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[gabe-76]

A day at the winery.

♡︎: Okay, so, I tried to make a fic to see how will it go. I just wanted to try something new. Hope you enjoy, this is my first fic. You can tell me if I need to change some things on my writing.

Ships: Diluc x Tartaglia.

Lee: Diluc, (Tartaglia, a little)

Ler: Tartaglia, (Diluc, a little)

Characters: 4.856.

This is a tickle fic, if you don't like it, please just scroll down.

Today was a normal day at the Dawn Winery, Diluc could say. That was until the door of the winery opened, and a ginger haired male entered the room, looking like a ball of energy.

"Master Diluc, long time we don't see!" - Tartaglia said, rushing towards the counter of the bar with a big smile on his lips.

"Ah, sure we haven't…" - The red haired man said with a sigh, leaving some clean wine glasses on a shelve.

Tartaglia titled his head and simply pouted - "What?, you didn't miss me all the time I was out? So mean, master Diluc. I thought you will smile even a little..." - The ginger hummed, looking away.

"I can't say I haven't missed you, Tartaglia. I just think that before you came here was really peaceful." - Diluc said, turning around to face the ginger with his arms crossed.

The ginger boredly stared at the other, huffing - "I thought you liked my energy." - "I sure do, sometimes your energy entertains some people, but I'm tired today. I haven't rest in a while."

The ginger perked up a little when he Heard those words. - "I suppose it's by your work." - The ginger said, leaning forward. - "You can't go to your house now? I'm the only person here, from what I see. Your personal is not here either, why are you still working?"

"Hm, I'm not feeling tired. I was advancing some work." - the male said, just using excuses. He didn't wanted to sleep, not because he didn't wanted, it was just because he was stubborn. Before the personal was gone, some of them almost begged him to go rest, but he didn't obey them. - "Is it that, or just because you are really stubborn naturally?"

The red head looked at the other, arching an eyebrow. - "Tsk, what do you mean like that?, I'm not stubborn..." - He muttered, closing his eyes and looking away from the ginger. - "Sure you aren't, master Diluc." - He smiled softly, rounding the counter and entering, to start hugging the other from behind.

"When are you planning to finish your 'advances' on your work?" - "Mh, who knows. Two/three hours, maybe more." - Diluc responded, crossing his arms, looking away. - "That's too late, It's already 12 am- huh? Are you okay?" - Tartaglia got interrupted by a sudden jolt from the red head when he nuzzled his nose behind the other's ear.

The hydro user could see that Diluc's cheeks and ears were slightly red. - "It's nothing..." - Diluc muttered, discreetly trying to separate from the hug. Tartaglia decided to try something, and gently kissed the same spot were he put his nose on, earning a yelp from the other.

"Diluc... Don't tell me that..."

"Shut up."

"I haven't say anything!!" - Tartaglia smiled, putting his fingers on the other's waist, making the red head quickly grab his wrist.- "Tartaglia..." - "Hm?" - "Don't you dare..." - "Too late!"

Tartaglia started kissing the spot behind Diluc's ear, making the other try to hold back his laughter. - "Come on, master Diluc... Laugh a little, will you?" - Tartaglia said, starting to dig his fingers on Diluc's ribs, making the other finally start laughing.

"S-Stohop it in this instant, Tahartaglia!!" - Diluc groaned through his laughter, his ears turning red, almost combining with the color of his hair. - "Look at your ears! They look like they're a part of your hair!" - The ginger grinned, now gently blowing raspberries on Diluc's neck, and tickling his armpits, making the normally serious male start to laugh uncontrollably.

"CH-CHIHIHILDEHEHE!!" - Diluc squirms in the hug, trying to push the other away, but Tartaglia simply trapped him between the counter and himself. - "STOHOHOP, THIHIS IS CHIHILDISH." - Diluc said, his face about to explode from how red it is.

"If you give me a Kiss, I might stop..." - He acted like he was thinking, while still tickling the other's armpits. - F-Fihihine! J-Juhust stohohop!"

With that, the ginger quickly stopped, and let the other catch his breath. When Diluc relaxed, he turned around to face Tartaglia with a frown, while the ginger brightly smiled at him. - "Where's my Kiss?" - The ginger asked innocently, making kissing sounds, while Diluc rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but smile a little. - "You're so annoying, you know?" - "But you love me!!"

Diluc sighed and got his face closer to Tartaglia's, his lips almost touching. Finally, Diluc started gently kissing Tartaglia's lips, the ginger corresponding it.

Suddenly, Tartaglia could feel some hands gently tickling his middle, making him break the Kiss with a giggle. - "W-Whahat? Dihiluc!"

"You think I forgot you were ticklish too, fatui? Now it's my turn." - Diluc said, smirking, as he tickled the ginger's navel, making the ball of energy explode with laughter.

This type of fights always occurred when Tartaglia went to visit Diluc. None of them both could say they hated those moments, after all, they don't really have time to be this close…

[italeean]

Endurance training

You can find the plot here

A/N: Hiiiii!! Guys you have NO IDEA of how excited I am for this fic... like, an x reader??? WITH MY HUSBAND?!!!! Anon, chiunque tu sia, ti amo 💚🤍❤️ (Anon, whoever you are, I love you). I hope you all enjoy this work, suggestions and support are always appreciated 🌸 Happy July everyone!!

DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, if it's not to your taste, I don't suggest you read it

Every day just felt the same: waking up at 4 AM, going on a run, shower, light breakfast, training, lunch, more training, dinner and sleep. That was the merciless routine y/n has had ever since they decided to join the Fatui ranks as a recruit. And the worst part was him.

Tartaglia, Childe, the 11th Harbinger and also their direct superior. He was the Harbinger responsible for their training, and y/n was destined to be one of his soldiers, under his command. If they wanted to have a future as something more than a simple soldier, they needed to make themselves known, they needed to be bold and daring if they wanted to impress him.

But how do you impress someone who's so fearless and self-confident that he fights with the weapon he has most trouble using?! (And he's also a pro at it)

The answer was completely unknown to them. They just knew they needed to make him notice them and see their potential. Because they had potential... right..? There was no time to be insecure, they had the skills and the desire to learn and reach higher and higher goals.

That's why they trained almost to exhaustion, paying attention not to burn themselves out to avoid missing out on important training session just because their body was too strained to even get up, and eventually their work paid off because the Harbinger decided to follow their progress with special attention, which included private combat lessons after the regular training with all the other recruits.

The two of them got closer with time, and y/n slowly got used to Childe's reckless and sometimes flirty personality. He was brilliant when it came to combat skills, although he had some lacunae in the topic of strategizing, but they saw him as a model anyway, and they strived to impress him.

However, they felt like they lacked something in their style. Their shape was perfect, their movements were fluid, their reflexes were quick... and still, the Harbinger always took them down in any kind of combat with any kind of weapon without even breaking a sweat during their training sessions.

"You're too rigid," He always told her "you should try to have more fun. Be bold, unpredictable. You're always on the defensive so your style gets predictable in the long run." Those words stung a little, but y/n knew he was right... they had to be more daring, even at the cost of making mistakes.

They quickly got up and charged at the Harbinger with the intent of tackling him to the ground... only to find their hands blocked before they could even register what was happening.

Childe was standing in front of them with his usual smug smile. "That's already much better, although we'll need to work on your speed. Now, if you manage to grab your opponents hands like I did with you, you have many possibilities." He got both y/n's hands into one of his own, "Like a headbutt, a kick to make the opponent fall and bring the fight to the ground, or you can assess a punch to the stomach, right here..."

His free hand darted to the mentee's belly to show them the exact spot to hit... but when he poked the area, he was surprised by the startled yelp that left y/n's lips. "Oh? Is there something wrong? Did it hurt? It wasn't supposed to hurt... did you strain a muscle? You've been doing the stretching routine I gave you, right?" He looked at them with a worried but stern look on his face as he let go of their hands.

"Of course I did!" Y/n replied quickly "It didn't actually hurt... it just... umm... startled me! Anyway... I'm starting to feel fatigued now, I think it's better to do the stretching and wrap things up here for today..."

Childe nodded and smiled "It's good that you're learning to understand the signals of your body, it can save your life in battle... unless you're me, in that case, fatigue isn't a thing for me." He boasted playfully and started to leave, letting y/n do the stretching on their own. Y/n breathed a sigh of relief... luckily he had bought her excuse.

'Who do they think they're kidding?' Tartaglia thought to himself. And he was right, who did they think they were kidding? He was a big brother, he could detect a lie from a mile, especially when it came to being ticklish.

The following day, the morning training went as usual, but when they headed to the training arena in the evening, a little surprise awaited them. The Harbinger was standing there with a mischievous, almost ominous smirk on his face.

"Today we'll have a special training session to improve your stamina and strength." He began "It's very effective, and I can guarantee you that you'll feel loosened up after I'm done wi- I mean, after we're done." He chuckled, cooing internally at y/n's confused expression.

He gave them a wooden stick, "You'll have to keep it raised above your head for as long as you can." He told them. The instructions were simple enough, and the mentee did immediately as they were told, although they found that training unexpectedly easy... almost excessively simple.

"Umm... shall we pass to something heavier..?" They asked perplexed after a couple of minutes. "Don't be cocky now, you're about to find out how hard this exercise can get..." He got closer to them, cracking his knuckles.

Y/n gulped at the thought of what was about to happen, because they didn't know. Probably not even the Tsartitsa herself knew how ruthless the training to become a Fatuus could get. They had to keep their guard high, be ready for the worst...

But they weren't ready for the storm of pokes that descended on their torso, making them yelp and squirm and jump left and right. "Wha- aaaahhehehehe w-whahat are yohou doiiing???" "Oh can't you tell by yourself? I'm tickling you!! I'm sure it has happened to you before! Now you better keep that stick up~" He teased as his hands went to town all over their poor tummy, toned by all those days of training.

"Hahahahaha h-hohohow dihihid yohou-"

"How did I know? Dear, I'm an older brother... did you really thought you had fooled me with your little act and your little excuse?" He chuckled as he poked y/n's abs and pinched their sides. "Now, don't you think you deserve this also as a punishment for lying to me, your superior AND your dear mentor?"

"Nooooohohoho thihihis ihihisn't fahahahair!!" The mentee complained as they succumbed to the giggles.

"This is endurance training, it isn't supposed to be fair. Now gather up and endure, that stick is shaking too much." He latched onto their ribs with both hands, enjoying the shriek that left y/n's lips as he played with their ribcage as if it was a piano.

"GAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOHOHOP IT!!" Y/n yelled on top of their lungs as their sensitive ribs were playfully tormented. "Or else what? I should remind you that I'm the one in charge here, so you're in no position to bark orders." The redhead replied with his usual amount of wit and sass as he kept having fun with his mentee's ribs.

Poor y/n could feel their legs shaking, but they did their best to fight the urge to curl over themselves... with scarce results apparently, because Tartaglia corrected them. "Your posture is incorrect, I'm gonna have to correct you, I suppose..."

And by 'correct' he meant scribbling all over their back and watch them yelp and arch it into a more correct position. "That's what I'm talking about... and I gotta admit that you're lasting surprisingly long given how much you're laughing and squirming... I guess I'll have to go for the kill..."

As he said that, his hands shot up to y/n's underarms, delicately scratching the skin with all his 10 fingers. "WAAAAHAHAHAEHEHEHEHE NOHOHOHOHO PLEHEAHAHAHSE!!" The trainee couldn't handle it anymore and let go of the stick as their knees gave out and they crumbled to the ground, trying to curl up in a ball as those devious, nimble fingers followed every single movement of theirs.

"IHIHIHI GIHIHIHIVEHEHE!! IHIHI GIVEHEHEHEHEHE UHUHUHUHUP!!!" They scream-laughed desperately when the tickling got too much to handle, and were relieved that the Harbinger decided to be merciful and stop the tickling.

After they recovered from that merciless attack (yes, he recognized he'd been a little merciless), he looked at them still with his smug face. "Well? What do you think about this endurance training?"

"Endurance training?! You call this torture a training session?!" They exclaimed in embarrassment, which made him snicker. "I think you should endure a little bit of punishment for lying to me about your ticklishness..." He slowly approached them again.

"I loved this training session!!" Y/n quickly replied with a terrified smile. Maybe (MAYBE) they had fun, but going through all of that again was really too much. "See? That's what I'm talking about!" He chirped, "I bet you're much more relaxed and laid back after laughing so much... but you're right, this was no training. I just wanted to have my fun while loosening you up."

"You WHAT?!" The poor mentee exclaimed completely astonished. "Aaaww are you gonna pretend you didn't like this even a little? Fine, I guess... get up and get your revenge!"

Y/n quickly got up and charged at their mentor, determined to take him down and 'make him pay'.

They never managed to get their revenge... on the contrary, they got wrecked again, but Childe also told them that he'd never seen them fight so well, without the usual rigidity. That 'endurance training' had really managed to loosen them up.

[skylarstark4826]

I absolutely loved this beautiful publication of the Wednesday Addams series of the Enijax ship of the Enid Sinclair and Ajax Petropolus characters together and above all because I absolutely love that in it they have made a tickling fic of the Netflix Wednesday Addams series of the Enid and Ajax characters together and above all because both look absolutely beautiful and romantic and also and above all because I really hope we can see them together again in season 2 and also because I really would have liked that we had seen them together and had this same scene between the 2 together in season 1

By the way, these beautiful Fanarts of them are not mine and the credits are not for me, but I will let you know that right here I will leave you the link of the real creator on Tumblr

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“Insecurity” (Ajax & Enid One Shot Fanfiction) Plot Summary: Ajax feels very insecure about not being able to go out places normally just l

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[italeean]

You know I’m gonna ask for ChiLi 😂 (someone stole Thomato and made it not-lee-Ayato tsk tsk). And 17! 💕

A/N: Hi shortie!! Here's your drabble with ChiLi as a pair 😸 I hope you enjoy it <333 and maybe, just maybe, I'll do another Thomato with lee Ayato without it being requested, ma vedremo 💚🤍❤️ (but we'll see)

Drabble Event Day 8

"Childe, what exactly are you doing?" The former Geo Archon looked at his boyfriend quizzically. He'd been poking him for quite a while without saying anything. "I'm just checking if you're ticklish." The redhead replied, still focused on his little mission.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm pretty sure I'm above something so childish." Zhongli sighed, only earning a pout from his lover. "No, that's impossible! If you're not ticklish how can I get back at you?" Childe whined, thinking about all the times he'd been on the receiving end.

"I don't see a reason why you should do that, I only used tickling when you acted like a brat and needed to be treated like one." The older man stated, making the Harbinger glare at him with a blush on his cheeks. "That's not true at all!" He complained while stomping his foot "Now go lie down on the bed and let me do my research!" He commanded, sounding more bratty than intimidating or authoritative.

The Geo user could've easily said no and stop his boyfriend's shenanigans, but he didn't see why he had to deny him on that. They were at home and had a day off from work, so he figured that indulging in Tartaglia's request wasn't going to hurt anyone. Also, knowing the redhead, he would've probably tried to do it again in public, which Zhongli preferred to avoid.

He did as he was told and even put his hands behind his head to give Childe more access. The blue-eyed guy immediately straddled him and spidered his hands all over his torso, but with no results at all. The dark-haired man found it endearing to watch his cute lover frown and puff his cheeks, so after cherish that view for a bit longer he leaned back and closed his eyes, waiting for him to finally give up.

However things took an unexpected turn when he felt a tingly sensation coming from his thigh that made his leg twitch, then another one, and another, and another...

His eyes opened wide and met with the Harbinger's mischievous gaze. In that moment he realized he was in big trouble. "Ooohh did I find something interesting?" The guy asked while making claws with his hands and lowering them slowly towards the newly-found tickle spot.

The former Geo Archon took a deep breath, he could still save the situation. "I... I don't think so... you just caught me by surprise." That excuse was weak, but hopefully Tartaglia would believe him. "Is that so? Then let me tell you this, I'm gonna do it again." He warned him before squeezing his partner's thighs again, feeling his knees wiggling and his legs shaking underneath him.

This time he didn't stop after a few seconds, though. He noticed how Zhongli was trying not to laugh with all his might, so he decided to go on and see who had more resistance between his hands and his lover's stubbornness.

Obviously it was an easy win. The Geo user broke down in low-pitched laughter in less than thirty seconds. "Ohohokahay ohohohokahahay mahahaybehe Ihihi wahasn't juhuhust suhurprisehehed..!" He said between his giggles. "But weren't you above something so childish, dear?" His lover teased, deciding to try his luck and go back to the spots that hadn't elicited any kind of reaction.

He wasn't disappointed; the older man kept laughing, which made him understand that he was indeed ticklish, but he was also extremely good at controlling his reactions, except for when his death spot was targeted.

"How does it feel, huh? Being on the receiving end for once." The Harbinger asked proudly while drilling into hid boyfriend's hips without mercy, then poking his sides, clawing his ribs poking his stomach and repeating the cycle, continuously changing spots in a different order to make it all worse.

"Ihihit feehehels- ACK! Ihihihihit feehele fuhuhunnyehehe" The yellow-eyed man joked, since he didn't really mind the playful attention he was receiving.

Childe's assault went on for quite a while, and during that time he noticed a little detail. To find out Zhongli's most sensitive spots, he didn't have to observe the changes in his laughter, because it remained the same for every spot, but how much he squirmed.

He twitched and moved uncontrollably when his thighs were tickled, while his ears, stomach and hips made him twist way less, although they were still sensitive. Everywhere else elicited a good reaction, which is why he couldn't counterattack even if his hands were free. Every time he tried, the Harbinger darted his wiggly fingers all the way up to his underarms, making him clamp his arms to his sides reflexively.

After a while, Childe stopped. He didn't want to kill his lover, after all. "So," he began with his signature smug smirk plastered all over his face "now do you understand what you put me through all this time?"

"Yes, I think I do..." Zhongli replied "But you've had your fun now and got your revenge on me, so let me up." He asked smiling softly, only to be met with an evil chuckle and a playful-yet-ominous glare from the redhead.

"I've had my fun? Oh nuh uh, that was just me looking for your weak spots," Tartaglia cracked his knuckles "now I'll get my revenge."