like a trainee soldier for Belobog's military, except it was for singing for Aeon's sake — this whole thing was just silly.

"Good, good," Sampo walked around, circling the blond. "Now, try singing the same tune."

He inhaled and opened his mouth to sing and from the corner of his eye, Sampo covered his own mouth, but Gepard did his best to ignore that.

"Err, well, congrats love, you managed to miss every note!" It took every ounce of effort for Gepard not to bolt out of the room then and there. "But I think that was a bit better than before! Perhaps we should work on hitting the higher notes. Puff your chest for me!"

"I don't think I have the range for that," Gepard sighed without even attempting, resigning himself to an early defeat.

"No, no! I know you can! Trust me, I know!"

"I really can't— A-Ahaha! W-Whahahat're you dohohoing?!"

"Showing you that you can, love."

Gepard didn't like that, he didn't like it one bit, but the realization had come too late. Sampo's fingers were already working over his body, squeezing into his sides and ribs. Despite the multiple layers of clothing covering his body, it was like Sampo was making direct contact with skin, sparking Gepard's nerves with staccato pokes.

"Sahahampohoho! Stahahahap!"

"Not until I help you hit those high notes," Sampo said gleefully, holding Gepard tight as the blond squirmed in his grip.

"I-I cahahahan't! Hahahaha!"

"Perhaps a little push is needed, then."

And just like that, Gepard's laughter crescendoed as Sampo's hands exlored upwards, sneaking into the crevice of his underarms, turning the boyish giggles into heavy belts of hysterical laughter, pushing Gepard's voice beyond what he thought he was capable of.

"NOHOHOHO! GAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEASE!"

"Ah, there we go!" Sampo exclaimed, finally letting go once he was satisfied, leaving Gepard hunched over and breathless. "I knew you had it in you!"

"I... why?" Gepard gasped for breath, exhausted just from the little bout of tickling.

"Hmm, if you're already tired from that," Sampo started in thought, "then perhaps we should work on your breathing endurance first?"

Gepard's eyes widened once his brain registered what "breathing endurance" would entail in Sampo's terms.

"No."