#ler!lyney

“GAHAHAHA! I’M GOHOIHIHING TO DIEHEHEHE! PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“So dramatic~ but fineeee,” Venti relented, giving Aether a departing kiss on his lips that took his breath away before handing him to Dahlia.

Aether whined, his face smothered against Dahlia’s lap, before his breath hitched when he heard Dahlia's teasing voice above him.

“What happens if I do this?~”

Aether, who usually is quick and alert, now has the reflexes of a large cryo slime as he was too late to turn around before ten fingers started scribbling over his back.

“Gahehehe! Dahahalia! Ehehehe!” Aether squirmed, but did not fight back. “Nahahat thehehere!”

“You’re so ticklish, Aeth~” Dahlia whispered softly against his skin, peppering his shoulder blades with kisses as he trailed his fingers down Aether’s spine.

“I’m nahahahat!” Aether denied, squealing when he felt a raspberry at the back of his neck.

“No? I think we all think otherwise, especially a certain Yaksha~”

Dahlia winked at Xiao before leaning down and tilting Aether’s face towards his, giving him a quick peck on the lips and letting Xiao take him.

“Nohohoho,” Aether giggled weakly, lightly beating at Xiao’s chest.

Xiao took that as a chance to kiss his cheek and nuzzled against him.

“Aether,” he breathed in his scent, mouthing light hickeys on his neck.

“X-Xiao,” Aether panted in return, sliding his hands down Xiao’s front as the Yaksha pulled back to look at him.

A twinkle took place in Xiao’s eyes as he asked a question, “Hey, do you like raspberries?”

Aether’s dazed gaze turned into full-blown panic as the look Xiao gave him showed the Yaksha already knew the answer.

“I-I’m too ticklish! Xiahahao! P-Please!” He covered his abdomen in a futile attempt to deter his Yaksha, but Xiao was not having it as he gently pushed Aether’s hands away and brought his lips down to the blonde’s navel and licked teasingly, pulling giggles from his lover before going for the kill and blowing raspberry after raspberry.

Aether shrieked before letting out full belly laughs, halfheartedly tugging at Xiao’s hair and kicking his legs out in ticklish mirth.

“XIAHAHAOHOHO!” Aether howled, arching his back to try and get away, but Xiao followed him, and when he added nibbling into the mix, that was Aether’s downfall.

“AHAHAHAHA! XIAHA—HAHAHA! STAHAHAHAP! I-IT’S TOO MUHUHUCH! P-PLEHEHE— EHEHEYAHAHAHA!”

Xiao let off, hugging Aether’s waist instead and smothering his face against his belly, leaving light kisses in his wake.

“Ehehehehe!” Aether giggled and squirmed as he brought his hands to his face to muffle his giggles.

“Mine mine mine,” Xiao muttered under his breath, getting lost in the noises Aether was making.

“Xiao, we would like to have a turn, y’know,” Kinich looked at him with a challenging look.

Cat-like eyes stared down lizard-like ones before Xiao brought Aether closer to himself.

“Five more minutes,” he finally said. “Whahahaha!?”

He let out a surprised laugh, turning behind him to find Venti sneaking an arm around his waist and pulling him towards Dahlia and himself.

“Nohohoho!” Xiao complained before falling into ticklish mirth at the hands of two teasing lers.

“Xiao Xiao, you are so clingy with Aether,” Venti chastised, going for his back window.

“Allow us to have time with him, not that I complain about this type of drama and getting to tickle you,” Dahlia added, pinning his legs and tickling behind his knees.

While Xiao was getting a well-deserved wrecking, it was Gaming’s turn to give Aether his White Day gift.

“Hehe, I'm looking forward to this!” Gaming bounced up and down in his seat with joy and pulled Aether towards him.

“Please be gentle?” Aether whispered with a soft tone.

Gaming’s eyes softened, and he gently pulled one of Aether's hands to his face and kissed them sensually, rubbing his cheek against it, while his free hand entwined with Aether's other hand, circling his palm.

Aether sighed, letting out soft, breathless giggles as he let his head fall on Gaming’s shoulder.

“No way, since when were you this ticklish on your palm?” Gaming asked in awe, swapping the motions on Aether's hands.

“I gotta hehe keep some secrehets to keep youhu on your tohoes, don't I?” Aether teased, kissing Gaming’s neck, which was in reach.

“Oh, you are so devious, Ae,” Gaming giggled, now lightly tickling both of Aether's palms.

Aether doubled his efforts, blowing raspberries on Gaming’s neck, making the latter surrender.

“Hehe, Happy White Day, Aether.”

“Happy White Day, Gam. Thank you for the gift.”

They shared a sweet kiss before breaking apart, Aether crawling towards Kazuha and Heizou afterward.

Before Aether could get a word in, he was pinned down onto the couch with Kazuha raising his arms above his head, which was laid in his lap, and Heizou straddling his hips, evil grins on their faces, making Aether tremble in anticipation.

“So, you like being tickled, don't you?~” Heizou whispered teasingly, crawling his fingers agonizingly slow up and down his abdomen, making Aether bite his lip and squirm.

“A-As if!” He lied. “And even if I did, n-neither of you can even tickle me to make me l-laugh or even giggle.”

"What a brave thing to say for someone so ticklish~” Kazuha purred into his ear, making him squeak and shiver in giddy anticipation, widening his eyes and shaking his head rapidly when he felt the ronin tie his wrists with his scarf.

“Aww, look at him, Kazu! Squirming like a fish out of water~”

“It is quite cute~”

Aether looked up at them with an anxious grin, “P-Pleasehe!”

Aether felt his heart drop when a giggle slipped through his defenses, and the smirks they gave him made his stomach flip. He knew his fate was sealed, especially when Kazuha placed his hands on both his armpits, and Heizou stilled the gliding of his fingers.

He squirmed even more in response, tugging at his bonds and his giggles increasing the longer they stayed still.

“D-Dohohon’t dohoho ihihit!” Aether begged. “I'll dohoho ahahanythihing!”

Heizou and Kazuha exchanged a quick glance before leaning down towards Aether's ears and cooing, “The panic is adorable~”

With that, they dug in, making Aether scream in laughter. Heizou was clawing at Aether’s belly and squeezing his sides, while Kazuha vibrated his fingers in his armpits.

“OHOHOHO MY GAHAHAHAD! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES! IHIHIT TIHICKLEHEHES! IHIHIT TIHIHIAHAHACKLEHEHEHESSSS!” Aether laughed boisterously, bucking his hips so hard that Heizou was almost thrown off.

“Dang, he got that hip strength,” Sethos chuckled, making Kinich and Lyney look away as a bright shade of red painted their cheeks.

“So what was that of not being able to make you laugh or even giggle?~” Kazuha teased, massaging right in the center of his armpits.

“IHIHIHI TAHAHAKE IHIHIT BAHAHACK! IHIHI TAHAHAKE IHIT BAHAHAHA—!!”

“You know you are wayyy too ticklish to say stuff like that~” Heizou smirked, dipping his finger into his navel and scratching at the sensitive walls.

“IHIHIHI KNOHOHOW! I’M SORRY! IHIHI’M SOHOHOHORRY! I’M SAHAHAWRYEHEHE!”

“Sorry doesn’t make it better, my love~” Kazuha winked at Heizou.

“You can take a little more, can you?~” Heizou chuckled, winking back at Kazuha.

“KAHEHEHEDEHEHERAHA! SHIHIHKAHANOHOHIHIHIN!”

“Aww, he’s using our first names, how cute~”

Aether was ultimately tickled to tears by the time the two were done with him, kissing him sensually before leaving him a hiccuping, giggling mess in Albedo’s lap.

“Look how red you are,” Albedo chuckled. “How adorable~”

“Dohohon’t tehehease mehe,” the blonde whined into his lap.

“No? I thought you liked teasing?” The alchemist quirked an eyebrow at him, massaging the ticklish sensations away, only to wiggle a finger at certain spots to ignite a tingling ticklishness that spread throughout his lover's body.

“I-I do…but— Behehedo! You sneheheaky, hahaha!”

“Sorry, Ae, but I can't help myself with how addicting your laughter is~” Albedo chuckled, running his fingers underneath Aether's chin, making his love lean into the touch despite it tickling a little.

“Mmmnn,” Aether purred, breathy giggles breaking through once in a while as Albedo caressed the sides of his neck and the back of his ears before ending it with a captivating kiss on his lips.

“He's all yours, Scar.”

“Finally, took you long enough,” Scara rolled his eyes, taking Aether for himself. “What shall I do to you?~”

“I just want a hug!” Aether squeaked upon having Scara pull him into his lap.

“A hug…” Scara contemplated the request before sighing. “Fine.”

He opened his arms up for a hug, much to Aether's surprise.

“Really?”

“I'll close my arms if you don't come.”

Aether didn't need to be told twice as he snuggled into Scara's embrace, Scara's arms closing around him before he felt light prodding at his ribs.

“Whahahahait! Nohoho!” Aether wiggled, making a lukewarm effort to get out.

“You honestly believed I would just hug you without tickling you?” Scara asked, amused. “You are quite naive, Ae~”

Scara grinned, capturing Aether's lips in his and kissing him softly, while his index fingers made a circular motion on each of Aether's ribs as he drank in the bright giggles of the blonde.

“You're lucky that Kazu and Hei tickled you a lot or else I would've done the same, perhaps even more than them~” Scara whispered in between kisses. “A shame, I guess I have to ruin Seth,” he looked up at Sethos, who looked dumbfounded, before sighing, accepting his fate after all this is over.

Scara spent a couple more minutes on hugging and tickling Aether, cooing soft nothings into his ear before whispering an I love you and giving him to Sethos.

“You are always so radiant every time I'm graced in your presence,” Sethos smiles, placing a chaste kiss on the edge of Aether's lips.

Aether needily chased Sethos’s lips, as the leader of the Temple of Silence endearingly chuckled at him and gently pushed Aether down onto the couch, straddling his thighs.

“Let me kiss you,” Aether pouted, but was only met with a finger on his lips.

Sethos laughed, “You’ll get what you want, Ae. Let me give you my White Day gift first, ya? Hip tickles~” he winked at him.

Aether felt a delightful shiver down his spine, a nervous smile forming on his face as he looked up at Sethos, trembling.

“Y-You knohohow my hihips arehe a bahad plahacehe!” Aether giggled, turning away from Sethos, only to gulp when he saw the rest of his lovers grinning at him. Xiao’s a bit lopsided because he was just recently destroyed.

“I haven't even touched you yet, and you’re giggling this much,” Sethos teased, swiping a finger across Aether’s quivering belly, making him yelp before grabbing his hips. “But I shouldn’t keep you waiting, huh?~”

“W-Wha— Gahahaha! SehEHETHOS! IHIHI WAHAHASN’T REHEHEADY!”

“Now there’s that sweet, bubbly laughter!” Sethos laughed alongside him, pinching and poking at his hips.

“Knead his hip bones. Kneading his hips really gets to him~” Scara, who settled his chin on Sethos’s shoulder, playfully added.

“D-DOHOHON’T LIHIHISTEN TO—BWAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHA! I’M BEHEHEING BEHEHETRAHAHAYED!”

“Oh come on, you love it,” Sethos and Scara said in unison, both of them looking at each other in surprise.

Sethos continued to tickle him a little bit longer, following Scara’s advice and switching between different spots, though mainly focusing on his hips, before finally relenting and giving Aether his well-deserved kiss and getting off of him.

Aether lay there panting, closing his eyes and laying his arm over his eyes. After a moment, he felt a finger tracing his open palm, making him shuffle his arm away and open his eyes to see a certain magician grinning mischievously down at him.

“My sweet Aether~” Lyney nuzzled their noses together before placing a kiss on his forehead. “Enjoying the attention?~”

Aether smiled, nodding his head, his blonde hair strewn about, making him look ethereal.

“Ah ah, use your words, mon chéri~” Lyney chuckled, wiping a stray strand of hair away from Aether's eyes.

“Do I have to?”

“Mhmm, if you want more kisses~”

“Oh, you are a mean magician.”

Lyney just grinned at him innocently.

“I'm loving the attention…and I do love the tickle gifts,” Aether shyly admitted.

“Aww,” Lyney cooed. “Well, you have me and then our lovely Kimchi to give you our gifts. Kinich, would you want to join me on the stage?”

“I would be more than honored to,” Kinich smirked, scooting over towards Aether and locking his feet in a tight grip. Kinich! Aether squeaked.

“Without further ado, let the show begin~”

Lyney descended onto the undersides of Aether's knees, fluttering his fingers over them, making Aether squeal and instinctively kick out his legs, almost kicking Kinich in the face.

“SohohorryEHEHHEHE!”

Aether burst out laughing when Kinich tickled his feet in retaliation, pulling back his toes to make his feet taut before spidering up and down his soles.

“OHOHOHO NOHOHOHO! THAHAHAT’S SOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAD!” Aether howled.

He tried to heave himself forward to grab at Lyney’s hand, but Kinich started prodding between his toes, and Lyney, being the sly magician he is, charmingly dodged his grabbing hands and squeezed his kneecaps, making Aether throw his head back and fall back onto the couch in helpless laughter.

“Too slow, mon amour~” Lyney teased, sliding his fingers up Aether’s thighs with an elegance that had Aether gasping before shrieking upon feeling Lyney massage there.

“Good one, Lyney,” Kinich snickered, but not to be outdone, he dug into the balls of Aether’s feet, raking his fingers along the sensitive skin, and that was the final straw for their boyfriend.

“OKAHAHAHAY! P-PLEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIT’S TOO MUHUHUHUCH! I-I— BWAHAHAHA! I HAHAD EHEHENOUGH! STAHAHAP PLEHEHEASEHEHE! MEHEHEHERCYYYEHEE!” he surrendered, slamming his palms on the couch repeatedly.

Both Kinich and Lyney slowed to a stop, giving him a quick aftercare session. Rubbing the ticklish sensations away and placing a kiss on either side of his cheeks before pulling away.

All the boys exchanged a glance before they all chorused, “Happy White Day!” with confetti flying everywhere.

A moment or two passed before they heard sniffling from their lover and saw that his eyes were watery, and it wasn't from the tickling.

“Ae, is everything—?” Xiao started, but Aether interrupted him.

“Everything’s fine, it’s just sniffle I never thought anyone could love me,” Aether sobbed softly, tears streaming down his cheeks. “It's so much to take in. Thank you for loving—!!!”

Aether gasped when he felt himself being lifted and placed on the ottoman part of the couch as everyone started softly tickling him and taking turns at kissing him slowly and gently, showing their golden blonde lover how much they love him. Whispering reassurances and declarations of their love to him.

His lips were puckered and swollen at the end of it as he panted, happy tears rolling down his face.

“You'll always be loved by us, Aether,” Kazuha murmured tenderly, the others nodding their heads.

Scara wiped his tears, soothingly rubbing his cheek. “Get those stupid thoughts out of your head. You are loved, no need to dwell on it any further.”

Aether sniffled some more before his breathing evened out and looked at all of them as they looked at him with unbridled love.

“Thank you,” Aether softly spoke at last. “For everything. This is the best White Day ever. Though…”

Aether shyly looked away from all of them.

“Do you know… Are all of you fine with… Y’know…”

They all knew what he was saying and immediately hoisted him up with no hesitation, walking over to the largest bedroom in their house.

“Of course, Aeth,” Lyney snickered softly.

“We thought you'd never ask,” Dahlia ruffled his hair.

“Well, those kisses were a turn on…” Aether trailed off, making the others chuckle.

“We'll take good care of you~” Heizou teased.

They all laughed before closing the door behind them and making love to their golden ball of sunshine~

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Thank you for reading! :) -Kael ~Risus Amoris~

Lyney, who had just finished a meeting with Father, walked through the corridors of the House of Hearth with a pensive expression upon his face, mulling over their discussion. He learned more and more about the responsibilities of becoming Father’s successor with each meeting and it often weighed a little on his shoulders. That’s something he wouldn’t openly admit, of course.

He shook his head, deciding he didn’t want to think about it anymore. At least, not for today. He wanted to go find his siblings and distract his mind from future responsibilities.

Once he had reached the bedroom that he shared with his twin sister Lynette and younger brother Freminet, he mentally prepared himself to wear the mask of positivity before quietly entering.

There he found Freminet huddled against his bed, knees pulled tightly to his chest and his face obscured by his diving helmet, which was the concerning part. Judging by the comforting hand placed on his shoulder from Lynette, who kneeled beside him, it didn’t take long for Lyney to piece together what was going on here.

Lyney approached and met Lynette’s concerned gaze before offering a small smile to his brother. “Hey there, Freminet. Do you need someone to talk to?”

Freminet remained curled in on himself, only shaking his head indicating that he wasn’t up for talking at that moment. Lyney understood and silently knelt on Freminet’s other side, offering the comfort of his presence if anything. He knew Freminet appreciated having his siblings close by even when unable to voice his problems.   

“How did your meeting with Father go?” Lynette asked from the other side of their brother. Lyney chuckled, of course she would be invested in what went on during the meeting. But that conversation would only sour the already dampened mood of the room. Lyney couldn’t have that.

“We can discuss that later. Right now, we have more important matters at hand,” Lyney diverted, placing his hand upon Freminet’s shoulder. “This room seems so dark, won’t you light it up with your smile, dear brother?”

Freminet’s head tilted to Lyney’s way, silently baffled by the sudden attention.

Lyney flashed a mischievous yet playful smile and reached out a finger to poke Freminet’s ribs. The boy flinched and let out a muffled sound within the depths of the helmet.

Lyney gave a small laugh and shared a knowing look towards his twin, without a word, the same idea passed between them, and they knew exactly how to cheer up their little brother. Lynette then wiggled her fingers against the other side of Freminet’s ribs.

The cryo user squirmed and clamped his arms down, trying in vain to protect himself from their playful methods. Lyney and Lynette persisted further, their nimble fingers seeking out all the ticklish spots they knew would make Freminet dissolve into sweet giggles.

“Won’t you smile for us, Freminet?” Lyney asked again, delighted in the quiet and muffled laughter he could hear from within the helmet.

“I ahaham!” Freminet’s helmet even changed to a smiley face to prove his point.

“Ah-Ah!” Lyney wagged his finger and brought his hands down to Freminet’s tummy, where he began scribbling his fingers. “That one doesn’t count.”

“Yes, we want to see your smile, Freminet.” Lynette joined in, which Lyney couldn’t help the proud feeling bubbling in chest. He truly loved seeing his siblings smiling and having fun like this.

Freminet started kicking his legs with peals of bright and hysterical laughter once Lynette started skittering her fingers under his arm. Fortunately, Freminet lacked his diving boots, so Lyney grabbed onto his kicking ankle and started tickling the bottoms of Freminet’s barefoot, sending the boy into squeals.

“Stahahap! Stahahahp! I give!” Freminet pleaded, reaching up and removing the helmet that only fuelled their cruelty. Lyney and Lynette were greeted with a tomato shaded face, but Freminet’s smile was bright, just like they wanted.

“There we go. Look at how bright the room is now,” Lyney smiled in triumph, pleased that they managed to lift Freminet’s spirits. “Even if you’re not always willing to talk, Freminet. We’ll always be here to lift you up again.”

“T-Thank you, both. I- AH! Lynette!”

“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~”  

Lyney:

Lyney is a MASSIVE ler

I mean, being the oldest to 2 siblings?

He's very experienced with tickling compared to Kinich

80% ler, 20% lee

Just because he's mainly the ler doesn't mean he's never the lee

His worst spot is his armpits and because they're shown off in his outfit, it gets taken advantage of whenever he's the lee

TEASY.

OH MY GOD HE TEASES HIS LEES SO BAD

THINGS LIKE "which is worse, here? *tickles a really bad spot* orrr here?~ *tickles a really bad spot*"

AND WHICHEVER HIS LEE PICKS, HE STAYS IN THAT SPOT

He somehow knows his lees worst spots

R.I.P Kinich

Wheezer and giggler

Kinich:

He never had much experience with tickling in his life

Due to growing up in a household where his dad hit his mum and him on the daily, tickling was never really an option when he was a kid.

Though, when he met Lyney, all of that changed.

See this lovely boy is extremely ticklish, more ticklish than Lyney, and Lyney has more experience with being a ler AND he has the advantage here

90% lee, 10% ler

Worst spots are his thighs and his back.

Squeezing his thighs will send him into hysterics

Gently tracing patterns on his back will drive him CRAZY

but doing it at the same time?

Oh god he screams bloody murder

Giggler and a squealer, sometimes squeaks and snorts

His laugh is ADORABLE

you wouldn't expect it from someone who is so nonchalant

Ajaw teases him for it, all the time

Teases work so well on him

THAT'S IT!!! I kinda yapped on this one but they're so cute!! Ahahsgshshdhjsnsbd

“Have you ever wondered what the Knave’s children are up to these days?” Lumine asked Wanderer.

“No, why do you ask?”

“Well… I want to take you to see a magic show tonight.”

“A magic show?” Wanderer scoffed, “Why would I ever want to see something as childish as that?”

“Oh, c’mon, don’t be like that. Lyney’s an amazing magician. It’ll be fun!” Lumine insisted.

“Fine, whatever.”

Later that evening, Lumine and Wanderer arrived at the Opera Epiclese. A few steps into the building, Lumine thought she heard someone calling out to her.

“Psst. Lumine!”

There it was again.

“Over here!”

“Lumine, someone’s trying to get your atte- where’d she go?” Lumine had suddenly vanished from the spot she had been standing.

“WhaA!” Lumine yelped as she was pulled off to the side.

“Hello, my dear~ Come to see my show tonight?” Lyney greeted her, taking off his hat and bowing.

“Oh, h-hello, Lyney. Yes, with my friend Kasacchi, who’s probably looking for me now.” Lumine shot him a look.

“I just wanted to have a private chat with you before the show. Is that so wrong?”

Lumine rolled her eyes, unable to stop herself from smiling. “No, no, it’s fine. Just make it quick.”

After their little conversation, Lumine caught up with Wanderer.

“There you are, where in Teyvat did you go?”

“Lyney pulled me aside. He upgraded our tickets to VIP,” Lumine said, waving the tickets in front of him. “We’re in the front row.”

“I see.”

The two took their front row seats, waiting in anticipation for the show to begin.

“Welcome to Lyney and Lynette’s Magic Show!” Lyney greeted the audience, briefly making eye contact with both Lumine and Wanderer.

“We have a very special show planned for you all today. I am going to try out something new, something I have never done on stage before!”

The audience muttered in excitement.

“Now, I will let the Fateometer decide our lucky audience member. And don’t worry, you can always decline and I will pick someone else. Lynette, if you please…” Lynette brought out the Fateometer (which was really just her hat) and placed it center stage. The hat seemingly levitated on its own.

“Let’s see what the Fateometer decides,” Lyney said.

The Fateometer began to shake, spewing out streamers, confetti, and a singular playing card. Lyney caught said playing card and showed it to the audience.

“Now, everyone please check under your seats. If your card is the seven of hearts, please make your way towards the stage!”

“Aw, I got the Ace of hearts. What about you, Kasacchi?”

“Uh…” Wanderer looked at his card in disbelief. “I got the… seven… of hearts.”

“Did I hear that right?” Lyney turned to Wanderer excitedly.

Wanderer stood up and put his hand on his hip. “You did.” He flipped the card around so that it was facing Lyney.

“Wonderful! Step on up.”

Lynette walked off the stage down to where Wanderer was standing and offered her hand.

Wanderer looked to his left over at Lumine. She gave him an encouraging double thumbs up. “You’ll be fine! I can watch your hat for you, if you’d like.”

“Fine,” Wanderer took off his hat and handed it to Lumine. He then reluctantly took Lynette’s hand and followed her back up onto the stage.

“Everyone give a warm welcome to our lucky audience member!” Lyney gestured towards Wanderer. “Kasacchi, was it?”

Wanderer looked somewhat surprised. “How do you know that?”

“A little birdie told me,” Lyney smiled.

Lynette brought out a comfortable-looking red velvet armchair and motioned for Wanderer to take a seat. Wanderer did so, crossing his arms.

“Now, Kasacchi, are you alright with a little hypnosis?”

Wanderer raised his eyebrows. “Hypnosis? Yeah, like that’ll ever work on me.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Knock yourself out.”

Lyney chuckled. “Remember, you’re ultimately the one in control here. If you start to feel uncomfortable, you can wake yourself up at any time. Understand?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Wonderful. Now, I am going to have you focus on my dear sister Lynette’s pocket watch here.” Lynette held up the pocket watch a few inches in front of Wanderer’s eyes. “Just focus on the rhythm as it sways from side to side.”

Wanderer did so.

“Now, I want you to take some deep breaths. In for four, hold for seven, and out for eight. Got it? Good, let’s do it together. In, two, three, four, hold, two, three, four, five, six, seven, out, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Good, and again. In, two, three, four…”

This isn’t too bad so far, Wanderer thought. It’s actually kind of relaxing.

“You start to feel your body getting heavy, this deep relaxation making it harder and harder to move.”

Wanderer leaned back into the chair. His arms relaxed, slowly falling into his lap.

“You feel your mind getting lighter. You have nothing to worry about. Just let yourself enjoy it. Slowly, you feel your eyelids start to get heavier. Allow yourself to relax. You don’t have to think anymore, I will take care of everything for you.”

Lumine was already impressed. She had never seen Wanderer in such a relaxed state before.

“Now, every time I snap my fingers, you may close your eyes. But, every time I say so, you have to open them again. Okay, here we go.” Snap. “Close your eyes, just for a moment. And, open again, just like that.” Snap. “Very good. And open again.” Snap. “And again. Perfect. It feels so good to close them, doesn’t it?” Snap. “Just enjoy it. Open your eyes again for me. Every time you have to open your eyes, it becomes harder and harder.” Snap. “But you can do it a few more times, right?” Snap. “Try to open them once again.” Snap. “So sleepy now, barely able to open them.” Snap. “Deeper.” Snap. “And deeper.” Snap. “Relax. Your eyes are so heavy, you can’t open them anymore. But you don’t want to. You just want to rest.”

Lynette stepped to the side, allowing the audience a full view of Lyney and Wanderer. The audience looked on with bated breath.

“Focus on how relaxed you feel. I’m going to count down from ten to one. When I get to one, you will be fully entranced. Ten. Sinking deeply now. Nine. You are breathing slowly and deeply… Three. You don’t have to be awake anymore. Two. Almost there. And, one. Sleep. Sink down. Just relax. Sleep. Sleep deeply. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. There you go.”

Wanderer did indeed look like he had fallen asleep.

“Now, let’s have some fun, shall we?” Lyney turned to the audience and winked.

“Wave your hands like this to cheer,” Lynette instructed, waving both her hands back and forth. “We don’t want to wake him.”

The audience waved their hands excitedly.

“Kasacchi, would you happen to be ticklish?”

Wanderer, with his eyes still closed, smiled softly.

“Did you see that, everyone?”

The audience murmured, a few giggling.

“Now, Kasacchi, you begin to feel a pleasant tingly sensation spread throughout your body. Starting at your scalp, trailing all the way down your spine. It feels wonderful. You let this pleasant feeling wash over you, and you become even more relaxed.”

Wanderer smiled a little wider.

“Very good. Now, you feel something a little funny on the tips of your ears. This funny feeling is almost electric, an electric tingly sensation that begins to spread all over your ears. You realize that this is a very ticklish sensation and, oh, it really tickles, doesn’t it? It tickles a lot. In fact, every time I say the word tickle, it starts to tickle a little more.”

Wanderer nodded.

“The ticklish feeling spreads down your neck and under your arms.”

“Mrrmph. Mmhmhmhehehehe!” Wanderer hugged himself.

“It travels down your arms onto your palms, and down your torso onto your sides. You can’t help but laugh.”

Wanderer giggled, squirming in his chair.

“It starts to tickle your hips, slowly creeping down to your thighs.”

“NahahAHAhAhahAA! NohohohohoAAHAHAhahAHA!”

“The ticklish feeling starts to tickle your thighs, making sure to pay extra special attention to your inner thighs and right above your knees.”

“AhahahahAHAHA! NohohOhohooOAHAHAHAHAHA! NohohaAHAHAHAHAHAT thehehehERAAAAHAHAHAHA!!”

Wanderer was full-on laughing now, kicking his legs and shaking his head.

“It feels so good to laugh, doesn’t it? Just let it all out.”

“IhihihIT TIHIHIHICKLES AHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“The ticklish feeling starts to spread all over your knees and down to your feet. The harder you laugh, the more good you feel. Just let yourself enjoy it.”

The audience was laughing along with Wanderer at this point.

“IHIHIHI-AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Tears of joy pricked the corners of Wanderer’s eyes. He couldn’t deny it—this felt amazing.

“It continues spreading all over your body, finally reaching your toes. It tickles under and in between your toes, going over every little spot it can find.”

Wanderer kicked his feet even harder, slamming his right fist against the armrest.

“Tickle tickle, Kasacchi. Tickle tickle tickle~ You’ve never felt more ticklish in your entire life, and it feels so, so good. You don’t want it to stop.”

“Tickle tickle tickle~” Lynette joined in.

“You look so cute, Kasacchi!” Lumine exclaimed, doubting he could even hear her over the sound of his own laughter.

“LuhuHUMIHIHIHIHIHIHINE! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! NohohAHAHAHAT THAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!”

Lyney snickered. “Ah, he must be dreaming about our lovely Traveler who’s in the audience with us today. Lumine must know all of your tickle spots, doesn’t she, Kasacchi?”

He nodded frantically.

Lumine flushed. I guess he could hear me, she thought.

“You can hold out a little longer though, can’t you? Tickle tickle~ Tickle tickle tickle tickle~!”

Wanderer laughed, shaking his head and thrashing about, but never resisting. He laughed more freely than he had ever laughed before. He laughed so hard that his laughter went completely silent.

“Aaand, sleep.” Lyney said.

Wanderer fell limp almost instantaneously, still smiling and breathing heavily. He looked peaceful.

“Easy now, catch your breath. I am going to count up from one to ten. When I reach ten, you will wake up, and you will no longer be in trance. One…”

Wanderer felt a bit dazed. The first thing he saw when he woke up was Lynette offering her hand. He took it, slowly standing up. He felt a little lightheaded.

“Everyone, please give a big round of applause for Kasacchi! You were an amazing participant. Lynette will guide you back down to your seat.”

Confused, Wanderer followed Lynette back to where Lumine was sitting. Lumine handed him his hat, which he immediately took, put on, and tilted downwards to cover his face.

Lynette joined back up with Lyney on stage and they continued with the rest of their show.

“What… happened?” Wanderer eventually asked Lumine.

“I’ll tell you after the show. How do you feel?”

“Weirdly… warm and fuzzy.”

Lumine peeked under his hat to see his blushing face. “Warm and fuzzy, huh?”

He looked away. “Sh-shut up. It’s disgusting.”