hi!! i’ve been loving stranger things recently so could i request lee!will and ler!mike where will is feeling upset or stressed so mike cheers him up? thanks!! feel free to ignore if you’re not interested :)
“It’s not my fault you don’t like girls.”
Will sighed to himself as his head fell into his hands, his fingers gently rubbing at his temples in an attempt to comfort himself.
Will and Mike had both matured since that fight in the rain. He knew it wasn’t entirely the other boy’s fault, and they had forgiven each other back then. Will trusted Mike, he really did. He loved his best friend, and knew that nothing would ever change that.
Still, on nights like these, where his internalized thoughts and fears of his friends finding out who he is and abandoning him became too much, his mind always wandered back to that one fateful line.
“It’s not my fault you don’t like girls.”
And now, here he was, hiding out in Mike’s bathroom after the rest of the Party had left after a campaign, holding in his tears the best he could. Will couldn’t put a pinpoint on what exactly triggered him, but he thought it had something to do with how everyone just seemed so…
Normal.
Sure, they were all outcasts- it’s what brought the group together, after all. But somewhere in the back of Will’s mind lived a voice that relentlessly pointed out that, no matter how understanding the others might be, he would always feel different.
“Will?”
Pulled out of his thoughts in an instant, the brunette immediately turned his attention to the familiar voice on the other side of the bathroom door. “I’m fine, Mike. One second,” he croaked out, wincing a bit at the sound of his own voice; anyone could tell he had been crying.
Taking a deep breath once he felt like he was able to face his friend without breaking into tears, he slowly opened the door, feeling both grateful and mortified to see his friend waiting for him right by the door, his eyes filled with genuine concern. Will would have loved it, had it not been the situation he put himself in.
“Will, what’s wrong? Is everything alright? Did I say something?” Mike had a small habit of rambling when he was concerned, a trait that made Will softly smile, even in this situation.
“No, don’t worry! You didn’t do anything,” he assured him, his smile sad and tired. “It’s just me,” Will promised. It almost seemed like he was going to open up, but he eventually cut himself off; he couldn’t put all this on Mike. He didn’t deserve it. “I didn’t mean to stay here this long- I’m sorry! I should probably get going. Have a good night!” Will sported another fake smile, praying to whoever was listening that his friend didn’t notice, and if he did, that he wouldn’t feel hurt by it.
Before he could take more than a few steps towards the door, he felt a hand grip his wrist, the touch warm and gentle. “No, it’s alright!” Will slowly turned back to face the taller boy as he listened to him speak. “Why don’t you spend the night here? It’s getting late, after all. Besides, it can be like old times. A bit of normalcy never hurt anyone, right?”
The brunette’s eyes lit up ever so slightly at the offer. He loved the idea of that; he missed those simple nights with Mike more than anything. Just as he was going to accept, the voice came back, almost convincing him that his friend was just being polite. He doesn’t want you here, he thought.
Luckily, it seemed Mike knew the other just well enough. “It’s really not a problem. I want you here,” he promised.
I want you here. Something about those words, simple but powerful, made Will rethink everything. So, with a small, bright smile, Will agreed, and they returned to the basement- not before going into the kitchen and sneaking some snacks, of course.
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It had been about two hours since Will had stopped crying. He had to say, he much preferred watching cheesy action movies at 1 in the morning to the act of choking back his tears in his best friend’s bathroom.
Once the ending credits rolled, Will stretched his arms above his head, letting out a small yawn. He didn’t feel sleepy- if anything he felt too restless to sleep- but the small episode he dealt with earlier seemed to take a lot out of him.
It appeared that Mike noticed this even before Will did, because the boy was just staring at him when he looked up.
“Ah, Mike?” He questioned, a faint, nervous smile on his lips. “Is something wrong?”
“You tell me,” he mumbled. Will froze for a moment, immediately filled with worry, but he felt a small bit of relief once he could tell that Mike’s reply wasn’t one of anger; it was one of genuine concern. The thought was sort of comforting, in a way.
“It’s really nothing-“
“Will, I’ve known you for, like, ten years,” Mike chuckled fondly. “I care about you, you know? I know I haven’t been good at saying it, but I do! And I mean, I could tell you were crying, and I just want you to feel safe, yeah? So, I won’t pressure you, but please just know that it’s okay.”
Will had always heard the phrase “silence speaks volumes” be thrown around since he was a kid, but he didn’t understand it until now. Sure, it was usually used in a negative connotation, but this silence felt comfortable and safe, and for the first time in his life, the brunette was genuinely rendered speechless as he felt hot tears against his cheeks. In full transparency, he hadn’t even noticed he was crying until he felt Mike’s hand wipe them away for a moment, and even then, he only focused on how close in proximity he was to the boy he was in love with.
“Mike-“ was all that escaped his mouth as he glanced up, finally making eye contact with the taller male. Sharing small a smile, he finally pulled the other into a tight embrace, one that said everything they were too afraid to say.
They spent almost a full minute like this, holding each other in silence until Will calmed down. Once the brunette expressed that he felt like he was “overstaying his welcome” by hugging him for this long (earning a playful eye roll from Mike at the phrasing), Will tried and failed to pull away, which only led him to tilt his head in confusion. “Mike?” He questioned, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. “Can I go-!”
Will’s words were cut off by a loud squeak from his own mouth, caused by a sudden squeeze at his sides. Immediately realizing what was going on, the smaller boy instantly attacked his friend with halfhearted shoves and playful insults. “Don’t you dare, Michael,” he grinned, already giggling in anticipation from his fate. Mike, on the other hand, wore the most smug, playful smile on his face that Will’s seen in years, and the joy in the boy’s expression made his heart flutter, even as he was being aggressively shoved onto the couch.
“Don’t I dare? What am I daring?” He teased with a blank expression, doing his best attempt at a deadpan look as he slowly brought his hands back down to Will’s ribs, causing the latter to laugh even harder. He even tried to curl in in himself from his awkward position, only leaving himself more vulnerable for attacks.
“You’re being stupid!” Will teased back through his laughter, earning a dramatic gasp from the other, who now moved a hand up to flutter along his neck.
“I’m not being stupid; I’m being the best friend ever by cheering you up,” and okay, even though this was a ridiculous situation, Will’s heart melted and his expression softened, and his laughter was soft and sweet now, gently holding onto either of Mike’s hands as the tickling slowed down. He was so in love.
“You’re being both, you idiot.” Mike gasped again, but they both shared a dorky grin, the taller boy now joining in with his laughter as he finally crawled off of him.
“I do know, by the way.” Will continued after seeing Mike’s clear confusion, “I know that you care. And I care about you, too! It just..it’s hard sometimes, you know? And I think I’m so scared of losing you, as if it’s inevitable when I know it’s not. Does that make sense?” His voice was somber as he finally addressed his fears. He was still afraid, of course, but something about the clear concern in Mike’s eyes and the comforting touch of his hand on Will’s shoulder made him feel safe and wanted, and that was more than enough for right now.
Sure, maybe he had a lot more left to confess, and maybe that wasn’t the root of his problems, but Will knew that when we was ready, he’d still have his best friend right there to keep him afloat, and that knowledge, that safety, it was the most comforting feeling he’s felt.
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hey, is that seat next to you taken? no? great, thanks, let me just- oh, sorry, did i hurt you? i was just wondering, because you flinched so heavily when i brushed your- oh. oh, alright, i see, let me just test my theory- oh my, that was quite the reaction! you don't happen to be ticklish now, do you?
aw doll, come on, nothing to be ashamed of - tho i must say i love that adorable little blush! does it get worse when i spider my fingers over your side? ah yes, it does, and was that a giggle i heard? you must be really ticklish, let me just- oh doll stop it, i can't count your ribs when you curl up like that. let's try that again, one, two, three, oho, was that a squeal? how adorable~ let's stay at this one for a while. tickle tickle tickle~
alright, alright, i see you're short of breath. then how about we try, hmmm... here? my my, look at that - my long nails on your cute tummy sure do feel awful, huh? i'm loving this - and oh what do we have here? how adorable, it's a little giggle button! let me just wiggle my finger in here, right, like that~ coochie coo, how ticklish you are!
hush doll, the movie hasn't even started - i thought it would get boring, but this is going to be a fun 120 minutes. i mean of course i would stop if you asked me to, but you won't do that, right? you haven't said stop or no once... alright, now out your hands behind your head for me, will ya? now let's see how long you can keep them up there when i go to town on those armpits of yours~
AAAHSDH THE HANDS BEHIND THE HEAD THING??? Dying deceased dead
Thank you whdhd I have totally not read this lien 103838 times 💪💕
HI IM TRYING TO AT LEAST WRITE SOMETHING LIKE ONCE EVERY TWO MONTHS FOR NOW IM SORRY /lh
But!! That means that I’m seriously going to try on requests again! My fandoms are in my pinned post, but I’m currently really in the mood to write for Horimiya, given, or genshin! So yeah, please feel free to leave any requests or headcanons for anything and I’ll do my best!! ^^
hi! maybe #1 with lee!Hori and ler!miyamura from horimiya if you still write for them? feel free to change anything if you want! ^^
My first time writing for this fandom! I love this anime so much! It's so fluffy and cute and kind of spicy, too? The art style is so prettyyyy! Thank you for the prompt! <3
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“I wouldn’t say that with the position you’re in,” Miyamura chuckled, quickly skittering his fingertips along Hori’s bare feet, making her squeak out a surprised giggle.
“M-Miyamura,” she gasped, “don’t you dare!”
He beamed at her. Just a moment ago he’d been giving her a foot massage, listening to her talk about how busy her day had been. He didn’t mind the chatter; most of it was just empty venting and nothing more, and he liked being able to help her relax after working so hard for everyone else all day long. But somewhere along the line she’d said something smart about one of their mutual friends, and though he knew she was mostly joking, he still felt a playful urge to defend them rise up in him.
“L-Let me go,” Hori said now, his silence making her nervous. She tried to pull her feet from his lap, but he gripped her ankles tighter, quickly repositioning so that they were locked between his own legs, leaving his hands free to tickle. “Miyamura!”
“It sounds like you’ve had a pretty rough day, Hori,” he said in his kindest, gentlest tone. “Why don’t I help cheer you up a bit?”
“Don’t! Don’t you dahahahahahare!” Hori immediately dissolved into hysterical, high-pitched giggles that made Miyamura’s heart do crazy backflips and somersaults in his chest. He’d heard her laugh before, of course, but never like this. Never purely, uncontrollably. Never because someone was tickling her.
“M-Mihihihiyamurahahaha!” she squealed now, clutching her stomach and trying to pull her ankles from the prison they were in. “Stohohohohohohop!”
He chuckled, slowing his pace a little to let her breathe. “Your giggles are cute.”
She flushed dark red, covering her face with her hands. “No they’re not!”
“Don’t lie to me,” he said, purposely taking on a harder tone, knowing she loved when he got dominant with her. He started scribbling faster, making her squeal and uncover her face to try and swat at him. “Show me you face, Hori. I want to see you when I’m tickling you.”
“Plehehehehehehease stohohohohohop!” Hori laughed, weakly tapping the couch cushions in submission. “Izumihihihihihihi!”
That did it. Upon hearing his first name fly out of her mouth like that, he finally released her ankles only to crawl on top of her and kiss her, enjoying the startled sound she let out at his sudden change of pace. “God, I love you.”
Hori blinked, giggled again, and pulled him back in for another kiss. “I love you, too.”
ive decided ill post exactly 1 (one) of my fics from ao3 off of here and if it does well and ppl start interacting w me i might post the rest but this is so beyond embarrassing for me i cant believe im doing this.
warning ! this is a tickle fic god this is so embarrassing to admit ok
hi dani, I’m your secret santa this year! I’m sorry it’s so late, but I hope you enjoy a bit! I hope you enjoyed your holidays and have a great new year!
A deep sigh escaped Albedo’s lips as his eyes flickered open upon hearing Kaeya’s subdued voice from beside him.
“Albedo, wake up! It’s Christmas.”
The alchemist didn’t move apart from a barely noticeable stir to the left.
It wasn’t that he disliked Christmas- that wasn’t the case at all. However, seeing the people of Mondstat all unite, becoming friendly with each other and spending time with their families, smiles on everyone’s faces...
It only reminded him of his own artificial existence.
Most days, it didn’t bother him. He had always been one to focus on work rather than his own worries, and even when he did think about his origins, he knew there was nothing anyone could to to change it, and that was alright.
Still, it was days like this when he remembered just how different he was- how he was simply destined to be separated.
“Albedo?”
The gentle voice pulled the alchemist out of his thoughts, and he fully opened his eyes for the first time that morning. “I’m awake,” he replied, voice soft and mildly hoarse from just waking up. “Merry Christmas, Kaeya.”
The knight smiled warmly, and Albedo could feel his heart- well, what he assumed to be the equivalent of such- flutter. Kaeya was warm. He was sweet, gentle, strong, and everything else Albedo couldn’t see in himself. It was times like this, when it was just the two of them, where, for even just a brief moment, he felt human.
He would have to find a way to thank him some day.
“You are most definitely not awake,” Kaeya snickered upon noticing Albedo’s half-asleep expression.
“I most definitely am,” the alchemist replied lightheartedly, though still in a sleepy daze.
Albedo felt himself jolt awake once again. However, this moment lacked the gentleness of before. “..Kaeya?”
No, the alchemist knew exactly what came next as soon as he processed the playful pinch at his side. “Kaeya, don’t.”
“Oh?” The aforementioned knight let out an amused chuckle at his partner’s attempt at sounding stern, even while still clearly not awake. “Don’t what?”
Now Albedo was, in many ways, considered a genius; he held the title of Chief Alchemist in Mondstat after all, and even lead the investigation team for the Knights of Favonius. With this knowledge, it almost took Kaeya by surprise when the smaller male seemed to fall for the trick with a sleepy, mumbled, “tickle me.”
(If prompted, Albedo would simply blame his negligence on the fact that he had only woken up moments before, though the other knew better.)
The cavalry captain’s eyes lit up to the response, a menacing yet captivated smirk on his lips. “Oh?” He purred, the hand cupping Albedo’s side giving a slight twitch and earning a sudden jerk from the alchemist. “Well, if it’ll get you into the Christmas spirit, then I suppose I’ll indulge my lovely partner a bit.”
“Ah, Kaeya, wait-!”
There was a brief pause followed by a surprised squeak that proceeded quiet, sleepy giggles. “Kaeya, I- I’m awake, I’m awake!” The tired grin on Albedo’s face was peaceful and content, and Kaeya had never seen the other this happy during the holidays prior to them being a couple, so he really couldn’t be blamed for wanting to keep this up a little longer, could he?
“Hmm, you say that, but your eyes are closing, aren’t they?” Kaeya teasingly referred to how Albedo’s eyes instinctively closed as he laughed. Unfair, Albedo thought. Before the alchemist could even begin to protest, his light giggle instantly converted to loud laughter when Kaeya’s large hand began to claw up and down his bare side, the other one gently holding both of Albedo’s hands in his own.
“This- this isn’t fair! This is not the holiday spirit!” Albedo giggled, his cheeks turning a soft shade of pink when he felt Kaeya sweetly kiss his lips. When he pulled away, the tickling stopped and he simply embraced the alchemist, chuckling softly against his neck, which only caused Albedo to squirm around some more.
“Oh, but it is the holiday spirit, is it not? You’re clearly happy, after all. It’s adorable,” he spoke softly, and Albedo paused before smiling a bit himself.
Perhaps he, too, could get used to the holidays- if it meant more mornings like this, of course.
AH! I'm so happy that you liked the fic and I'm glad I got to write for you for the squealing santa exchange!!! Especially with the chance to write these two cute beans again! I'm sorry it's taken so long to respond though!
I've wanted to thank you for the kind words! They mean a lot to me especially with the way my muse and I have been fighting for what feels like a century XD
I hope that the rest of the holiday season treats you kindly, my friend! And once again, thank you! :D
AAA YOU DESERVE THE WORLD 👹💕 like literally the holidays arent my favorite time of year just cause it’s kind of hard for me personally, but the fic and then this message too made it a little brighter, so seriously, thank you! I’m so glad you enjoyed writing it too, that’s always the best!!
Merry Christmas @gigglykenma ! I'm your secret Santa this year and I was so excited to get your prompts! Especially when the opportunity to write for Given again was there! I hope that you enjoy the fic, my friend and that you have the merriest of Christmas's :D
And I also wanted to thank @ticklygiggles for hosting the Squealing Santa Exchange for another year!
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Summary: In an effort to bring some extra holiday cheer to the holiday season, Mafuyu suggests making Christmas cookies. But one small prank leads to a bit of trouble for the red-headed singer. Now all he can do is run, run, run as fast as he can.
A/n: The prompt was for Character A to chase Character B and tickle them and I went with the sweet pairing that is Mafuyu/Uenoyama from 'Given'
You can also read on AO3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35936602
Word Count: 2330
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Mafuyu knew he’d made a mistake.
“Get back here you little red-headed gremlin!” Uenoyama’s voice called from down the hall, the sound of the man giving chase only being usurped by Mafuyu’s own heavy breathing as he attempted to get away.
Oh yes. A mistake had absolutely been made. A big, big mistake. However, it didn’t mean he wasn’t absolutely delighted with himself for what he had done even as he ran like a madman through Uenoyama’s apartment, trying to escape the vengeful clutches of his boyfriend.
A boyfriend who currently looked like one of the ghosts who visited Scrooge with the amount of flour he was currently coated in.
It had all started with the want for Christmas cookies and to invoke some Christmas cheer.
To be fair, making the Christmas cookies had been Mafuyu’s idea. Ritsuka had been more than happy to just spend a nice, chilly winter evening watching the Grinch, but Mafuyu knew that all it would take would be some puppy eyes and a wobble of his lower lip and that soon they’d find themselves in the kitchen.
And they had.
And this is what now led to Mafuyu attempting to find the best place to hide.
Now, Uenoyama was by no means a Grinch himself, but Mafuyu thought he could do with a bit more Christmas spirit in his heart. What better way to do that then to envelope him in the joy that was making Christmas cookies?
So obviously the best way to do this was to put him in charge of ingredients.
Eggs, butter, salt, baking soda… flour… all of this Mafuyu had decided he would leave in Uenoyama’s capable hands as he read the instructions and called out what was needed and when.
They had just gotten to the stage where the flour was to be added to the stand mixer on Ritsuka’s counter.
Mafuyu couldn’t tell you what it was exactly that made him do it.
Was it the fact that he was the one in charge of the speed of the mixer?
Was it the look of pure concentration on Uenoyama-kuns face as he slowly and so, so carefully began to add the flour to the bowl?
Perhaps it was his sweet boyfriends face so temptingly close to the bowl that made him do it.
Maybe all three.
But whatever the reason, just as Ritsuka went to dump in another cup of flour, Mafuyu flicked the switch up to high speed and watched as a floury cascade of white shot up out of the bowl, effectively coating his boyfriend in a beautiful dusting of white.
He looked like Frosty the Snowman, or a beautiful Christmas tree freshly coated with snow. The look of surprise on his face just added that extra level of perfection to this moment.
And Mafuyu couldn’t help himself.
He laughed.
And he laughed hard.
So hard, in fact, that he missed Uenoyama’s face moving from surprise, to realization, to betrayal and finally… to vengeance.
It wasn’t until he heard one word that he knew… he’d messed up.
“... run.”
And that was why he now found himself trying to hold back his gleeful laughter as he was chased by the world’s angriest looking sugar cookie.
“It was an accident, I swear!” Mafuyu called over his shoulder, glancing back only a second to see Ritsuka barreling after him with a look of floury determination.
However, he knew the grin on his face easily gave him away.
“You lie!” Ritsuka countered as they made it back to the living room, Mafuyu racing around the coffee table in time to keep it between him and Uenoyama.
“Do you really think I would lie? I’m innocent! I’m… I’m an ahangel!” Mafuyu tried to counter, the giggles already starting to work their way free as he watched Grumpy the Snowman trying to figure out how to get to him.
“Oh you’re an angel alright! A fallen one named Lucifer!” Ritsuka shot back, darting to the left and inadvertently drawing a surprised squeak from Mafuyu as he quickly moved with him and dashed behind the sofa. Sadly it wasn’t enough to deter his boyfriend who quickly clambered onto the piece of furniture in an attempt to hurdle over it.
“Wait, wait, wait!” Mafuyu squeaked out, his smile wide as he watched his partner while trying to back away slowly with one arm raised defensively between them. “Don’t you feel the holiday spirit? That was the goal and it was achieved, right?”
Mafuyu watched as Uenoyama tried not to react to the comment though a smile did seem to break free. But soon the other man was schooling his features back into a playful scowl as he stood with one foot on the back of the sofa and his gaze cast down on his boyfriend. “Don’t try being cute with me! First you lure me into making your cookies and then you try to make me one of them instead! What do I look like to you?”
Mafuyu knew he should’ve chosen his words more carefully. Really he should’ve, but he could feel the answer bubbling out of him before he could stop himself.
“A gihihingerbread man?” he giggled, biting his lower lip to stop the laughter, but it was too late. His shoulders were already shaking with mirth again.
Uenoyama, for his part, actually looked taken aback by having an answer so easily tossed back his way. But soon a devious little smile appeared as he raised his arms up, fingers making claws as he narrowed his eyes.
“Then you better run, run, run as fast as you can. You can’t escape me…,” he warned, letting a heavy pause fall between them before chaos erupted and he launched himself over the back of the sofa. ”I’m the gingerbread man!”
Mafuyu let out what most certainly didn’t sound like a horror movie scream as he turned tail and fled toward the hallway once more. Sadly, it was too little too late as he soon found two strong arms wrapped around his middle and was picked up with ease, his boyfriend starting to carry him back toward the sofa.
“N-no! Uenoyama-kuhuhun! You’re gehehetting my sweater all dihihirty!” he warned, feeling Ritsuka gasp behind him as he attempted and failed to break free with the intensity of his giggles already taking over.
“Who is this Uenoyama you speak of? I’m the gingerbread man! And you want to talk about dirty sweaters?! I’ll show you dirty sweaters!” Uenoyama growled playfully against Mafuyu’s back as he nuzzled between his shoulder blades, wiping off his floury face and making Mafuyu shimmy in his hold at the slightly ticklish sensation.
“No! N-no, Ritsukahaha! Dohohon’t be mehean!” Mafuyu laughed, trying to arch away from the touch, only to feel the arms around him tighten a bit more.
“I told you! There’s no Ritsuka here! I’m the gingerbread man and I am here to take sweet, cookie vengeance!” he warned.
Before Mafuyu could think he felt his boyfriends arms tightening around him slightly as his fingers began to wriggle against his sides.
Instantly Mafuyu’s giggles doubled, his body attempting to wriggle free from Ritsuka’s tickly clutches even as he was held aloft.
“I dohohon’t deserve thihihis!” he cried out, only to find himself gently tossed onto the sofa. He tried to sit up, but was quickly pinned down by his ridiculous boyfriend as Uenoyama settled himself on his hips, his fingers beginning a poking assault all over his torso.
“Oh you deserve this and so much more, my sweet and evil little gumdrop!” Uenoyama warned, though the smile on his face was far less devious than before.
Mafuyu couldn’t help the ridiculous squeal that bubbled up as Ritsuka’s poke attack. His hands clumsily attempted to catch his boyfriends wrists as they darted around from sides to ribs to stomach and back again. Eventually he managed to grab a hold of him, but the continued laughter was already turning his muscles to mush and he knew he was as weak as a newborn kitten in this state.
The only thing he could try to do was attempt to make Uenoyama see reason! Surely if he understood the sound judgment that went into his prank his boyfriend would absolutely understand!
“B-But it wahahahas funny-hehehe! It h-had… it hahahad to be do-AHAHA! NO! Dohohon’t you dahahAHAHA!” Mafuyu arched off the sofa, his head tossed back with hysterical laughter as Ritsuka’s fingers scribbled all along his sides. Quickly and lightly driving him insane with the softest tickles. He’d always been weak against his sides and now Uenoyama was taking full advantage of that. His hands still continued to hold onto Uenoyama’s wrists, but really there was no stopping this now and he knew it.
“It had to be done?! Tell that to my new black tshirt!” Ritsuka shot back, though he wasn’t even attempting to hide his playful smile now as he continued to lovingly tickle his boyfriend to pieces.
“Y-You wehehehear too much BLAHAHAHACK! NOT THEHEHEHERE! RIHIHITUSKAHAHA!” Mafuyu cried out, attempting to curl up and clamp his arms down as Uenoyama went for his best and worst spot. His evil boyfriend’s hands had darted up under his arms and were focusing in on the very centers of his far too ticklish underarms. Ritsuka’s fingers massaged deep circles right into the spots he knew drove Mafuyu the wildest, making him buck and kick his legs out at the heavily ticklish touch.
“What? What was that? I told you I’m the gingerbread man! And if you’re going to plead your case you have to speak up!” Ritsuka teased, though Mafuyu was a bit too lost in the electrically ticklish feeling zipping through his body as his armpits were targeted.
Mafuyu opened his mouth to retort, but the only thing that came out was heavier belly laughter as Ritsuka switched from massaging to spider tickling as much as he could with his hands trapped under his sweethearts arms.
“What? What was that? Did you have to say something? Is it that you’re far too ticklish for your own good to pull silly pranks like this?” Ritsuka teased, letting his thumbs sneak down a bit to wriggle against Mafuyu’s upper ribs and making the red-head shriek as his flailing legs managed to kick the throw pillows off onto the floor.
“I-I GIHIHIHIVE! I GIHIHIVE! TRUHUHUHUCE, GIHIHIHIHIHINGY!” Mafuyu cried out through his wild laughter, his cheeks rosy and tears of mirth on his eyelashes.
He heard the soft chuckle of his boyfriend before finally feeling the way Uenoyama’s fingers slowed down their ticklish attack. He didn’t stop completely though, as he still continued to lightly scribble against Mafuyu’s armpits, keeping him in a giggle fit that was mixed with small twitches and snorts.
“Gingy? Is that what you called me?” Ritsuka cooed, making Mafuyu blush as he realized he’d given in to the ridiculous persona Uenoyama had taken up.
“Y-yehehes… you… you cohohookie monsteheheher!” he squeaked out through slightly breathless giggles as Uenoyama finally stopped the tickles.
“You deserved my swift retribution. If anyone is a monster here it’s you,” Uenoyama murmured softly, ducking down to press a soft kiss to Mafuyu’s lips as he lightly soothed some of his hair away from his forehead. As he leaned back, Mafuyu watched as Ritsuka’s eyes lit up with mirth again. An expression he had seen before when he looked ridiculous in one way or another.
“W-what? What is it?” he stuttered, already feeling a blush creep up when Uenoyama chuckled softly.
“Nothing. It’s just… you look like a wild man with your hair all puffy like this. You were shaking your head so much it’s gotten all… staticy. It’s adorable. Oh. And now your cheeks seem to be getting more flushed to-GAH!”
Mafuyu blushed more at that and shook his head, reaching up to quickly wrap his arms around his boyfriend to pull him down on top of him, flour and all, so he could hide.
“Hey, hey, hey! You’re going to get all dusty!” Ritsuka laughed even as Mafuyu managed to hide himself away against his shoulder.
“S’fine. Need to hide. Being too sweet,” he mumbled, soon feeling the soft brush of fingers through his messy hair.
“Well what else did you expect from the gingerbread man?” Uenoyama murmured, though he snuggled down more, allowing Mafuyu to find whatever sort of comfort he needed for his blush to calm down.
“Still think it was funny,” Mafuyu mumbled, feeling the way Ritsuka’s huffed out a long suffering, but loving breath of laughter.
“Of course you do. Because you’re a menace. Even though people think you’re a sweet little angel. I know better,” he teased, making Mafuyu snicker as he finally peeked out from his hiding place, his flush only slightly visible now. Though it might’ve been due to the flour now coating his face.
“Maybe this can be our new holiday tradition?” Mafuyu teased lightly, reaching up to ruffle Ritsuka’s floury hair and allowing for more of the flour to fall between them. “Christmas cookie escapades!”
Uenoyama ducked his head at the ruffles, laughing at his ridiculous darling before giving a little playful growl and sending a few quick scribbles up his boyfriends side making him shriek and giggle brightly.
“Then you’d better be prepared for the gingerbread man to show up again!” Ritsuka cooed, blowing a raspberry against Mafuyu’s neck and making him squeal as he hunched up his shoulders.
The attack ended almost as soon as it began, however, Mafuyu’s smiling softly as he caught the loving look in his boyfriend's eyes.
“Sounds good to me,” he murmured, leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to the tip of Ritsuka’s nose and making his boyfriend blush this time. “Merry Christmas, Uenoyama-kun.”
Ritsuka’s face flushed instantly before a warm smile appeared and he ducked down to press a soft kiss to his imp of a boyfriend.
AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH THISBIS LITERALLY THE SWEETEST THING EVER CAN YOU TELL IM SHORT CIRCUITING HASHHD dude I got so excited seeing it was you cause you’re literally like such a good writer and I was not let down omg,, thank you much! I hope you had a great holiday ^^ /pos/gen
Summary: Knights of Favonius college AU at the Ren Faire ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ w/ hinted Kaebedo b/c it’s me
A/N: October is over but my procrastination knows no bounds ✨ so imma just keep doing the prompts I had planned…whenever I happen to get them out. It’s supposed to be for fun anyways, right? So have this ridiculously specific combination of things and I’ll catch y’all in a month or so~
Once more, from the top. Repetition is the key to memorization after all.
Miss Lisa, a clinical psychology major, currently in her final year of post-grad and well on her way to an outstanding PhD program.
That one’s easy. Lisa was among the first people whom Albedo met when he enrolled. It was a stroke of luck, getting a job in the library alongside the school’s brightest PhD candidate. Though it’d taken a while for Albedo to grow accustomed to her naturally flirty way of interacting.
Next, Miss Jean. Criminal Justice and Conflict Resolution, a dual major, with plans to apply for law school come the next year or so, if Albedo recalls correctly.
The difference between Lisa and Jean’s mannerisms is stark, but somehow balanced, in a way. Lisa brings a sense of calm to Jean’s strict—borderline overbearing—work ethic, and Jean motivates Lisa to act on the boundless potential she carries.
How very complimentary.
And the last piece to the puzzle, for today.
Mister Ky— Ki? Kae?
Albedo can’t remember seeing it on paper. He’ll have to mention that to Sucrose later.
But yes, Kaeya. Albedo doesn’t actually know what his major is. They’d only met fairly recently, and he’d quickly taken to conversation without any of the usual ‘icebreakers’ used by students.
He’s a childhood friend of Jean, growing up in the same neighborhood. And via Jean, Kaeya met Lisa. An awful combination, Albedo must say, even if he’s only known the combined pair for a short time. He has no doubt any one victim to their teasing would combust rather quickly.
Okay. Hopefully he can remember everything as they make their way throughout the day. He’s never been that great with names or faces, especially in groups. And Sucrose isn’t here to assist him, so he’ll really have to stay on top of things.
How long he’d been wrapped up in his head, Albedo isn’t sure. But when the car comes to a lurching stop, he knows it must’ve spanned enough time for them to arrive at their destination.
Kaeya announces their arrival, gesturing outside with a flourish. Jean offers a little cheer that has Lisa laughing softly in response.
This is Albedo’s first time at a Renaissance Faire. He didn’t have a lot of expectations going into it, but his first view of the fair grounds certainly delivers.
The door to his left pops open, startling him from his train of thought. He hadn’t realized that everyone was already on their way out. Kaeya stands beside Albedo, thankfully blocking most of the now beaming sun. His hand is on the door handle and his lips tilt up into a smirk.
“Coming?”
———
To say it again, Albedo’s never been to a ‘Ren Faire’ before. He can’t remember who’s idea it was either, just that he’d been dropped into a group chat very suddenly a few days ago.
He didn’t have too much of a preference going or not going, but when Amber had to drop last minute to help her partner from dance class—
Well, Albedo found the decision being made for him.
He made sure to thank Amber for her spare ticket—it was the polite thing to do—but he did worry a little.
Sucrose had a biochem exam approaching, so she couldn’t make it. Timaeus…didn’t know any of the others all that well.
And…Albedo didn’t really have any other friends his age to consider.
(The idea of bringing his little sister did flutter at the base of his head for a second before he shooed it off, a tad embarrassed.)
Thankfully, things seem to be going decently well. Lisa is a familiar presence. Jean is wholly accommodating. And Kaeya—
Albedo has the patience to deal with types like him, he’ll just say.
That’s why he does little more than roll his eyes, an amused smile tugging at his lips, when Kaeya immediately directs the group to a period-catered costume shop upon entrance.
It seems a bit much, but Albedo’s silence is outvoted unanimously.
There is the option to rent consumes but—
“That doesn’t seem sanitary,” Jean mumbles, hand at her chin while she frowns at the advertising sign.
“I don’t think ‘sanitary’ was a major concern in this century,” Kaeya offers when he walks by, an assortment of clothes already on his arm.
“But it is the present, so I’m sure they’d be fine,” Lisa chimes in, lightly pulling Jean’s hand from her face.
Wrist in hand, Lisa begins leading Jean off to a corner of the store. Her voice fades.
“You won’t be needing those anyways though, dear. I’ve got just the thing for you.”
———
Albedo hadn’t gone into this with the knowledge he’d be purchasing a costume, but he did bring an ample amount of spending money—just in case—so it doesn’t pose much of a problem.
He isn’t exactly sure what he should be buying though, so he just purchases what he can find on a similarly sized mannequin.
That leaves him in a white, long sleeved shirt that he cuffs to his elbows to match the display. It’s a bit—um—poofy? But the collar keeps it settled on Albedo’s shoulders fairly well. There’s a pair of baggy, but otherwise generic, brown pants on his legs and a yellow sash around his waist—for an accent? He supposes? That’s really the gist of it.
It’s not bad, Albedo thinks, but the rest of the group definitely took the idea to heart.
Lisa’s gown is a rich purple, complimented by the flowers in her hair. Roses, he thinks. Do roses come in purple? That’s beside the point—
She looks like royalty, elegant and poised. Albedo hopes she doesn’t overheat.
Jean’s dress is much more subdued, though that isn’t meant to come off negatively. Albedo doesn’t have the fashion background to describe it, but the dress seems well-fit to Jean’s style.
A white peasant dress with a blue bodice, flowing loose around her ankles. The sleeves hang off her shoulders and puff out, much like Albedo’s. A simple chain of daisies sits on her head, a subtle statement in her golden hair.
Kaeya’s outfit is the only one he can’t recall seeing in the store. Which is strange, since Albedo has an almost photographic memory.
His pants are almost identical to Albedo’s, just black and—obviously—a size larger.
His top…
….
It’s…another white top, long sleeved and of a thinner material. There’s ruffles or ruching—Albedo doesn’t know the specific terminology—around the neckline, which, ah—
—drops, a bit low. In a v-shaped cut that ends about mid-sternum and it—
It looks good — on him. Albedo will leave it at that.
…though leaving it there would mean glossing over the corset fitted around his waist. Navy blue and secured snugly on his lower abdomen.
How can a man be so tall and yet have a waist so small, it’s just—
“So that’s where that corset went.” Lisa says, slipping into Albedo’s line of sight.
Kaeya only shrugs his shoulders, a ‘guilty as charged’ smile on his face.
“Oh, you’re lucky you got ahold of it before I could. Jean has a figure to die for, and that would’ve gone a long way in getting others to properly appreciate it.”
Albedo doesn’t miss the look of relief on Jean’s face, nor the thankful smile she shoots Kaeya over Lisa’s shoulder.
———
From then on is a blur of vibrant colors, spirited music, and brisk, autumn air.
Kaeya leads the way, for the most part. Albedo follows gladly; the last thing he wants is to lose himself in this bustling faux city. Thankfully, Kaeya’s height makes that difficult to achieve.
There are many stalls set up, lining the walking paths of the town, but the group gets only a few steps in before someone starts taking an interest in one of the shop’s wares.
Lisa is taken by the handcrafted jewelry, glass pieces that catch the light and make it dance on the dirt path. Jean’s attention is stolen a minute later by a batch of artisan wind chimes, as beautiful in craft as they are in sound. Kaeya gets stopped by a weapons display, which doesn’t entirely surprise Albedo. But the way he slowly approaches a small tray, picks up a modest, old slingshot with an expression that’s almost—wistful…
Some part of him wants to ask, but he doesn’t.
Albedo doesn’t find much interest in the shops. He browses over the items when the others choose to stop, but the clothes on his back will be a significant enough momento as is. He doesn’t find himself pausing until they’re passing by the live music.
He doesn’t stop intentionally, just steps more and more slowly, lingering beside the small amphitheater. It’s upbeat music, though not in the sort of way he’d describe any music today. The percussion is light, the strings are vibrant, and the woodwinds ring distinctly clear in the white noise of people.
He’s startled by the applause that sounds around him when the piece ends, finding himself in the middle of the group. He—didn’t expect them to leave him, but—
“You know, for as many times as I’ve come here, I can’t remember the last time I stopped to really take in the music.” Kaeya says, standing to Albedo’s left.
He meets Albedo’s eyes, then shuts his own in a smile. “Thank you for that.”
They continue walking. Albedo wonders briefly whether the heat is getting to him.
The browsing continues on like this for another mile or so before something breaks the cycle.
“Oh, would you look at that.”
The amusement is clear in Kaeya’s voice, though Albedo can’t say at what in particular. Not until Kaeya sidesteps past him and up to a hunk of wood off the side of the path.
There’s a decent amount of space around the wooden stocks, sitting in a circle of dirt beside the main road. They’re not the most popular of attractions, as far as Albedo can tell, so it’s not a problem getting their group of four situated around them.
It’s Albedo’s first time seeing something like this in person, and it’d be underwhelming if he had any expectations, but he really doesn’t. Two boards of wood with a few holes split between them. Albedo doesn’t see the appeal.
Kaeya still seems to be interested though. He fishes around in his pockets, eventually finding his phone and handing it off to Jean.
“Take a picture, would you please? I’d like to send it to Diluc. I think seeing me locked up will make his day.”
Albedo doesn’t know the circumstances, but the way Jean muffles a giggle behind her hand makes him want to.
Kaeya lifts the top piece gingerly; the hinges squeak, probably from disuse. He slots himself into place, bending at somewhat of an awkward angle to compensate for his extra height. Lisa assists in carefully repositioning the top piece before stepping back out of frame.
The first picture is all smiles. Bright and sunny in a way that completely contradicts the setting. Kaeya flashes a peace sign and Albedo has to feign a cough to cover up his laugh.
“Kaeya, you’re a prisoner,” Jean reminds behind the camera.
Kaeya’s smile drops, to what could only be called a pout, for a moment before he ‘gets into character’. Hanging his head in defeat. Gazing blearily off to the side. So dramatic — a good thing, in this circumstance, Albedo supposes.
Eventually Kaeya calls Jean over to look at the pictures. Though he chooses to remain in the stocks while he scrolls through his phone, for whatever reason. He hums his approval, saving at least a couple of the pictures Jean took to work with later.
“Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time,’ Lisa purrs, draping herself over one side of the stockade.
Kaeya sighs, overdramatic as he hangs his head once again. “Yes, of course. I’ve seen the error of my ways now.”
Albedo holds back from rolling his eyes. He can see where this is going.
“Oh? And how am I meant to believe that?” Lisa coos.
“I’ll be a model prisoner going forward.” Kaeya presses. “I’ll accept my punishments graciously and be good from here on out.”
It’s so cheesy, Albedo considers turning around and leaving. They’ll catch up eventually. But his attention is taken by a weird sound — almost like a…yip? — before he can move.
The angle Kaeya bends to fit into the stocks leaves him just about level with Albedo, so it’s easy to see when his hands tug suddenly against the wooden frame. Like the stocks intended though, he doesn’t budge.
“H-hey, wait now—“
Kaeya’s tone has changed completely. He’s dropped the prisoner act, voice going cautious, even wavering a little.
“Hm?” Lisa hums, smiling sweetly. It sets off multiple alarms in Albedo’s head, even though he’s fairly sure it’s not meant for him.
“Now, I thought you were going to be good for me?”
“Hmph—“
Again, another weird noise. This time obviously from Kaeya, muted and kept in his throat. His wrists rotate in the stocks’ hold, but there’s no slipping them out.
Albedo blinks, processing. He feels like he’s missing a piece of the puzzle.
He can see Kaeya fidgeting—trying to casually remove himself from the stocks, but the loss of his cool is visible as the seconds tick by. His jerky movements against the wood increase in frequency, until eventually his eyes shut, lips pressing together like his life depends on it.
Lisa, on the other hand, has all the cool Kaeya doesn’t. She’s still lounging lazily against the stock mount. Though it’s quite obvious now that her position was intentional, resting atop the frame to keep it shut over Kaeya’s twitching body.
Albedo doesn’t get the joke. Not until Jean intervenes.
“Oh,” Jean frets, stepping from behind Albedo to get closer to Lisa. She peeks over to get a better view of the stocks’ back side. “Don’t go too close to his back. He used to scream whenever his brother—“
“Jea-hean!”
And that one shout is all it takes to loosen the iron seal of Kaeya’s lips. The air is immediately filled with bright, bubbly giggles as Kaeya loses his grip. He tries, more than once, to bottle the sound back up, but every attempt leaves him sputtering and squeaking in failure.
Ah, so he’s ticklish.
“Oops! Sorry, Kaeya!” Jean cries, hands flying to her mouth.
Albedo takes one step to his left, adjusting his view to the back of the stocks. Where—apparently—all the action’s been happening.
Now he can see Lisa’s hand—delicate and dainty—with long, painted nails that—in this situation—must be absolutely brutal. She scribbles a fast back and forth motion up and down Kaeya’s side. Starting at the top of the corset, hugging his waist, then sliding up the curve of his side and the bony protrusions of his ribs.
The way she lingers, spidering around each divot and bone of Kaeya’s rib cage makes something sympathetic flutter in Albedo’s own chest.
With no way to hide it now, Kaeya seems to have given up on keeping his composure.
Shuffling his feet, shaking his head, and laughing entirely unfiltered. His arms pull against the wooden boards sporadically, getting especially jumpy whenever Lisa’s hands venture too high.
He can’t stop his yelp when Lisa’s hand finally does poke around his armpit, but he does lower his head, hiding the redness of his cheeks under a mane of messy blue hair.
“Oh, hun,” Lisa trails, all smiles despite—and probably because of—Kaeya’s predicament. “Don’t make her feel bad. It’s not like I didn’t know about that spot already…”
As if to prove her point, Lisa moves her hand, inching towards the expanse of Kaeya’s back. She scratches with what seems to be the slightest use of pressure yet, and it’s got Kaeya folding in on himself. Half-standing, half-crouching as his legs give out. All from one finger gently scratching along the inside of his shoulder blade.
“L-Lisahahaha! Aha! Mph—n-nohoHOHOHO!”
“No?” Lisa tilts her head. “I don’t recall prisoners getting to choose their punishment—“
She adds another finger, pressing more firmly against the bone. Kaeya’s body lurches forward. The stocks must be keeping him upright for the most part now. He shakes his head, squeaking out partially intelligible pleas and apologies between his frantic laughter.
Albedo didn’t know the back could be so ticklish, but he’s getting a first-hand account of what a very bad spot it can be.
Kaeya’s hands curl into fists, his back arching and jerking away from Lisa’s precise and deadly touch. There’s a slight wheeze to his exhale, already breathless with laughter, that pitches to a fresh whine when Lisa reaches over to mirror her touch on his opposite side.
And as entertaining as this is—truly—Albedo thinks they may be causing a scene. He’s seen at least a few people stop and laugh before continuing their stroll down the main road. Fortunately—or unfortunately, depending on perspective—Kaeya speaks up before Albedo has to.
“Okay! Okahahay! E-enou-hah! Enohohohough!” Kaeya gasps, tapping his hand against the wood desperately.
Lisa’s giggle is barely audible above Kaeya’s laughter, but she finally grants him mercy, removing her hand and stepping back from the stocks.
The hinges squeak loudly when Kaeya frees himself, arms wrapping around to hug his sides as soon as he’s able. His hands rub at the ghostly sensations, letting the last of them fade with his laughter.
It takes him a minute to unstick his arms from his torso, but, when he can, Kaeya eventually plants his hands on his hips. He attempts to glare at Lisa, but his lips are so wobbly with leftover laughter, it’s impossible to take him seriously.
Lisa definitely doesn’t, moving to ruffle his messy hair fondly.
“Wha-! No!” Kaeya squawks, batting away her hand. He tries to fix himself up, but it’s basically a lost cause at this point.
“You can’t play nice now,” Kaeya huffs, getting his hair to a moderate level of disheveled. His arms settle to cross over his chest. “Taking advantage of a poor, innocent soul like that.”
Lisa is—understandably—unphased, the remnants of a winning smile still on her face. Jean doesn’t help when she muffles a laugh into her hand. Albedo is just lucky to have mastered the art of a convincing poker face.
It’s probably why, before he can blink, Albedo has an arm resting over his shoulders. Kaeya stands firmly beside him, shooting the others a haughty look.
“I’m treating Albedo and I to a cup of mead. You two can join us when you’ve thought over what you’ve done.”
Then he turns back towards the path, dragging Albedo along with him.
———
What a strange situation to be in — with someone he’s only recently met nonetheless.
Albedo can’t possibly be feeling this comfortable around what’s practically an acquaintance. But there’s no other way to describe the ease he feels, stepping alongside Kaeya as he leads them through the fairgrounds.
It must be this feeling which prompts him to say what he does next.
“And if I decide to take advantage—?” Albedo reasons, tone light. “—of what I just learned?”
Kaeya’s arm disappears in an instant.
It snaps back, elbow pressing to his side, hand reaching around to cover a tiny portion of his back. When Albedo looks, he finds Kaeya wide-eyed and already fighting back a nervous smile. Albedo’s never seen him like this.
His laugh breaks the tension, Kaeya’s relieved chuckle following suit.
“Don’t worry,” Albedo smiles, taking up their earlier stroll. Kaeya quickly falls into step beside him. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
Not to say that Kaeya would always be safe from Albedo but — that’s an experiment for another day.
I feel like Hanako would be really ticklish, but embarrassed about it. Like, you know how he was so shy about telling Nene and Kou that he liked donuts? (probably because he wasn't used to people wanting to know things about him lol). I think he'd be that exact same way about being ticklish :>
Kou and Mitsuba have tickle fights all the time. Kou is more ticklish than Mitsuba in my opinion but there are spots on Mitsuba that will have him down in seconds. Kou is really open about loving tickles especially with him. Mitsuba likes to pretend he doesn’t like it to make Kou tickle him. Hope you’re doing well! 💖
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