Hello! I’m Theophilus, but you can call me Theo. I’m a 16
year old dork with a passion for spreading positivity. My blog is a safe space where I share fun and lighthearted tickle content. In the tickle community, I’m a lee-leaning switch, so whether you’re here for a playful tickle or just to soak up some cheerful vibes, you’re in the right place. Let’s keep things positive and wholesome together!
Introduction:
Hello and welcome! I’m Theophilus, but you can call me Theo. As a enthusiast who thrives on spreading positivity, I’m excited to meet new people and potential friends. This space is dedicated to all things tickling, offering a playful and lighthearted experience that I hope will bring a smile to your face.
On my blog, you’ll find a collection of tickle content designed to be both fun and uplifting. Whether you’re here to explore the ticklish side of life or just to enjoy some cheerful moments, you’ll find a safe and welcoming environment. In the tickle community, I identify as a lee-leaning switch. This means I enjoy the playful interactions of tickling while also embracing the lighthearted fun that comes with it.
Although I’m predominantly a French speaker, I’m also comfortable communicating in English. I may make the occasional mistake, but I’m always here to ensure you feel included and comfortable. Beyond my tickling interests, I’m passionate about a variety of hobbies. I love diving into anime series, channeling my creativity through writing and drawing, and immersing myself in video games. Cooking is another passion of mine—there’s nothing quite like creating a delicious meal.
I’m a big fan of many popular series and games, including Genshin Impact, My Hero Academia, Haikyuu, Spy x Family, Tokyo Revengers, Pokémon, Yu-Gi-Oh!, Digimon, Hazbin Hotel, and Helluva Boss. These interests inspire me and bring a lot of joy into my life.
Whether you’re here to engage with some ticklish fun, enjoy positive and uplifting content, or simply to brighten your day, you’ve come to the right place. I’m thrilled to share this journey with you and look forward to keeping our space positive, engaging, and full of laughter. Let’s make the most of our time together and keep those good vibes flowing!
Summary: In the I.M.P. office, Blitzo initiates a playful prank on Moxxie, leading to a burst of laughter and chaos. Despite Moxxie's initial resistance, the situation turns into a light-hearted moment of fun, enjoyed by the rest of the team.
Warnings: Tickling
Word count: 1k
Note: I died for a second, but I come back with a gift. Hope you enjoy!
The I.M.P. office, a whirlwind of controlled chaos, was in full swing. Papers were scattered across desks like fallen leaves, coffee mugs—some half-full, others abandoned—dotted the landscape, and the faint, acrid smell of sulfur hung in the air. The cacophony of shouting, sarcastic banter, and the occasional, jarring explosion created an atmosphere thick with barely-contained disorder. Blitzo, ever the tempest of activity, roamed the office with manic energy, his voice ringing out in a symphony of commands and jibes. His enthusiasm seemed to fuel the barely contained pandemonium.
Loona lounged at her desk, her fingers expertly scrolling through her phone. Her gaze was fixed in a practiced display of boredom, though her sharp eyes occasionally flickered with amusement as she observed the chaos around her. Moxxie and Millie, the office’s dynamic duo, were engrossed in a lively discussion about their latest assassination mission. Their conversation, initially centered on strategy, had devolved into a playful exchange of teasing remarks and affectionate banter. The office thrummed with a palpable energy, hinting at the inevitable eruption of Blitzo's next grand scheme.
Blitzo leaned back in his chair, a picture of restless anticipation. His mismatched eyes gleamed with an irrepressible mischief as he scanned his employees with a predatory grin. Today, he was in one of those moods—too hyper, too restless, even by Hell's standards. His gaze zeroed in on Moxxie, who was animatedly outlining their next mission to Millie. Blitzo's grin widened as he formulated his plan for a little bit of office mischief.
“Hey, Moxxie!” Blitzo’s voice sliced through the din with an edge of playful malice, his tone like a harbinger of trouble.
Moxxie sighed deeply, bracing for the inevitable. “What is it, sir?” he asked, his tone a mix of resigned patience and weary expectation.
Blitzo sprang from his chair with a burst of energy, his hooves clacking sharply against the floor as he made his way toward Moxxie. Each step was purposeful, echoing his intent to stir things up. “You look awfully tense, Moxx. That’s no good! You know, you should really loosen up a bit. How about a bit of fun?”
Millie’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as she glanced between her husband and Blitzo. She had witnessed this routine before and was already looking forward to the unfolding spectacle. “Yeah, Moxxie, you’ve been working yourself to the bone lately. Maybe you could use a break?”
Moxxie’s eyes narrowed, a mix of suspicion and wariness flashing across his face. “I’m perfectly fine, thank you. No need for any—” His protest was cut off as Blitzo lunged forward, his fingers wiggling with gleeful intent.
“Tickle break!” Blitzo declared with unrestrained delight, his fingers finding Moxxie’s sides and beginning their merciless assault.
Moxxie’s eyes widened in alarm as he burst into uncontrollable laughter. His small frame wriggled and squirmed in a desperate bid to escape Blitzo’s relentless fingers, but the attempt was in vain. “B-Blitzo! Hahaha! Stop it! Hahaha! I mean it!”
Blitzo’s laughter mingled with his taunts. “Oh, come on, Moxxie! Let it out! Laugh your little impy heart out!” he teased, his fingers dancing under Moxxie’s arms and skittering along his ribs, the most sensitive spots for the beleaguered imp.
Moxxie was lost in a fit of giggles, his usual composure shattered as he tried to push Blitzo away. “Hahahaha! Millie, help! Hahaha! This is torture!”
Millie watched with a bemused smile, clearly relishing the sight of her husband in such an unguarded state. She made no move to intervene, instead savoring the pure, unfiltered joy Moxxie was experiencing. “Sorry, Moxxie, but you do look like you’re having fun!” she teased, her own laughter bubbling up.
Loona, who had been observing from behind the veil of her phone, rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a smirk of amusement. “You guys are idiots,” she muttered, though her tone was more affectionate than disdainful.
Blitzo finally relented, stepping back with a triumphant grin as Moxxie gasped for breath, his face flushed and his laughter fading to sporadic giggles. He glared at Blitzo, though the effect was softened by his lingering mirth. “You’re… such an asshole, Blitzo…”
Blitzo shrugged nonchalantly, clearly satisfied with his antics. “Hey, you needed it. Consider it a team-building exercise!”
Moxxie straightened his suit, though he was still catching his breath. “Yeah, well… next time, a memo would be appreciated,” he muttered, his voice lacking its usual sharp edge.
Millie walked over and placed a quick, affectionate kiss on Moxxie’s cheek, her eyes shining with love. “You handled that like a champ, Moxxie.”
Moxxie managed a sheepish smile, still a bit embarrassed by the ordeal. “Thanks, Millie. But next time, you’re saving me, okay?”
“Maybe,” Millie replied with a teasing wink.
As the office settled back into its familiar chaos, Blitzo leaned against his desk with a contented smile. These rare moments of light-heartedness, where the harshness of their world receded into the background, were cherished. Even though Moxxie had been the target of Blitzo’s antics, it was clear that these moments of simple, silly fun were what kept them bound together as more than just a team. In the midst of Hell’s relentless turmoil, these bursts of joy reminded them of their true nature—dysfunctional, chaotic, but ultimately a close-knit family. And sometimes, in the depths of Hell, that was more than enough.
I'm falling back into my Lee!Shuichi love!!! Gosh, lemme destroy that shy, adorable emo detective, please!! Also, Kokichi would just make a great ler, especially for him~
1. First pic is just Shuichi getting mean tummy tickles! My older followers know my headcanon, Shuichi's tummy is TICKLISH!
2. The second pic is just some soft, cute smooches!
3. The third pic is based on a small fic by a @tk-writer (which is right here if you want to read it. It's short and quick and so cute!)
4. The fourth picture is Shuichi's biggest weakness, belly button tickles! Especially raspberries. His tummy is extremely ticklish, but his belly button? The WORST. It kills him. It's Kokichi's favorite spot~
Summary: A practice session between Hinata and Kageyama takes an unexpected turn when Kageyama uses an unusual method to help Hinata overcome his frustration and improve his volleyball skills. Their playful interaction highlights the bond they share, adding a lighthearted twist to their intense training routine.
Warnings: Tickling
Word count: 1.4k
The afternoon sun streamed through the high windows of Karasuno’s gym, casting long shadows on the polished wooden floor. The rhythmic thud of a volleyball bouncing echoed in the spacious room, punctuated by sharp exhales and the squeak of sneakers as two figures moved in sync. Hinata and Kageyama were the only ones left, the rest of the team having long since wrapped up their practice. But these two were far from done.
“Kageyama! How’s that?” Hinata called out, his voice breathless yet full of energy. He stood on one side of the net, his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath after his latest serve.
Kageyama, positioned on the other side, caught the ball effortlessly. His sharp gaze locked onto Hinata, and he frowned, a familiar expression of frustration mixed with exasperation crossing his face. “It’s still too high, dumbass! You need to keep it lower and put more spin on it.”
Hinata groaned, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. His usually bright expression was now a mix of determination and frustration. “I’m trying! But it’s way harder than I thought…”
“You’re overthinking it,” Kageyama said, his tone as blunt as ever. He walked toward the net, his footsteps echoing in the empty gym. “Your body knows what to do, but you’re not letting it work. Relax and trust your instincts.”
Hinata looked up at him, his expression softening slightly at Kageyama’s words. He nodded, pushing himself to stand tall. “Okay… I’ll try again.”
Kageyama tossed the ball back to him. “And stop messing up this time.”
Hinata caught the ball with a determined nod. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He tossed the ball into the air, leaped with all the force he could muster, and smacked it with his palm. The ball flew across the net—but curved too much, missing its mark.
Hinata’s heart sank as the ball bounced off the floor outside the boundary line. “Argh! Again?!” he shouted in frustration, dropping to his knees as he buried his face in his hands. “Why can’t I get it right?!”
Kageyama watched him for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a sigh, he crossed the court and crouched down beside Hinata. “You’re too tense,” he said, his voice unusually calm. “You need to loosen up.”
Hinata peeked through his fingers, his curiosity piqued. “Loosen up? How?”
Kageyama’s lips curled into a small, rare smirk. Without warning, he reached out and jabbed his fingers into Hinata’s sides. The reaction was immediate—Hinata’s eyes widened in surprise, and a burst of high-pitched laughter escaped his lips as he jerked away instinctively.
“K-Kageyama?! What are you doing?!” Hinata squealed, his voice rising an octave as he tried to squirm away from Kageyama’s relentless fingers.
“Tickling the stress out of you,” Kageyama replied, his tone deadpan, though there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. His fingers wiggled against Hinata’s ribs, poking and prodding with surprising accuracy.
Hinata’s laughter filled the gym, his earlier frustration completely forgotten as he was reduced to a giggling mess. “N-no! S-stop it! AHAHAHAHA! K-Kageyamaaa!” he cried out, his voice shaky with uncontrollable laughter. His body twisted and turned, trying desperately to escape Kageyama’s ticklish assault.
But Kageyama was relentless. He knew exactly where to target—digging into Hinata’s ribs, skittering his fingers across his belly, and even sneaking up to poke at his underarms. Each spot elicited a different reaction from Hinata, from squeals to gasping giggles.
“Relax, Hinata,” Kageyama teased, his smirk growing as he continued his ticklish torture. “You’ll never get it right if you’re all tense like this.”
“HAHAHA! I-I’m relaxed! I-I’m relaxed!” Hinata pleaded, though his words were barely coherent between his bouts of laughter. His cheeks were flushed, and tears of mirth began to gather at the corners of his eyes.
Kageyama finally relented, pulling back with a satisfied expression as he watched Hinata collapse onto the floor, panting and giggling uncontrollably. “See? I told you you needed to loosen up.”
Hinata lay on his back, still catching his breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He wiped at his eyes, trying to clear the tears of laughter that blurred his vision. “Y-you’re such a jerk, Kageyama,” he managed to say, though there was no real malice in his tone.
Kageyama shrugged, unfazed. “Yeah, yeah. Now get up. We’re not done yet.”
Hinata groaned but couldn’t suppress the grin that spread across his face. He pushed himself up, a new energy sparking in his movements. “Alright! One more time—I’m gonna nail this serve!”
Kageyama tossed the ball to him with a small smirk. “We’ll see.”
Hinata took his position, his body still buzzing with the remnants of laughter. He could feel the difference—the tension in his muscles had eased, his mind was clearer, and his heart wasn’t weighed down by frustration. This time, when he tossed the ball into the air, he felt a surge of confidence. He jumped, his form fluid and natural, and struck the ball with precision.
The ball sailed over the net, landing perfectly inside the boundary line with a satisfying thud.
Kageyama’s eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, a proud smile broke through his usually stoic expression. “Not bad, Hinata.”
Hinata beamed, his earlier struggles forgotten. “Yeah! I did it!”
“Don’t get cocky,” Kageyama warned, though there was a hint of warmth in his tone. “You still need to work on consistency.”
Hinata grinned, holding the ball up as if it were a trophy. “I’ll keep practicing until I get it right every time!”
Kageyama nodded, satisfied. “Good. But remember—if you start messing up again, I won’t hesitate to tickle you until you get it right.”
Hinata’s grin faltered slightly at the thought. “Uh, no thanks! I’ll just… focus really hard!”
The rest of the practice continued, but the atmosphere was lighter, the tension replaced by a playful energy that carried them through each drill. Even as they pushed each other to improve, there was an unspoken bond that had strengthened between them, a reminder that they were in this together.
And if Kageyama had to resort to tickling Hinata every now and then to keep him on track, well, it was all part of the process.
Summary: This is a playful and lighthearted story focused on Mikey and Draken from Tokyo Revengers, highlighting their strong bond and dynamic friendship.
Warnings: Tickling
Word count: 1.7k
The afternoon sun streamed through the large windows of the Toman hideout, casting long, golden shadows across the wooden floor. Most of the gang members had scattered after a lengthy meeting, leaving behind only the core duo of the Tokyo Manji Gang—Mikey and Draken. The quiet, almost tranquil atmosphere was a rare luxury, and both of them were content to enjoy it in their own way.
Mikey, ever the laid-back leader, had claimed his usual spot on the worn-out couch, his small frame sprawled out as he lazily flipped through his phone. His feet, bare as always, were propped up on the armrest, and his face was half-hidden by the shadows, only his sharp eyes visible as they flicked across the screen. The faint buzz of his phone was the only sound in the room, aside from the occasional creak of the old building settling.
Draken, on the other hand, was seated on the floor nearby, his legs crossed as he meticulously cleaned his motorcycle helmet. The act was almost meditative for him, a ritual he performed with the same precision and care as he did everything else. His tall, imposing frame was bent slightly forward, his broad shoulders relaxed as he focused on his task. The quiet suited him; it was in these rare moments of calm that he could allow himself to unwind, even if just a little.
But, as was often the case with Mikey, calm wasn’t meant to last.
The silence was suddenly broken by Mikey’s voice, light and teasing. “Hey, Draken,” he called out, not bothering to look up from his phone.
Draken didn’t stop his work, but he responded with a low hum of acknowledgment. “Yeah?”
Mikey didn’t answer right away, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make Draken curious. When he finally spoke again, there was a hint of mischief in his tone. “I’m bored.”
Draken finally glanced up from his helmet, one eyebrow raised in mild amusement. “So? What do you want me to do about it?”
Mikey’s lips curled into a slow, sly grin as he set his phone aside and sat up, stretching his arms lazily above his head. “I dunno… maybe mess with you a little.”
Draken’s eyebrow inched higher. Mikey was small and deceptively innocent-looking, but Draken knew better. That grin meant trouble. “Mess with me?” he repeated, his tone incredulous but not entirely surprised. “And how do you plan on doing that?”
Mikey didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he slipped off the couch with cat-like grace, his bare feet making no sound as they touched the wooden floor. He took a step toward Draken, his grin widening as he saw the way Draken’s eyes narrowed, his instincts already alert.
Without warning, Mikey lunged forward, his hands outstretched and fingers poised like claws. Draken, despite his size and strength, was taken off guard. Mikey’s small but agile frame slammed into him, knocking him back slightly as those nimble fingers found their target—Draken’s ribs.
“Oi—Mikey, what the—” Draken’s deep voice, usually so controlled, was cut off by a sharp, involuntary bark of laughter as Mikey’s fingers dug into his sides with surprising accuracy.
Mikey’s grin turned triumphant as he realized just how ticklish Draken really was. “Come on, Draken! Don’t tell me you’re ticklish!” Mikey teased, his voice light and filled with amusement as he intensified his assault.
Draken’s first instinct was to grab Mikey and push him away, but the younger boy was surprisingly quick, dodging his attempts with ease. His fingers danced over Draken’s ribs, poking and prodding in a way that made it nearly impossible for Draken to focus on anything other than the overwhelming ticklish sensation.
“Hah—Mikey! Stop it!” Draken’s voice was strained with laughter, deep and rich as it spilled out of him uncontrollably. He tried to twist away, but Mikey was relentless, his fingers now targeting the sensitive spot just below Draken’s ribs.
“Admit it, Draken! You can’t handle a little tickling!” Mikey taunted, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he saw the usually stoic and composed Draken reduced to a writhing, laughing mess.
Draken’s laughter grew louder, the sound filling the room and bouncing off the walls. “Hahaha—dammit, Mikey! Hahaha! That’s enough!” he managed to gasp out between peals of laughter, but Mikey only grinned wider, clearly enjoying his rare upper hand.
Draken’s strength was formidable, but in this moment, it was useless against Mikey’s speed and determination. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to get a grip on the slippery little devil that was Mikey. The younger boy was everywhere at once, his fingers darting from Draken’s ribs to his stomach, exploiting every ticklish spot with merciless precision.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of ticklish torture, Draken could take no more. “Okay, okay! Hahahaha! I give, I give!” he shouted, his voice hoarse from laughter, his body trembling with the aftershocks of the relentless attack.
Mikey, satisfied with his victory, finally relented, sitting back with a look of pure satisfaction on his face. He wiped a stray lock of hair from his eyes and leaned back on his hands, his breathing only slightly heavier from the exertion. “See? You should never underestimate me, Draken,” he said, his tone smug and teasing.
Draken, still catching his breath, glared at Mikey, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the lingering smile on his lips. “You’re a menace, you know that?” he grumbled, his voice a mix of exasperation and reluctant admiration.
Mikey just shrugged, completely unbothered. “Yeah, but you love me for it,” he replied, his tone cheeky as he leaned back against the couch, clearly basking in his victory.
Draken rolled his eyes, but there was no real anger behind the gesture. “Yeah, yeah. Just remember, payback’s coming,” he warned, his voice low and serious, though there was a playful glint in his eyes that suggested he was already plotting his revenge.
“Oh, I’m shaking,” Mikey shot back sarcastically, though the spark of challenge in his eyes showed that he was looking forward to whatever Draken had in store.
For a while, the two simply sat there, the tension from earlier having dissolved into a comfortable silence. Mikey, having gotten his way, had returned to his phone, lazily scrolling through his messages with a satisfied smile still playing on his lips. Draken, on the other hand, had resumed his task of cleaning his helmet, though his movements were a bit slower now, his mind still lingering on the recent tickle attack.
As the afternoon wore on, the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting the room in a soft, golden light. The warmth of the sun, combined with the lingering laughter from earlier, created an almost serene atmosphere in the hideout. It was in these quiet moments that the bond between Mikey and Draken was most evident—strong, unspoken, and built on years of shared experiences, both good and bad.
Mikey, feeling the warmth of the sun on his face, let out a contented sigh. “You know, Draken, sometimes I wish things could always be like this,” he said, his voice unusually soft, almost wistful.
Draken looked up, surprised by the sudden shift in tone. He studied Mikey’s face for a moment, noticing the way the sunlight highlighted the softer edges of his features, making him look almost vulnerable. “Yeah,” Draken agreed after a moment, his voice equally soft. “But you know that’s not how it works. Not for us.”
Mikey nodded, his eyes still fixed on the ceiling as if he could see something far beyond it. “Yeah, I know. But still… it’s nice to pretend, even if it’s just for a little while.”
Draken didn’t respond, but he didn’t need to. The two of them understood each other in a way that didn’t always require words. In that moment, the weight of their responsibilities, the battles they had fought, and the ones yet to come seemed to fade away, leaving behind only the simple joy of the moment.
Eventually, Mikey broke the silence with a small, mischievous grin. “But seriously, Draken, you’re way too ticklish for someone your size. It’s kinda embarrassing, don’t you think?”
Draken snorted, shaking his head as he reached over to playfully ruffle Mikey’s hair, much to the smaller boy’s annoyance. “Just you wait, Mikey. You’re gonna regret messing with me,” he said, his tone light but carrying a hint of promise.
Mikey swatted Draken’s hand away, but there was no real heat in the gesture. “Yeah, yeah. I’d like to see you try,” he retorted, though the smile on his face showed that he was already looking forward to whatever Draken had in store.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the room in shadows, the two friends settled into a comfortable silence once more. The playful energy from earlier had faded, replaced by a quiet understanding and the deep bond that only years of friendship could forge.
In the end, it wasn’t the tickling or the teasing that mattered. It was the simple act of being together, of finding joy in each other’s company, even in the most unexpected ways. And as the stars began to twinkle in the night sky outside, the hideout was filled with a warmth that had nothing to do with the sun and everything to do with the friendship that had grown stronger with each passing day.
Summary: The story focuses on two Genshin Impact characters enjoying a playful interaction that strengthens their friendship and provides a moment of light-hearted relief.
Warnings: Tickling
Word count: 1.3k
The sun was just beginning its descent, casting a warm, golden light across the rolling hills of Mondstadt. The world seemed at peace, bathed in a soft glow that made the leaves of the towering oak at Windrise shimmer like emeralds. A gentle breeze rustled through the branches, carrying with it the sweet scent of flowers from the nearby fields. It was the kind of day that invited anyone to slow down and savor the moment—a day where even the most dedicated adventurer might pause to rest.
Venti, the carefree bard with a secret as ancient as the winds themselves, leaned back against the massive oak tree, his lyre resting casually in his lap. His green eyes were half-closed as he hummed a tune, his voice blending seamlessly with the whispering wind. Every so often, his gaze would drift over to Aether, the Traveler who had seen more of Teyvat than most could ever dream of. But even the great Traveler deserved a moment of respite.
Aether lay on the grass beside Venti, his eyes closed, and for once, his thoughts were not on the next destination or the next enemy to defeat. Instead, he let himself be lulled by the gentle sounds of nature, the feel of the soft earth beneath him, and the subtle, soothing melody that Venti played. The peace of the moment settled over him like a warm blanket, and he couldn’t help but smile.
“You know, Aether,” Venti’s voice cut through the quiet, light and teasing, “you should let go more often. The world’s not going anywhere.”
Aether opened one eye, glancing at Venti with a knowing look. “Says the Archon who’s always running off to cause mischief.”
Venti’s laugh was like the wind—light, airy, and impossible to pin down. “Mischief? Moi? I’m simply spreading joy wherever I go.”
“Is that what you call it?” Aether replied, a smirk playing on his lips. He turned his gaze back to the sky, watching as a flock of birds passed overhead, their wings cutting gracefully through the golden light.
The two fell into a comfortable silence again, but Venti’s mind was far from quiet. He had always been attuned to the emotions of others—perhaps it was a gift of his nature, or perhaps it was just who he was. And right now, he sensed something in Aether, something the Traveler himself might not even be aware of. It wasn’t heavy, just a hint of lingering tension, like the last wisps of a storm that had long since passed.
Venti’s gaze sharpened, a playful idea taking root in his mind. With the stealth of a wind-blown leaf, he shifted closer to Aether, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. He could feel the energy in the air change, the calm before the inevitable storm of laughter he was about to unleash.
“Venti, what are you—” Aether began, sensing the shift in the air, but it was too late.
Venti’s fingers found their mark, poking at Aether’s sides with surprising precision. Aether’s reaction was immediate—a sharp intake of breath followed by a burst of laughter that broke the tranquil silence of Windrise. His eyes flew open, and he twisted away from the unexpected ticklish attack, but Venti was relentless.
“Hahaha! Venti, stop! What are you—ahaha—doing?” Aether’s voice was filled with surprised laughter as he tried to squirm away from the bard’s tickling fingers.
“Just a little stress relief,” Venti replied with a grin, his fingers dancing across Aether’s ribs. He could feel the Traveler’s muscles twitch and contract under his touch, could hear the laughter bubbling up uncontrollably from deep within him. It was a sound that made the world feel lighter, brighter, as if the very air around them was charged with joy.
Aether tried to push Venti’s hands away, but the bard was quick, his fingers darting from one ticklish spot to another, keeping Aether off balance and laughing. “This is… not… stress relief!” Aether managed to get out between laughs, his voice shaking with mirth.
“Isn’t it?” Venti teased, his hands finding Aether’s stomach, where the laughter burst out of him in full force. Aether’s laughter was contagious, pure and genuine, the kind that came from deep within, shaking his entire body.
“Hahahaha! V-Venti, please!” Aether’s protests were weak, his voice lost in the sea of laughter that spilled from him. His usually composed demeanor had crumbled completely, leaving behind only a carefree, joyful side that he rarely showed.
Venti laughed along with him, his own voice mixing with Aether’s in a harmonious melody of mirth. “See? You’re already feeling better, aren’t you?”
Aether’s response was more laughter, his eyes watering from the sheer force of it. Finally, with a burst of energy, he managed to grab hold of Venti’s wrists, using the momentum to flip their positions. Now it was Venti who found himself pinned to the ground, a look of mock surprise on his face.
“Oh, you’ve done it now,” Aether said, his voice low and teasing, a grin spreading across his face as he saw the playful fear in Venti’s eyes. He didn’t wait for Venti to respond; instead, he dove in, his fingers finding the bard’s sides, where he knew Venti was just as ticklish, if not more so.
Venti’s laughter exploded from him, a high, melodic sound that filled the air. He wriggled beneath Aether’s grip, trying in vain to escape the Traveler’s relentless fingers. “A-Aether, no! Hahaha! Not there! Hahahaha!”
But Aether was merciless, his fingers moving with practiced precision, dancing over Venti’s ribs, his stomach, his sides—anywhere he could reach. He could feel the bard’s body shake with laughter, could hear the desperation in his voice as he tried to plead for mercy through his giggles.
“Ticklish, Venti?” Aether asked, his voice filled with mock concern as he continued his ticklish assault. “You should’ve thought about that before starting this!”
Venti’s laughter was uncontrollable now, his voice breaking into breathless gasps between giggles. “Okay, okay! I-I surrender! Hahahaha! Mercy!”
Aether slowed his tickling, letting the bard catch his breath, though he didn’t fully release him. “Mercy, huh? Not so fun when it’s you, is it?”
Venti panted, still giggling as he lay back on the grass, the last of the laughter finally dying down. “You… are a worthy opponent, Traveler,” he managed to say, a wide grin still plastered on his face.
Aether finally let him go, rolling onto his back beside him, both of them breathing heavily from their impromptu tickle fight. The world around them seemed to have quieted, as if even nature had paused to listen to their laughter.
For a few moments, they lay there in silence, the only sound their slowing breaths and the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. The sky above them was painted in hues of orange and pink, the sun dipping lower towards the horizon, casting long shadows across the grass.
“That… was something,” Aether finally said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. His body still buzzed with the remnants of laughter, the tension he hadn’t even realized he was holding completely melted away.
Venti turned his head to look at him, his green eyes soft with contentment. “Sometimes, the best way to clear your mind is to forget about everything and just… laugh.”
Aether nodded, feeling the truth in those words. “Thanks, Venti. I guess I needed that more than I realized.”
Venti sat up slowly, stretching his arms above his head with a satisfied sigh. “Anytime, my friend. Anytime.”
As they stood up, brushing off the grass from their clothes, Aether caught Venti’s eye. There was still a spark of mischief there, a promise of more fun to come.
“You know, I think you’re still the ticklish one between us,” Aether teased, a playful grin forming on his lips.
Venti laughed, a sound as light and free as the wind itself. “Oh, I wouldn’t be too sure about that, Traveler. You never know when the wind might change…”
With that, the two friends began their walk back to Mondstadt, their laughter echoing behind them as the sun dipped below the horizon. The day had been one of unexpected fun and deepened bonds, leaving them both with a sense of lightness that would carry them through whatever challenges lay ahead.
When you're casually hanging out with a friend and they accidentally discover a ticklish spot you didn't know you had, causing you to tumble off the couch in surprise, it's both hilarious and a bit embarrassing. Yep that happened to me.
Summary: The Sailor Scouts gather for a fun and relaxing afternoon at Usagi’s house, taking a break from their usual heroic duties. They decide to play a board game, but things take a playful turn when Minako starts a tickle fight with Rei. The playful tickling becomes a group activity, with each Scout joining in on the fun. The room fills with laughter and joy as they bond over the lighthearted mischief, ending the day with strengthened friendships and happy memories.
Warnings: Tickling
Word count: 1.2k
Note: This was originally a story for my friend, but I've decided to try and post it here too. Hope you enjoy!
The afternoon sun poured golden rays into the Tsukino household, bathing the living room in a warm, inviting glow. The room was a cozy haven of comfort, with its soft couches and colorful decorations reflecting Usagi Tsukino’s vibrant personality. Posters of magical girls, stars, and various anime characters adorned the walls, adding to the cheerful ambiance.
Today was a rare and welcome break from the usual chaos of their heroic duties. Usagi had eagerly invited her friends over for a day of relaxation, away from the stresses of their moonlit battles. The Sailor Scouts—Ami Mizuno Rei Hino, Makoto Kino, and Minako Aino—were already gathered, their spirits high as they settled into the inviting space.
Usagi, bubbling with excitement, had just unveiled a new board game she had recently purchased. “Look what I got!” she announced, her blue eyes shining with enthusiasm as she held up the game box. “I thought it would be fun for us to play together!”
Ami adjusted her glasses and examined the game with interest. “It looks intriguing,” she said, her analytical mind immediately starting to assess the strategies involved. “Let’s see how it plays out.”
Rei, sitting cross-legged on the floor, was intently studying the game’s rules. Her competitive nature was evident in the way she meticulously reviewed every detail. “This looks challenging,” she mused, her brow furrowed in concentration. “I’m going to need to be focused if I want to win.”
Makoto and Minako, on the other hand, were more laid-back, enjoying the snacks Usagi had prepared. Minako, with her playful demeanor, kept glancing at Rei with a mischievous glint in her eye. She was clearly plotting something fun.
As the game began, laughter and lighthearted banter filled the room. The Scouts were in their element, engaging in friendly competition and playful teasing. Rei’s intense focus was palpable as she strategized her moves, her competitive edge shining through.
Minako, ever the mischief-maker, noticed how seriously Rei was taking the game. With a grin, she decided it was time for some lighthearted fun. Minako quietly leaned over, her fingers poised for action. As Rei leaned closer to the game board, Minako’s fingers began to gently tickle her sides.
The reaction was instantaneous. Rei let out a high-pitched squeal, her body jerking away from Minako’s touch. “Hahaha, Minako! What the—” Rei’s protest was cut short by a burst of laughter. She squirmed in her seat, trying to wriggle away from the tickling fingers. “Hahaha, stop it!”
Minako, clearly enjoying herself, couldn’t help but laugh along. “Just a little tickle to lighten the mood!” she teased, her fingers continuing to dance along Rei’s ribs. “You’re way too serious about this game!”
Ami, catching on to Minako’s playful scheme, decided to join in. She slid closer and began to gently tickle Rei’s neck and underarms. Rei’s laughter grew more intense, her attempts to suppress it failing miserably. “Hahaha, Ami! Not you too! Hahaha, stop!” she gasped between giggles, her face flushed with both embarrassment and amusement.
Usagi, who had been watching the scene unfold with a wide grin, couldn’t resist the urge to participate. She moved over to where Rei’s feet were propped up on a nearby chair. With a playful glint in her eyes, she began to tickle Rei’s feet. Rei’s laughter reached new heights, a high-pitched, continuous stream of giggles escaping her lips. “No, please! Hahaha, not my feet! Hahaha!”
Makoto, who had been chuckling at the spectacle, decided to add her own touch to the fun. She reached over and lightly tickled Rei’s stomach, her fingers skimming over Rei’s sensitive skin. Rei’s laughter became a joyful symphony of sounds, echoing through the room. “Hahaha, Makoto! Not there! Hahaha, I can’t take it! Hahaha!”
The room was alive with the sounds of playful chaos. Ami, Minako, and Makoto took turns tickling Rei, each Scout adding their own brand of ticklish torment. Rei’s laughter was a mix of high-pitched squeals and breathless giggles, her attempts to escape the tickling only making her more ticklish. “Hahaha, you guys!” she cried out between fits of laughter, “I can’t breathe! Hahaha!”
The playful tickling continued, with the Scouts shifting their focus and using different techniques to keep Rei on her toes. The room was filled with joyous energy, as Rei’s laughter mingled with the playful banter of her friends. The tickling seemed to go on forever, with Rei’s laughter becoming almost musical in its intensity.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of ticklish delight, Minako and Ami relented, allowing Rei to catch her breath. Rei was still giggling uncontrollably, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling with laughter. “You guys are the worst!” she managed to say, her voice still filled with amusement. “I can’t believe you did that!”
Usagi, patting Rei on the back with a sympathetic smile, said, “You have to admit, it was pretty fun. And you’re always so serious about everything!”
Rei took a few deep breaths, trying to regain her composure. “Yeah, yeah,” she said with a smile, “I suppose it was. But don’t think I’ll let my guard down again!”
The rest of the afternoon was spent in high spirits. The Scouts played more games, shared stories, and continued to laugh together. Rei, despite plotting her playful revenge, joined in the fun, her laughter echoing throughout the house. The playful tickling had not only lightened the mood but had also strengthened the bonds of their friendship.
As the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden hue over Tokyo, the Sailor Scouts felt a renewed sense of camaraderie. The day’s playful antics had provided them with joyful memories and a reminder of the importance of laughter and friendship. They parted ways with promises of future gatherings, their hearts lighter and their spirits uplifted by the day’s playful adventure.
I hope this doesn’t come across as rude or intrusive, but I’m genuinely curious. What is your sexuality?
That’s a bit of a random question, but I don’t mind answering at all! I don’t find it rude or intrusive, so no worries. To answer your question, I’m demisexual.
Summary: Gaming tags along with Aether on his trip back to Natlan to meet one of his newest friends, Kinich. Though Gaming thinks the raven despises him and asks Aether advice on how to make him smile.
Gaming hums behind Aether and Paimon as they stroll around the grassy terrain of Natlan. Aether was visiting a friend of his and happened to run into Gaming who had nothing better to do but tag along.
“Tell me about your new friend, Aether!” The brunette exclaims.
“He’s scary.” Paimon answers and Aether laughs shaking his head.
“He’s not scary, Paimon.” The blonde shrugs off the girl. “He’s just quiet.”
“That’s okay. Chongyun and Xiao are pretty quiet too, if he’s like them I can handle it.” Gaming says thinking of his friends back in Liyue.
“And he has that awful disease of a companion with him too!” Paimon frowns. “What’s his name? Axel or something?”
“His name is Ajaw.” Aether corrects. “He may be a pain but he’s a part of Kinich so we gotta be nice to him too.”
“He better not cause any problems.” Paimon huffed.
“Wow this new friend sounds like fun! I can’t wait to meet him.” Gaming’s eyes lit up at the thought of meeting someone new.
The bi color haired boy is known for his extroverted tendencies befriending anyone he crosses paths with.
“There he is!” Aether spots Kinich standing near his tribe camp.
Ajaw is flying next to the raven scolding him about something.
Gaming is star struck by the raven’s emerald lizard like eyes and tan skin that glistens in the sunlight. He had to be his friend!
“Hey Kinich! I hope it’s okay that we brought a friend along with us.” Aether bows his head to the raven.
“It’s fine.” Is all Kinich says giving Gaming a look before turning his attention back to the fire.
“My name is Gaming and I’m from Liyue. It’s so nice to meet you!” Gaming holds out his hand towards the raven who just looks at it.
“Yeah nice to meet you.” The raven doesn’t return the handshake continuing to roast the fish over the fire.
“Remember I don’t like mine too crispy!” Ajaw orders to the raven.
“You will get yours how I cook it.” Kinich shoos him away.
“Whats that thing? He’s kinda cute.” Gaming widens his eyes at Ajaw.
“My nightmare, my headaches and my back pain.” Kinich answers glaring at the pixel creature.
“Hey! I’m not cute! Get that through your thick skull!” Ajaw snaps at the bi color haired boy.
“But you’re so small.” Gaming continues to tease the creature.
Aether and Paimon get started on the picnic laying out the quilt along as passing around plates and utensils.
During dinner Gaming tries to make conversation with Kinich but the raven would only give him one word answers. Though whenever Aether would tell a story at the picnic, he had Kinich’s undivided attention. Did the raven not like him somehow? It couldn’t be! Gaming was the most likable person on this earth. From what he recalled, he’s never had any enemies.
Gaming also decides to compliment the raven’s looks such as his headband and his boots. The raven only says a brief thanks not even bothering to look him in the face. Hmm, he’s never had anyone treat him like this before.
“Hey, does your friend not like me?” Gaming couldn’t help but ask Aether on their way back to their hotel room after parting ways with Kinich and Ajaw.
“What do you mean?” Aether raises an eyebrow tilting his head to the side.
“Well, he barely talked to me as if I didn’t exist plus he never makes eye contact with me. Did I do something wrong?” A pout forms on Gaming’s face.
A laugh escapes from Aether’s lips. “Kinich is just very introverted, don’t take it personally. If you think he has a problem with you, you can talk to him in the morning before we leave.”
“Oh I see.” Gaming hums tapping his chin. “I just never seen him smile so I don’t know if he’s happy most of the time.”
“He definitely smiles. It may not be big but it’s there.” Aether remarked. “If you want to see him smile, he’s quite ticklish.”
“Really?” A smug smile forms on Gaming’s face.
“Yep! Aether pinned him down one time in a tickle fight, it was fun to watch!” Paimon expresses.
“Oh shoot!” Gaming checks his pockets realizing he left his watch at Kinich’s camp. “I think I left my watch. I’ll have to go back and get it.”
“Do you want us to accompany you?” Aether questions and Gaming shakes his head.
“I remember where the camp is! Plus I’ll take your advice on making Kinich smile.” Gaming sends him a wave before storming out of the hotel room.
Gaming spots the familiar camp with Kinich’s tribe members a few feet away. The bi color haired boy asks the members if they seen a particular wrist watch and they shake their heads.
“What’re you doing back here?” He hears Kinich’s voice behind him and Gaming literally jumps three feet in the air.
“Oh uh I lost my watch and I was asking around if anyone’s seen it.” He anxiously rubs the back of his neck.
“You left it in the picnic basket.” Kinich hands the bi color haired boy’s watch which is unusually warm.
“Thanks so much!”
“Yeah, you should leave now.” Kinich gestures towards the pathway leading to the city.
“Is there a problem between us?” Gaming blurts out.
“Excuse me?” Kinich raises an eyebrow.
“Well you’re always so short with me as if you don’t want to be friends. Do you hate me or something?”
The raven pinches the bridge of his nose. “I don’t hate you. I barely even know you. So for you to make assumptions like that is unfair, don’t you think?”
“Hmm you’re right. You’re just so quiet around me but with Aether you talk to him a lot.”
“Because I know him.” Kinich states.
“And you never smile either.” Gaming squints his eyes at him.
“Sometimes there’s no need to smile.” The Raven nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders.
“ Aether told me something interesting about you. I hope it’s okay that I try it out to make sure he wasn’t lying.” Without another word, Gaming tackles Kinich to the ground catching the raven off guard.
“Hey! What’re you doing?” Kinich raises his voice at the bi color haired boy who has the raven’s arms pinned above his head.
“Making you smile.” Gaming smirks digging his fingers into the other’s armpits.
A soft chuckle is heard from the raven who bites his lips. Jackpot.
“So you are indeed ticklish.” The bi color haired boy ponders poking and prodding at the raven’s upper ribs.
“You proved your point, can you stop now?” Kinich tries to push him away with a tiny smile on his face.
“Get his sides.” Ajaw whispers into Gaming’s ears.
Kinich almost gasps at the betrayal and Gaming is on top of the raven straddling him as he squeezes at his sides.
The raven bursts out into bubbly laughter attempting to push Gaming’s hands away. The bi color haired boy’s heart stirs a beat getting a good look at Kinich’s smile. The smile could literally kill someone by how wholesome and sweet it is.
“What about here?” Gaming teases the other slightly lifting up his shirt to scratch at his tummy.
“Hah, no.” A small squeak erupts from the raven as he flinches from the other’s touch.
“Sounds pretty ticklish to me.” The bi color haired boy snickers continuing to assault his abdomen even wiggling a finger inside his navel earning a squeal from the raven.
Kinich is writhing underneath Gaming, his hair splayed out in all directions, and his eyes closed shut. This is getting dangerous.
Gaming also playfully experiments with the other’s hips as he squeezes the fleshy skin. Kinich literally spasms trying to curl himself into a ball. When that didn’t work, Kinich attempts to tickle Gaming himself poking at his sides.
Though the bi color haired boy’s will to make him smile was stronger as he blows a raspberry against his side. Kinich cutely giggles and squirms at the sensation clutching his abdomen.
“Wow you really can smile.” Gaming decides that the raven has had enough releasing him from his grasp.
“You say that as if I’m not a human.” The raven frowns at the other who puts his hands up in surrender.
“Never said you weren’t. Though you should smile more often, it looks good on you.” Gaming winks an eye at the raven.
“I’ll think about it.” A red hue forms on Kinich’s cheeks.
“See you tomorrow!” Gaming cheerfully waves at the raven before jogging towards the city.
I showed up just trying to kill some time and maybe distract myself, but then I stumbled across this. It’s really cute, though I have to admit—it totally flustered me. (But you’ll never hear me say that again.)
