#lee!azul

[hanksposts]

HALLUR congrats on 50 followers, im sooooo tired rn but may i req just anything octotrio, lee azul :3 thankkkkk uuu i go back to sleep now

Hope you got a good sleep

You can't really see Azul's face cuz he's too good at hiding it. Floyd is here just for support

Requests open ’till 8th July!

[tickle-me-pinka]

Hiii! Can we get lee!Azul and Ler!Floyd and Jade? :3

Ty!

ofc you can!! :p

i gotta be real honest with you, the wip of this drawing took more than 3 hours to make-

idk why, ig i was really struggling with this one lol???- ( ;´･ω･`)

but anyways, enjoy your fish boys!! (＾∀＾)

[lilaccfeathers]

🐙 🎉 Happy Birthday Azul!🎉 🐙

[malleusthinksugay]

Lee! Azul, Ler! Floyd and Jade

I love him, so he must suffer.

Crowley was planning a banquet for the students to show his "generosity" as he said in his hour long speech, the food was supplied mostly by the Mostro Lounge, Azul saw it as a good way to get money from Crowley.

But a sinking feeling bothered him, there woukd be food, a lot of food, what if he over eats? In front of everyone? He'd look like a pig, and he could gain weight. The sudden idea made him frown.

Later, after assisting Riddle in setting up the tables and chairs, ensuring every student had a place to be in the large stadium. Azul had left to his own room quarters.

He admits, hes been more relaxed on his dietary, but he was still careful, he lifted his shirt, staring judgmentally at his own reflection, he squeezed his stomach, scowling at the extra skin.

"Maybe I could skip a few meals, just to flatten out before the feast. No one has noticed me toss away food before, I'll just do it aagin." Azul huffed, still staring at himself.

His mind flashed, that chubby, slow, octopus child, crying as others laughed and joked at him. Hiding in shame, he wasn't enough, wasn't powerful enough. He wouldn't lose that control again, he won't be weak again.

His thoughts were snapped at a voice. "Azuuuulll! We're back, Goldfishie got all mad, so boring~"

Floyd walked in, stopping at the door. Azul shoved his shirt fown and forced in a grin. "Ah! Floyd! Welcome back, I wasn't expecting your return so soon. Normally you bother others for a while, where is Jade?"

Floyd raised a curious eyebrow, his smile faded as he glanced at the standing mirror and then Azul, "What were you doing?" He questioned, stepping closer. "Oh- uh- just... ahem." Azul cleared his throat, putting on his business face. He walked over and sat on the couch by the coffee table. "Just was preparing, making sure everything was fit for the dinner Headmaster is planning."

Floyd gave a doubtful stare, silent for an uncomfortable amount of time. Floyd known Azul for a long time, remembering the scared octopus he found. He stepped closer and sat beside Azul.

"Everything okay?"

"Of course! Why wouldn't it be, Floyd? I just-"

"Liar."

Floyd cutting him off made Azul hesitant. Azul knew how to lie, he did many times, but the tone of Floyd, the normally relaxed and goofy eel made him freeze. Floyd shifted closer.

"You gotta stop worrying so much, you ain't gonna become a elephant because you ate some food." He jabbed Azul's side, earning a odd huff sound. "I-I know that! I just- I wanna look my best, and I–"

Azul was cut off again as Floyd suddenly tackled him to the couch, Azul was strong, very strong, but the utter shock made him freeze. His glasses were knocked off to the side, hitting the floor.

"Wha-? FLOYD! G-get off me! This is not appropriate-" Azul scolded, Floyd ignored his yells and lifted his shirt. Azul eyes widened and his cheeks dusted a pink hue.

"You gotta stop measuring so much, Azul. Look, a perfect little belly, all round and squishy~" Floyd gave a toothy grin, his hand reached up, squeezing the side of the octopus belly. Azul squeaked, covering his mouth.

"Flohoyd-! Stop that!"

"Still so giggly! Does it tickle, Azul? Tickle, tickle, tickle?~"

Azul squirmed, albeit half heartedly. Tilting his head back. "Snrk-! Stoohop it! Floyd- I gehet it! Cut it out!"

Floyd just grinned, "Oh? You 'get it'? Get what? That no one cares if you let yourself enjoy some food? Or that we still love you regardless if you're little round? Hm?"

Azul face flushed, "Shut up! I just- I.. I just don't want to be him again... that child.."

Floyd stared. He suddenly dug his fingers into Azul's belly, "You're being so gloomy, Azul~ c'mon, smile!"

Azul yelped, his attention being snagged away from the memories of his childhood. He squirmed and twisted, trying to push away Floyds wiggly fingers. The door creaked open.

"Floyd? Azul?" Jade called out, his eyes drifted to the lumps on the couch.

"Jahahade! Help me! Get your brohother!" Azul squeaked out.

"Hiii, Jadey! Azul was being all sad, so I decided to cheer him up!" Floyd grinned, wiggling his fingers, making Azul snort again.

Jade stared for a moment, a polite smile grew on his face, he walked towards the couch. Reaching jis hands out and snagged Azul's wrist, forcing them above his head, he carefully sat down on his arms.

"Noohoho! Jade! You traitor!"

"Saldy, I have to agree with Floyd, sir. You shouldn't frown so much, its not good for business." Jade smiled, his fingers finding Azul's ribs, wiggling into the bone.

"Gahahahahaa! Haaha nohoho! Jahahade!" Azul wriggled, burying his reddened face in his arms, Floyd grinned and kept squeezing his belly. "Look Jade, hes so squishy and soft!"

Floyd did a spidering tickle on Azuls belly, electing a shrill of giggles. "Indeed, Floyd. Rather ticklish for a octopus."

"C-cuhut it ohout! Ahaahaha- aahhaa! I hahate you twoho! Eheehhe!" Azul glared, but his laughter made him look goofy instead.

"I'm hungry, Azul. You look tasy~" Floyd snickered, leaning down to nibble Azul's belly, careful not to bite him.

Azul giggled and thrashed, squeezing his eyes shut. "Nahahahho! Ahahahaha! Ahah- aha!"

Jade fingers travled on his ribs, slowly tracing to his underarms. "Nahhah- nahaoo- jade! Haahaa!"

"I'm hardly touching you, Azul. Did Floyd break you already?" He teased, fluttering his fingers. "Anahahahaa! Ahahahaha stoooop! Haahaaa you two are dehehemons!" Azul hunched his shoulders ad Jade poked his neck.

Floyd giggled, his fingers spidering on Azuls belly. Jade fingers wondered back to his ribs, scratching softly between the bones.

Jade could see Azul was getting near his limit, "Floyd. Perhaps we should close this deal with the final process."

Floyd grinned mischievously, he pulled back, letting Azul catch his breath. Floyd lifted Azul's shirt to his chest, he held his hips down and inhaled. Azuls eyes widened.

"Whahat- nohhoo!"

Before he coukd protest, Floyd blew a raspberry on his belly, Jade made sure his arms stayed down.

"AAHAHAAHA! HAHAH- NOHUHUHU- HUU! AHAAHAHA FLOHOHOYYDD PLEHEHEHEASE!" Azul arched, kicking the air uselessly. His face a warm red that covered his cheeks, his eyes watery.

Eventually the twins let up and pulled back. Azul laid back on the couch, catching his breath. Jade got up and grabbed some water from the kitchen, returning to handed it to Azul once he sat up.

"You better now, grumpy?" Floyd teased, wrapping Azul in a hug, who was too tired to pull away.

"Yeah, yeah." Azul huffed, taking a sip of the water before setting it down on the table. Jade sat beside him. "Do you require any food? I can cook something quick if you would like." Jade offered.

Azul leaned against Floyd, feeling the strength to be annoyed leaving him. "No. Maybe later, but... thanks." Azul muttered. Jade gave a nod, Floyd reached iver and forced him in the cuddle pile, pressing Azul between the two.

"Thanks... both of you..." Azul muttered, slowly closing his eyes. For once his kind quiet, not thinking of his past self, not worrying about the banquet, his body. Just thinking of the two warm bodies cuddling him.

"Anytime, Azul~" Floyd smiled.

"Glad to help, Azul." Jade smiled.

The Trio slowly drifted to sleep on the couch. They can deal with things in the morning.

[anzynai]

now you’re my everything (i was lonely)

Azul x Jamil (TWST)

a/n: oh my gosh. guys i truly locked in for this one. anyway. this is my birthday fic and who would i write if not for azujami. MY LOVES. this fic is so long for a fic thats meant to be about tickling. but i think its still pretty good. at least i had a great time writing it. ANYWAYS!!!! i love these two losers so much, i think i wrote them well enough but sorry if they are ooc 😭😭 ENJOY <33333

summary: three times jamil accidentally tickled azul and one time he did it on purpose.

word count: 4.3k (my NEW longest fic.. this keeps happening guys)

warnings: tickling ofc. lots of kissing. feelings. LOTS of feelings tbh.. angst, but fluff ofc. VERY minor spoilers to books 3 and 4

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one.

Azul was aware of how much of a loser he looked like right now. Feeling giddy, unable to keep the smile that stretched across his face when Jamil locked fingers with him, but he couldn’t help it!

Maybe it was a bit silly of him to be so happy over mere handholding, but affection had always been something long out of his grasp ever since he was young. These types of things had always meant much more to Azul than most people would think.

“Gross, stop smiling like that,” Jamil rolls his eyes, but his smile on his face gives him away. Azul smiles more in response.

“Oh, but I’m just so happy, you know?” Azul says, not even bothering to hide it. It was the first time that they had ever held hands. Their relationship was still fresh, less than a month long, but both were so awkward that it seemed even getting to this point was hard for each of them. It’s weird getting to a point of being comfortable with touch when you spent months pining over each other where Azul was pretending it was for ulterior motives and Jamil was pretending he hated him. Clearly, neither were true, but because of that physical touch was still something a bit foreign between them. And yet, Azul had daydreamed about it more times than he could count, so excuse him for being a little giddy about it.

“You almost sound like you’ve been wanting to hold my hand for a while,” Jamil adds, chuckling. Azul looks away. Did Jamil also have a secret mind reading ability that he hadn’t known about?

“That’s nonsense. It’s just handholding.”

“And yet, you’re here all smiley and happy about it.”

Azul said nothing and he hears a breathy laugh from the other, and he finds his smile return to his face.

That is, until Jamil’s fingers start tracing along the lines of Azul’s palm. Azul gasps, but hides it with a cough, and it seems as though Jamil is none the wiser. This sensation though…

He doesn’t want to let go of Jamil’s hand quite yet, but to admit to Azul that the feeling of him grazing his finger across his palm was ticklish just may be worse.

Azul swallowed, grateful that he had already been smiling. Especially now because he doesn’t think he could have kept it down if he tried. It was ticklish, yes, but fortunately, he didn’t feel the urge to laugh, so he decided to just endure and hope Jamil didn’t notice a thing.

two.

Azul and Jamil were kissing. Now, they had kissed before but none of it had ever been more than a peck on the lips, never lasting longer than a second.

Despite it being so short, Azul never cherished them any less. But this? This was different. They had never gotten much free time to be themselves and when they were, there was often a nosy Jade or Floyd, or even sometimes Kalim around the corner. But now, in the darkest of the night in Azul’s room, it was just the two of them alone, basking in the presence of one another. They had talked, joked, the like, but then they moved closer when there were no more words to be said. They leaned in when the silence stretched on. Azul had expected to pull away as soon as it happened, but Jamil had held his face, smashing their lips together, almost desperate in his movements.

This was so much better than Azul could have ever imagined, he thinks, as he gasps when Jamil bites his lip.

It stings, but just barely, and feels much better than any of the dreams he had about it. Jamil licks over where he had just bit Azul and Azul uses that as an opportunity to deepen the kiss.

He can feel Jamil smirk against his lips and he feels his own lips quirk up against his will. Jamil starts roaming his body, hands exploring every nook and crevice of his neck, his back, his waist.

Azul’s lips quirk up more, much more against his will, at the ticklish sensation, but the feeling is bearable, so he doesn’t stop Jamil. Instead, his hands start traveling across Jamil’s body as well, just feeling. He doesn’t know if he could ever get enough of this, as Jamil continues to kiss him and Azul returns the kiss just as passionately.

He thinks he feels Jamil twitch at certain spots when Azul touches them, but he doesn’t do anything because he knows he is too. He definitely notes it down for later, though.

When Azul, embarrassingly enough, has half of his tongue in Jamil’s mouth, he lets out a loud shriek. Jamil’s hands had found their way to his hips and he had not been ready for it at all. Azul’s hands reflexively find their way to Jamil's, moving them away. Jamil pulls back.

“What happened?”

“...Nothing.” Azul had been thinking about nothing during the last few minutes of them kissing and he could not gather a response, no matter how much he had wished for it.

Jamil thinks, then seems to come to some sort of realization. Azul resists the urge to squirm underneath Jamil’s gaze. With a glint in his eyes, he asks, ‘Are you ticklish?”

“What? No– of course not,” Azul exclaims, offended that Jamil was absolutely correct. Jamil looks at him disbelievingly.

“Right, I never pegged you as the type, but I guess it makes sense,” Jamil says, and Azul is frantically looking for excuses in his head. This absolutely cannot happen. Jamil would never let him live it down.

“It doesn’t make sense, because it’s not true.” Azul was good at making a poker face. He was sure that anyone else would have been convinced by now, but apparently, Jamil had known him well enough to catch him on his lies, because his expression has not changed since he first made the realization.

“Right… so you just reacted over nothing for no reason? It’s okay to be ticklish, you know.” Jamil chuckles, but Azul knows it’s a trap. He was not going to fall for it.

“There was a reason, I told you!”

“Because it tickled?”

“No–”

three.

The third time Jamil accidentally tickled Azul was when they were dancing. Azul had known that Jamil loved dancing, so he made the twins help him plan a date at the Mostro Lounge where the two could share a nice meal then dance to music afterwards.

The dinner was nice. It was curry, a food he knew to be Jamil’s favorite. He had spent hours the night before making sure the recipe was perfect before he and the twins made it. There was nothing wrong with it and he couldn’t help the swell of pride when Jamil ate the food with a poorly concealed look of delight.

They talked about everything and anything that came to mind. Azul always loved a chance to learn more about his partner and vice versa. Though Jamil was less open to admitting it than Azul was, although it was obvious by the way Jamil always seemed to remember the things Azul had told him, even if it was just in passing.

Later, Jamil had teased him over dinner about going through such lengths for someone like him, and Azul had adamantly refused and declared that Jamil deserved that and much more.

Jamil had responded by standing and holding his hand out for Azul to take. Azul patted his mouth with a napkin before taking Jamil’s hand. The two of them walked towards the middle of the room, which was spacious enough to be a dancefloor, even if it weren’t the intended purpose.

The Mostro Lounge had a piano, but it also had a record player that could play all sorts of music. Azul enjoyed classical jazz so that was most often played in the Lounge. The music, this time, was a more magical, upbeat sound, with violins and pianos and such. It was a beautiful song, really, one that Azul had liked ever since he first heard of it.

Jamil liked all sorts of dance, and even now, he seems ecstatic to be on the dance floor, guiding Azul. Naturally, Jamil took the lead, which Azul found himself not minding it all that much. Normally, in other cases, he would have fought Jamil to be the one in charge, but well.. Dancing was a separate matter. He had the basics of dance down, not keen on humiliating himself if he ever found himself in a situation where he had to dance in public, but he was still getting used to being on land. It was normal for him to be a bit flimsy on his feet at times.

Jamil and Azul’s hands are intertwined, as Azul puts his left hand over Jamil’s shoulder. In turn, Jamil’s hand was on his waist. Although Azul knew he definitely wasn’t going to win any awards for his dancing skills anytime soon, Jamil was good enough for the two of them, swinging the two of them around with practiced grace.

When Azul steps on Jamil’s foot, Jamil lets out a laugh and Azul scoffs indignantly.

“It seems I’m always finding more things that crack your perfect persona,” Jamil says, and Azul rolls his eyes.

“I never claimed to be perfect,” Azul mutters, trying not to look down at the ground too much.

“You once tried to manipulate dice throws so that you could guarantee games of luck.”

“And that’s just dedication, Jamil. Nothing about being perfect.” Jamil chuckles at that again and Azul finds his heart momentarily stopped.

“I think it’s admirable,” Jamil admits, and Azul looks him in the eyes, a bit surprised at the sudden sincerity.

“Is that so?” He swallows, trying to feign nonchalance, but Jamil doesn’t pay any heed to that anyway.

“You’re very hardworking. It’s admirable.” Jamil looks down, looking bashful, and Azul smiles.

“I could say the same to you,” Azul replies. The conversation ends there, but the dance becomes more passionate as they dance around to the beat of the song. Seven, Azul wonders what they looked like right now, if they looked as beautiful as the music they danced to.

That is, until Jamil tries to dip Azul down. Azul feels a bit embarrassed, but decides to go with it just for Jamil, only for Jamil and that stupid, irresistible smirk on his face. However, it isn’t his embarrassment that stops him, but a hand that grips firmly at his sides and–

“Ack!” It tickled.

He’s on the floor, after he had basically jumped out of Jamil’s grasp, losing his footing. Jamil looks startled and Azul hurries to stand.

“I.. slipped,” Azul answers Jamil’s unspoken question.

“Slipped? It looked like something scared you,” Jamil is really too perceptive.

“I just wasn’t prepared so I was afraid you were going to drop me..”

Jamil stares at him for a second longer and Azul forces himself to maintain eye contact.

Then, Jamil’s expression turns to a smile, teasing. Before he can open his mouth, Azul cuts him off.

“Oh, don’t you start–”

“Did it tickle–”

Azul doesn’t listen, as he grabs the other’s arms and spins him into a circle to force him to start dancing. After a few seconds, it works as they fall into a familiar groove. Azul feels himself begin to relax.

Even if now he has to deal with a mischievous Jamil poking him every so often, then laughing in his face when he would flinch or squeak.

and one time it was on purpose.

At first, Jamil and Azul didn’t spend the night in each other’s rooms often, because they both had things to do early in the morning and it was just more convenient to stay in their own respective rooms. Sometimes, it was a bit bittersweet, though. There were times where Azul craved nothing but Jamil’s presence, missing him badly, even if they had seen each other less than a day ago. It did make the times they did sleep over in the other’s rooms much sweeter, though.

Overtime, however, they had been making much more time for one another, deciding that whatever they had to do in the mornings could wait a few extra minutes. The reason for that was nightmares. Having both experienced overblots, it wasn’t uncommon to experience nightmares of that horrid experience.

It was nice having someone who related though. He loved the twins to death, not that he would ever tell them that, as they had helped him through his nightmares whenever he woke up screaming or crying at night and the twins would force themselves into his room. They’d have a sleepover and they’d tease Azul over being a crybaby, but they never meant any of it. Part of Azul wonders if he would be as okay as he is without them.

Still, they didn’t understand what going through the overblot was like. Being overwhelmed by pain, fear, so many negative emotions all at once, getting enveloped in pitch black darkness, Azul watched himself relive that moment where he lost everything, the moment he couldn’t handle it anymore and just.. Broke down, unable to control his emotions, watching as he hurt those he loved and unable to do anything about it. It was a terrifying experience and he never wanted to go through it again. Even when the twins helped him, the nightmares still occurred and he still felt alone.

But Jamil understood. Of course he did. What Jamil had gone through was awful and Azul had been there to witness it. A part of him wonders sometimes how Jamil doesn’t hate him, for ruining his plans, but he doesn’t think he’ll ever tell Jamil that.

The fact is, Jamil understood him and Azul understood him. The overblots brought terrible nightmares to the both of them and they both just.. Get it.

It was only a meaning of time before they learned to rely on one another during these nightmares and staying with each other when it happened helped. Whenever one of them had a nightmare and didn’t want to be alone, they always knew that the other would be there for them.

Neither were ever surprised when they opened the door at ungodly hours of the night to the other in their pajamas and looking for comfort.

Today was one of those nights. It had been months since Azul had overblotted and his nightmares weren’t as frequent or intense, but he had already been in a bad mood that day, stressed about matters around the Mostro Lounge, his calorie intake, his work as a housewarden, the list goes on. He had noticed early on that when he was in a bad mood, his dreams were likely to be much worse.

So he wasn’t all that shocked when he woke up at 2am, tears streaming down his face and sweating bullets. He sat for a couple moments, allowing his breathing to return to normal but whenever he shut his eyes, he saw thick, black goo, and he knew he couldn’t sleep like this.

His legs walked him to Jamil’s dorm before he could even take a moment to hesitate. He knocked the door, softly. He wasn’t even completely sure it would wake Jamil up. Still, he waited, unmoving.

The door opened to him barely a minute later. Jamil took one look at him and moved out of the way, opening the door further to let him in. Azul did, flopping down on Jamil’s bed like he had many times before. The room is dark, dimly lit by a lamp on Jamil’s nightstand.

“I can guess what this is about,” Jamil mutters, but he’s half asleep and Azul starts to feel guilty for waking him up. Jamil flops down on the bed next to him, wrapping his arms around the other like it’s second nature. Which, ever since they began this whole routine, it was. Azul leans into his touch, his guilt slowly vanishing, seeing the Jamil wasn’t particularly bothered by his presence.

“Ah, Jamil, you know me so well,” Azul jokes, because he’s unsure how he could respond.

“Unfortunately..” Jamil says, but before Azul could say anything, Jamil speaks again. “Tell me what your dream was about.”

“How did you know it was a dream?” Azul knows why, but he asks anyway. Jamil gives him this sort of disbelieving look.

“What else would you come here for…” Jamil looks at the digital clock he has on his nightstand. “At 3:32 in the morning?” Azul bites his lip.

“That’s true.”

“So?”

“So.”

Jamil doesn’t look amused, as he tries to blink the sleepiness from his eyes. Azul curls inward on himself.

No one speaks. Jamil waits. Azul does, too. For what exactly? He’s not quite sure.

Jamil gives him another look and Azul was too in love with the other boy that he knew that anything Jamil wanted from him, he would give it to him. This was no exception, clearly, since all it took was a single look for him to fold.

He wants to say that he doesn’t want to tell Jamil anything, but that isn’t exactly true. He trusts Jamil more than anything, but sometimes he feels as though being vulnerable will make Jamil not love him anymore. He fears that Jamil no longer looking his way will break him. That he’ll spiral again. That he’ll overblot.

He never wants to go through that again. He doesn’t want to hurt those dear to him. He doesn’t want to hurt Jamil.

And so, Azul tells exactly that. That his dream had been about his overblot, and this time, Jamil had been in the very center of it. He averts his eyes, shame deep in his guts, as Jamil thinks. It’s about a minute or two before Jamil speaks.

“Overblots suck.”

Azul blinks.

“..Yeah,” He agrees, because it’s so simple. Overblots suck, they really do. It’s true.

“But I’d never blame you for having one. For breaking down like that. For… being vulnerable. I’d never stop loving you because you have feelings.”

Azul’s heart beats louder in his chest than he thinks it ever has before. He’s sure his face is completely flushed but he doesn’t bother to hide it in the darkness of the room. He struggles to find the words to say, but to describe how he’s feeling, he would say it’s relief. Overwhelming relief. Has Jamil ever been so genuine? Was he still half-asleep?

“That’s…” Azul trails off, meeting Jamil’s eyes. Jamil smiles at him, warmly. It’s unlike the amused smirks he often sends his way, but something more special. Something reserved for him. He wants to cry. He almost does.

Jamil plants a kiss on Azul’s head and Azul can’t help the smile from forming on his face. Jamil plants a few more kisses on his face and he can’t resist the urge to giggle.

“Jahahamil, stohop! It–”

“Tickles?” Jamil finishes, and now his smile looks a bit more devilish. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed. You try to hide it, but it’s pretty obvious.”

“Urgh.. Whatever do you mean…” Azul feigns ignorance, but it doesn’t last long because Jamil’s hands find their way to Azul’s sides and he squeezes. “Agh…!”

“Don’t act like you don’t know. You’re ticklish.”

“Shut it…” He says, because Azul knows there's no denying it. Jamil’s smirk widens and Azul starts wondering if it was a good idea to come here tonight. (Remembering Jamil’s words earlier tells him that it very much was.)

“You don’t have to say anything,” Jamil chuckles, his voice low. “I’ll just tickle you instead.”

Azul wants to fight against it, but he doesn’t know if he has the strength. Or if he really minds all that much right now.

Jamil’s hands squeeze at his sides again, and he flinches, and Jamil laughs at him. Actually laughs.

“Wahahait!” Azul cries, shaking his head.

“I’ve been waiting to do this for a while, you know. I’m tired of waiting,” Jamil says, as he graces Azul with another squeeze to his sides. “But waiting has let me find out a lot. Like…” Jamil squeezes a spot on Azul’s waist, where it meets his hips, and he bucks forward, shrieking all the while. “That you’re sensitive here, and,” He finds a spot on Azul’s stomach and he is given nearly the same reaction. “Here too.”

Ugh, so Jamil really was observing him all this time! He should’ve known that Jamil wouldn’t just… let it go! He knew. He had planned this.

Azul wants to be angry, but he isn’t. Instead, he laughs and laughs as Jamil finds different spots on him.

“Wow, this is impressive,” Jamil says. “Is there anywhere you’re not ticklish?”

“T-there ahahare!” Azul exclaims, because it’s true. It’s just… not anywhere Jamil is targeting. When Jamil lingers on that evil spot on his stomach, Azul feels like he could die. It’s ticklish, much more ticklish than he remembered, and Jamil, of all people, knew it now.

“Really? Because I’m not finding any,” Jamil points out. Azul wants to insist that there are, but he’s laughing too much as his worst spots are attacked.

“Jahamil! Plehehease!” He feels tears pricking at his eyes and his stomach is starting to ache from the laughter. He doesn’t even want to know how loud he’s being. He’s honestly shocked no one has knocked on the door asking them to keep the noise down. But they haven’t, so Jamil keeps going.

“Begging? Is the Azul Ashengrotto begging? Oh, how the mighty have fallen.” It’s a mean tease, but effective on him nonetheless. He feels his face turn a deep shade of blue and he shakes his head.

“Sh-shush! Stohop!” Azul cries once more, and this time, the hands that had been torturing his stomach and well, entire torso area, stop. That doesn’t mean the ticklish sensations leave just yet, though. Jamil’s approach is just much more gentle this time.

His lips meet Azul’s neck and he freezes for a moment, but then he relaxes, his laughter dies down. It tickles when Jamil kisses him, but his laughter dies down to only giggles. His laughter spikes when Jamil nibbles him on his neck and he scrunches it, but the sensations are still there. Jamil cups his face with one hand as his other hand finds Azul’s. He interlocks their fingers and he continues peppering kisses along Azul’s neck.

“Jahahamil..”

“Hm?” His voice vibrates against Azul’s neck and Azul shivers. Azul doesn’t respond. He didn’t really have anything to say. He just wanted to hear Jamil’s name on his lips.

Jamil doesn’t seem to mind the lack of response, as he lifts his head, pressing his lips to Azul’s, kissing him so affectionately, Azul could feel his brain melting with every second that passed. but he does start grazing at Azul’s palm with his thumb.

“Hmph..!” Azul gasps again.

“I know you’re ticklish here too.” Jamil says, and Azul half-heartedly glares at him. Instead of denying it, he says nothing.

He pushes his lips against Jamil’s, who had broken their kiss to make his comment, to distract him. It works. The grazing of his palm continues, but it’s much slower paced than before. Seconds later, it’s gone, as Jamil brings his other hand to Azul’s face.

They don’t know how long they spend kissing, but the next moment, they’re waking up to the sounds of birds chirping happily and the sun peeking through their eyelids, so they must have fallen asleep at some point. Jamil wakes up first, sitting up, which stirs Azul, as he groggily stares at Jamil. Jamil rubs his eyes, then turns to him.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning, Jamil.” They stare for a second before they both crack a smile. Azul looks at the clock, reading the time. “We should get up. You have to make Kalim breakfast and I have work to do at the Lounge before classes start.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me…”

“Oh, what’s this? Jamil being a slacker?”

“Oh, hush, or I’ll utilize that interesting discovery I learned about you last night.” Azul narrows his eyes, but he doesn’t mean it truly.

“Rude.”

Jamil smirks at him, and Azul sticks his tongue out childishly. The vice housewarden stands, stretching widely as he changes into his school uniform. Azul stays in bed for a few minutes longer. He feels much more refreshed than usual, despite having such a hard time falling asleep. It seemed the kissing and the.. tickling had taken more out of him than he thought it did. He thinks about last night’s events, his nightmare, Jamil's response, how he had felt about it, and the events following.

The Azul from months ago could have never pictured something like this happening, but he’s glad it did. Jamil really was something, like he always knew he was, even if it wasn’t quite the way he intended. Azul fondly lets out a laugh to himself. He stands as well, also changing into the pair of clothes he had brought with him the night before. He always made sure he had it. He would never dare walk through Scarabia and Octavinelle in his pajamas.

Jamil looks at the mirror, applying eyeliner, and Azul takes notice of a piece of lint on the back of his uniform. He goes to reach for it, when Jamil jumps hard and squeals. Azul pauses, and Jamil slowly turns, looking mortified at the look on Azul’s face.

“Don’t you dare–” Jamil doesn’t get to finish his sentence when Azul pounces on him, ready for his chance at revenge. He almost regrets it later when they are both scrambling to get finished with their tasks and still arrive to class on time, but then he remembers Jamil’s laugh, and he finds that he wouldn’t mind being late again if it meant he got to hear it once more.

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ok sorry this is a tiny bit intense/suggestive (???? not really tho its just floyd being Weird) but you probably like that anyway. freak /j

ANYWAY i cannot stop thinking about mean ler floyd and i've decided my victim for today is azul. azul has built up tolerance over the years but he still CANNOT handle it and floyd loves it sm. he refuses to stop until he gets bored (which isn't often) or until azul is gasping for breath more than he's actually laughing. he can't help it ok....azul is just too cute when he cries!!!! and having new legs to walk on takes a lot of getting used to, which means they're VERY sensitive. and floyd Will take advantage of that. he sits on azul's calves and squeezes his thighs or rakes his nails down his soles. he probably tries licking azul's foot once but they both absolutely hate it LOL i'm just thinking about him pinning azul down in the middle of the octavinelle common room and absolutely torturing that poor guy. azul is shrieking as floyd digs his fingers into his hips and blows a dozen raspberries over his bellybutton. he begs jade to help but the sight of azul disheveled, red faced, and teary eyed from laughter has robbed jade of any coherent thoughts. SORRY NONE OF THIS MAKES SENSE LOL i have a million thoughts per second

HEY!! You can't drop this in my ask box and then call ME the freak 😭 /j (its true unfortunately)

it makes perfect sense lmao. someone needs to tickle tklpilled guys because this cannot be healthy!! /j again

SIGHHH oh to be Azul in this situation.

Him licking the foot and then both of them not liking it is funny as fuck! I can totally see Floyd doing that.

In the common room too that is so embarrassing. All the witnesses wouldn't try to save him or even dare talking about it after because they do NOT want to be next.

Jade standing by and watching!! Poor Azul. Azul my boyyy. It's okay he needs it.

Thank you for this??!! I would love to receive more rants that ur too afraid to post on your own account lol.

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i see azul is your favorite character 👀 one order of wrecking please! perhaps in his octopus form.. perhaps with idea.. 🤲

Seven Coins of Fate

Art credit: kokii-omii

Summary: blinded by his own ego, Azul Ashengrotto refuses to read the rules of the ancient game he's playing with Idia Shroud. While Idia tries to warn him, Azul's pride drives him to insist on the highest stakes only to discover too late that the Traditional Ending involves a physical forfeit he is hilariously unprepared to pay.

Lee! Azul Ashengrotto

Ler! Idia Shroud

A/N: I genuinely had no idea how I was supposed to mix Azul, Idia, and his octopus form into one single fic, but I somehow managed. I ended up dismissing the octopus form because my imagination just couldn't figure out the logistics of how that would even work... so I hope this version turned out alright. Enjoyyy

“Ah, so you actually came…” Idia’s voice called out from the end of the room. He was currently kneeling before one of the shelves, shoving colorful boxes of games into the lower tiers of the big shelving unit. “We’ve got some new stock arrivals” he muttered, skipping a greeting entirely in favor of cataloging his loot.

“Good day to you too, Idia.” Azul Ashengrotto stepped inside the clubroom. Usually, the place was cluttered but functional, yet today it felt strangely hollow. The rows of empty chairs and vacant tables made the room feel larger than it was, the silence only broken by the distant sound of students in the hallway. “This place is just buzzing with life, I see,” Azul commented dryly, walking up toward Idia.

“Most of our club members are first-years and they’ve got into some sorta trouble, so they’ll be absent for today or something. At least, that’s what I’ve heard.” Idia squinted at the title on a cardboard package and set it aside beside himself.

Azul hummed in response, taking one more step closer and eyeing the so-called ‘new stock arrivals.’ Crimson Lanterns, The Last Orchard, Clockwork Rebellion—oh.

“Seven Coins of Fate?” Azul exclaimed softly, picking up one of the boxes on the ground. Game pieces and cards rustled inside as the box shifted in his hands. “I’ve heard of this game.”

Idia’s head snapped around, his blue flames flickering with a sudden spark of energy. “Well, of course you have!” He practically scrambled toward Azul, abandoning his shelves to peek at the cover he had seen a hundred times already. “That’s the one pieced together from those ancient ritual texts in Briar Valley. It wasn’t even a game at first. It was a probability ritual. Some devs turned it into a playable system but kept all the weird, symbolic mechanics. It’s trending everywhere right now! The forums are in a total flame war over whether the RNG is actually balanced or not.”

Azul listened as he traced the gold lettering on the box. “I’ve seen the discussions. It has a reputation for being quite unforgiving. A game where only those with true foresight can win. It sounds like the perfect challenge for a quiet afternoon.”

Idia paused. His energy bottomed out into a sudden, awkward silence. He looked at the box, then back at Azul’s confident, smug expression. “Uh, wait. Seriously? You actually wanna play this one? Against me?”

“Is there a problem?” Azul tilted his head, a sharp, practiced smile crossing his face. “Or are you worried your ‘pro-gamer’ status won't hold up against my calculated business strategy?”

“No, it’s not that, it’s just…” Idia trailed off, his voice dropping and his eyes darting. “The localizers kept the Traditional Ending in this version. You know, to keep it authentic to the original ritual. The punishment for the loser is…well it’s a bit much. Especially for someone like you. I’m not sure you’re gonna wanna deal with that, Azul-shi.”

Azul’s smile didn’t falter, but his eyes narrowed. He heard the hesitation in Idia’s voice and immediately took it as an insult to his capabilities. He thinks I’m inexperienced. Thinks I can’t handle the stakes.

“Idia, please,” Azul sighed, bringing his hand to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He was looking down at Idia with a look of pure condescension. “There is no need to pity me. I am well aware that you spend all your time with these games, but don't you think my lack of experience means I lack skill. I can handle whatever punishment a simple board game demands.”

“But you don’t get it,” Idia pressed, waving a hand frantically. “It’s not like a points penalty or losing a bet. It’s a physical requirement. The rules say—”

“The rules are written for people who expect to lose,” Azul interrupted, placing the box firmly on the center table with a decisive thud. “I, however, intend to win. Now, are you going to keep making excuses for me, or are you going to sit down and play?”

Idia stared at him for a long moment. He looked at the punishment section of the rulebook and then at Azul’s unwavering, arrogant posture. If Azul was going to be this stubborn, who was Idia to stop him? A mischievous, jagged grin already spread across Idia's face.

“Fine, fine! Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Idia muttered, pulling up a chair. “If you’re really that confident, let’s see how the coins land.”

Azul sat across from him, adjusting his glasses with a flourish. “Excellent. Let us begin."

–––

The final coin clattered onto the table, spinning rhythmically before falling flat. The gold engraving of the sun faced upward. Idia’s mark. Signaling a total wipeout of Azul’s side of the board.

“And...that’s game.” Idia murmured. He didn't jump up or pump his fist. Instead, he looked at the board, then shot a quick, pitying glance at Azul, pouting his lips in mock sympathy. “Total RNG screwed you over at the end there, Azul-shi. Or maybe it was just fate. Either way, my win. Fuhee...whee-hee-hee!”

Azul, in response, stared at the board before him, his eyes unmoving behind his glasses. Then, he let out a long, measured sigh and leaned back in his chair. The shock vanished, replaced by the smooth, composed mask of a businessman conceding a fair deal.

“I see,” Azul murmured, beginning to gather the scattered game pieces. “A fascinating system. I suspect my downfall was the hesitation in the third round. I should have used my fifth coin before you had the chance to obtain yours. Well, rules are rules. You definitely deserved your ‘pro-gamer’ title today, Idia.”

He continued to ramble, his voice regaining its usual confident, oily rhythm. “Though I’d argue the RNG was leaning quite heavily in your favor toward the end, the logic you applied was quite—”

“Uhh… Azul-shi?” Idia interrupted, his face gone strangely pale and stone-like. “You can stop rambling. We, uh… we have to finish the ritual.”

“Finish?” Azul blinked, looking at the neatly boxed cards. “Isn't the game already over? I lost. I’ve already conceded.”

“No, no, no. The game is over. The Traditional Ending isn't. Uh, I think you gotta lie down somewhere for this one. On the floor or…I guess on that chair cushion if you’re desperate.”

Azul froze, arching a one, single eyebrow. “I beg your pardon? Lie down? Idia, if this is some strange gamer tradition for mourning a loss, I assure you I am quite comfortable in my seat.”

“That’s what I was tryna warn you about before we even started!” Idia squeaked, waving at the rulebook. “I asked if you knew the rules! You said you did! Look at the fine print on the back of the Fate card.”

Azul snatched the card. His eyes darted over the tiny, ancient looking script. The loser shall be rendered helpless, and for every mark of debt incurred, they shall endure the trial of the 'Fluttering Fingers' for a duration equal to their loss.

“What is…Fluttering Fingers?” Azul asked, his voice growing suspiciously thin.

“It’s a fancy and corny way of saying the loser gets tickled.” Idia muttered, rolling his eyes. “Since we used the High Stakes variant, your final score debt was 150,000 credits. Removing the last three zeros for the time conversion… that’s 150 seconds. So, uh, you must be tickled for two and a half minutes…"

Azul’s face went through several colors. From pale to a dusty, horrified pink. “You… you cannot be serious. That is… that is barbaric! It’s unprofessional! I refuse!”

“Rules are rules, Azul-shi! You literally told me that five minutes ago!” Idia’s voice took on a mischievous edge. Now that the awkwardness had passed, Idia's smugness started to kick in. Now he got a rare opportunity to see the untouchable Housewarden of Octavinelle lose his cool. “You said you could handle whatever the punishment was. Don’t tell me the Great Sea Merchant is gonna…gasp…break a deal??”

Azul’s pride was smashed and smeared against a wall. He looked at Idia and then at the rulebook. His hatred for being tickled was notorious, at least in his own head. But his hatred for being called a liar or a coward was stronger. Much stronger for Azul to say “Fine,” after a deep inhale through his nose. “Two minutes. And then we never speak of this again.” His voice trembled with indignation.

Stiff as a board, Azul marched over to the said chair and lay down, his arms crossed tightly over his chest like a disgruntled vampire. “But make it quick.”

“Don't blame me, fate chose this!” Idia said, though he didn't sound particularly sorry anymore.

Before Azul could even process the logistics of the 'ritual,' Idia moved with surprisingly quick reflexes. He straddled Azul’s hips, pinning the housewarden to the bench to ensure he couldn't squirrel away.

Azul closed his eyes, taking a sharp, bracing breath through his nose as he finally resigned himself to his fate. “Oh, Great Seven...” he muttered, his voice strained and barely above a whisper. “In the future, remind me to actually read the rules before I agree to anything...”

“Setting the timer now!” Idia grinned, his fingers hovering over Azul’s ribs like he was about to start a high-speed speedrun on a keyboard. “Whee-hee-hee! Let’s see how long that composed businessman act lasts!”

–––

The digital timer let out a sharp, rhythmic beep as the numbers began to bleed away. 1:50... 1:49... 1:48...

Idia didn't hesitate. His long, nimble fingers, sharpened and polished with years of rapid-fire keyboard tapping, dropped down like lightning, targeting Azul’s sensitive sides.

The effect was instantaneous. Azul’s carefully composed pose shattered. He let out a loud, surprised squawk, his crossed arms untying and flying downward as he instinctively tried to swat Idia’s hands away. “G-gaHAh—! O-oh my—!” Azul’s voice hitched, morphing into a series of frantic, breathless laughs. He immediately tried to shield himself, curling his torso into a tight ball and rolling desperately to the right. But the maneuver backfired, leaving his entire left side wide open.

And Idia didn't miss the opportunity. His hands moved in a blur, his fingertips dancing over Azul’s ribs and digging into the soft dip of his waist. A reaaally wide, toothy grin stretched across Idia’s face, his blue flames flaring with a manic, fluorescent glow. “Are you comfortable down there?” he teased, emphasizing it with a sudden pinch at Azul's side.

“AHH! S-slohow down a bit!” Azul gasped, his legs kicking out against the bench as he tried to find some sort of leverage. ‘The Great Sea Merchant’ was completely gone, replaced by a squirming mess of lilac hair and a total loss of his desired benevolence.

“Can’t do! I gotta test all your sensitive spots before the timer runs out!” Idia cackled, his fingers migrating toward Azul's ribs now.

“I-It’s—haHAhA! It is nohohot! S-stoHOP!” Azul managed to choke out, his face turning a bright shade of crimson as he squeezed his eyes shut, his glasses sliding dangerously lopsided on the bridge of his nose.

The timer continued its merciless countdown, each beep punctuating the sound of Azul's desperate, high-pitched laughter echoing through the empty clubroom.

Idia was relentless. He caught Azul’s wrist, ungluing his arm from his torso with surprising strength and pinning it above his head. As soon as those long fingers dug into the sensitive hollow of Azul’s underarm, the Octavinelle housewarden let out a piercing, hysterical shriek, his back arching violently off the floor.

“GYAAH!!! NOHOT THERE!!” Azul cried out, his head thrashing frantically from side to side. The motion sent his glasses flying off his face and hitting the floor with a distant, metallic click.

Disoriented and blurry-visioned, Azul instinctively reached out toward the sound, but his defense was completely blown. Idia’s hands took advantage of the opening, slipping beneath the hem of Azul’s shirt. The moment those unnervingly cool fingertips made contact with the fever-hot skin of Azul’s stomach, the merman beneath let out a strangled yelp, his entire body jolting as if he'd been hit by a lightning spell.

“IDIA!!” He cried out “HOW LONG IS THE TIMER?! Whehen is it ending??!” Azul managed to gasp out, his voice cracking as he squirmed beneath Idia’s weight, his heels punching a frantic rhythm against the air.

“Still got fifty more seconds to go!” Idia chirped, his voice reaching a pitch of pure, unadulterated glee. He shifted his focus, his fingers scribbling rapidly across Azul’s midsection, finding every nerve ending the housewarden had tried so hard to hide. “We haven't even reached the final boss phase yet. Look at that! Your stats are total trash!”

“I—haHAhA! I’ll never— I'll nehever return to this club ever agaHAain!!” Azul sobbed out through a fit of breathless laughter, his face glowing with the sweat. He tried to twist away, but with Idia effectively straddling his hips, there was nowhere to run.

“Penalty time is sacred! No lawsuits allowed!” Idia cackled, his grin still present. His sharp teeth were fully on display. He moved his hands toward Azul's hip bones, digging in with a playful squeeze that turned Azul’s threats into a series of high-pitched, bubbly giggles.

Beep. Beep. Beep. The sound was the only thing Azul could focus on through the haze of hysterics. His dignity was already long gone, and his lungs felt like they were about to give out, but he just had to hang on. If he could just outlast those last few numbers on the screen, he’d be free. Forty seconds. That was it. Just forty more seconds of Idia's relentless fingers, and this authentic experience would finally be over.

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Hi hi! For the characters and letter, could I have Floyd, Jade and Azul with K, G, R & A? (You can choose just one if it’s to much!)

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

I wasn't sure if any of them had one, but after thinking about it more thoroughly, I think their merforms could be considered as a special skill for three of them. The tweels' big tails would provide a tight restraint while leaving both of their arms free for tickling. And I'm not even talking about Azul. He'd basically be recreating tentacle porn scenarios with this one, but c'monnn in twisted wonderland breathing underwater isn't exactly a miracle so I'd say this is a pretty evil skill.

G: Gentle | How do they react to gentle tickles?

Floyd? Oh, he's totally open to it. He'd childishly admit, "It tickles!" while just taking it. Basically, he'd just giggle and soak it all in.

As for Jade, I'd say he wouldn't really mind. It depends on just how gentle the tickling is. If it's soft enough, he might stay perfectly still, continuing whatever he was doing before or simply closing his eyes and letting the ler do as they please. But if the tickling gets even slightly less gentle, he'd definitely start commenting on it, since he wouldn't be able to sit upright anymore and would start twitching here and there.

Azullll....I don't want to make him seem like a tsundere, but it would absolutely fluster him. Gentle tickling would probably keep him constantly on edge. Not light enough for him to stay quiet, yet not intense enough to make him laugh properly. So he'd end up embarrassed by the whole 'not enough' situation, since he's too ticklish to relax like Jade does and too stubborn to give in like Floyd does.

R: Role | Lee or ler, what is generally their main role?

Floyd: Heavy switch. Literally, in his alchemy wear card, he first says, "It tickles!" and then immediately follows it up with, "I'm gonna get you back" so he's a pretty solid 50/50 switch. Maybe he leans slightly more toward being a ler, though, because not many people are brave enough to tickle him.

Jade: Ler. He probably wouldn't enjoy being tickled himself. He'd be more amused by the fact that someone is trying to tickle him than by the tickling itself. So ler feels like the closest option for him.

Azul: Oh god, how do I even explain this. Lee?? Ler?? Honestly, I feel like this man hates tickling in every possible aspect like, just the fact that it exists. He definitely wouldn't enjoy being tickled because it completely breaks the composed image he works so hard to maintain. But at the same time, he probably wouldn't go out of his way to tickle someone else either. Partly because he'd think why bother? and partly because he'd be terrified of them getting revenge on him afterward. So maybe he's technically more of a lee...but a very unwilling one.

A: Aftercare | What is their aftercare like after a heavy round of tickling?:)

Floyd: He'd mostly just stay with his lee afterward. Maybe a few random hugs here and there, but for the most part, he'd just keep talking about moments from the session. Do you remember that part? I liked it when you did that! Stuff like that. He'd be very openly enthusiastic about reliving the fun of it all.

Jade: Apologizing. Yeah, he'd definitely say sorry but not entirely mean it...More for the sake of decency and politeness than genuine regret. Still, he'd probably ask if his lee needed anything afterward and make sure they were at least somewhat comfortable.

Azul: Also apologizing, but unlike Jade, he might actually mean it. Or not. It really depends on how the lee reacted to the session. If they seemed genuinely overwhelmed, he'd start overthinking everything immediately. He'd spend the next few hours hovering around them, helping with basic things and constantly checking if they were okay.