#lee!illuga

[vqler]

Are you accepting asks? If so... Lee!Flins with ler!Illuga or Lee!Illuga with ler!Flins? Thanks for your attention anyway, your drawings are very beautiful!

thank you! decided to practice animation a bit

[kaeyasfavonius]

✩·.¸¸.·¯⍣𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕘⍣¯·.¸¸.·✩

¸.·✩·.¸¸.·¯⍣✩ 𝘈𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘺, 𝘍𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘨𝘢 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥. ✩⍣¯·.¸¸.·✩·.¸

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡, 𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗, 𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕔

𝕃𝕖𝕣: 𝔽𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕤 ;𝕃𝕖𝕖: 𝕀𝕝𝕝𝕦𝕘𝕒

“The fog still hasn't cleared, young master,” Flins remarked, even though Illuga could very well have looked out through the window himself.

For about an hour now, thick, stubborn fog had kept the two of them trapped inside the Lightkeepers headquarters.

The Lantern Fae, of course, had no problem with it at all, but Illuga was far too worried to simply let his friend wander back to Nasha Town on his own.

And so the two sat next to each other in an uncomfortable silence until, every now and then, one of them spoke up to point out the obvious fact that the fog was still there.

“It’s pretty boring in here,” sighed Illuga, who could, of course, get up and go home at any time.

“Young Master, I assure you that your presence here is no longer necessary, though certainly welcome.”

Sighing, Illuga brought his hand to his forehead. He couldn’t possibly leave his colleague here alone when he was so certain that the latter would sneak off to go back to Nasha town and get lost on the way there.

“Don’t despair, young master; the fog will clear eventually,” Flins tried to reassure the younger man, without understanding the true reason for his hopelessness.

“Still, we’ve got absolutely nothing to do. Not even work,” Illuga muttered. He wasn’t the type to complain often, but this tense, boring atmosphere was driving him crazy.

“We should actually feel grateful for that. Just imagine if Aino and Ineffa were stuck here with us too. We’d be getting a free lecture on mechanical maintenance,” Flins remarked with a grin.

“No way!” Illuga whined, raising his hands in defense. There was absolutely no worse torture than having to summarize an entire lesson from his terrible memory log until Ineffa was satisfied with his “learning process”.

“Luckily, I have a better idea of how to pass the time,” Flins smiled and reached for the box of cookies next to Illuga, intending to sneak one into his lantern.

But Illuga practically jumped out of his skin, flinching so violently and leaning away from him.

“Young Master, are you feeling unwell?” asked the blue-haired one, staring at his own hand in surprise. After making sure he hadn’t accidentally burned or electrocuted Illuga with his lantern powers, he looked him straight in the eye.

“No, no, everything’s fine. I just… got startled,” the younger man insisted, raising his hands in a reassuring gesture. 

But even though Flins seemed to believe this excuse, he still raised an eyebrow questioningly. 

“There’s no reason to feel startled by my presence.”

“I know… I just thought… well, I kind of expected something different because of… the hand gesture and stuff…,” Illuga stammered, clearly embarrassed, scratching the back of his head. 

Flins tilted his head in confusion. What had he done to startle Illuga? The only thing that came to mind was reaching out over Illuga to grab a small snack. 

But why had Illuga been startled by his hand? The same, perfectly normal, human-looking hand that he’d seen hundreds of times before. 

But then it dawned on Flins: Illuga had thought he was going to hit him! At any rate, that was the only logical explanation in Flins’ eyes. 

“Don’t worry, young master, I wouldn’t dream of harming a single hair on your head,” he assured him with a smile. 

“I… believe you?” the younger one replied, surprised. Of course Flins assumption had been wrong and Illuga was aware that he didn't have any malicious intentions.

“I just thought you… wanted to… tickle me…,” he added in a soft whisper, the last part sounding particularly indistinct. Flins heard him anyway. 

“Tickle?” he asked, looking visibly confused. 

“Yeah… it’s a long story. I just grew up around a lot of kids, so it happened pretty often!” Illuga tried to explain quickly, before Flins could label him as weird. 

“Tickling? What exactly is that?” Flins asked, posing the one question Illuga hadn’t expected him to ask.

Were there really people who didn’t know what tickling was? Well, the suspicion that Flins wasn’t human had been gnawing at Illuga’s mind for quite some time, but this was really striking. 

How could he not know what tickling was? Was that even possible? It was, after all, a natural human reflex, so how could Flins have no idea about it? That was absurd!

But he couldn’t just explain the concept to him, could he? After all, Flins would surely want to try it out, just like anyone who had just learned something new. 

And since Illuga was the only other person here besides Flins, that would automatically make him the victim. So what to do? He didn’t necessarily want to lie, but twisting the truth a little would surely be okay, right?

“Tickling is just… a reflex… when someone touches you. You flinch and try to get away… pretty uninteresting, really,” Illuga explained, deliberately keeping his description vague and completely omitting the fact that it usually made people laugh themselves silly. 

“How incredibly interesting,” Flins muttered. His natural fae curiosity, of course, made this little fact seem far more interesting than Illuga had intended. 

“What? That’s totally uninteresting,” Illuga protested, but Flins had already excitedly raised a finger and reached out toward Illuga to poke him in the side. 

Despite his centuries of experience with human behavior, he had never heard of this “tickling” thing, and if it was nothing more than a harmless poke, it wouldn’t hurt Illuga to be the test subject.

His complaints, therefore, meant very little when it came to the curiosity and equally playful nature of a Fae. 

Meanwhile, Illuga, who had absolutely no desire for a tickling attack, had already backed up as far as possible and pressed himself against the back of the sofa, which didn’t help him one bit, since Flins could, of course, still move closer with ease. 

“Don’t worry. It won’t hurt a bit,” the Fae smiled and poked Illuga right in the side, of course under his thick leather coat. 

“No!” he giggled immediately, much to Flins’ surprise. He had never seen such a reaction from a human, as far as he could remember.

Well, once he’d watched from a distance as one of his colleagues had done something similar to Aino to distract her from holding her class, but at the time he hadn’t thought anything of it. 

Illuga’s reaction, however, was… fascinating. So Flins repeated the little poke right away, this time between his ribs. 

Squealing, Illuga reared up before falling back onto the couch with a giggle. 

“Interesting. Amusing and interesting,” muttered the older Ratnik, poking Illuga a third time, this time in the stomach. 

“Sir Flins, stop it!” Illuga grumbled, trying to turn away. But he couldn’t escape. 

“But why, young master, when we both seem to be having equal amounts of fun?” Flins grinned slyly and began poking Illuga rapidly in the stomach and sides, without even a moment’s pause. 

“Not at all!” squealed Illuga, who was now definitely laughing himself silly. 

The Fae knew, too, that Illuga’s laughter was triggered not only by joy but also by reflex—as far as he could interpret human behavior. 

But he also knew Illuga well enough to realize that the boy would let him know if it became too much. 

“Oh, really? Well, young master, your laughter suggests otherwise,” teased Flins, who particularly enjoyed playing dumb and pretending he didn’t know what he was doing. 

He knew just how much that could drive Illuga up the wall. 

Meanwhile, he enjoyed finding out whether gentle pinching, poking, or stroking worked best, though that was hard to tell given Illuga’s extremely dramatic reactions. 

“Sir Flins! A little more decency, please,” pleaded Illuga, who was already clutching his stomach with laughter but had absolutely no room to roll away without falling off the couch. 

“I assure you, young master, my actions at this moment are not without reason and are motivated by the utmost decency and respect,” grinned Flins, who had now turned his attention to Illuga’s hip and was pressing his thumbs into Illuga's hip-bones gently but ticklishly. 

“Come on hahaha! You know whahahat that is! It tickles! Stahahap it,” laughed the silver-haired man, throwing his head back helplessly with laughter. 

The first tears of laughter were already streaming down his flushed cheeks, and the broad grin was plastered across his face. 

As uncomfortable as it was for him, it definitely brought back memories of the old days. Back when Nikita had taken him in and brought him to his orphanage, where the younger children had often tickled him. 

It also made Flins seem more human; after all, Illuga had never really seen him act silly before. But this felt comradely, almost familiar. Like two good friends just having fun. 

A feeling that both of them had probably been missing for a long time. 

“All right, then I’ll be so kind,” Flins smiled and let go of Illuga, who, of course, immediately sat up, embarrassed, and wiped the tears of laughter away with his sleeve. 

“Tickling… what an extremely interesting concept,” the taller one commented, as if he hadn’t just used Illuga as a test subject for his curiosity and tickled him to tears in the process.

“That was pretty mean,” the younger one pouted, though he made no effort to hide the smile on his face. 

“But at least the fog has cleared now and we can start our trip home,” Flins remarked, glancing out the window, to which Illuga nodded eagerly.

“Let’s get out of here fast,” he muttered, already stepping outside, just so Flins wouldn’t see how wide his grin really was.

This fic is a bit shorter than my normal ones because I literally just wrote it in the middle of the night to celebrate getting Flins within 30 pulls. Also there‘s way too few Illuga/Flins tickle fics, am I right?

Anyway, I hope you like it:)

[thatonetickleblog]

Lightkeepers Concern — Genshin

Summary: Illuga has been non-stop worrying about Flins’ curse, to the point where he’s gone beyond just prying. Luckily, Flins knows laughter is the perfect remedy for anxiety.

Warnings: Tickling

Other: Lee!Illuga &/x Ler!Flins from Genshin Impact. 1.7k words. (Idc if you read as platonic or romantic, I personally don’t mind either relation)

A/N: I really love Illuga & Flins’ dynamic so I had to write something for them! I haven’t written for genshin in so long, so I hope it’s okay!

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Flins took the path he always wandered on while waiting for signs of the wild hunt. Maybe, because it's a part of his subconscious routine, it’s how Illuga managed to track him down so easily with questions about his curse.

“Flins, you can’t avoid this forever! Does my concern not matter to you in the slightest?” Illuga frowned, following behind Flins as the fae continued to walk forward. Unfortunately, unable to ignore the man behind him.

“I’m not avoiding anything, Master Illuga, it is simply not important. Nothing someone such as yourself needs to waste any more time on.” Flins replied nonchalantly, but his demeanour only worked to frustrate Illuga more.

“Why aren’t you taking this seriously! Please, Sir Flins. Just tell me, maybe I can help you reverse it, you are a good man who doesn’t deserve to be cursed.”

Flins walked a bit faster, but Illuga matched his speed from behind. “I’m sorry Master Illuga, but there is nothing you can do, and I mean that.” He said with complete honesty, because it was true. This was simply something he had to live with, Illuga shouldn’t waste his energy on this.

Illuga continued to pry, even if he was nervous to do so the other day. “Then at least let me share your burden, you can trust me, I promise...”

His tone sounded almost like a plea, words that came straight from his heart. It made Flins worry a bit himself, “…has my curse really been worrying you this much?”

Illuga felt his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach, “..Yes, Sir Flins.” He admitted freely, hoping his truthfulness would show how much he genuinely cares.

Flins let out a long sigh, now unable to ignore the shorter man’s relentless concern. He paused in his tracks without warning, making Illuga who was following close behind him almost crash into his backside.

Illuga stumbled back a bit, eyebrows furrowed. Flins turned around to face him, maintaining his gentle expression. “Master Illuga, is there anything I could say to you that might alleviate your concerns? Anything?” He questioned, having run out of ways to say ‘I'm fine’ to the smaller.

“The full truth.” Illuga said immediately, his voice both hesitant and unwavering, crossing his arms over his chest. “I won’t drop this, not until I know for sure that you’re alright.” Flins’ eyes widened a bit at his stubborn, unshakeable attitude. He paused for a moment, before his lips shifted into a small smile.

He walked beside Illuga, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Okay, I get it. I understand.” He nodded, accompanied by a gentle laugh. “You’re worried, and I get that, but I promise, you don’t need to be.”

He looked up at the taller man with a frown, “no, I don’t think you do get it Sir Flins—” Illuga tried to reply, only to be cut off by Flins.

“…So with that, please, Master Illuga, relax a bit, would you?” Flins spoke softly, his gaze just as gentle as he swiftly pulled Illuga’s back against his chest. Holding him tightly with one arm, while the other started poking around the smaller’s waist.

Illuga’s eyes widened, overcome with a mix of emotions that soon replaced the ones he had been bothering Flins with. He felt butterflies swarm in his stomach, heat rise to his cheeks, and laughter bubble up in his throat. “W-What are you?!” He gasped, a nervous smile tugging at his lips.

“I heard laughter is great for relieving anxiety, maybe it might work for you?” He snickered, his hand trying to find a sweet spot to make the worried light keeper absolutely collapse with laughter.

“S-Sir Flins! You can’t just— PFFAhahaha!” His sentence was cut short by a string of giggles when Flins found a particularly sensitive spot on his tummy. Illuga quickly covered it, not allowing those playful fingers any further access. “Yohohou can’t just tickle your way out of this?!” Illuga yelled at the absurdity of it, but Flins only giggled.

“Are you sure? I’d say, it’s looking like I can.” He argued back, dropping his hold on Illuga as both hands now went on the attack. He managed to worm his fingers under Illuga’s hands that were tightly protecting his weak spot, watching with fond eyes as a puff of air escaped from the young master's stubborn lips. Followed by panicked, bubbly laughter that could melt even the coldest of hearts.

“Ahahahaha! Nononohoho— Sihihir!” He curled around Flins’ hands, squeaking and kicking dirt with his heel when Flins dug a bit deeper into the spot. Flins’ heart warmed at the sound of his adorable, genuine laughter. Along with the endearing reactions Illuga couldn’t control, Flins couldn’t help himself from letting another amused giggle slip by.

“That’s it, just laugh your worries away..” He joked, one of his hands reaching up to dig under his jaw, gently wiggling his fingers under the spot.

Illuga squealed, a sound that instantly made him blush a bright pink. “KYAhahahaHA! Stahahap thahahat!” He complained, but his tone sounded so light-hearted and happy that it only worked to encourage Flins. Illuga’s shoulders scrunched up and trapped his hand, his knees starting to buckle.

“You dohohon’t really thihink this will wohohork, do yohohou?!” He argued, but knew deep down that there was no convincing Flins otherwise.

Flins scritched his nails gently around his belly button, circling around the spot. His loud laughter melting down into panicked giggles, swaying his hips from side to side in a weak attempt to escape. “I think it's already working, Master Illuga. You seem a lot less stressed already.” He disagreed softly, before scratching the side of his belly button.

“FLIHIHIHINS!” He gasped, shocked by how badly it tickled. That touch was all it took for Illuga’s legs to completely give out on him, sinking down onto the soft grass with Flins following after him, laying him flat on his back and resuming his tickling, this time starting to squeeze at his sides.

He burst out into another fit of laughter, arching his back before the squeezes became rapid, starting to squirm frantically from side to side, “Eeehehehee! I cahahan’t belieeheheve you!” Illuga cursed, even in this position.

“How cute.” Flins giggled, watching as Illuga was— dare he say? Starting to smile genuinely. “Y’know, I heard rumours that the respectable Master Illuga was ticklish, but I didn’t think it’d be this true.”

Illuga blushed, so Flins tickling him wasn’t just a game of chance— he was tickled by his friends and coworkers a lot, but he never realized this silly fact about him got spread around so much to the point that even Flins heard.

“Dohohon’t tehehell me thahahat…!”

“You’re right, I'm talking far too much, aren’t I? When I should just be tickling you more instead.” Flins joked, latching onto his hips and massaging the bone in a way that would make anyone feel ticklish.

“WAHAHAhahahait!” He screamed, falling flat on his back as his chin tipped up, head thrown back with laughter. His legs, still kicking adorably against the ground.

Flins tickled him to the point that his mind felt like mush, lost in his own laughter. The taller's touch would soften, but it all still felt so damn ticklish to Illuga, the smallest poke or scribble enough to make the man laugh.

Illuga wasn’t tired by any means and wasn’t necessarily begging for Flins to stop. So he was pretty confused when the tickling came to an end, Flins’ fingers retracting away.

As he laid on the grass, still letting out aftermath giggles— Illuga cursed it, but in all honesty, he thought to himself about how much fun that was. Being tickled like that, and just maybe… he did feel just the tiniest bit more relaxed.

He laid an arm over his forehead, opening his eyes and being met with a gentle expression from Flins. “Jeheheez..” He giggled, his chest rising and falling as he tried to wipe away the stupid grin being tickled had caused.

He had no idea that Flins was far from done with him. “While I'm giving you a break, I want you to think carefully.” Flins started, Illuga instinctively covering his tummy with his hands at the word ‘break’

“You have two choices. Either… I’ll stop tickling you when and if you promise to stop worrying. Or, when and if I decide that you’ve laughed and relaxed enough.”

“What do you mehehean if you decihihide?!” He questioned his wording in a lighthearted panic, giggling nervously. I mean, it’s not like Flins could tickle him forever, right?

Flins giggled, not surprised that Illuga was jumping to question him rather than fulfill that simple, easy promise. “You heard me.” He teased, raising his hands in the air menacingly, Illuga’s nervous laughter heightened at the mere threat of more tickling.

Yet, he found himself staying stubbornly silent when faced with these two options, well… silent if you ignore the endless stream of giggles Illuga let out at Flins’ fluttering fingers.

The fae laughed at how despite everything, his stubbornness stayed. “Hmm, alright then. You asked for this Master Illuga.” He narrowed his eyes playfully, his words laced with mischief.

Within seconds, Illuga’s laughter returned in full as Flins’ hands returned, shooting under his arms and lighting up with joy at the sight of how ticklish he was there. Despite Illuga now screaming with laughter, he hardly fought back against Flins, weakly holding his wrists instead.

Their silly interaction went on for a while longer, Illuga laughing his heart out and squirming endlessly back and forth on the grass. All while Flins stared down at him fondly, giggling alongside him as he found all the spots that made Illuga squeak.

In the end, Flins’ tickle attack didn’t end with either of the two options, instead, the pair were interrupted by two distress calls needing Ratnik immediately. They jumped into action quickly, going their separate ways.

Though, Flins would be blind not to notice how happy and relaxed Illuga looked while he waved goodbye. Still giggling a bit, yelling over a threat that “this wasn’t over.”

Flins was just surprised that even after all that tickling Illuga could still easily sprint to the battlefield. Well, even if things weren’t over and Illuga will be back interrogating him tomorrow, he’ll be glad to have at least made Illuga let loose and giggle, which totally counted for something.

[aticklishpercivalwriter]

Forgot to mention before that I did get Lohen! :))

Here's how that went~

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"Birdie~"

"Lohen, wait wait wait!!!"

Lohen jumps into Illuga’s arms as Illuga proceeds to drop whatever he was holding in order to catch him.

"You could've gotten us hurt!"

"I know you could hold both of us~"

"T-That's not the point!" Illuga said, flustered.

"My hero~" Lohen cooed, poking wherever he could at Illuga making the latter giggle as his blush intensified.

"Stahahap thahahat, Lohehehen!" Illuga laughed, trying to dodge Lohen's touches while still holding him. 

"Can I not give my love some lovey dovey touches?" Lohen snickered, vibrating his fingers at the tops of Illuga's ribs making the latter smush his head into his chest with muffled laughter. "Okay, okahay! Geez, you're so ticklish, Illuga," Lohen chuckled, amused. 

Illuga huffed into his chest as Lohen finally slowed to a stop. As he went to slide out of Illuga's hold, he felt two ticklish squeezes where his boyfriend was holding him and he jumped out of his embrace like a bunny, catching Illuga’s tiny mischievous smirk. 

"I'm not the only one that's ticklish Vice-Captain~" Illuga teased before letting out a squeak and feeling a shiver down his spine when he felt Lohen's breath tickle his ear.

"Oh, you're so gonna get it, little Birdie~" Lohen playfully growled, licking at his ear before nibbling at it and blowing puffs of air, while a hand trailed to his back and slid under his clothing before scratching at the sensitive skin.

"N-NOhoHoHO! LOHEHEHEHENNN!!!"

"Just know, I'm doing this because I love you~"

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I had to add Illuga to my party and voila, Lohen came home :)

[aticklishpercivalwriter]

Flins and Illuga Tickle Headcanons + Updates

Here's my take on Flins and Illuga for tickles! :) Not as good as other headcanons but I hope you still find some pleasure in it 🙏. First time to do this in depth and writing down my opinions and takes. So, naturally nervous since I don't usually express my opinions in public and I lack that playful energy that I see a lot of headcanons have 😓, I tried though 😅.

As time goes on, I'll add to this if ideas comes to me! And as I do more of these, I'll hopefully get better at them (like including insights for multiple characters and interactions with said character, tickle techniques they like/use on others, etc.)

In the future, I'll convert my handwriting into actual text too, so please be patient with me 🙏. My handwriting is decent in my eyes but...yeah...a little embarrassed to show my handwriting at this kind of scale. And paper because I like using it! It's easy for me to just reach for my notes than scavenge for them electronically when writing a fic. That's the whole idea why I did this in the first place plus it's quite fun :))

Anyways, enough rambling here's the headcanons!

Blank templates if you want them!

Open to any headcanons of your own and tips for writing headcanons too and pretty much any input you have :)

Updates: SethoScara Day 2 delayed since I had an engineering club meeting at 7:15PM last night and ler!Durin just popped up on the fly as part of the plot so doing some exploring on that~ Plus, was working on the tickle headcanons you just looked at ;)

[aticklishpercivalwriter]

Some tickle crumbs for Faelight :)

Remember when I said I will write a small something for Faelight? Well, change that to a regular fic 🫠. I can't seem to ever write small but more food for you and me to go wild eh?~

Below the cut~

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(lee!Flins, ler!Illuga)

Flins’s hands explored the other’s body, combing his hair and interlacing their fingers together as he hoisted Illuga up making him wrap his legs instinctively around Flins’s waist as the latter carried him over to his desk and set him on it as some paperwork fell to the floor, but neither of them could careless as the fae’s hands slid underneath the squad leader’s outfit, feeling the heated skin of his back and—

“Mphehaha!”

Illuga jolted away from him, breaking the kiss and looking at Flins with wide eyes.

“You’re ticklish?” Flins asks with surprise in his voice.

“What? No!”

Flins raises an eyebrow.

“Okay, maybe a little…”

Flins heartily laughs.

Illuga pouts, “Hmph. Are you ticklish?”

Illuga doesn’t wait for a response and squeezes Flins’s sides making the other choke on his laughing fit.

It was Flins’s turn to widen his eyes as Illuga’s mouth dropped in surprise.

“Young mas—”

“You are!”

“Illug—ahahahaha!!”

Illuga’s legs, which were still wrapped around Flins, tightened their hold to prevent Flins from escaping as the owner of said legs tickled Flins’s sides again.

*Illuga has his revenge for all the times Flins teased him.

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(ler!Flins, lee!Illuga)

“Sorry,” Illuga was not sorry at all if his snickering was anything to go by. “I just wanted to…see you smile…,” his words became softer as he spoke, a red hue tinting his cheeks as he chose his words and looked away. “…sincerely…again.”

“Oh young master,” Flins tilted Illuga’s cheek towards him. “You’ll get plenty of chances to see me smile,” Flins finished with a soft smile that warmed Illuga’s heart as they met for a kiss. “Though,” Flins murmured against his lips. “I want to hear you laugh~”

“W-Wait!”

Illuga attempted to crawl backwards off the desk but Flins just pulled his legs back towards him making the former squeak.

“F-Flihihins!”

…

Illuga had no time to defend himself as Flins’s fingers descended upon him making him writhe in ticklish mirth on the desk, making everything on the table fall to the floor. It will be a pain to reorganize everything a small thought in his mind supplied before being drowned out by the sparks of ticklishness flooding his brain.

*Flins somehow managing to slide Illuga’s coat off him and pinning Illuga down on the desk and tickling his back.

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The lee!Illuga/ler!Flins section was inspired by Val's animation/artwork of Flins and Illuga :)

I still gotta catch up on Tumblr stuff to give proper replies and reblogs and me simping 😏. Tbh, Friday and Saturday were my lazy days and just didn't want to do anything (might be due to the fact that I played Genshin till 2:30am Friday night but shhhh). Today though was productive so after doing some schoolwork, felt like getting some progress down on the fic :)

Please don't remind me I have finals next week (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ. Actually, maybe you all should and tease me about it so I can move my ass and study. cough, Who said that?

Oh yeah, Illuga has a ticklish back thanks to 0204 (Phoenix is what I call him but I think I got spoiled his actual name 😭 but still sticking with Phoenix for now until I encounter his actual name in game) from adwd 2 because they have that same sexy tank top and also stretching that to include Xiao. Xiao has a back window, Phoneix has a big back window (me simping in a separate post for that), and Illuga, even tho no back window, it's tight fitting like the Xiao's and Phoenix and you can definitely tease and tickle as you remove it. You can't just not tease with those tight fitting outfits and not expect to not get tickled. ...God, I'm delusional but delulu is the solulu right? :P

[aticklishpercivalwriter]

WIP - Flins x Illuga

A/N: This is the fic with Flins and Illuga I was talking about 1-2 months ago. The beginning is mostly finished and the rest of the fic has been planned out, I just need to write it 😭. I feel bad for not posting any complete fics so have a couple wips 🙏

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“You're cute when you're flustered.”

That was the last straw before Illuga pulled Flins down towards him and smashed their lips together.

Flins, who just teased Illuga, was momentarily shocked before smoothly melting into the kiss and following Illuga’s lead who now pulled Flins even closer with so much ferocity that their teeth almost clashed. When they parted, Illuga was gripping Flins's cloak roughly with one hand and his other tangled in Flins’s hair, while looking at the fae with hooded eyes and rosy cheeks.

Then his brain caught up with him and Flins saw it in his eyes when it clicked as Illuga immediately let him go.

“Oh my God, Flins! I’m— Sir Flins! I-I didn't mean to! It just…”

Illuga was thankful they were in his office at the Lightkeepers headquarters, away from prying eyes as he rambled. Flins watched on amused as Illuga gestured his hands wildly and squeaking out apologies.

Cute.

“Master Illuga,” the fae started, interrupting Illuga’s rambling. “I didn't know you would are so bold on the topic of feelings and even acting on them.”

Illuga sputtered. "I-It's because…! Because…! You tease me! A lot! And I—”

“But the feeling is mutual, isn't it?” Flins interrupted once again, but leaning down this time.

…And kissing him. Illuga made a squeaking noise, freezing up. But when Flins ran a tongue over his lips he immediately melted into the kiss and Flins’s embrace as the lantern fae pulled them flush together. Unlike Illuga’s messy and pent up emotional kissing, this kiss was more slow and sensual (and importantly, with tongue), solidifying the feelings they have for each other.

Flins’s hands explored the other’s body, combing his hair and interlacing their fingers together as he hoisted Illuga up making the captain wrap his legs instinctively around the fae’s waist as the latter carried him over to his desk and set him on it as some paperwork fell to the floor, but neither of them could care less as the Flins’s hands slid underneath the squad leader’s outfit, feeling the heated skin of his back and—

“Mphehaha!”

Illuga jolted away from him, breaking the kiss and bracing his hands against Flins’s chest and looking at him with wide eyes.

“You’re ticklish?” Flins asks with surprise in his voice.

“What? No!” Illuga blurted out, making Flins raise an eyebrow at him. “Okay, maybe a little…”

“Pft,” Flins heartily laughs at that.

“Hey!” Illuga pouts, slapping his chest. “Hmph. How about you!? Are you ticklish?”

He doesn’t wait for a response and squeezes the fae’s sides making the other choke on his laughing fit.

It was Flins’s turn to widen his eyes as Illuga’s mouth dropped open in surprise.

“Young mas—”

“You are!”

“Illug—ahahahaha!!”

Illuga’s legs, which were still wrapped around Flins, tightened their hold to prevent him from escaping as the owner of said legs tickled Flins’s sides again.

“How did I not know?!” Illuga says in awe as he delved his fingers underneath Flins’s coat and scratched at the clothed, sensitive skin.

“Mahahasteher !!! BWAHAHAHA! N-NONOHOHOHOHO!”

Flins jolted in Illuga’s grasp, instinctively trying to get away but Illuga’s legs held fast.

He’s got strong legs, Flins thought absentmindedly before screeching when Illuga tickled the divots of his ribs.

“How many times have I told you to not call me Master?!” Illuga huffed out but he was smiling fondly at the fae who tried to muffle his giggles and laughs.

“MAHAHAS— GAHAHAHA! NAHAHA! ILLUGAHAHA! TH-THAHAT WAHAHAS A SLIHIHIHIP OHOHOF THE TOHOHONGUE! IHIHIHILLUGAHAHAHA!”

“Tsk, ‘Slip of the tongue.’”

“IHIHIHIT WAHAHAS!!”

“…Fine.”

Illuga relented and Flins slumped forward, arms on either side of Illuga as he panted.

“Hohow mehean of you, Ihillug— Gahahahehey!”

Flins doubled over when the young Ratnik renewed his tickling, laughing into Illuga's collarbone.

“That was for you calling me ‘Master’ all the time. This,” Illuga smirks, sending shivers down Flins's spine. “This is for all the times you have teased me.”

“W-Wait!” Flins tried to plead. “WAHAHAHAIT! ILLUGAHAHAHA!”

“Nuh uh, Flins. I'm done waiting. You've kept me waiting long enough.”

With that, Illuga darted towards the fae's belly testing his sensitivity there which yielded squeaky giggles and laughs.

“IhiHIllugaHA!”

Flins held Illuga's wrists in his own stopping the tickling only for a second before Illuga somehow freed one hand and wrapped the other one around both of Flins’s wrists and started fluttering his fingers gently against Flins’s open palms.

“snort. N-Nohohot thEHehERE! snort.”

Flins giggled frantically, pulling at his wrists but Illuga held firm.

“You snort too? Cute.”

“Does this tickle your fancy, Flins?~”

“DOHOHOHON’T USEHE THAHAHAT PHRAHAHASE OHOHON MEHEHE!”

“And why should I not? You throw that phrase all the time. In fact, your way of speaking has rubbed off on me. I might even say that it, tickles my fancy.”

“SOHOHO, YOUHUHU LIHIHIKE IHIHIT WHEHEN I CAHALL YOU MAHAHASTER? !!! BWAHAHAHA! I’M SOHOHORRY! I’M SORRY! IHIHIHILLUGAHA!” Flins wheezed out.

“How can you be so smug at a time like this?” Illuga pouted, scribbling over … . “Just for that, an additional 5 minutes on top of the…20 plus-ish teases you’ve done so 5 minutes per tease so 100+ minutes~”

“N-NOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAVE MEHEHEHERCY! IHIHI CAHAHAN’T LAHAHAST THAHAT LOHOHONG!”

Illuga just rolled his eyes, ignoring Flins’s pleas.

“Maybe you should’ve considered not teasing me then,” he shot back.

For someone who’s as composed as Flins, the fae is really falling apart beneath his fingers. Plehehehease! Nohohohot thehehere! Ihihihit tihihickles! are just a few phrases that left Flins’s mouth and Illuga never felt so smug in his life as he pinched, scribbled, squeezed, and pretty much any tickle technique he could come up with that had Flins laughing helplessly.

“OKAY! OHOHOHOKAYYY! ILLUGAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIT’S TOO MUHUHUCH! STAHAHAHAP! I’M BEHEHEHGGING YOUHUHUHU! I’M REHEHEHEALLY SOHOHOHORRIEHEHE!!”

Illuga immediately stopped, slightly pouting at only getting to tickle Flins for 20ish minutes. He was definitely too greedy, wanting to hear his lover’s laughs. He should’ve paced the tickles a bit better but Flins’s laughter was so addicting! He was full on pouting now as he sighed inwardly, At least I got the chance.

“How are you so mean!?” Flins panted, collapsing on top of Illuga so that the two of them are sprawled over the table, making everything on the table fall to the floor.

“Sorry,” Illuga snickered, not sorry at all.

He pressed a kiss to Flins’s cheek.

“I just wanted to…see you smile…”

His voice grew quieter with each word. A blush spread across his cheeks as he looked away.

“Sincerely…again.”

Flins looked at Illuga as if he was the most precious thing in the world, which he actually is in Flins’s eyes.

“Oh, young master,” Flins tilted Illuga’s cheek towards him giving him a kiss on his cheek just like how Illuga had done to him. “You’ll get plenty of chances to see me smile.”

Flins finished with a soft smile that warmed Illuga’s heart as they met for a kiss on the lips.

“Though,” Flins murmured against his lips, pulling away and chuckling when Illuga chased his lips. “I want to hear you laugh~”

Illuga widened his eyes in confusion before realization hits and he started panicking.

“W-Wahait! N-No! Y-You can’t!”

“Was that a giggle?”

“N-Noho!”

Illuga attempted to crawl backwards off the desk but Flins just grabbed at his hips making him let out a squeaky giggle before being pulled back towards Flins.

“F-Flihihins! Please! I'm way too ticklish!"

The way Flins looked at Illuga made the young squad leader gulp.

“Ohh? Is that so?~” Flins cooed, making Illuga squirm. “Well, now you’ve piqued my interest, young master. I have to see exactly what too ticklish looks like~”

Illuga had no time to defend himself as Flins’s fingers descended upon him making him writhe in ticklish mirth on the desk.

*Flins somehow managing to slide Illuga’s coat off him and pinning Illuga down on the desk and tickling his back.

Illuga: How do you manage to get on my nerves all the time!?

Flins: It’s a different form of cuteness aggression.

“What?”

“It’s called cuteness provocation,” Flins elaborated. “I’m so fond of you I have to piss you off a little.”

Illuga’s mouth stood agape as Flins just blinked at him innocently.

“You’re lucky I love you.”

*Saying I love you’s at the end to solidify their love for each other and bonking their heads together.