“Tada ~” Lyney hummed proudly before showing Wriothesley his wrists. His untied wrists, twirling the rope that was supposed to be bounding them between his fingers. “Amazing, isn’t it?”
Wriothesley didn’t seem to agree with that statement, however. In fact, if anything, he was annoyed. All he wanted was to try something new with his boyfriend, so how did he end up having an unrequited magic show?
The duke frowned. “Can you stop doing that?” Wriothesley sighed, snatching the rope from Lyney’s hands and starting to tie his hands together again.
“I can’t stop the magic, monsieur, maybe you should be the one trying out the bondage?” Lyney smirked, leaning back into the soft pillows as he watched Wriothesley pulling the rope before making a knot. “Oh please, did you get angry with a little jest?”
“No, not at all,” Wriothesley muttered, his eyes glued on Lyney’s hands, watching the little magician intertwine his fingers. There had to be a way to ‘stop the magic’, Wriothesley thought.
As the gears inside his head continued to turn, an idea popped up in the duke’s head. Wriothesley smirked, getting himself between Lyney’s legs - again - and starting to kiss his cheek. “Are you going to escape again?” He muttered.
“As… I say on stage, your grace, blink and you might m-mihihiss it- h-hey!” Lyney giggled, his elbows pressing down at his sides as he felt Wriothesley’s prodding against his lower ribs. “T-thahat tihihihickles! Stohohop it!”
“Hm? Can’t you stop me yourself?” Wriothesley cocked his head, a smug smile pulling on his lips as he continued to tickle Lyney’s sides, kneading at the spot in a way that made the magician squirm. “Just free yourself again.”
“I cahahan’t!” Lyney laughed, scrunching up his shoulders and trying to move his head away from Wriothesley’s. Lyney threw himself back, sinking deeper into the pillows and kicking his feet behind the duke - all to find out he was still cornered, in the end. “W-Wriothesley! AHahaha, t-thahahat’s not the tihihime for stuhuhupid games!”
The audacity, Wriothesley thought, chuckling out loud. “But is it for lame magic tricks?” He snapped back, pinching Lyney’s waist just hard enough to make him squeal like a dog’s toy. His toy. “Come on, I want to see the magic ~”
The teasing only added to Lyney’s embarrassment - or was it anger that was turning his face so red? Wriothesley shook his head, knowing it didn’t really matter.
“S-shuhut it, Wrihihiothesley!” Lyney groaned, trying to hit the other man’s face with his bound hands, hoping that this - out of all his attempts - would help him stop the tickling. “Thahat’s not hohohow it works!”
“Oh?” Wriothesley arched his eyebrow, grabbing the knot between Lyney’s hands and pulling it high above his head, pinning his partner’s hands above his head, “so, can I take this as the end of your little magic show?”
“H-hah…” Lyney sighed, rolling his eyes. His cheeks were flushed in a bright shade of red and some strands of hair were sticking to his forehead, “i-it seems it’s a crime to perform in Fontaine, after all.”
“Not all kinds of performances,” Wriothesley added, hitting his plans and leaning closer to kiss him, “but in any case, I’m taking you under custody for tonight.”
A/N: Believe it or not, this is one of the few pairings that keep me hooked to genshin, heheheh
so, it shouldn't be a surprise that they made to my list, right? ~ anyway, thanks for sticking by for another day! See you guys tomorrow!!
A/N: This was such a joy to write. Special thanks to @lovelynim for the inspiration (this fic is a huge mashup of multiple loose ideas she had), and to @ticklygiggles for proofreading and motivating me with her enthusiasm.
Summary: Wriothesley has done it. He pissed Lyney off for being too rough. After a chilly silent treatment, Lyney gives him the chance to make amends. (Also on AO3)
Note: They have no canon ages in Genshin but in this fic they are both adults (Lyney young adult, Wriothesley some years older).
Word Count: 4K
Ah, wasn’t it just marvelous? That sweet, hysterical laughter. Those cute and rosy cheeks. The way he writhed and squirmed. Wriothesley only needed one hand to pin his boyfriend’s arms firmly above his head, and one hand to tickle him.
His fingers were long enough to touch multiple sensitive places all at once. And boy, Lyney was ticklish. What a delight.
“WRAHah-Wrioahaaha! Nohoho- ahahaha !” Lyney’s lovely sounds didn’t go wasted. Wriothesley embraced them, drank them like they were the finest tea.
Still holding Lyney’s arms firmly and pinning his legs with just his weight, straddling him effectively, Wriothesley spidered his fingers mercilessly all over Lyney’s small torso, digging into his sides and tummy and eliciting the most hysterical bouts of laughter.
“WAHAHah! Nohoh-ohohow stahahahp!” He had him right where he wanted. When he tickled Lyney’s armpit and realized he wasn’t going anywhere no matter what he tried, he released his arms and tickled his other armpit as well, digging his fingers under there to find the hidden treasure.
“And that activates the laughter,” Wriothesley commented dryly as if Lyney hadn’t been laughing all along.
“AHAHAHH! Wahahait- NAHA -” Lyney jolted and arched his back, helpless to Wriothesley’s merciless tickle attack.
“Plea-ahaha nohoho! I cahahan’t breheheathe!” Wriothesley only nodded in response. When he clawed up and down Lyney’s ribs, the hysterical laughter dissolved into the cutest pitchy shrieks and squeals.
“AAAaahhh! Nohohoooo staahhaap!” Just a little more… He dug his fingers into Lyney’s torso again, his fingers wiggling mercilessly and -
“AHAH Wrioehehehe - IT HURTS !” Wriothesley froze, his hands stopping their assault on Lyney abruptly, and he looked at his face. He looked - ahem. Cute, erotic, but also… Angry. His face was flushed, tears were sparkling in his eyes, and his brows were furrowed.
“Finally - you - stopped. Wriothesley.”
Wriothesley leaned back and looked at him in surprise. “Did I go too far? Did it tickle too much?” he asked. Lyney weakly moved up and gasped for air. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
“Don’t talk to me,” he said before getting up on shaking legs and walking away. Wriothesley watched him go. Oh no. He always playfully tickled Lyney and he would never be this angry?
“Lyney come on, I was just playing,” he said, following after him and placing a hand on his shoulder, turning him around. To his surprise, Lyney suddenly took his own shirt and lifted it, almost as if he was flashing him to seduce him, but it was to make a point.
“Just playing? Do you see this? I’ve been asking you to stop all this time, and yet you went on. You’re always too rough and I've had it!”
Wriothesley saw the red marks on Lyney’s delicate skin and he shook his head.
“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t realize - “ Lyney then showed him his arms, all red as well.
“Did I do that?” Wriothesley asked, perplexed, and he remembered pinning those arms down... Was it that rough? Lyney rolled his eyes and let out a frustrated grunt.
“Did you do that? Gee, I wonder who else has been pinning my arms and violated my whole body like I’m some sort of toy without feelings. It’s a miracle you didn’t crush me, Wrio. And you don’t listen so… Just leave me alone.”
Ouch.
Lyney went into the bathroom and before Wriothesley could say something, the door closed with a loud slam.
Oh no. He looked at his own hand and clenched it into a fist. Was he really that rough? He didn’t mean to hurt him. Of course he didn’t. It was just some playful tickling he thought. He was making Lyney laugh, he thought. They were having fun, he thought. Damn, he really hated himself for hurting the person he held so dear.
He waited until he heard the shower running and decided to put some effort into making up with Lyney. He rummaged into his storage and found some of the best and most valuable teas he had been saving for special moments. Well, this was a special moment… He needed Lyney to forgive him.
While Lyney showered, Wriothesley prepared the best quality tea for him, and put it on a tray together with a plate of Lyney’s favorite biscuits and some grapes.
When Lyney came out of the bathroom, dressed in one of Wriothesley’s oversized shirts - throb - Wriothesley gulped and quickly got up.
“Lyney, I’m so sorry. I made you some tea, it’s really good tea and should be a comfort to your eh, throat,” he said guiltily, realizing that Lyney must probably not only have a sore body, but a sore throat as well.
Lyney sat down on the couch and side-eyed him. He didn’t say a word, but judging from his attitude, he would accept the tea.
“Here,” Wriothesley said, handing him a cup. He was relieved when Lyney indeed accepted it and brought it to his lips. Wriothesley sat down next to him and waited awkwardly for him to drink it.
“Too bitter.”
Eh?! After just one taste, Lyney put down the tea and without even grabbing one of the biscuits, he got up again.
“Lyney wait,” he reacted, but Lyney shrugged and went to the bedroom. He closed the door behind him before Wriothesley could say anything. Argh. Wriothesley stared at the tea, then took it and gave it a taste.
It was fine, but… Ah right. He sighed. It was fine for him. Lyney liked his tea sweet. This was anything but sweet.
Wriothesley couldn’t believe he was ruining their weekend together. It wasn’t often that Lyney did not have performances to work on, and Wriothesley was busy with work almost 24/7.
Finally they were together for the whole weekend and he managed to piss Lyney off like this. Wonderful. At this rate, he was going to leave him. Wriothesley stared at his bedroom door and sighed. Well, he had work to do.
He gave it a second attempt. Lyney only deserved the bestest, sweetest tea in all of Teyvat. So Wriothesley again looked through his collection and found a tea kind from Mondstadt, made with Calla Lily which was known to not only be bitter but also sweet. If perfected with sugar and honey, it had to be to Lyney’s liking. While preparing the tea, Wriothesley started to realize how little he knew of Lyney’s preferences.
Or well, he did know about them, but how little he actually took them into consideration. Maybe that was how he ended up tickling Lyney until he was angry like this. To him, tickling was just some playful roughhousing, and maybe he didn’t know his own strength either... Oof, bad boyfriend behavior. He had to make it up to him.
“Hmm,” Wriothesley hummed, and he tasted the tea first. Oof, very sweet. He wasn’t a fan, but he was sure Lyney would like it. Satisfied, he knocked on the door and waited.
“Lyney, please. I remade the tea, can I come in?” It was his own bedroom, but right now Lyney was inside, so he had to be the gentleman he usually wasn’t…
“Fine,” Lyney said on the other side, so Wriothesley was glad to enter and found him on his bed, reading the book Aether had gotten him recently from Liyue.
Wriothesley put down the tray and gave him the tea. Lyney tasted it, and without a word, continued to drink.
“Is it good?” Wriothesley asked. Lyney nodded quietly.
“A-alright…” Wriothesley wasn’t sure what else to say or do. Maybe Lyney really wanted to be left alone now…
“Well, is there anything else I can get you?” Lyney shook his head. Oh.
“I see. Should I leave you alone?”
Lyney nodded again. Ah, that stung!
“Okay, I understand. Let me know if you need anything…” Wriothesley literally felt like a kicked dog as he left the bedroom again. Lyney liked the tea, which was good. But he was still angry. Surely he should’ve known a cup of nice tea wouldn’t make things magically better again.
So, he went out. By himself. Only to grant Lyney the time and space he needed, and of course, to visit some shops and buy some nice things to spoil him with. He found a cute plushie of a black cat and purchased it, then in the next store he also got Lyney a new mug, and a bag of sweets.
With these bags, he returned home. It was silent and Lyney couldn’t be seen, so without knocking he rushed into the bedroom, afraid that Lyney had already left.
“Ly- oh,” Wriothesley said, watching in surprise how Lyney was half naked. Lyney was just taking off his shirt, showing that sweet lovely skin Wriothesley loved to touch and tickle so much and - no! Bad Wriothesley!
“I’m sorry,” he apologized quickly, and he put down the bags.
“Are you going somewhere?” he asked. Lyney gave him a look. Oof, was he still that angry?!
“Some fresh air will do me good,” Lyney said. How mean. After Wriothesley just went out by himself. He sighed. Well, it wasn’t as if he invited Lyney to come with him…
“I got you something,” Wriothesley said, and he took the plushie out. It was wrapped in the prettiest wrapping paper, and he handed the gift to Lyney. Lyney stared at it.
“I don’t want it.”
Wriothesley almost fell backwards. “What do you mean?” he asked.
Lyney rolled his eyes. “I don’t want it. It’s not my birthday.” He continued dressing himself, and Wriothesley quickly got the other gifts out.
“I got you these too.” Like he feared, Lyney only eyed the gifts but didn’t bother unwrapping them.
“Nice. We can save them for my birthday.”
Wha-! Wriothesley dropped the bags and grabbed Lyney’s shoulders.
“Lyney, stop being like this. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I said I was sorry right? What else do you want me to do? How will you forgive me?”
Wriothesley asked. Lyney only stared back at him.
“I’ll do anything,” Wriothesley insisted. Ah, now there was some response. Lyney raised an eyebrow.
“Anything…?” he asked.
Wriothesley nodded. “Anything. Whatever you want,” he confirmed. Lyney hummed.
“So… If I say: I want you to let me tickle you, you will do it?”
Ah, it was still about tickling? Wriothesley nodded. “Of course!” If it was still about tickling, he should’ve just gone ahead and told Lyney he could tickle him back, if that was all he wanted! Stupid of him to not even think of that!
“For as long as I want to?” Lyney asked. Wriothesley nodded again.
“Sure!” It wasn’t as if he was super ticklish or anything. Lyney could tickle him however he pleased for as long as he liked.
“Good. I will teach you the difference between your technique and mine,” Lyney said. So, he was going to tickle him softly, was that it?
“Of course, go ahead!” Lyney appeared a little surprised that he agreed just like that. Perhaps a ticklish person like Lyney couldn’t comprehend that someone would submit so easily to a tickle torture on voluntary basis.
“Good. Then we will do it now.”
“Right now, wonderful. What do you want me to do, should I undress?” Wriothesley asked eagerly, relieved that this would also stop Lyney from leaving.
“Just your jacket,” Lyney commanded, so Wriothesley took off his jacket.
“And your pants,” Lyney added. Wriothesley had to fight the perverted thoughts coming in as he stripped while Lyney still gave him this cold stare. When he was just in his T-shirt and underwear, Wriothesley stood in front of him and spread his arms.
"All yours, baby,” he said jokingly. Lyney still hadn’t melted his ice, and he simply gestured that Wriothesley should move to the bed. So he climbed on his bed and went to lie down on his back.
“Like this?” he asked. Without answering, Lyney climbed on top of him and eventually straddled him.
“Hmhm. Comfortable?” Lyney asked, staring down at him. Even when angry, he was so considerate. Wriothesley only started to feel worse about treating Lyney so roughly…
“Yes, I’m fi-” Before Wriothesley could finish his answer, Lyney reached out and without warning scribbled his fingers against Wriothesley’s lower stomach.
“Hohaha,” Wriothesley let out a strange sound as the ticklish sensation surprised him. Lyney repeated the soft tickle, his fingertips fluttering against his abdomen. Despite wearing his shirt, he could feel the tingly sensations right through it, and he shuddered.
“Ohohoh w-we’re hehe stahaharting ahahalready hmhmhm?” he chuckled, surprised that he already felt the urge to laugh while Lyney barely used any pressure.
“Yes, so hold still,” Lyney said, using his other hand to wiggle his fingers against his side. Just softly, without digging in too much, but enough to tickle.
“Hnghh yehehes o-of couhourse,” Wriothesley giggled. How silly. The reflex to move his arms was really there already, but he didn’t want to be in Lyney’s way. Lyney’s touch was so soft and delicate, like Lyney himself. It suited him. His fingers scratched very softly, rubbing circles against Wriothesley’s sides and tummy and causing him to let out a stream of giggles he had preferred to hold back.
“Hehehehe ahahalright y-you’re quihiihite good ahaaht thiihis,” he laughed to encourage Lyney. It felt quite ticklish, but he wouldn’t call it torture. More like a massage that made him laugh. It actually felt pleasant.
“Ahhhahah!” Wriothesley jumped when Lyney’s fingers moved under his shirt. It felt entirely different to have those soft tickles on his bare skin, and he began to squirm.
“A-ahahare you ehehenjoying yoursehehelf?” he asked Lyney, but he didn’t get a response. Lyney’s fingers tickled their way up his ribs and paid thorough attention to them, scribbling and fluttering as if Wriothesley’s ribs were the magician’s new musical instrument. They then traveled to his bare tummy and spidered lightly, causing Wriothesley to jump a second time and - oops.
“Wrio?” Lyney asked in a warning tone when Wriothesley had grabbed Lyney’s wrist.
“Hehehe reflex, sorry about that,” Wriothesley giggled, and he put his arms back beside himself. He hesitated and then raised them above his head.
“I’ll - I’ll put them like this,” he said, and Lyney eyed him coldly.
“Good.” Wriothesley braced himself for the continuation of the tummy tickles, only for Lyney to suddenly reach for his exposed and vulnerable armpits.
“HYAh!” Wriothesley let out the most embarrassing sound and moved his arms down in an instant.
“It can’t tickle you this much, move your arms. I remember you telling me you’re not that ticklish at all, so it shouldn't be hard to keep your arms up,” Lyney said, wiggling his fingers gently against Wriothesley’s armpits despite his desperate attempts to defend them.
“Ahahaha I’m nohohot uhuhused to thihis!” Wriothesley laughed. He could remember it too; him telling Lyney confidently that he could try and tickle him back but that it would be no use, since he was not that ticklish. He then proceeded to tickle poor Lyney to tears. One of the many times… To think that Lyney put up with his apparent rough and ruthless tickle attacks for so long, and here Wriothesley was, already squirming and wriggling because of this very soft and gentle tickle session.
“Are you really going to keep moving your arms? I can’t tickle you properly,” Lyney complained when Wriothesley again moved his arms to cover up his most sensitive areas.
“If you can’t keep your hands away, I’m afraid I’ll have to use this.”
Wriothesley heard a familiar sound, and the next second he saw his very own handcuffs being twirled around by Lyney. He was sure he carried those handcuffs on him earlier as he went out, kind of a habit even on his day off. When did he…?
“Did you forget your boyfriend is a magician?” Lyney asked, judging the confused look on Wriothesley’s face.
“No I… I’m sorry.”
“Will you keep your hands out of the way, or do we cuff them?” Lyney proposed. Wriothesley shook his head.
“I’ll keep them out of the way. AHh-hehehe!” He was immediately laughing again and his hands shot forward to catch Lyney’s fingers that had tickled his hips all of a sudden.
“Y-you caught me off-guard!” Wriothesley whined, but Lyney shook his head and took the cuffs in his hands. He lifted himself off Wriothesley and flipped him over on his stomach. Just like that!
“We will do it like this,” he said, cuffing Wriothesley’s hands behind his back. Wriothesley wasn’t protesting but… he was also still processing the fact that Lyney was tying him up. He was going to tickle him while in a helpless state.
“That’s… Unfair. I never cuffed your hands when tickling you,” he tried to reason calmly.
“Did you ever need to? Besides, what’s so bad about handcuffs? I know how to free myself from them. I’m sure you can do it as well, no need to be a magician for that, not-so-ticklish Mr. Wriothesley,” Lyney lectured. Eep. Wriothesley blushed for getting himself into this position, and he wondered how he was going to endure this. His confidence had kind of faded...
He waited for Lyney to turn him back around, only to suddenly feel an unbearable ticklish sensation on his sides as Lyney had wriggled his fingers there so he could brush against his bare sides and tummy from behind.
“Nahhah! Hehehe-” Wriothesley laughed. Maybe this position was a blessing. He was anything but cool right now and wouldn’t want to face Lyney like this!
“Does that tickle?” Lyney teased.
“Yehehes! It does- hahahaa!” Wriothesley felt his laughter increase and increase even more, especially when Lyney’s fingers climbed back up his ribs again. He squirmed and struggled, but with his hands tied behind his back, he really was more helpless than he had ever been before.
And with those ticklish sensations intensifying…
“Lyehehe-Lyney! I’m reheheally sohohorry!” he apologized through uncontrollable giggles.
“Are you now?” Lyney sang. His fingers arrived at his armpits again and managed to find those sweet spots that made Wriothesley jump. He felt Lyney bounce on top of him, still straddling him, and more laughs and cackles left his lips.
“Eeehehehee! Dahahaamnh!” He wriggled from side to side. That tickled so bad! And still all this time, Lyney was only using minimal pressure. After tickling his armpits until Wriothesley’s voice got even louder, Lyney’s light tickles moved towards his neck. It was a spot Wriothesley hadn’t even tried on Lyney before since he’d just squeeze and claw at Lyney’s slender torso until he cackled, but he realized the neck could be rather sensitive with how much he was laughing and writhing.
“Nohohot thehehere!” he whined, moving his head from side to side. It was such a vulnerable spot, and Lyney skilfully trailed his fingers against the skin of his neck, under his chin, even his ears. Why did it tickle so much!
“Not here, really? Is this the spot?” he heard Lyney ask. Before he could process what happened, Lyney managed to flip him over on his back again with surprising strength for a guy so small. And finally Wriothesley could see his face again and… He was relieved to see him smile. He no longer had the cold aura around him. The look in his eyes was as soft and tender as his tickles were, and Wriothesley couldn’t help but blush and feel shy under his judging gaze all of a sudden.
“Plehehease,” he whined when Lyney’s fingers scribbled randomly at any spot they could find under his shirt. He arched his back and gasped.
“Please what?” Lyney asked, probably thinking he was going to beg him to stop the tickling.
“Kihihiss me,” Wriothesley giggled instead. He was so in need of that affection after seeing Lyney angry. Lyney smiled and leaned in.
“Ask again,” he said with a smirk, his fingers finding a really sensitive spot right at his waist and tickling it very softly with his nails.
“HNghehehhe! Kiss me,” Wriothesley moaned softly. Lyney finally closed the final distance between them and kissed him. Their lips moved together while Lyney’s fingers continued to explore the most sensitive places on his body. Which was... anywhere actually, Wriothesley learned. From his tummy to his sides, and he even moved his hands further and found a really sensitive spot on his lower back that made Wriothesley shudder when it was tickled with quick and soft little scribbles.
“AHhhaha not thehehere!” he laughed again, but Lyney shut him up with another kiss. Damn! Wriothesley’s entire body was on fire as he moaned, his giggles muffled while Lyney continued to kiss him more passionately.
They kissed and kissed, he laughed and giggled, and all of a sudden he heard a click. His hands were released from the handcuffs. He had no idea how his magical boyfriend did that so smoothly without him noticing, but he wasn’t going to ask.
Satisfied with his freedom, he immediately wrapped Lyney into his arms and kissed him as if his life depended on it. However even while kissing, he now remembered: soft. He didn’t need to pin him down or squeeze him firmly, or kiss him without a break until he couldn’t breathe. He shouldn’t hold him too tightly, he shouldn't do anything that might hurt him. He could take it slow and easy, and he realized that was how Lyney enjoyed it the most.
With Lyney still on top of him, they made out, and finally when they pulled apart, Wriothesley asked, just to be on the same page: “Are you still angry?”
Lyney smiled. “I was never angry.”
Wriothesley frowned. “Hm? You were very angry.”
“Wasn’t. How else was I going to let you submit to this?” Lyney asked, demonstrating by tickling Wriothesley’s cheek and neck softly. Wriothesley responded with a sudden giggle and he twitched.
“Buhuhut…” Before he could ask, Lyney kissed him again.
“You forgot again. Your boyfriend is a magician, but also a performer. I know how to act.”
“Really?”
“Of course I was a little irritated. You tickled me so much until it did hurt a little, and I was also embarrassed. But everything else was just me making sure this would happen,” Lyney admitted, and he tickled Wriothesley again.
“I cahan’t believe y-you hehehe,” Wriothesley laughed, but he couldn’t help but hug him tightly again. He loved his boyfriend so much, and everyday he would still learn new things about him.
“So... About those gifts…” Lyney finally said, and he looked at the bags.
“May I still receive them? I’m curious what they are.”
Wriothesley chuckled and shook his head. “Of course. They’re all yours baby.” And he watched fondly how Lyney jumped off the bed and rushed towards the bags with adorable excitement. Yeah, never a dull day with a ticklish and sneaky cheeky magician Fatui as his boyfriend. But Wriothesley wouldn’t trade him for anyone else!
[Epilogue]
“Ahahahah! Wrioheheh-Wriothesleheheey! Nohoho!” Lyney couldn’t stop giggling as Wriothesley lightly tickled his stomach and sides.
Hugging his newly gifted cat plushie tight didn’t give him any protection. The plushie even happened to be a nuisance when Wriothesley’s fingers found his underarms and brushed gently against the spots. Embracing the plushie, it was hard to move his arms, and Lyney kicked as a reflex. Of course that didn’t affect his huge boyfriend in the slightest.
“Hehehehe not thehehere! I cahahan’t mohohove!”
It was the morning after a long and lustful night during their weekend together, and Lyney was currently facing Wriothesley’s wrath and revenge for tricking him the previous day. Well, it did result in something. He now tickled him with so much care, softness and tenderness. In a way it felt even more ticklish than ever. It felt better.
“Do you want me to stop? Just say the word.”
Ah, they had also officially introduced a safeword now: “Nehehever!” Alright, that wasn’t the actual safeword. No way would Lyney surrender now. But, the safeword was ‘jellyfish’. Just a random word they came up with together during their heated night together, but with the way Wriothesley was indulging him right now, Lyney doubted he should ever use it.
“Alright, then I’ll continue tickling you just as I please~”
Wriothesley sounded so happy and content that Lyney couldn’t help but feel that his little act really paid off. Just another improvement in his remarkable romance with the Lord of the Fortress of Meropide!
Yay finally got something out and yes I understand that I haven't posted a fic in a month, but most of it was because I was busy (Totally not because I was procrastinating on this). Anyways this fic idea came from the fact that I really love Wrio and Lyney together however I don't see nearly as much love for them in the community as I do Cynonari and Sethoscara, So I decided to write this smallish fic detected to them. I hope y'all enjoy
(Also I can't tell if this is a cringe idea or not so if it is I'm sorry and also I'm still trying to work on writing so if you have an tips for that please leave a comment Thxs)
Word Count: 717
An audible exhale filled the quiet room as Wriothesly stared his favorite teapot now shattered into pieces in front of him
"...Lyney." Wriothesly said without a tone of emotion in his voice only making the magician even more frightened. "Why is my teapot shattered into pieces."
"Well I was trying to do the cloth table trick were you pull out the cloth underneath a table to keep the stuff on and I may have accidentally not been fast enough hehe" Lyney said with a nervous laugh not knowing what his partner would do next.
"Sigh" Wriothesly put his hand up to the bridge of his nose in exasperation at how much his boyfriend could be such a hassle some times.
"Wrio y-you aren't mad at me are you?" Lyney asked with a hint of nervousness in his voice worrying what would happen if his boyfriend was mad.
"No." and with that answer Lyney sighed at relief and hey maybe he wouldn't get a punishment after all
"However you still need to learn a lesson on taking others stuff."
Nevermind he was definitely screwed and with those finals words before Lyney could react Wriothesly furiously sprinted across the room, picked up Lyney, threw him on the couch and then proceeded to straddle his boyfriend.
"Lyney you remember Mr.Wolf don't you? from the time that you "accidentally" got glitter all over my very nice suit with another one of your tricks."
Lyney's heart sank as he went into full panic mode understanding what his boyfriend or "Mr.Wolf" would do to him.
"N-Nohohoo W-Wrio! Pl-Plehease have some mercy." giggles slipping into the begging as Lyney was already anticipating what was going to happen.
"Its not me you need to appease its Mr.Wolf that you should be worried about and right now he wants to hear your laugh." and with a devilish smirk Wriothesly lowered his fingers right onto the magician's ribs scratching and prodding furiously.
"AHAHAHA NOHOOOO WRIOOOO!!!!" Lyney said while flopping around like a fish out of water.
"Again it's not me that's doing this it's Mr.Wolf."
"YOUHUHU AREEE AN AHHASHSSS" Lyney's laughter went one octave higher as he felt his boyfriend switch to his sides a focus on his stomach.
"Mr.Wolf doesn't appreciate you being so crass with him and for that he will punish you further."
Wriothesly then proceeded to lift up his boyfriend's shirt and to a look of horror on Lyney's face he smirked and blew the biggest raspberry that Lyney has ever experienced,
"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA IMMMM GONNNNNAAAA DIEEEEEEEEE"
"Bit dramatic although you are an actor so that's expected"
"PLEHEHASHEEEEE MERCCCYYYYY MEHERCYYYY"
"Sorry." Wriothesly said with a satisfied grin on his face "Mr.Wolf doesn't know what that word means."
After a few more minutes of "Mr.Wolf's" torment he finally decided to let up on the boy leaving him in a giggly, blush colored pile.
"I think Mr.Wolf is satisfied with the results and to be perfectly honest I am as well." Wriothesly stated getting off his boyfriend and sitting on the other side of the couch satisfied with hi- I mean Mr.Wolf's work.
"Y-Youhuhu are horriblhle" Lyney said residual giggles leaving his body.
"Well you are lucky that I had the mercy to let you go in the first place considering I could've let Mr.Wolf be much worse."
"You are so lucky that I love both you and Mr.Wolf or both would be dead right now hmph" Lyney said crossing his arms and trying to be angry at his boyfriend, but in reality couldn't even keep the grin off his face from the tickling he just faced.
"Yeah, yeah I love you as well and maybe next time you will think twice before using my expensive tea sets as props for your tricks."
Lyney began to walk away, but as he did muttered under his breath "Next time I'll break everything and that will show you."
Unfortunately for him Wriothesly heard
"Oh it seems that someone wants a round 2 of Mr.Wolf."
And with that Lyney hearing those words set off sprinting to another room with Wriothesly following soon after.
This wouldn't be the last time Lyney broke a rule and this certainly wouldn't be the last time we would see "Mr.Wolf".
A/N: I randomly got hit with inspiration and decided to write this last tickletober fic—thanks for your interest!
Summary: Lumine wants to play around with Lyney's voodoo doll
Characters: lee!Lyney, ler!Lumine
“What’s that, Lynette?” Lumine gazed down at the small felt doll with a little felt top hat in Lynette’s hands.
“It’s a voodoo doll. Mona helped me make it.” Lynette answered.
“Oh, wow. Does it really work?”
“Yes, it does. We’ve used it in a couple of shows. It was actually Lyney’s idea.”
“It looks just like him.”
“Thank you. I’ve gotten pretty good at needlework lately. Mona helped me cast the spell on it.”
“Is he feeling you hold it right now?”
“No, it can be turned on and off, per say. All you have to do is say the magic words.”
“Would you mind if I borrowed it?”
Lynette side-eyed Lumine. “What for?”
“Harmless fun. I would never hurt him or anything.”
“Hm… Alright, I trust you. Just bring it back to me by the end of the day.”
“Thank you! I’ll take good care of him. I promise.”
Lynette handed the doll to Lumine. Lumine held it with utmost care. “Do you know where he is right now?” Lumine asked.
“He’s probably in his room practicing. I can take you upstairs.”
Lumine followed Lynette up the staircase. “His room is right next to mine,” Lynette gestured. “Oh, the magic words are…” she whispered something to Lumine. “Have fun,” she smiled.
“I will,” Lumine smiled back.
Lumine walked down the hall and stopped in front of the door with a big red cursive “L” with a hat on it, right next to the door with a big teal cursive “L” with cat ears on it. She hid the doll behind her back and knocked three times. “Lyneyyy~”
Lyney quickly opened the door. “Ah! Hello, darling. I thought it was you. Here to see me~?” Lyney bowed.
“I am! Mind if I come in?”
“Of course!”
Lumine stepped inside Lyney’s room and walked over towards his bed, noticing the playing cards and other various props scattered about.
“Sorry about the clutter. I was practicing a few tricks.”
“No worries at all. I actually wanted to show you a trick myself.”
Lyney blinked. “Really?”
“Yep! I think it’ll be better if you sit down.”
“Oh, okay!” Lyney plopped down onto his bed.
Lumine said something under her breath. “You ready?”
“Go aheaaAAAHAhahAhaAhahAHA?!” Lyney jumped and shrieked as he felt something suddenly start squeezing his waist.
Lumine giggled. “So it really does work!” She brought the doll into Lyney’s view, holding it up in front of him.
“Wha? W-wait, isn’t that- EEEK! Ehehehehehe!”
Lumine tickled the doll’s tummy.
“P-please be careful with that, I can feel it through my c-clothes,” Lyney flushed.
“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. I just wanted to play around a little, that's all.” Lumine winked and squeezed the doll's hips.
“Nohohohoo! StahahAHAHAhap ihihit!”
“Not yet. I think you like this~” she whispered into the doll’s ear. She then tickled both of the doll’s ears with one finger each.
“EHEHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHA *snort* HAHA *snort* AHAHAHAHAHA!” He covered his ears with his hands, which did nothing.
“Aww~ Look at you, trying to protect your cute little ears.”
“DOHOHOHOHOHON’T TEHEHEHEASE MEHEHEHEHEHE!” He covered his face instead.
“Hey, no hiding! Oh, I know. I remember you being really ticklish riiiiight here.” She gently scratched the doll’s underarms.
Oh, it was incredi- horrible. No matter what Lyney did, he was unable to protect himself from the tickling. He rolled back and forth, kicked his legs, and glued his arms to his sides, but nothing helped.
“Ooh, did I find a good spot? Are your inner thighs sooo super sensitive, Lyney? Right here? And here?”
“PLEHEHEHE—AHAHAHA—IHAHAHAI CAHAHAHA—CAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!!” Lyney’s laughter went silent a few times as tears of joy ran down his cheeks. His face was bright red.
Lumine tickled and teased him for a few more minutes until she thought he had really had enough. She muttered something and put the doll down on the bed, climbing on top of the real Lyney to give him a hug.
“Aha… I hate yohohou…” Lyney panted.
“No you don’t~”
“Whatever… Mrrmph!”
Lumine kissed him. She felt him melt into her. “There, all better?”
Anygays, I've become mentally ill for the three of them and just HAD to write them
Spoilers for Fontaine obv!!
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Lyney x Lynette x Freminet (PLATONIC)
Lee: Lyney
Lers: Lynette, Freminet
Warnings: Tickles! Spoilers for Fontaine act 1!
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Anyone would assume this would be a good day for Lyney. Thanks to the traveller, his innocence was proven and he could now walk as a free man. So why was it that his heart still ached later that night..?
The face of shock and disappointment the traveller gave after learning of his ties with the Fatui has been clouding his mind. Was their relationship now... tarnished? Was there nothing he could do...?
His thoughts were interrupted when he felt a soft pat on his shoulder, prompting him to turn around to face the younger slibing. "Oh, Freminet! Do what do I owe the pleasure?" it was like a switch had been activated and Lyney was back to acting like his usual cheerful self. But it was just that, an act... Just like he deceived people up on the stage, he can do the same with his true emotions. Although he underestimates how perceptive his family is.
"Umm... you've been awfully quiet tonight, is everything okay?"
"Of course I'm okay! I'm better than okay! If it wasn't for the... traveller... I wouldn't be back here tonight" there was a hint of sadness in the magician's eyes at the mention of the traveller. "Anyways, it's been a long day for all of us, you should go to sleep" and with that, Lyney slithered out of there, leaving Freminet feeling even more concerned.
With no other choice, Freminet went to ask Lynette about what happened there. After all, she had been present through it all. He peaked his head through the open door, catching his sister's attention.
"Hmm, is something wrong, Freminet?" she motioned him to come in.
"It's about Lyney... did something happen back there? He's been avoidant all night...".
Lynette let out a sigh and proceeded to explain the fallout between him and the traveller.
Freminet listened intently, slowly nodding along "I see... Is there anything we can do to help?".
"I'm sure with time, he and the traveller will come to an understanding".
The younger brother nodded but let out a soft sigh of disappointment. It had been many times his sibling had helped him out of awkward situations, and now he wanted to return the favor.
"But..." Lynette started to trail off. "He has been awfully moody tonight, I say we do something about it" aside from her usual serious demeanor, there was a slight spark of mischief in her eyes. Freminet could only imagine what she had planned and bregudgingly followed her to Lyney's room.
"Lyney... you in there?" Lynette reached out, followed by a soft knock to his bedroom door.
It was hard to make out, but they heard a faint 'it's open' and the younger siblings made their way in. Upon entering, they saw Lyney laying on his stomach with his face pressed against his pillow, refusing to look at either of them.
After a moment of hesitation, Lynette gave Freminet a slight shove towards their older brother. The youngling let out a flustered squeak, the freckles across his cheeks slowly being drowned out by the pink color overtaking them. He gave Lynette a flustered glare, while she only prompted him to keep going.
With a deep breath, he spoke out "Lyney...?". He only got a slight humm in reply, signaling that the magician was listening to him, despite keeping his face hidden. Freminet let out another breath before continuing "Lynette told me about what happened... with the traveller...". He observed the way Lyney's body tensed up at the mention and couldn't help but feel a bit guilty for bringing it up. "I'm sorry, I just... you don't have to suffer in silence...".
Freminet's voice grew softer and he took a seat next to Lyney. Shortly after, Lynette made her way to sit on the opposite side of the bed.
"We both know you're hurting, whether you admit it or not" Lynette's voice was sharper, but she only wished to get through her stubborn brother.
"I already said I'm fine..." Lyney whined out like a toddler, burrying his face deeper into the pillow. The other two couldn't help but softly snicker in amusement.
"If you'll keep sulking like that, then I guess we have no other choice..." Lynette and Freminet exchanged some glances, as if communicating telepathycally. Then, Lyney felt the magical hand of his assistant slide down his side, causing his whole body to jolt in surprise. But he wouldn't let his image falter from a simple touch and held onto his pillow tightly. As if it would somehow save him from his demise.
"Noho tickles, Lynette..." the magician let out a whiny giggle, muffled by his pillow, but still audibly adorable.
"In that case, your turn, Freminet".
"Huh...?" Freminet's gaze shyed away.
"C'mon, he won't bite" Lynette teased him, causing the younger boy to pout slightly.
"Fine..." he hesitantly reached out and gently tweaked at his brother's ribcage, earning a high-pitched squeak.
"gyAH! Dohon't listen to her, Freminehet!".
Usually, Freminet was one to oblige to Lyney's request. But he noticed that the elder one didn't as much squirm away from his touch, did he like it, perhaps? With that in mind, Freminet's fingertips kept delicately exploring each and every ticklish bone. Causing a cascade of giggles to pour out of Lyney's mouth.
"Nahahaha! Ihihit tickles!!" the magician blurted out the obvious through his hysterics. His legs started kicking out from behind out of instinct, but that would soon end when he felt weight settle on top of his legs.
"That's the point, silly" Lynette spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. Now with her brother's legs pinned, she started to poke and scribble at the back of his knees.
"eHEEK! AHAHAHA! NAHAT THEHEHERE!" if it were anyone else, Lyney would try bucking them off, but he couldn't risk hurting his sister. So he did the only thing he could in this situation and took the tickling like a champ (not really).
Lyney's hysterical and goofy sounds filled up the room. High-pitched charming laughter mixed in with snorts rang through the siblings ears.
"Hey Freminet, you should target his armpits".
"W-wait, Freminet dohoHON'T!!" Lyney's whole body jumped, errupting into another fit of contagious laughter. Poor Lynette got flung off of him, but landed flat across the bed. When she got up to see the commotion, there was Freminet, his small fingers carefully poking and scribbling at the ticklish hollows.
"Am I doing this right...?" he asked feeling unsure of himself, even though Lyney was currently crumbling from those simple touches.
"WAHAHA! P-PLEASE! I CAHAHAN'T!" Lyney rolled over onto his back and grabbed at Freminet's wrists, causing him to stop. The younger siblings observed the magician take in deep breaths. His chest heaving, hair all messy, eyes a bit watery, and a bright smile on his face. It looked like their plan worked after all.
"She put me up to it...!" Freminet blurted out, feeling a bit afraid that he took things too far, earning an eye roll from his sister. But before his thoughts could run wild, he felt a playful hand ruffle his hair. "H-hey!...".
When he looked down, he saw Lyney still smiling brightly at him. A genuine smile, Freminet thought. He couldn't help but smile back at his brother.
"Thank you for that, you two" Lyney smiled a bit sheepishly with flushed cheeks. But right now this moment was more important than whatever embarrassment he felt. He wrapped each of them into his arms, pulling them close into a snuggle pile.
"Looks like he's back to normal" Lynette said, both she and Freminet snuggling into each side of Lyney.
"Next time, please don't keep your feelings to yourself..." Freminet whispered out softly, not daring to make eye contact.
"Alright, alright, lessoned learned. I'm so glad to have such a reliable support system~" he gave each of them a squeeze. The three of them enjoying their silent company for a while, until... "But that doesn't mean I'll let you both go scott free...~" he spoke in a teasing tone, causing both siblings to tense up in his embrace.
The rest of the night was spent with cuddles and laughter. Whatever happened in the future, he was sure he could pull through with his family...
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Im sorry if this is shit but I still think its cute 🥲
