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Fight the champion

Zenless Zone Zero - Lighter x Wise

A/N: If anything, you guys should thank @/ticklystuff for being the brain behind this fic even tho he doesn't play the game. Thanks for the idea, friend, tho I'm not sure if it was properly executed ehe

Also, I apologize in advance for how OOC Lighter may sound here, I'm still getting a grip at his character

Summary: After winning a "fight" against Wise, Lighter tries to make up for his doings

Word count: 2356 words

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“L-LIHIGHTEHER– AHAHAHAH, STOHOHOP IT!!”

Wise couldn’t remember the last time he laughed like this. In fact, he couldn’t even remember the last time he was this loud. All he could feel was his head spinning, his heart beating and Lighter’s hands wreaking havoc on his skin. It tickled - it tickled as if each and every single one of his nerves were on fire, sparkling like fireworks under his skin. 

Wise felt his cheeks, his stomach and even his ribs - to which Lighter’s fingers seemed to be particularly fond of  - hurting from the laughter. How long has it been? Five, ten minutes? He couldn’t tell.

A tickle fight. All of this mess started with the stupid idea of starting a tickle fight against the Sons of Calydon’s champion. Wise knew he was going to lose - that was the whole point of it!

Playfully wrestling Lighter, being overpowered, tickled a little, surrendering and done. He would have Lighter on top of him, heartstruck and ready for him to act cute and pull all sorts of impure acts later… it seemed like the perfect plan, so how could it all end so wrong?

Wise pressed his head back, laughing his soul to heaven and back when Lighter’s hand moved down to his hips again. “LIGHTER, PLEHEHEASE!! I’M DYIHIHING HERE!!”

“That’s no way for a fighter to speak, manager, you shouldn’t yield just after a couple hits,” Lighter chuckled, his grip around Wise’s wrists tightening while the tickled moved back up to the proxy’s sides.

Wise’s feet had already kicked all the cushions off the couch in their aimless flailing and his throat was as dry as the soil near Blazewood. Wise lost count of how many times he asked ‘please’, tried to yield or to call uncle, but it was clear that none of those mattered for Lighter. He was a champion defending his title, after all, how could Wise expect any mercy from him?

Calling it “hysteria” wouldn’t make justice to the noises Lighter was drawing out of the proxy when his gloved hand decided to sneak under Wise’s shirt and tickle his bare skin. 

Lighter raised his eyebrows at the reaction, catching a few glimpses of that forced, desperate smile on Wise’s face while he prodded between each bone of Wise’s ribcage. “It sure looks like it tickles, huh? Should’ve thought twice before picking up this fight, manager ~” He teased again, trying to get some comprehensible speech out of the other, but Wise seemed just too busy to think of anything else.

Saying he wasn’t fond of Wise’s laughter, smile and blushing cheeks would be a blatant lie. A ugly, nasty lie. And could one really blame Lighter for taking the chance when Wise started to poke his sides and stomach in the middle of their movie? If that wasn’t an invitation to ‘fight’ back, then what else would it be?

“P-PLEHEHEASE!!” Wise laughed, arching his back off the couch when Lighter shoved his hand all the way up to tickle the proxy’s armpit. “J-JUST STOHOHOP!!”

“But you’re no-” Lighter stopped, snapping back from his daydreaming and spotting the last thing he wanted to see on Wise’s face: tears. “D-damn it,” he gasped, quickly letting go of Wise’s wrists, “are you ok, manager?”

This was bad, really, really bad. He got carried away, forgetting this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Now that he thought about it, what if Wise wasn’t actually smiling just now? All that laughter was a forced reaction? One that Lighter carelessly exploited for his own amusement… My, what has he done?!

“...w-whahat?” Wise asked, taking some deep, needed breaths and letting the air back into his lungs for the first time in a while. He still had that dazzled, drunk-like look on his face, barely aware of his surroundings.

“Manager, does-” Lighter hesitated, freezing the hand that was about to reach for Wise midair. Damn it, damn it, damn it! “D-does it hurt? I didn’t- I didn’t mean to…” Of course, but what was a brute like him expecting, he thought.

This should’ve been a cute, romantic moment between couples - just like in the movie they were watching - but he ruined it and now Wise was crying!

“H-hurt?” Wise asked, slowly sitting back up and wiping the small tears of mirth off his lashes. “No, it just- just tickled. A lot, in fact, hahah,” Wise giggled, running a hand through his hair, unaware of the concern concealed behind Lighter’s glasses.

“Do sugarcoat it, manager,” Lighter furrowed his brows, taking one of Wise’s hands into his. His skin was probably sore after all the abuse from his rough hands - or, even worse, what if he broke one of Wise’s ribs while tickling him? What if all those squeezes and prods left bruises?” “I-I can help you- no, better, I can call for hel-”

“L-Lighter,” Wise giggled, stopping the other from getting up from the couch. He still found this whole situation way too amusing, even kind of cute - despite not really understanding it. “What are you talking about? I’m fine,” Wise scoffed, cocking his head to the side. 

“Your body,” Lighter’s lips quivered slightly. He settled his hands down on the couch, lowering his gaze, “did I hurt you?”

“...huh?”

“You can be honest,” Lighter sighed, his fingers clenching into a fist. “When- when we were playing now and, well, I was tickling you, was I too rough? Did it hurt?”

“What? No! Lighter, I’m fine,” Wise chuckled, reaching to cup Lighter’s cheek. He removed the other’s glasses, meeting his gaze full of worry and guilt. While this seemed like the silliest of concerns for Wise, he could tell Lighter was serious about it. Dead serious.

The man sighed, his shoulders slouching as he finally relaxed a little. “...right,” Lighter reached for one of Wise’s hands, gently holding his wrist before nuzzling into his palm. “I just got carried away and thought I… I overdid it when I saw you crying.”

Wise blushed a little, taken aback by the explanation. How should he take it? Did he look so frail that Lighter thought he could hurt him with tickling? Or was it that Lighter cared so much that even tears of laughter made him worry?

“Don’t be stupid,” Wise hissed shyly, weakly pulling at his hand only to find it stuck in Lighter’s grip - again.

“Are you mad at me?” Lighter asked and, for a moment, Wise could see dripping doggy ears on top of his head. “Let me at least make it up for you, manager!”

“L-Lighter!” Wise gasped, even more flustered at the whole scene. “I-it was just tickling, a play fight. T-there’s nothing for you to make up to… I was the one who started it anyway and-”

“Then,” Lighter interrupted, leaning a little forward and bringing Wise’s hand close to his chest, “tickle me back. We would be even then, right? I promise I won’t fight you off this time!”

Wise went silent, blinking a few times while processing Lighter’s words. He, in fact, was the one who started the said fight by tickling Lighter first, but he never really planned to win it. In fact, he knew from the start it would be a losing battle - he just didn’t expect it to be that bad of a defeat.

“T-tickle you?”

“Yes, isn’t it what you wanted? Like in the movie we were watching,” Lighter nodded, with at least a part of his usual attitude seemingly recovered. “Please, manager? You are not going to leave me hanging, right?” Lighter stared at Wise with pleading eyes, bringing his hand up to his lips and planting a kiss on his knuckles. “It’s the least I can do, no?”

Wise cringed slightly, unable to take his hand away from Lighter this time. It was a cute attitude, yes, but so uncalled for… Still, how could say no when Lighter had that look on his face? “...A-alright, I’ll do it, then.”

Nearly sparkling at the mere sound of those words, Lighter reached for Wise’s with his free hand and pulled the other back down with him. The proxy couldn’t help but let out a small gasp, his hands resting on top of Lighter’s chest as he tried to support himself.

“Don’t hold back, manager. I’m a toughie, I can take it,” Lighter nodded, watching Wise steady himself on top of his lap. He crossed both arms behind his head, rolling his shirt up and bit and exposing some of his lower stomach in the process.

It was hard for Wise to not get distracted from the main task at hand. With one hand on each side of Lighter’s chest, the proxy couldn’t help but give the muscles a gentle squeeze - feeling them with just a skin tight shirt on the way felt much better than with a heavy biker jacket.

“Oi, manager,” Lighter chuckled, “that doesn’t tickle, you know?” He joked, not that he would really mind having Wise fondling with his chest, but he wouldn’t lose the chance to tease him for that either.

“Right, tickling,” Wise muttered out loud, stopping his fingers from committing any other inappropriate act. “Where are you ticklish, Lighter?”

Of all the things that just happened, this was what seemed to puzzle Lighter the most. “Dunno,” the man sighed, looking up to the ceiling as he tried to recall the last time he felt someone touching him so lightly. “On… my neck?”

Wise frowned, unsatisfied. “Just that won’t do,” he scoffed, tracing a finger down Lighter’s torso, feeling each and every one of his muscles. His eyes shifted back and forth between the other’s body and face, carefully watching him in an attempt to capture any reaction. “Do you feel anything if I do this?”

“Not sure,” Lighter said while closing his eyes, his position barely shifting if it wasn’t for his chest waving with each breath, “try a little harder, manager.”

Those words made Wise flinch, almost as if waking something inside him. Lighter still had his eyes closed, his body open to Wise, almost as if he was just about to drift to sleep. Did he trust him that much?

Still, he was already way too into it to turn down such an opportunity. “Alright,” he said, bringing his other hand into action and getting a hold onto Lighter’s waist. Wise pinched the spot, pressing his thumbs down on the soft meat and rubbing circles into the-

“Ah!”

Wise’s head shot up, looking up from Lighter’s lower stomach to his face with widened eyes. Funny enough, Lighter seemed just as surprised, almost startled by the sudden sensation. Wise smirked.

“What about now?” He said, repeating the motion and even skittering his other fingers around Lighter’s lower sides. Wise felt that massive body shift under him and his heart skip a bit at the sound he heard next.

“I-it tihihickles,” Lighter giggled, furrowing his brows and scrunching up his nose while a restrained smile took place over his lips. Lighter pressed his chin down at his chest, his elbows faltering as his instincts yelled at him to lower his arms and stop whatever was causing this.

But he listened neither to his instincts, nor to his better judgement. “It dehehefinitely does!”

“Good,” Wise nodded, moving his hands towards each other and tickling Lighter’s stomach, watching it tremble as more and more giggles spilled from his lips. “You’re quite sensitive, Lighter.”

Yes, he was. Lighter pressed his knees together, crossed one ankle over the other behind Wise’s back and even clenched his hand around his hair. One of these things had to make that growing urge to laugh more bearable, he thought. “I knohohow!”

Wise chuckled, continuing to tickle around those toned abs while deciding where he should try next. “And not only on your neck,” he teased, poking Lighter’s ribs on each side and making the man jolt with surprise before dissolving into that soft, but held-back laughter again.

“D-do yohohou lihihike it, manahahager?” He didn’t know why he insisted on speaking - maybe it was just another attempt to distract himself. Yet, for some reason, he didn’t exactly hate that feeling - maybe because Wise was the one providing it.

“Why does it matter? You won’t become less ticklish if I say I don’t, right?”

“I cohohould try!”

The proxy rolled his eyes, drilling his fingers in the spaces between each bone of Lighter’s ribcage. Exploring a Hollow seemed easier than making this man crack up. At that point, Wise would be breathless, with his heart pumping blood at the same rate as the motor in Lighter’s motorcycle.

“It’s not fair, you’re holding back,” Wise whined, pushing one of Lighter’s elbows back to claw at the exposed armpit with the other, tickling it as best as he could, “there’s no way you are just this ticklish.”

“B-buhuhut- ahAhaha, it stihill tihihickles, mahahanager!” Lighter laughed, turning his face away to avoid Wise’s gaze upon him. He felt hot around the collar and airheaded, making it even harder to think about the right words to say. Was there anything for him to say, though? Should he even say anything?

While these thoughts spiraled inside his head, the tickling slowed down, eventually coming to a total halt. Missing that swirling sensation that came from it inside his stomach, Lighter slowly opened his eyes, turning his head back to face the proxy.

“S-satisfied already, manager?”

Wise smiled, shaking his head. “It’s no use - I can’t beat the champion, even in a tickle fight,” he said with a giggle, leaning forward until he could nuzzle his nose against Lighter’s, brushing his lips over the other man’s before giving them a small peck.

“So,” Lighter sighed, finally lowering his arms and wrapping one of them around Wise’s neck. “Does this mean you forgive me? For making you cry and all?”

“Not yet,” Wise muttered, making Lighter widen his eyes. “We have to finish this movie first”, he winked and Lighter nodded, letting out a small, shaky sigh of relief. He laid his head back, turning his attention to the TV while feeling Wise rest on top of his chest.

“Of course, manager.”

[lovelynim]

Crooked, rushed piece just to celebrate Lighter's bday

"M-manager!" Lighter gasped when he felt Wise hands closing around his ankles. "Wait a second, the others—"

"I told you," Wise insisted, letting Lighter's feet rest on top of his lap. "I'vetalked with them about it. It's fine."

Lighter sighed, but couldn't help the smile pulling at his lips. He leaned on his arms and looked around his own bedroom again, trying to dissociate a little while Wise prepared whatever else he needed to.

When they first got there, he tried to spot any weird looking package or object out of place, but everything looked as he left it that morning.

Then, when Wise said there was no gift, but rather a plan — to make it different from last year —, Lighter's curiosity only grew larger. He could understand the worry from the proxy — being forcefully dragged (read: kidnapped) to Blazewood by Burnice and Caesar right after Christmas probably wasn't the best experience one could have. He couldn't exactly say he didn't enjoy waking up to a tied up Wise on his birthday either, but the circumstances were… not ideal.

When Wise dragged him to the shower and pampered him with all kinds of fancy products, Lighter asked if the whole gift thing was some sort of "spa day" — a half-right guess, according to Wise.

Finally, when they got back to Lighter's room and realization dawned on him, Wise was already sitting in front of him, way too determined to be stopped.

"You don't have to, manager," Lighter sighed, water still dripping from his and Wise's hair. "You already got me a nice jacket for Christmas, you're spoiling me with anything more than that."

"So? That was for Christmas, not for your birthday," Wise huffed, rolling his eyes. His picked one of Lighter's feet, his thumbs caressing both sides of his ankle. "This is for your birthday," the proxy said with a smirk, leaning to plant a kiss on top of Lighter's bare calf and sneak a glance under the robe that Lighter was wearing.

"You're overdoing it, manager," Lighter sighed, feeling the heat around his collar and on his cheeks. He could feel a shiver running up his leg, every single nerve reacting to Wise's touch.

Wise rolled his eyes, moving his fingers and starting to rub circles into Lighter's sole. "Stop complaining, will you?" He mumbled. He needed to focus — he only had time to watch a 20-minutes-long tutorial, after all, and some details were already escaping his memory's grasp. "Does it feel good?"

"Yes, it… it does," Lighter said, his voice a little quieter than usual. Wise attempted massage didn't feel bad or hurt, but… it tickled. Quiet a bit, if Lighter were to be honest. "Y-you don't have to be so gentle, though."

Wise nodded, his thumb swiping up over Lighter's arch and then pressing under his toes. The proxy bit his inner lip, focused enough to barely notice Lighter's gaze upon him.

Lighter's breath hitched and pitched with each stroke and rub. Instead of relaxing, he was tensing more and more with each touch, trying to hide the wobbly smile behind his hand. His body begged him to pull his leg away, to make Wise stop that maddening, light tickling on his foot, but how could he? This was his boyfriend's gift, after all, even if it made him want to laugh like an idiot.

"I-I thihink that's enohough, managhAHA!" Lighter cackled, slapping his palm over his lips as Wise dragged his nails across his sole, supposedly by accident. "M-manager!"

"Sorry!" Wise gasped, freezing on spot like a kid about to be scolded. "Are you ok?"

"Y-yes, just— agh, d-don't touch me like that. It tickles," Lighter sighed and finally admitted it, his shoulders relaxing again. He saw Wise nodding, a small smile on his lips. Was it because nothing bad happened or..?

"That's a relief," Wise smiled and interrupted that track of thought. He lowered Lighter's foot back into his lap and quickly picked up the other, shattering Lighter's ideas of pulling his legs away on the process. "Let's continue, then. We still have another three steps of my birthday plan for you to go through."

"That sounds… amazing, manager," Lighter nodded, a nervous smile playing on his lips. Just Wise's touch around his heel was already enough to make Lighter feel ticklish again. "I can't wait for them."

[lovelynim]

Congrats on the 1200 milestone, Nim!!!! I've been following since the last event and I'm really happy to see you grow!

I was wondering if I could request something with ee!Lighter and er!Harumasa, from Zenless Zone Zero? I don't know what could be a good plot, but I trust your taste!

Hope you keep creating a lot! I love your work!

Hello anon!!! Thank you so much for the support and for requesting them!

I actually have a few ideas for them, mostly include them beig at each other's throats (in my ways), so I hope you don't mind me using your ask as an excuse to pull this one off

again, thank you for the support and I hope you like this one!

Harumasa let out a frustrated groan. His fingers stopped moving, pressed still against Lighter's ribs. He looked down at the other man, watching his chest wave with ragged breaths. "I thought I was clear just now. What part of 'get out of my way' that you didn't understand?"

"F-fuhuhuck off, boss," Lighter gasped, scoffing the last bit. His elbows were stiff against his sides, refusing to move even in the slightest. "I'm trying, aight?!"

"I don't care," Harumasa said firmly, brows furrowed with anger even when his eyes were still gleaming playfully. "I'm not paying the full price if you're going to interrupt me every ten seconds. You better give me a discount if this happens again."

Lighter wanted to push Harumasa off his lap and rip him in half. There was no need for him to submit himself to this humiliation, but that weird feeling stirring up inside his stomach made him do it anyway. He couldn't understand it, it went against his better judgment, but he couldn't bring himself to neglect it.

Harumasa wasn't exactly an usual boss. He always talked to Lighter in person and always asked for some shady work to be done, but the payments usually made up for the hassle. Harumasa wasn't a bad partner either, he knew a thing or two in bed and was good at kissing, so Lighter never thought about… charging for it, but who was he to deny it if the man wanted to show off his wealth?

For this, however, he should've charged extra.

"A-Asahahaba!" Lighter laughed, throwing his head back into the pillow as Harumasa started tickling his ribs again. Lighter clenched at the bedsheets with both hands, already knowing he'd get scolded if he tried to protect himself again. "S-slohohow down, yohohou jeheherk!"

"Shut it," Harumasa ordered, his fingers prodding at the soft spots between each bone and pinching the sensitive skin. "You don't get to tell me what to do."

Lighter gritted his teeth, a crooked smile plastered onto his face while he tried to stop himself from laughing and from insulting Harumasa again. He just needed to focus and ignore the feeling. Maybe if he thought about something else, he would be able to ignore it and—

"AHAH!! N-Nohohot thehehere!" Lighter cackled in surprise as Harumasa suddenly moved his hands up to tickle Lighter under his arms. Before he could think of it, Lighter's body moved on his own and clasped his arms around his torso again. "S-stohohop it, plehehease!"

Harumasa shook his head, his fingers wiggling in the little space they had. He squeezed Lighter's body between his legs, steadying himself on top of the other man. "Did I stutter before? My, I expected better from how much you charged me."

"I-it tihihickles, damn it! I cahahan't hehel— ahagh, Ahahasaba! Wahahait!" Lighter whined, too overwhelmed by the tickling to pay any mind to Harumasa's scolding. The latter clicked his lips, barely bothering to feign disappointment at that point.

"Just a discount won't do," Harumasa hummed, "I might ask for a refund at this rate ~" 

[lovelynim]

Hello ! How’re you doing? Hope you’re taking care of yourself in this difficult time. Since requests are open, May I request Lee Lighter with Ler Wise? (They’re so cute together I can’t!)

Thank you and take care of yourself. Drink water and stay safe.

Hello you both!

I'm actually the one who needs to thank you two for giving me the chance to write for Lighter. I think I'm becoming obsessed with him and I just needs him in more ways than I'm legally allowed to say

“Watch me closely, manager,” Lighter smirked, standing just beneath the bar. With a small jump, he reached for it, both arms high above his head before he began to effortlessly do one pull up after the other.

What a show off, Wise thought, shaking his head slightly. Still, he couldn’t deny he was enjoying the little show and, most importantly, the view.

Without that thick, leather jacket on the way, Wise could admire each and every muscle - from Lighter’s arms to his abdomen - flexing, tensing and relaxing. He wasn’t really a fan of working out or exercising, but getting to see Lighter like this did make it worth the effort.

“You make it look so easy,” Wise added, his eyes shifting from Lighter’s face to the other parts of his body, “is being good at it actually that amazing? Or you’re just tricking me to look cool?”

“I’d never, manager,” Lighter huffed, hanging himself for a couple seconds before pulling his body up again until his head was above the bar, “but you can make it harder if you don’t believe me.”

“Harder?” Wise repeated, cocking his head to the side as he thought about it. But how? “Hmm…”

While Wise seemed to give it some more thought, Lighter couldn’t help but flash him a smile. Now he just needed to suggest to Wise to hug him to add some extra weight and- “W-wohoah!”

“Is this hard enough?” Wise asked playfully, his fingers tweaking and wiggling against both Lighter’s sides, “are you even ticklish?”

“Pfft- a bihihit, yes!” Lighter giggled through gritted teeth. His eyes closed shut and his knees pressed against each other as he squirmed as much as he could in his current situation. Why did it have to go like this? “M-mahahanager, thahat’s too hard!”

“Is it?” Wise teased, his thumbs rubbing circles over Lighter’s hips before he let his hands roam over that toned stomach, “but didn’t you say I could make it harder?”

Lighter let out a groan, his arms threatening to falter, to fail him. That bar that was just a flex away now seemed so, so high. He tried to focus, ignore Wise’s words and the tickling running over his torso. Just one and he could prove himself, yes.

“Almost there! ~” Wise cheered, scratching around Lighter’s lower ribs as he began to move up. His arms were trembling and his knuckles nearly turned white from how hard he was gripping at that bar. “You can do it, Lighter!”

“I- hnngh- k-know! HAh!” He gasped, letting go of the bar and falling on his butt as soon as his head went a single inch over the bar. It counted, right? It definitely did! “T-there,” he sighed, looking up to Wise as the sound of his laughter reached his ear. “Aren’t I amazing?”

“Of course, heh,” Wise giggled, reaching a hand out to Lighter, “the most incredible out there.”