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Im curious to see Lee!Shadow Milk

Like, reader(or Y/N(what are we called T-T)) while being something like a friend to Shadow Milk Cookie completely accidentally(no sarcasm) discovers that Shadow is ticklish??

How would Jester react?-

And tbh, i see our Jester like a ler-leaning switch, considering his(or theirs) powers

(my eng is bad tho-, and sorry if im blind and didn't see that you dont make requests)

(and im trying to beat my social anxiety, Tumblr helps. But you didn't see this)

Yippee! I love lee!Shadow Milk! Thank you for the request, have a cookie after waiting so long and because of the thing I didn’t see you get an extra cookie 🍪🍪. (NSFW/Kink accounts DNI)

Shadow Milk Cookie, everybody’s favorite entertainer! And most certainly your favorite friend! At least that’s how he described himself, you on the other hand thought he was just a tad annoying- as most of us do, let’s be honest. But that didn’t mean you hated him, no, no, something would happen today that would make you find him just a little more… fun.

The jester was bouncing around as per usual while you were laying down on the grass, trying to nurse a headache.

“Y/N Cookie! Y/N Cookie!” The jester called, you groaned “What?”. There was a pause. You thought he had changed his mind about whatever it was, but you were mistaken as he started it again “Y/N Cookie! Y/N Cookie!” He laughed, finding amusement in messing with you. You rolled your aching eyes and laid down on your side “Could you please be quiet for a second? You know my head hurts.”, Shadow Milk Cookie laid down in front of you “Now why would I do that, Y/N Cookie? Laughter is the best medicine!” He exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. You huffed and rolled over to your other side, only to be followed by him, and when you rolled over again, he followed you again. This repeated several times until finally your patience ran out and you grabbed his sides, but he reacted in a way you didn’t expect… he squeaked. You raised a brow “What was that?”, the jester hesitated to reply, “W-What was what?” He tried to keep up his smile “That noise you just made when I,” You grabbed at his sides again and a couple stifled laughs escaped his mouth. You grinned.

Shadow Milk Cookie’s eyes widened, you just discovered his weakness. They quickly covered their sides, “Stop grinning like that! This is no laughing matter!” They protested, but it fell upon deaf ears as you reached for his sides again and went in for the kill. He yelped and started laughing crazily, “HAHAHAHAHA! EHEHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAAAA! EHE! OHO! OHAHAHAHA!” You were surprised he could even breathe. Though it didn’t really matter right now, your grin grew as your fingers kept digging into his sides and occasionally brushing his ribs or stomach, it drove him crazy. “STAHAHAHAHP! HAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHA! PLEAHAHAHAHASE! HAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHOHOHO!” Shadow Milk Cookie’s laughter and screams were all you could hear, they were deafeningly loud. The jester started to flail around, kicking like a wild horse, but no matter how many hits he landed it didn’t stop you. You kept tickling him, not even showing him a crumb of mercy!

Before long, he finally started running out of breath and you let go. “Y-You’re gonna- hahaha! You’re gonna pay for that, Y/N Cookie! Hehehe…” They finally collapsed, giving you and the whole Faerie Forest a moment of peace for once. You didn’t even notice it, but your headache was gone! Maybe he was right, maybe laughter is the best medicine.

End of fic! Thank you for reading, and sorry again for taking so long with your request. That’s all! Have a good one 🫶

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i saw the post about closing requests, but i just wanted to leave this here- dont feel pressured to do this one, you can finish whatever you have left first! i can wait :] anyway, for the request itself:

I NEEEEED MORE LEE SHADOW MILK PLEASEEE WHETHER ITS READER OR JUST CANON CHARACTERS WHATEVER JUST GIVE ME MORE 🙏🙏🙏🙏 AAAAA

This was definitely a while ago, so you definitely get a cookie after the wait 🍪. And YES! WE NEED MORE LEE!SHADOW MILK! I want this twink completely WRECKED by 4:00. (NSFW/Kink accounts DNI) Also, this is pre-imprisonment

The Five Heroes, now known as the Five Beasts. It feels like just moments ago they were reigning in an era of peace that would last for eons to come, but now their powers were being used to crumble the freshly-baked world around them. However, did this corruption completely strip them of who they once were? Maybe not…

They were all gathered at the Ivory Pagoda, discussing who would do what with their respective pieces of land. As per usual after his corruption, Shadow Milk Cookie was figuratively and literally bouncing off the walls, acting like a butterfly hopped up on sugar. He was cracking jokes, finding it impossible to keep still, and everyone was starting to grow annoyed. Even Mystic Flour Cookie’s apathetic persona was faltering, her expression souring as if she ate a lemon.

Eternal Sugar Cookie sighed “Always active, like usual… Why not let the comfort of sloth envelop you? Why not let it all go and-“ Shadow Milk Cookie interrupted her “WHY’D THE SLOTH CROSS THE ROAD?!” He didn’t await a reply “HE DIDN’T! HE WAS TOO SLOW TO CROSS!” He started laughing at his own joke, meanwhile the others didn’t even crack a smile. The Beasts shot each other knowing glances, like they were forming a plan without even speaking; they always had a bond like that, even in madness. Without a word, Silent Salt Cookie snuck up behind the jester without making so much as a single sound and grabbed him. Shadow Milk Cookie gasped at the sudden grip on his arms “O-Oh! Hello, Silent Salt Cookie! S-Still giving us all the silent treatment?” They chuckled nervously, subconsciously knowing what was about to come.

The other three gathered around as Shadow Milk Cookie had his arms lifted above his head, “Shadow Milk Cookie,” Mystic Flour Cookie addressed him “Your antics may be welcomed elsewhere, but not in my sacred temple. We are all fed up with you acting so childishly; now you get to pay a price you know all too well.” The Beasts readied their hands and the jester squirmed wildly, though he was unable to break free of Silent Salt Cookie’s grasp. “W-Wait! Guys!” Their voice cracked with panic, but as the others approached, they knew their fate was sealed “Uh oh.” Was all they could say. Seconds afterwards, the jester started to howl with crazed laughter; but not laughter at his own jokes.

Burning Spice Cookie was roughly scribbling all over his stomach, Eternal Sugar Cookie was lazily scratching at his armpits, Mytic Flour Cookie was running her fingers across his sides and ribs, and even Silent Salt Cookie joined in by rubbing against the jester’s palms.

“AHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA! HEHAHAHA! HEHEHEHEHEEE!! STOHOHOP! NO!” Shadow Milk Cookie squealed, instantly overwhelmed by the other Beasts attacking his spots this way. Their methods were so different, but equally vicious! “MERCHEHEHEHEY! HAHAHAHAHAHA! AHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO MOREEE!!” They pleaded onto deaf ears, but it was ultimately useless, the others wouldn’t stop for a good while.

After what felt like hours, but what was most likely a couple minutes, the others let the jester go. Shadow Milk Cookie flopped to the floor, unable to speak or breathe without wheezing. The other four sat beside him, tiny smiles on their faces. To answer that question from earlier: maybe they didn’t lose who they were, even in this state of madness. If only that sense of camaraderie had been enough to save them…

I can’t wait for the other Beast cookies to come out, this was all headcanons because there’s literally NOTHING about them besides Shadow Milk and Mystic Flour! I NEED MY SILLY LITTLE AGENTS OF CHAOS! Anyways, hope you enjoyed. That’s all, have a good one 🫶

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Taming a beast - CRK Tickle Fanfic

This is a tickle fic, don't like don't read and all that, hope you all like it! I have been obsessed with these two and really wanted to do a fluffy redemption fic! Anyways, here!

Shadow Milk was bored. Ever since he escaped the tree but to his disgrace, not fast enough to get his powers and soul jam out... they were debating what to do with him now, since they were 'heroes' they refused to just kill him.

They were in some sort of plan or idea about "Redemption" and had tried about everything to teach him to go back to being a good cookie again.

It wasn't going well... as he had managed to sought chaos in every single lesson.

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"Sillyyyy Vanillyyyyy~? Is it your turn for babysitting me~? I look forward to it! I really like messing with you~"

The ancient cookie sighs in defeat, unsure about how to handle the chaotic cookie anymore.

"Alright... maybe we're approaching this the wrong way! What would you like to do? That doesn't includes destroying anything or hurting anyone!" He adds in afterthought.

Shadow Milk looks quite surprised by the idea of being let to choose, he taps his chin, thinking.

"Hmmmmn... what... do I want...?" He suddenly smiles widely at Vanilla "Oh~! I know something really fun we can do~!"

Vanilla sighs in relief, this is the most tame he has seen the cookie so far "Alright... what is it? Just remember-!"

"Yeah yeah no destruction no hurting, got it~ don't worry!" He moves behind him suddenly holding him close "It won't hurt at all~"

Vanilla was confused, but gasps as he feels how the other was tickling his sides playfully up and down, now he was trying to curl up and squirm away from the tickling hands "N-No no no-! WAhahahit~! Dohohon't~!"

He was a squirming mess, unable to hold still, and just as he thought it couldn't get worse, the other found that spot right under his ribs... he squeals, squirming around and collapsing against the other.

"StAhhahap~! Please! NOhOAhHah~! MeEhehercy! Mehehehercy!!!" He was a laughing mess, a blush raising up his cheeks, a few tears of mirth gathering at the corner of his eyes.

The cookie does eventually stops, highly amused by Vanilla's reaction "Awww~ I see the old man has a bit of a ticklish bone~" he giggles.

Vanilla was still giggling and tries to move away, only to be pulled into a hug trap.

"Where are you going~? We're not quite done~!" He teases out the poor cookie.

Vanilla looks at the jester with surprise, and in a desperate attempt to escape, he reaches out and squeezes the other's sides.

He wasn't expecting the cookie to squeal, instantly letting go of him, a blush creeping up his cheeks "Hey-!"

He had no time to complain, Vanilla was already on top of him, tickling the heck out of him, pinning him down into the ground as he does "I didn't know you were ticklish~!"

Shadow Milk can barely talk, his legs kicking around as he attempts his best to cover himself from the attack "Wahahahit! PFFF! I'm soHohrry! I- bHAHAH-! NOT THERE! NAAHAHAH~ YOHOHOU AHAHAHSS!"

Vanilla had sneaked his hands up his armpits, making him crumble into a puddle of laughter.

This kept on for a little while, eventually stopping so the other cookie could breathe... however... Vanilla had noticed something quite peculiar...

"... You never asked me to stop... did you enjoy that...?"

Shadow Milk looks at Vanilla with horror, his face blushing more "N-No!? What nonsense are you spea-AHAHA! QUIT IT!" he squeals as the other squeezes his side.

"I-I don't! I don't! Is just... been a while since I have played with anyone... like that..." he admits a bit sheepishly, offering an awkward smile.

Vanilla looks a bit surprised, but he does smile back, glad that finally there seemed to be some progress, and maybe they just needed to speak more with the cookie and get to know him better.

"Well... I know of a few cookies who can use some laughs if you want~"

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XDd omg! The draws are so cute!

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TickleTober Day 7 : Playtime

The sassy Aether face I found made me laugh so I had to use it here instead of a Fontaine one LOL

Also, Paimon does not exist here 😶

Characters: Neuvillette & Navia & Aether (no shipping here!)

Warnings: Nah

Pairing key: & = platonic, x = romantic!

Time to make Neuvillette the big lee he is :3

“You remember that day I just… really let my heart out in your office, and then we left and it started raining? That was you… wasn’t it?”

Navia questioned the Chief Justice cautiously, partially because it was a sore spot for both of them, and also because she didn’t want to bring about more rain again.

“Mm… yes. Emotions welled up inside me and… I just locked myself in my office for the rest of the evening.”

Neuvillette, Navia and Aether were watching the sunset above Poisson, after the interesting ordeal that just took place and the truths that were uncovered.

Aether decided to lighten up the mood a little, “If it rains when you sad cry, what happens if you happy cry? Or even laughing?”

“Ooh that’s right, hmm I wonder…”

The two blondes stared at Neuvillette curiously, making the dragon feel a little nervous. “Well… it would probably rain just like usual… or perhaps not rain at all?”

“Why don’t we try tickling him?” Aether smirked as he suggested, making Navia’a face light up with excitement.

“Ohoho~ Yes we should! Neuvillette~ Are you ticklish~?”

“T-Tickling? That’s the strange feeling you get when something lightly touches your skin right…?” Neuvillette’s heart rate was beginning to increase, why was he getting so nervous about this idea? “Well I have felt that before… when water drips down my face or an insect is crawling on me…”

“Ohh well that’s a type of tickle… but we mean when someone is grabbing at you… like this~!”

Navia moved behind the Chief Justice and gently squeezed his sides, though he stiffened slightly, his layers of clothing were much too thick for him to feel any real tickling.

“Argh dang it! Aether help!”

“Haha! Neuvillette, take your coat off!”

“I-I don’t think that is necessary…”

Neuvillette could sense the two’s pure intentions, it reminded him of when the Melusines wanted to play with him. And he couldn’t help it when he felt the urge to let his guard down, so he complied, removing his thick coat so that he was just wearing his shirt and pants.

“Alright… let’s see what the two of you combined have got.” Neuvillette was almost teasing them.

“Navia you get him from the right, I’ll go left!”

The two dove at the older man and he swiftly dodged, allowing them to both fall flat on the grass.

“Ugh! It’s still wet, nooo!”

Aether laughed as Navia was distracted with wiping off the wet grass and got up to chase Neuvillette across the field.

“Come back here you old… man! Dragon!! Uhhh… Melusine maybe!?”

“Perhaps it is wiser for you to not use your words and instead focus on your actions…”

“Hey!”

As Neuvillette was distracted by Aether, his Geo companion came in from behind, tackling Neuvillette to the ground. “I got him, I got him! Tickle attack!!!!”

Navia cried as she began to softly scribble under his arms.

“Pff- ah!! Ahahaha!!”

The deep, wheezy laughter shocked both the blondes, they weren’t expecting Neuvillette to be ticklish, or to even laugh. This encouraged the two of them to continue tickling him, with Aether sitting on his legs and squeezing the back of his knees.

“Wow, the Chief Justice of Fontaine is ticklish huh… look at him smiling~ Aww this is so adorable Monsieur Neuvillette~”

“Ahahah!! W-What is thihihis… d-don’t you dare tell anyone- EHEHEHE!!”

Neuvillette jerked when Aether moved up to tickling his waist now.

“Oh look, I bet if we keep this up he will be cry laughing in no time~” The Traveller grinned at Navia, who was moving her hands down his ribs now.

“Gaahahaha!!! HAHAHA STAHAHAHAP! Y-You two will b-be heheheheld accountahahahable for this!!”

“Ohh you hear that, Aether? He’s going to put us on trial for tickling!”

“I don’t think he would want all of Fontaine to know how ticklish he is!”

“EHEHEHHAHAH!! Stahahahaap!!! Uuurgh….”

Neuvillette buried his face in the grass at this point, he could definitely feel some tears coming to his eyes. What was this odd sensation causing him to laugh uncontrollably? It wasn’t as unpleasant as the tickling he’s felt before… there was something different about it.

He was certainly reaching his limit though. The breathless feeling and heat reaching his face. He squirmed as much as he could but these two youngsters had him well pinned down.

“Hehe look, his little ears are pink~” Navia teased and softly scritched one of them, causing him to make a squeaking noise and swat her hand away.

As Aether and Navia giggled at his reaction, they began to feel the familiar cold prickling of drizzle from the sky. Looking up, they realised that the clouds were not grey, but in fact a soft hue of oranges and pinks. The water was even causing a rainbow to appear across the sky, over the islands.

Both looked down to see Neuvillette’s red face, some tears streaming from his eyes and he even ended up with a sniffle. He was pouting.

“You… are both… going to face justice…”

Even a flustered Chief Justice was a scary one, and the two knew they were doomed… so they did the only thing they could think of. Run.

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Small waist small waist..~ 🌱

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This is amazing! I lov it!

SO, um I just realized I never share my tkl doodles here.. ?? soooo I figured I'd share some that I did yesterday,, ajjsjdj (Click for better quality!! Even though my camera is the worst GAH sorry)

*ALSO. NSFW DNI PLEASE*

and a couple lil bonuses tehe

SOME CONTEXT:

my oc has ai powered robot arms attached to his back as part of a science experiment he did on himself years ago- they're telepathically told what to do by the host, but.. the thing is, they also don't always listen,, hehehehe

They kinda gained their own personality and enjoy messing with the host sometimes~

This is my first time posting ACTUAL TKL ART so iiiiii HOPE YOU LIKE IT and I MIGHT post some more if you do!!

Reblogs are also appreciated if you like it!!<33

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Just some doodles of them. Because I could, and so I did✨_φ(･_･

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Don't make a noise

Genshin Impact - Alhaitham x Kaveh

A/N: I was bored at work and I came up with a little something, teehee

Summary: "Shhh, don't make a noise. We don't want them to find out, do we?"

Word count: 1305 words

Kaveh wrapped his arms around his roommate's neck, desperately pressing his lips against Alhaitham’s, using him to keep his balance and not fall on his back on the table. The blonde could feel the tip of his feet barely grazing the ground, but he was too lost in their act to mind it.

On the other side, Alhaitham kept one hand wrapped around the architect’s waist while placing his palm on the man’s bare back, even sliding his fingers inside through the back’s window on his shirt. His legs slightly intertwined with Kaveh’s, craving for more as each second passed by.

This was becoming a way to frequent part of their routine. It’s been a while since the two of them started to do more than share a room and, lately, Kaveh would sneak at the Grand Sage’s office just to see him and… do other things as well. 

Alhaitham was against the idea and made sure to always remind Kaveh of the risk they were both taking by doing that. Yet, he would always give in to the blonde’s demands and teasing, not thinking twice before pulling him into his embrace.

“So troublesome…” Alhaitham gasped between their kisses, trying to catch up his breath, but resuming the act after some short sighs.

Kaveh chuckled, throwing his head back to fill his lungs with air again. The other groaned, as an impatient kid whose toy was taken away. The blonde looked at him, grinning. He had the upper hand, after all. “You are not easy too, you know?” He muttered, moving one of his hands to Alhaitham’s face, caressing his cheek. “In fact, you are pretty har-” knock knock knock

The noise cut through Kaveh’s words, making him stop at the middle of his sentence as the both of them widened their eyes, exchanging panicked looks. 

 “Grand Sage, sir, are you there?”

“Yes,” Alhaitham said, without a hint of hesitation. “Just a second, please.”

“What are you doing?!” Kaveh whispered as the man backed up a little, sliding off the table.

“Shut up,” the scribe told him, but before Kaveh could protest and snap back for those words, he felt Alhaitham’s hand at the back of his head, pushing him down until he was sitting under the table. “Don’t make a noise,” he whispered before sitting on the chair, pulling it closer to the table, carefully placing his legs in a way he wouldn’t press Kaveh even further into the small space. 

“Come in,” he said louder, fixing his clothes a second to make sure he didn’t look like someone that was almost caught red handed.

A scholar walked in, carrying some papers in their arms. “Grand Sage, here are the documents you asked me. I think this should be enough material for the revision,” they said, getting close to the table as they carefully placed the pages, one by one, in front of Alhaitham.

Kaveh, under the table, sat in the fetal position between Alhaitham’s legs, hugging his knees and sinking his face between his shoulders. He wanted to curse his roommate for that, but knew he also had some fault in his current predicament.

It shouldn’t take long - or so he hoped - for that scholar to finish any matters they had with Alhaitham, so he only needed to wait a little more. Not wanting to eavesdrop on the conversation between the Grand Sage and his secretary, Kaveh tried to ignore it all. However, he couldn’t help himself but to pay attention when his name came into the matter.

“Were you able to make any progress during the past week, sir?” The scholar asked, with a slight hint of mockery in their words, “if your roommate is as bothersome as you say, I believe it must have been quite the task,” they laughed.

“Well,” Alhaitham continued, making Kaveh perk up his eyebrow as he waited for what he would say in his defense, “with the right efforts, I couldn’t work without so much trouble.”

“I can only imagine, sir,” they continued while Kaveh, under the table, listened carefully, “with him nagging at you all the time, it must be a real headache.”

As they seemed to drop the conversation from the formalities of work to simply talking about daily life, Kaveh managed to catch more and more comments about him thanks to Alhaitham’s secretary. That stupid scribe… He wasn’t going to let Alhaitham’s slide off that easily, no. The gears inside his head were turning, plotting his revenge. 

“Before you go,” Alhaitham started, searching for something on his desk, “I’d like to ask you to taHA- hng!” 

He greeted his teeth to stiff his laughter. Giving the space under the table a quick glance, he saw Kaveh, with a wicked smile, resting his hands over his knees. That damned brat.

“Sir? Are you okay?”

“Yes, peherfectly fihih- fine,” Alhaitham continued, trying to move his legs away from Kaveh with no avail, since the architect was already taking most of the space under the table. The scribe battled the smile threatening to take place in his face, clenching his hand as he tried to bear the tickling.

“Just gihihive m-me a secoHOnd,” startling both the scholar and himself with his own reaction, Alhaitham wished he could simply kick Kaveh when the blonde decided to test how sensitive his thighs were.

Kaveh wasn’t holding back at all, grinning from ear to ear as he scribbled his roommate’s inner thigh with one hand and squeezed his knee with the other. While Alhaitham struggled to hold back his reactions, Kaveh amused himself with how much his legs trembled and squirmed under his touches.

“Is something wrong, sir?” The scholar asked, half concerned and half confused, not sure about what was going on.

“Y-yehehes, I juhust f-feel a lihihittle- ah, littlehe d-dizzy!” The acting Grand Sage explained, banging one fist on top of the table while using the other hand to cover his face. He tried to press his knees together, protect himself somehow, but only ended up “trapping” Kaveh’s hand between his legs, not able to stop the blonde from playing with his thighs.

“Should I call the emerg-”

“AHa-” Alhaitham cackled when Kaveh decided to tickle the back of his knee, wiggling his fingers at the rather sensitive spot. He slapped his hand over his mouth, revealing his slightly pinkish cheeks to the scholar in front of him. No matter where Kaveh targeted, everything seemed equally bad, ticklish enough to drive him up the wall. “N-noho need fohor thahat!”

“Sir, are you… laughing?”

“I j-juhust remembehered a-ahah, hnng- a f-funny epihihisode,” Alhaitham bit his lip, taking every ounce of strength left in his body to resist as much as he could and finish that sentence at once.

“I-I see… ahm,” the scholar confusion was starting to grow into awkwardness, being it the first time he could witness Alhaitham at such state.

“C-cohould you- ahah, fehetch me a g-glass ohof wahahater?”

“Ah, surely. Just a second, please,” the scholar nodded in a hurry, turning around and walking past the office’s door to fulfill the Grand Sage’s request.

As soon as he was gone, Alhaitham pushed the chair back, looking down at Kaveh with furious eyes. “What do you think you are doing?!”

But, instead of an answer, Kaveh looked up at him, placing one hand over his knee while he brought the other to his own lips, holding his index finger out, “shhh, don’t make a noise, Haitham, they will come back at any moment. Bear it, yes?”

“You-”

Before he could finish, the door opened again. The scholar, trying to not look as concerned, handed him the glass, “your water, sir,” they said, with a smile. Eying Kaveh under the table and reading through his intentions, the scribe sighed. That was going to be a long meeting…

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Little Brother

wc: 1.5k

chr: brief venti, kaeya, diluc

sum: Diluc sees a familiar face at his workplace while unwillingly in a deep lee mood.

dni luckae shippers 💀 this isnt 4 u

Diluc furrowed his eyebrows as he spilled yet another drink he was trying to serve to a customer, grabbing a cloth and wiping down the small spill, giving the filled drink to the man who was patiently waiting for it. Diluc watched as he left, looking down at the cloth he had just put in his hand. It had wine all over it.

For the whole day, only one thing has been on Diluc’s mind: His lee mood. The big and scary muscular man, Diluc Ragnvindr, was knee deep in a lee mood and he had no idea how to shoo it away. He did know one way, and that’s asking for it, but he’s absolutely not asking anyo—

“Diluuuuc~!”

The redhead snapped out of his own mind when he heard a familiar bard’s voice, and the ring of the bell that rang every time someone opened the main door. Venti sat down onto his usual seat, the one at the very right of Diluc, and winked at him. “My usual, please!”

Diluc nodded, turning around and grabbing a bottle of Dandelion Wine. He went back to the counter and opened the bottle, pulling a cup towards him and pouring it in. Once again, he started to zone out at the thought of someone’s fingers creeping up from his hips to his underarms and scribbling back down, or someone squeezing his thighs and teasing him about how hard he’s laughing..Or—

“Diluc!”

Venti called for him and interrupted his thoughts again, looking down and seeing yet another spill made from his distraction. Why does this keep happening?

“Diluc..are you okay? You weren’t responding to me at all and your face got really red. Are you drunk yourself? Diluc, are you finally coming to terms about how amazing wine is?! I knew you’d come around!” Diluc sighed and shook his head. “I’m fine, bard. Just a little hot.”

Another ring from the door had caught Diluc’s attention, him frowning a bit when he saw who it was. Kaeya sat down next to a slightly tipsy Venti and rested his hand on his cheek.

“Hello, dear brother. Long time no see, hm? I need to come here more often, I’m sure..” Diluc turned to the bottles to get Kaeya’s usual, pouring it in fine (thank the lords, Kaeya wouldn’t have let that go past him) and handing it to him. “There.”

“Ah, thank you. I didn’t think you would remember.” Diluc scoffed. “Like you don’t come here every week and ask for the same thing.” Kaeya laughed and took a sip of his drink. “Why so mean, Diluc? I just want to come visit my brother and see how he’s doing! Lighten up a bit.” Kaeya emphasized his point with a poke to his side, Diluc jumping with a gasp.

Venti, thankfully, had his eyes closed and probably wasn’t listening. Kaeya, in fact, was. “Aha, I forgot that worked on you. I thought you would’ve grown out of it by now, I suppose not.” Diluc’s face got redder and he crossed his arms, huffing out a quiet “shut up”.

Kaeya stood up and cocked an eyebrow, leaning over the counter a little. “What was that?” Diluc stepped back slightly, moving his hair from his eyes. “Nnnothing.” He looked to the side, hearing Kaeya chuckle at him. “Now I know how to put you in your place, mm?”

Diluc and Kaeya both looked up in unison, hearing a clock chime from outside. The clock usually meant Diluc was off of his shift and that the winery was closed, so he grabbed his bag and woke Venti to leave.

“Brother.” Diluc turned around, removing his hand from the door handle. “Will you go on a walk with me? We used to all the time, I thought we could reminisce for a little.” Diluc turned back and looked at the door handle, thinking for a moment. He looked back up at Kaeya and nodded. “Sure.”

Kaeya’s eyebrows rose, not expecting Diluc to agree and assuming he would just walk away. He smiled softly, walking towards him. “Let’s go, then.”

—

Diluc sat on a rock next to Kaeya, admiring the large tree in front of them at Windrise. Kaeya looked over at Diluc and smiled. “Remember when we would sit at this very tree and talk about anything that was ever on our mind?” Diluc nodded silently, still staring at the tree that had beared so many memories of their childhood.

Of course, as his lee mood was still there, he had to think about the times he and Kaeya had their tickle fights. Diluc would usually win, but sometimes he let Kaeya win. Right now, if they were having one, Kaeya would have absolutely won. He misses when Kaeya would pin him down after they wrestled and dug into his ribs or blew a raspberry through his thin shirt on his stomach, not realizing that his face was once again getting redder by the second.

“What did you miss?” Diluc’s head shot up, staring at Kaeya with wide eyes. “Nothing!” Kaeya smiled and moved towards him, Diluc flushing even more. “No, no. You said something, I know you did.”

Diluc shook his head but gasped loudly when he felt a hand rest on his side. “Oh, no.” he said to himself internally, but he knew his brain was going “Oh, yes.”

Kaeya grinned evilly and walked two fingers up his side, Diluc’s breath hitching. He was as silent as he could be, furrowing his eyebrows at Kaeya. “What did you say, Diluc?” He gently dug into the spot just under his ribs, getting a little yelp out of his brother. “Nn..nohothing.”

Kaeya chuckled. Diluc knew he was dead by the tone of voice Kaeya had. “Well, if you’re not going to say it..” The cryo user immediately pounced onto the pyro user, digging his fingers into his stomach. Diluc coughed out a squeal, breaking quickly and letting the dam of breathy giggles out.

“Kaha- Kahahaeya!” He attempted to cover his face, but was quickly stopped by a hand grabbing both of his wrists and pinning them under their knees. Oh, god, no.

Kaeya grinned as he vibrated into his stomach, snaking his hands under his shirt and scritching at his navel. Diluc snorted and tried to squirm his way out to no avail, his loud laughter only fueling Kaeya.

“You’re still as ticklish as you were when we were young, I see! I don’t know how anyone sees you as scary when you’re so sensitive..” Diluc’s face only flushed a brighter red as his laughter increased..Kaeya knew teasing always got to him. Diluc let out a shriek when his ribs were attacked from under his shirt, arching his back up and crashing it back down when it made it tickle even worse.

“KahaHAahaeyaha! PlehehEAHASE!” Kaeya blew a small raspberry on Diluc’s stomach. “Please, what?” Diluc tried to flip Kaeya off with his hands under his knees, but it didn’t work so well. Kaeya still got the point, though.

“Oh, how rude!” Kaeya immediately jumped to his highest rib, making Diluc scream and cackle, thrashing even harder. This was incredibly embarrassing, but it was exactly what he wanted all day.

The rough tickling turned to soft as Kaeya swirled a finger gently around his navel. “Dear brother, would you like to say what you said now? I heard you miss something, I just want to know.” Diluc giggled softly at the tickling and looked up at Kaeya, teary eyed. He completely forgot what this was for. “N..Nohoho..”

Kaeya sighed exaggeratedly, positioning his fingers over Diluc’s underarms. “Your funeral, then!” He giggled as he dug into the hollows of his arms, making Diluc let out the loudest shriek he’s let out yet and going silent.

“KAHAHAHAEYAHAHAA!” He screamed out, thrashing and shaking his head, ruining his usually pretty and fluffy hair. Kaeya only dug harder. “Hey, you shouldn’t be able to talk right now!” And not talk he did. He only went silent, and after a few seconds Kaeya went back to soft tickles, this time on his underarms.

“I’m running out of time to tickle you, since you have stamina and all. Pleaaase?” He gave Diluc the best puppy eyes he could. Diluc sighed in the middle of his hysteric giggles. “Fihihine.” Kaeya removed his hands from his underarms, setting them on his lap. Diluc was still giggling.

“Ihihi- Ihi missed it whehen you uhum, did, thehe thing.” Kaeya cocked an eyebrow. “The thing?” Diluc nodded. “Yohou just did ihit.” Kaeya’s expression went from realization to adoration.

“Diluc, that’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.” He got off of Diluc, letting him sit up and regain his composure. “Shuhut up..” Diluc yawned, leaning up to a rock. Kaeya moved closer to him, wrapping his arms around Diluc hesitantly and putting his head on his shoulder.

Usually, Diluc would push him away and scoff if he ever tried to hug him. This time, he felt Diluc melt into him. He yawned again, closing his eyes.

“Is it okay if I sleep here? With you?” Kaeya softly questioned.

“Yes, it’s fine. Now shut up and let me sleep.”

Kaeya laughed. He feels like a little brother again.

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I craved Lee!Diluc blacked out and this happened/j

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got balls to post my first tword fanart the brainrot was too strong💔💔

premise is zhongli is very pleased because dilucs falcon left him a feather and in turn finds out something new abt diluc

i think diluc is the kind of guy to be good at holding it in when being tword but if ure persistent enough he just breaks lol

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I was a professional juggler for like five years and all of my friends politely pretend it never happened.

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Static - DBH Fic

The discord came up with the wonderful idea for an AU in which everything is the same except androids can purr to express emotion

Of course, nothing is complete without the requisite angst!

***

An angry grunt beside him almost startled Connor from his investigation. “It’s weird.”

The android straightened. Hank’s attention was on the wide screen overlooking the room, on the video of the deviant Markus’s speech, disgust and - sadness? grief? - visible in the line of his shoulders. “I’m sorry, Lieutenant?”

“That dumb feature of your ‘integration programs’, or whatever. Purring? How’s that supposed to make you fit in better?” There was a undercurrent of something Connor’s emotion-detection programs very much did not like. Hank’s knuckles were white from his grip on the security desk. Now that the lieutenant had pointed it out, he could make out a slight rumble behind Markus’s words, probably intended to make himself seem more alive, his emotions more authentic.

“I…did not realize you were so hostile to android mannerisms, Lieutenant.”

Hank shot him a look quickly enough that he didn’t have time to register its meaning. “Yeah, well…it’s just- it’s wrong. Creeps me out.”

Connor turned to one of the computers, a frown flickering across his face. “Understood, Lieutenant.”

***

Snow crunched under his feet and settled in the collar of his jacket. Ahead of him, flurries crisscrossed in the air and caught in the grey strands of Hank’s hair. A rumble rose in his chest but before he could suppress it, the lieutenant dragged him in for a hug.

He desired greatly to simply relax into the embrace, to relish in the success of the revolution the only way he knew how, but - anxiety flickered sharp and quick at the thought of Hank catching him purring. He swallowed roughly, bringing his arms up to return the hug, but never fully letting go of the tension that came with not purring. While meant to help androids integrate and comfort human dependents, since becoming deviant he had realized it was an essential form of…self-soothing. It was difficult to process anxiety without it, maybe even impossible. Surely Hank wouldn’t mind?

“Glad to have you back, kid.” A pat on the back, a genuine smile.

No. It wouldn’t do to disturb the moment with something that had upset Hank before. He’d just…do without.

His chest tightened at the thought.

***

It started small. A flash of anger in Hank’s eyes here, a curled lip there. When the android officers at the station let purrs slip here and there to enhance their conversations, a roll of the eyes. Android suspects purring to soothe their anxiety, a scornful look. Never any outright, negative statements, not any more, but still obvious.

Connor almost missed the way the soft vibrations in his chest used to alleviate the ache that came with fear, with nervousness, with frustration. He missed purring when happy, when content, when satisfied. He missed having an outlet for his emotions that he could just understand, unlike the clumsiness of words. Purring was good, and right, and natural.

Except when it…wasn’t. Memory recall of the Stratford Tower rose unbidden, reminding him of just how 'creepy’, and 'wrong’, and 'weird’ it was. The stress of thinking about it made him want to purr even more, but wanting to purr more just made his anxiety increase, and he didn’t know what to do - he could feel static rasp at the back of his throat, painful with disuse and suppression -

“You coming, Connor?” Hank looked confused, keys already in hand so they could head home after a long day at the station.

His eyes almost watered with how painful it was to silence the comforting rattle, but he managed to choke it down and crack an awkward smile. “Affirmative, Lieutenant. I will be out shortly.”

***

He could tell he was reaching a…breaking point, as it were. The sore throat that came with quieting his reflex to purr was beginning to spread into a headache, and he felt…empty. Something vital was missing, but he couldn’t do anything about it.

He curled deeper into the couch, arms tucked firmly into his chest in the hopes that the pressure would provide comfort and help the pain. Hank was fast asleep in the master bedroom. Sumo was…Connor let his hand slip over the edge of the couch and tangle in the Saint Bernard’s fur, exhaling softly at the relief the familiar texture offered. He could feel the old dog stir and grumble under his touch, pushing up with his forelegs to snuffle and lick at the android’s face. Connor smiled. “Good boy, Sumo,” he rasped, pain lancing through his modulator.

His sore throat brought flashes of disapproving glances and fear, subconscious memories of a time (of a place, of white trellises, of flowering trees) he had tried so desperately to put behind him - memories of when the only time he himself had desired to purr was when those disapproving glances gave way to approval. When he achieved tasks he was designed to perform. He had wanted to purr, yes, but he had come to fear it.

Amanda had expressed her aversion to purring from the very first time he had done it, eyes suspicious - only deviant androids purr for their own benefit, she had reprimanded. Your behavior is unacceptable.

Her words rang in his ears. Unacceptable, weird, wrong, all synonyms. All the same. He wanted to believe Hank would treat him differently (dare he hope better?) than Amanda had, but the pain hollow in his chest was beginning to tell him a different story. He shivered involuntarily, overwhelmed, nauseated. If he could just - if he could just - if he could - he could -

The purr that started in his throat pulled painfully at his modulator, hoarse and halting, and he couldn’t help the way it fanned the sparks of pain in his chest into a fire. No - if Hank heard - he coughed, purring interrupted, and pushed at his chest with his hands to break up the uncomfortably tight feeling. His eyes slipped shut.

A warm tongue coated his face with love and dog slobber, unaware of the android’s sorrows but determined to help nonetheless. “Sumo, Sumo-” His voice cracked. The giant puppy in question awkwardly dog-scrambled onto the couch, before settling almost all of his weight into Connor’s side. Sumo opened his mouth to let out a low, long growl, and Connor startled before - he pressed himself as close as possible. The vibrations from the growling spread from Sumo to Connor, and while it was greatly dissimilar to an android’s purr, it was the sweetest thing Connor had felt in weeks.

He lay limp against the canine, feeling more relaxed that he had since the revolution, content to drift and let Sumo take care of him in the only way the dog knew how - copy what the android had been doing to soothe himself, and lick Connor’s face once every minute or so. His LED lazily cycled blue with the barest flashes of red, and his stress levels settled lower than they had been all night.

Until the overhead light flicked on.

He squinted against the warm glow reflexively, sensors stuttering to adjust, as the figure at the beginning of the hall shuffled closer. “Connor?” Hank squinted in return, confusion and concern mixing together in that Look Connor had come to both appreciate and dread.

The purring started up without warning and full force, and Connor’s hands flew to his mouth as if that would help any. Sumo grunted and laid down, indifferent to these new developments, but Connor’s LED returned to a vivid red. “Wha’s wrong, Connor? Are you-” The squint and the Look increased far too much for Connor’s liking. “Are you purring?”

“Uh, n-no, no, I-” He almost choked on an especially strong purr, and cleared his throat against the vibrations. “I’m definitely not, Lieutenant.” It came out shaky and entirely unconvincing.

“Are you…okay?” Hank sounded out of his depth, but to the android’s surprise, there was no disgust evident in his gaze. Simply the confusion and concern.

Suddenly, Connor felt out of his depth.

“Of course, Lieutenant,” he replied. “I am merely experiencing…inconveniences with my modulator.” Every word was another bolt of pain, but he ignored it. So much as a wince and Hank would know something else was going on-

The confusion gave way to suspicion. “Nuh uh, you’re not getting out of this. Sounds to me like there’s something else goin’ on here.”

For just a moment, the only thing Connor could see in Hank’s eyes was Amanda’s, stern and uncompromising, and the fragile control he had regained over his emotional state broke. “I’m - I apologize, Lieutenant, I-” He swallowed roughly. “The problems with my modulator prompted undesirable memory recall.”

Hank frowned. “Well, don’t you need your modulator? Isn’t purring like…a comfort thing?”

He had spent so long hiding his purring for Hank that talking about it felt distinctly wrong. Talking about it made it a problem, a real problem, and he wasn’t sure he knew how to handle real problems just yet. “It is for deviants, in most cases.” He pushed past the fog of panic, words still heavy and awkward in his mouth. “It is most commonly for either happiness, contentment, satisfaction, or other generally-positive moods. In other cases, it is a source of comfort for anxiety or physical wounds.”

“So then…why don’t I ever hear you purr?”

He shifted in his spot on the couch, unsure of how to proceed. “I have since refrained from purring after you expressed your displeasure with it at the Stratford Tower.” So many weeks of pain, summarized in one sentence. It made it seem less significant than it really was. Unless maybe it wasn’t very significant in the first place? Was he being too dramatic over a situation that didn’t warrant it? Maybe purring wasn’t so important after all, and he was just horrible at coping?

His anxiety was spiking so quickly he almost missed how Hank’s face fell. The lieutenant looked as if Connor had done something to personally harm him, and the android couldn’t understand why. He had restrained from purring the weeks since the Tower solely so that Hank wouldn’t be harmed. “Connor - no, you don’t have to-” Hank groaned, dragging his hands down his face and cursing quietly. “I’m so sorry, kid. Aw, man, I’m so sorry.”

“I- I don’t understand,” Connor replied, voice quiet with uncertainty. His thirium pump stuttered in his chest - his still aching chest.

“Son, if you need to do something, anything, to feel better-” There was moisture in Hank’s eyes, and it only made Connor sadder. “-do it. Don’t listen to me, kid. I’m an old man and I’ve got grudges and issues. Just- never hurt yourself because you think helping yourself will upset me. Got it?”

Connor couldn’t find the words to reply, but in the end, it didn’t even matter. The purr that started was hard enough to make his hands shake, the rattling, static-y noise filling the living room entirely. He was shaking, from relief, from the purring, he couldn’t tell what but it just…it felt so much better, he felt whole again-

“C'mere, kid. I’m an idiot, okay? I’m sorry.” That was all it took. Hank stood up, presumably to cross to the couch, but Connor immediately tucked himself into Hank’s embrace.

Hands landed on his back, an additional comfort. “You gonna be okay? Not gonna hide anything like this again?”

Connor purred harder, overwhelmed but this time in a good way. “I will be fine.” And this time, he could say that with absolute certainty.

***

hey I’m alive!!! weird ikr

don’t tag as ship!! definitely not intended to be ship thank u v much