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[kiritkl]

gonna come up with a bunch of fic ideas tmrw and slowly make them into full-length fics throughout january as a new years resolution

[kiritkl]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Ticklish Massage

Lee!Midoriya | Ler!Kirishima Foot-focused tickling

Summary: Midoriya complains about his feet aching from training, so Kirishima decides to offer up some help. However, Kirishima's curiosity gets the best of him.

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“A what..?’ 

Midoriya raised a brow.

“A massage! You said your feet hurt, right?” Kirishima gleefully replied, a grin on his face.

The green-headed boy thought for a moment, then soon after agreed. After all, how could he pass it up? His soles ached like hell from training so hard - he needed a remedy, quick.

“Alrighty, give ‘em here!” Kirishima held his hands out, signaling to his friend that he was ready to go.

Midoriya thanked him before placing his ankles in his hands. The redhead nodded, “No worries! I’m always here to help, man!”

Kirishima began the massage by suddenly drilling his two thumbs into the top pads of Midoriya’s left foot. He moved his thumbs in circular movements, completely unaware of how it was affecting his friend.

Midoriya nearly bit his tongue trying to keep his laughter inside his mouth. His cheeks held bubbles inside of them, ready to pop and release all of his cute giggles at any moment.

Kirishima glanced over at Midoriya, to see him gripping onto the floor’s carpet and mending his lips shut. He sensed something was off, but continued with his massage.

The boy’s next destination was Midoriya’s arch. He again, used two thumbs to circularly massage into the rather smooth skin. This time, when he looked over at Midoriya, he spotted his fists banging on the floor, as his lips trembled.

“Somethin’ wrong, Midoriya..?” Kirishima worriedly asked, not putting two and two together. He kept massaging Midoriya’s arch, not a care in the world.

“Oh- N…noho-nothing…” Midoriya replied, letting a singular giggle slip. He hoped that Kirishima didn’t hear it, otherwise, he’d probably realize what was going on.

“Oh…ya sure?” Kirishima brushed a finger against Midoriya’s toes - hoping he could prove a past suspicion. 

Midoriya giggled, throwing his hands out to try and stop Kirishima’s finger from going anywhere else. However, Kirishima had already pulled the boy’s ankles into an armlock.

“Ohoho, I knew it! Our little friend is ticklish on his feet! How adorable!” Kirishima teased, fluttering a few fingers against both of Midoriya’s soles.

“No, I’m not!- Ah- stahahahap!” Midoriya chuckled, covering his face. He was afraid this would happen!

“Oh, c’mon…it’s alright to be ticklish,” Kirishima replied, scribbling a finger beneath Midoriya’s toes. He knew how ticklish his friend was from past experiences, so there was no point in trying to hide it.

“Wait!- NohOHOHoh! I cahan’t tahahAHAHEHEhehahake ihit!” Midoriya squealed, thrashing his legs around to no avail. Kirishima’s grip was too strong - he wasn’t escaping anytime soon.

If it weren’t for Kirishima’s love of cute laughter and giggles, this would’ve been done from the start. But how could he resist hearing Midoriya’s sweet laughter?! A simple answer - he couldn’t.

Kirishima raked five of his fingers up and down Midoriya’s feet, starting at the balls, swiftly moving up to the pads, and then making a stop at the toes to tease them. Then, moving back down the pads and so forth. 

Midoriya was done for. He was basically howling with laughter, trying to reach Kirishima’s back to punch him or something. P.S., it didn’t work. It only gave Kirishima more of a reason to tickle him.

“Y’know, a little birdie told me that your thighs were ticklish…” Kirishima hummed. He looked over at Midoriya, who looked like he’d seen a ghost.

“Whohoho tohold you thahat?!” 

“Why’re you still laughing? I’m not even ticklin’ you!” Kirishima chuckled. “Hm, maybe I should check your thighs just to make sure.”

Midoriya yelped when Kirishima pounced on his waist, straddling him. He sat facing Midoriya’s thighs so that he could have full access to the supposedly ticklish area. He quickly began to squeeze the tops of his knees, causing him to writhe around, desperate to escape this ticklish nightmare.

Kirishima then pinched the insides of Midoriya’s thighs. This drove Midoriya crazy, to the point where his face turned red and a singular tear went down his cheek.

Kirishima turned around to see this and giggled. “Too ticklish for your own good, huh?” He asked, getting off of the boy and helping him up on his feet.

Midoriya rubbed his soles on the carpet. He still felt like he was being tickled by Kirishima. 

The redhead gave Midoriya a pat on the back and offered him an actual foot massage if he was still hurting. The boy was smart and decided to do it himself. He knew Kirishima would pull something sneaky again.

[kiritkl]

Loser!

Lee!Bakugo | Ler!Kirishima

Summary: Bakugo thinks he's an invincible force when it comes to playing games with Kirishima. He makes a stupid bet and lives to regret it - or not.

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“Yeah, loser! I told you I’d win! Bakugo exclaimed, throwing his controller in the air. Kirishima frowned. Why wasn’t he doing as well as usual with these video games that he and Bakugo were playing?

Usually, he’d destroy anybody who’d challenge him. However, Bakugo had been the one defeating Kirishima every single round. Bakugo was so sure of his capabilities to win another round, that he’d offered up a challenge.

“If I lose this next round, I’ll let you tickle me for five minutes straight. Got it?”

Kirishima’s eyes widened. Was Bakugo serious? Kirishima knew how ticklish the boy was, and was sure that he would never offer something like this up. Was Bakugo sick or something?!

“Got it,” Kirishima nodded, grabbing his controller and preparing to beat Bakugo’s ass in this next round. It would be difficult, but he had more motivation than ever before.

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Player 1 wins!

Bakugo looked to the side to see Kirishima with a grin on his face. Who might player one be? None other than Kirishima himself.

“Hah…alright, let’s do two out of three,” Bakugo tried to get himself out of this situation, but Kirishima had already leaped on top of him, straddling his thighs.

“Hey! Get the hell off! Fuhuck!” 

Kirishima drilled his thumbs into Bakugo’s hips, eliciting a sweet laugh from his lips. He writhed around vigorously, trying his best to escape.

“You said five minutes, right? I still have four minutes and forty-five seconds left!” The redhead teased.

He kept one hand on Bakugo’s hips, letting the other one venture deep beneath his shirt and onto his sides. That one hand latched onto Bakugo’s ticklish flank and wiggled its fingers, not letting up a single inch.

“Gah!- NoHOHOHoho! Kihirishihima! StoHOHAHAHOhop ihit!” The blond howled.

Kirishima giggled at the sight of Bakugo’s pinkish cheeks. It seemed as if he was blushing. “Do you like this?” Kirishima cooed, moving both of his hands onto the boy’s ribs. All ten of his fingers drilled into his ticklish ribcage, raking up and down, making sure they could feel each ribbone that he had.

Bakugo laid his head back and shrieked, kicking his legs and shaking his hips. He thought to himself how much he hated being tickled - but for some reason, he was enjoying it today. Perhaps it was because it was Kirishima who was tickling him, but either way, he purposefully stopped trying to resist.

Kirishima grabbed Bakugo’s wrists - which was an accomplishment - and held them above his head with one hand. He had a smirk on his face as he snuck a hand underneath Bakugo’s arm, now clawing all five of his fingers across the ticklish pit.

Bakugo was in hell. This was the most tickling he’d ever had to endure in his life. “OhohOHOkahaAHAY! It’s bEHEHEheen fihive mihiHAHAhinutes!”

Kirishima looked at the clock and realized that it had been six minutes. He didn’t say anything, though. He got off of Bakugo and quickly stood up, ready to defend himself if Bakugo tried to get revenge - which he didn’t, surprisingly.

Bakugo chuckled and grabbed his controller, ready for another round. This time, he was surely going to beat Kirishima. Or, was he going to lose on purpose again..?

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Laughter is Beautiful

Lee!Dan Heng | Ler!Argenti & March 7th

Summary: Argenti notices a bruise on Dan Heng and accidentally tickles Dan Heng - revealing his ticklishness. He decides that he wants to hear more of his friends' laughter.

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Dan Heng lowered his head, eyes focused on his lap. He tapped his feet against the Astral Express’s floor, creating a rhythmic beat to his liking.

Hours had passed. Around four to be exact. And Argenti just kept rambling about how beautiful joy is—smiling, too. He claimed that he urges everyone around him to smile at least twelve times a day, which would now include everyone on the Astral Express.

He’d already gotten March and Welt on board. Then was Himeko, Caelus, and even Pom-Pom. But Dan Heng was difficult, and Argenti knew that, so he saved him for last.

“Do you understand the benefits of smiling, Dan Heng? It’s a positive action! Don’t you just adore positivity?” The redhead would’ve gone on and on had Dan Heng not interrupted him.

He raised his head and sighed, replying: “Yes, positivity is much adored by me. However, I adore silence a little bit more.”

Argenti chuckled, placing a hand on the annoyed man’s shoulder. He hadn’t caught on to what he was implying and assumed that he was cracking a joke.

“Ah! See? I’ve just laughed, and my mood has therefore been boosted positively! Thank you, Dan Heng, since you are the one who is responsible for my laughter.”

“You’re welcome.”

Argenti kept his hand on Dan Heng’s shoulder, inspecting the man’s neck. It was unclear why, but it seemed that the knight was intrigued by something. He moved his hand onto Dan Heng’s neck. Dan Heng swatted at Argenti’s hand, to which the man pulled it back into his lap.

He swiftly apologized and began to explain what he was doing.

“I had spotted a strange mark on the side of your neck…it worried me! So, I tried to examine it further by touching it. I apolo-,”

“It’s alright. Just ask next time.” Dan Heng’s reply was short and quick. However, he did appreciate Argenti’s concern.

“Well…may I?” Argenti asked, raising a hand to his neck, but not touching it yet.

Dan Heng was silent for a few moments.

“Ah, alright. I apologize again if I made you upset. Thank you for listening to my-,” Argenti was interrupted once again. Surprising! It seemed like his rambling session was about to wrap up, but Dan Heng was about to make it go on for even longer.

“No need to apologize. And yes, you may. It’s just a shallow bruise…not sure how I got it.”

Argenti’s eyes widened as if he’d never seen a bruise before. He was about to interrogate Dan Heng, asking if he was alright and if he could do anything to help, but he didn’t want to come off as overbearing.

The knight extended a finger onto Dan Heng’s bruise. He slid it across the border, drawing a circle shape around the purple-ish patch of skin. Argenti could feel Dan Heng tense up.

“I apologize, I can sense that you’re feeling uncomfortable.”

Dan Heng shook his head in disagreement.

“That wasn’t discomfort, I just got the chills for some reason,” Dan Heng lied. He had tensed up, but not because he was afraid or anything. It was because of something a bit more light and playful. Something that he prayed Argenti wouldn’t discover. He began to imagine all the rambling he’d do about it if he did…

Argenti nodded and continued to trace the bruise on Dan Heng’s neck. He hummed and took notes on the shape and color. Had he never seen a bruise before..? Surely he had to since he’s a knight. Perhaps this was just a sudden burst of curiosity.

Dan Heng’s heart skipped a beat when Argenti slid a finger from his bruise, down to his collarbone. He clamped his head down to his shoulder and almost giggled. He caught himself just before he was about to expose his secret.

“Is something wrong? Or is this just another series of chills?” Argenti questioned, raising a brow. He became suspicious of Dan Heng…surely chills don’t cause these types of reactions.

Argenti lifted Dan Heng’s head with his finger and spoke: “Is there something you aren’t telling me?”

The suspicious knight took his finger and lightly dragged it against Dan Heng’s jawline, traveling beneath his chin. Dan Heng’s face grew red as Argenti teasingly ticked the spot beneath his chin with a single finger.

“What are you doing? Stop it, now! Eheh, I said stohahop!” Dan Heng giggled, once more bringing his chin down to his neck, trying to defend the underside of his chin from Argenti’s sneaky tickles.

That worked only for a moment. Argenti chuckled at Dan Heng’s weak attempt and used both of his hands to send fingers across the sides of his neck. They fluttered against the sensitive skin, causing Dan Heng to giggle even more.

“Ahah, ahargentiheh! Get away!” Dan Heng pushed Argenti’s hands away from his neck. The man decided to help Dan Heng out and remove them himself. But, this wasn’t the end.

“How wonderful…you laughed! Well, giggled. You have such beautiful giggles, Dan Heng,” Argenti was grinning from ear to ear. He had successfully made Dan Heng laugh, or as Argenti would say, giggle.

The two men sat in silence for a few moments. Dan Heng was embarrassed out of his mind because of how ticklish he was. And to make it even worse, Argenti knew it too.

Argenti was silent for a different reason. He was creating a plan to excavate even more laughter from his ticklish friend!

The redhead had finished making his plan. With Dan Heng looking away from embarrassment, this would be the perfect time to attack.

Argenti gently grabbed Dan Heng’s thigh, squeezing the inside sector. Dan Heng yelped and tried to push the hand away from his thigh, but Argenti was a bit stronger, so it didn’t work.

“You don’t like this, Dan Heng? Laughter is beautiful! Give in and laugh!” Argenti spoke, now pinching all around Dan Heng’s thighs.

“I can’t laugh because I’m nohot ticklish! Nohow stop!”

Argenti leaned close to Dan Heng’s face, catching the man off guard. While he was surprised, Argenti straddled his waist and began to chuckle.

“My friend, being ticklish is such a silly thing to deny! The proof of your sensitivity is your laughter–which there is no shortage of…” Argenti spoke, lightly kneading Dan Heng’s waist.

Dan Heng covered his face, hiding his pink cheeks and his large smile. The man was conflicted - should he swat at Argenti’s hands, or keep his blushing a secret? Soon, this wouldn’t even be a question. Argenti snatched Dan Heng’s wrists and held them with one hand above his head.

Argenti teased the man beneath him by slowly inching his hand closer and closer to his armpits, but then pulling them away and repeating. The anticipation drove Dan Heng crazy. He knew that his most ticklish spot was about to be wrecked, but he had hope that Argenti would stop his antics before it got to that.

“Question: How much would you laugh…if I tickled you here?” Argenti asked, poking Dan Heng’s armpit with one finger. He left it there to linger afterward, as a reminder that he wasn’t even near finished. 

Dan Heng bit his lip and writhed around. He was so close to letting out a stream of giggles. 

Argenti dug his fingers into the man’s armpit, causing him to lay his head back and howl with laughter. He wiggled all ten of his fingers inside of Dan Heng’s ticklish hollows, not giving him a single break.

“AHAhahargeheHEHehenti! I cahant taHAHAHOHOhake ihit!” Dan Heng couldn’t form proper words at this point. Only giggles and laughter, with one or two actual words every so often.

Argenti clawed gently at his sides, prepared to end his shenanigans…that was until March 7th walked in! She caught sight of what was happening and happily joined in, not even needing to be asked.

“MahaHARAHAHAharch?! WhahaHOHAHAhat ahare you dohohoing?”

March had sat by Dan Heng’s legs, pulling his ankles into an armlock. She scribbled her fingers against his bare soles, not saying a single word. Just smiling, carefree, as if she wasn’t about to make somebody cry from laughter. She moved beneath his toes, too. This made Dan Heng turn into a ticklish mess, even more than he was before.

Argenti had tapped out for the day, getting off of Dan Heng’s waist. But March continued to scratch her nails across his arches and soles.

Dan Heng finally was able to pull his feet from March’s grasp since Argenti had gotten up. He watched March’s face turn nervous, with a playful smile. He pounced, ready to get his revenge on somebody who hadn’t even begun this entire fiasco!

Argenti crept out of the room, glad that he’d escaped tickled-free.

[kiritkl]

restarted genshin and all i can think about is finally getting to inazuma.

thoma and ayato and gorou and itto and kazuha and well everyone 😍😍😍

[kiritkl]

Cheer Up

Lee!Diluc | Ler!Kaeya

Summary: Diluc is having some troublesome thoughts, so Kaeya attempts to cheer him up!

Diluc washed the last dirty cup of the day and put it away in a cabinet behind the bar. He considered pouring himself a glass of something, mostly as a reward for all of his hard work today. He was the only one tending to the tavern since all his employees had coincidently been sick today.

Wiping a drop of sweat off of his forehead, Diluc took a seat at a table. His thoughts clouded his head. They weren’t joyous thoughts, to say the least. They were quite negative. He wouldn’t have to dwell on them for too long though.

“Ah, there you are.”

Diluc whipped his head toward the door to see Kaeya stepping into the tavern. He had a grin on his face, from ear to ear. Diluc scoffed.

“Something wrong? Wouldn’t expect to see you here at this time.” Diluc cut his eyes to the clock– it was nearly midnight. He turned his back to Kaeya and began tapping his fingers on the table.

Kaeya chuckled, pulling out a seat and sitting beside Diluc. “Not necessarily. Well, I would count seeing my brother up this late as wrong. You should be elsewhere…perhaps a bed, no?”

“I had more work to do than usual. I was just about to head out, anyway.”

Kaeya mumbled something under his breath, then spoke more clearly: “Doesn’t seem like it.”

Diluc took a deep breath – one that you take when someone is getting on your nerves – and replied: “I don’t care what it seems like.”

Kaeya frowned. At first, he spoke teasingly because he could sense that Diluc was in a bad mood. He figured it might make him laugh, or giggle, but that wasn’t the case.

The two sat in an awkward silence for a few moments before Diluc spoke up.

“I should get going now.” He stood up but was interrupted by an excited Kaeya.

“Hold it! Sit back down! I just had the most wonderful idea.”

Diluc shut his eyes and bit his tongue. He was about to say something he shouldn’t, but he controlled himself and sat. “What?”

“Well…you seem to be in a bit of a…a…a sad mood?” Kaeya didn’t want to further Diluc’s mood, so he tried to find a more minor synonym for depressed.

Diluc didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to either. It was obvious that he was sad about something. Kaeya didn’t know what it was, but he didn’t like seeing his brother like this. They may not have been on the best of terms, but they still cared about each other.

“So, I figured I’d cheer you up like I used to do when we were kids!” Kaeya exclaimed, reaching for Diluc’s sides and squeezing them as quickly as he could. Diluc was fast to swat them away, but he couldn’t keep himself from smiling.

“See! You can smile.” Kaeya cheered. He wasn’t done though. He carefully extended his arms and grabbed Diluc’s wrists. This was a hard task, but Kaeya made it seem easy. He had lots of experience from their childhood, though. Kaeya then kept Diluc’s hand above his head with one hand, letting his free hand tickle the redhead’s exposed armpit.

Diluc shrieked and kicked his legs under the table. He tried to keep his reactions to a minimum, such as wiggling and squirming around. Doing this would likely scoot some tables and chairs all around, meaning he’d have to set them right again.

Diluc was in an interesting situation. He could either bear the tickling and not create another mess to clean up, or he could give in and fall out of his chair. He wanted so badly to choose the first option, but when Kaeya pinched at a certain spot on his ribs, he yelped and hit the floor.

Kaeya followed him, still holding up his wrists. “Diluc! Have you gotten even more ticklish over the years?” He chuckled, straddling his brother's waist.

“Behehe quiehehehet!” Diluc giggled.

Kaeya teasingly responded: “Wow…telling your brother to be quiet? Maybe you deserve this more than I thought.”

He wiggled all five of his fingers in between Diluc’s ribs, making sure to tickle every single bone he could feel. Diluc laid his head back and howled with laughter. He didn’t realize how ticklish he was until now…

“Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

Diluc writhed beneath his brother, feeling his face become warm when he heard the teases.

“GeheHEHEhet off ohoHOHOF MEhehe! Nohohow!” He demanded.

“And what authority do you hold to make such demands?” Kaeya hummed, letting Diluc’s wrists go. He did this so that he could have an extra hand for tickling.

Kaeya shot both of his hands beneath his brothers shirt, scribbling across his belly and waist with vigor - determined to make him laugh a bit more.

“I swehehear to- ahAHAH STOhohahahoHOhop it! I beheHEHeheg!” Diluc became weak when Kaeya dug his fingers into a certain spot on his belly. It was right beneath his navel.

Diluc felt like he was going to tear up if he was tickled like this for any longer!

“KahaAHAHahaeya!” Diluc shouted. Kaeya smirked, letting his brother go and sitting back in his chair.

Diluc laid on the floor, trying to catch his breath. Kaeya started to giggle at the pathetic sight.

“We aren’t kids anymore…surely you shouldn’t be that ticklish! Toughen up!” He laughed.

Even Diluc had begun to smile. It was natural and not from being tickled. Kaeya saw this and felt pleased. He had succeeded in making his brother feel better.

The two shared a drink and engaged in small-talk for a bit, before wrapping the night up and heading home.

Diluc had to admit, he was glad that Kaeya had come around. It made his night ten times better.

[kiritkl]

argenti obsession incoming

thinking of how he would skillfully tickle someone in order to get all types of laughter from them since he probably thinks laughter is beautiful

p.s. i don’t play hsr 😭