Art Credit: From the Official Genshin Impact accounts (birthday art)!
Summary: Durin’s too adorable to not tickle :)
A/N: Sorry it took a while! This was very fun to write, and I admit I got a couple of lee moods while writing this, ehe. I’ll reblog some of my research that I did while working on this fic, but for conciseness, I want to give a big thanks to @kaeyasfavonius for lee/ler Durin headcanons, @chibimochii for lee Durin art and a drabble, @wertzunge for fics of ler!Durin, @blobbirobbi headcanon of Durin’s horns, and everyone’s interest in this fic :) As far as I know, there are no lee!Durin fics and I’m the first, so I’m kind of nervous, but I really hope you all enjoy this fic! Without further ado, enjoy reading!~
Word Count: 2861
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Albedo was peacefully reading in bed, the warmth of Aether's Sereniteapot very welcome versus the freezing temperatures of Dragonspine. He glanced occasionally at his boyfriend, Scara, who was standing and wearing a blanket over his shoulders like a cape, and their dragon, Durin, who was sitting with a pencil in hand and in deep concentration, his tail flicking occasionally. They were at his work desk while Albedo passively listened, deeply engrossed in his book and only catching strings of their conversations ranging from Akademiya work to battle strategies.
“…show you a defensive technique.”
“Scara, wait. Why does it have to be my neck? I’m kinda scahared…”
Those words and…a giggle? Confused and concerned, Albedo looked up from his book towards them.
“I’m just teaching you how to defend yourself.”
Albedo caught the way Scara snickered to himself as he rolled the chair Durin’s on to a more open area in the room and gently placed his fingers against his neck and cupped his chin, catching Albedo staring, who shrank back at being caught.
“Curious?” Scara grinned, knowing the Alchemist was always curious about everything.
Albedo nodded his head, setting his book aside. “Yeah, what are you doing?”
“You’ll see~”
Scara’s voice was full of mischief, and the twinkle in his eyes made Albedo more intrigued.
Durin was biting back a smile and squirming about, cheeks tinted red.
“Thahat tihickles,” Durin mumbled.
“Well, it isn’t supposed to tickle, so try to keep still,” Scara rolled his eyes.
Albedo could hear the blatant lie in Scara’s voice as Scara was trying his best to keep it together and not spoil the surprise too early.
“So,” Scara cleared his throat, putting on a nonchalant tone. “You have your victim in the chair, right?”
“Mhmehemm,” Durin nodded, shivering when Scara’s fingers brushed against his neck.
Albedo got out his sketch book, outlining a sketch of the two, wanting to preserve the memory while taking notes on the side of what Scara was saying.
“Now, you press down on their neck so you have good leverage. Then, you raise their neck—”
“Pfftahaha!”
Durin instinctively brought a hand to his mouth to hide his outburst of sudden giggles as his wings folded inward to protect himself.
“Didn’t I tell you to keep still?” Scara chastised, trying to nudge his wings away, unable to help himself as he fluttered his fingers over them, making Durin squeal and retract them.
“Scahahara!”
“That’s better. Now don’t make me tickle you again~”
That made Albedo roll his eyes, now seeing where his boyfriend is heading. Though the way his partner is keeping Durin in place is a genuine technique that he will file in his memory to tickle Scara for trapping an enemy.
“Now, where were we?” Scara pondered, tapping his fingers on Durin’s neck in thought, making the latter stiffen as tiny giggles flowed from his mouth. “Ah, yes,” Scara remembered, subtly adjusting his fingers. “Now remember to place your middle fingers beside your victim’s throat.”
At this point, Durin’s eyes were squeezed shut, giggles streaming out of him, face flushed to a similar color to his eyes.
He’s adorable, both Albedo and Scara thought simultaneously before Scara continued.
“And then use your…thumb joint thingies? Those are actually called— Albedo, I love you, babe, but we are not doing a full anatomy lecture right now, to press into the temple area and pull up—”
“BWAHAHAHAHA!”
Whatever Scara said after was lost as Durin exploded in laughter, shrieking and frantically pulling at Scara’s hands while his feet kicked out, almost toppling the chair over if Scara wasn’t there behind him.
“S-SCAHAHAHARA! HAHAHAT GUHUHUY! IT TIHIHICKLES! IT TICKLEHEHESSS! OHOHOHO MY GAHAHAHAWD! AHAHAHA!”
“Oh? It does? I didn't realize~” Scara said, innocently, while he continued tickling him.
Durin’s tail swished rapidly behind him, whacking against Scara incessantly as his wings frantically flapped about and his legs kicked out.
“YOUHUHU SAHAHAID IHIHIT WOHOHON’T TIHIHICKL— GAHAHAHA! YOU TRIHIHICKED MEHEHE!”
“Oh, Durin,” Scara cooed. “It was obvious that I was going to tickle you~ ’…a defensive technique’; Pfft. That was such an obvious excuse for me to tickle you~”
Scara angled his fingers a bit, scratching at a particularly sensitive patch of skin on his neck, making Durin roar with laughter.
“AHAHAHA! NOT THERE! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!”
“Come on, this is good practice for you to try and get out~” Scara teased. “You can do that, right? Since you are an almighty dragon?”
“NOHOHOHO TEHEHEHEASINGGG!!”
“No? I thought you liked teasing. I would even say you like it as much as you like being tickled~”
Scara smirked devilishly before leaning down and placing small ticklish raspberries on the tips of his horns. That, in addition to the tickles on his neck, made Durin completely fall apart.
Scara looked towards Albedo, who wasn’t looking at him, making him scoff.
“Albedo! I was asking you—”
“Tahahahake thihihis!”
With Scara distracted, Durin managed to control his tail and make it curl around Scara’s waist, trapping him and dipping the end into one of his hip windows and prodding inside, earning an undignified squeal from Scara, who immediately let him go.
In a desperate attempt to gain control again, he gave Durin a bear hug and scribbled over his wings, causing the other to cackle and instinctively give his wings a big burst of energy, flying off the chair and taking Scara with him before heading right directly to Albedo and the bed.
“W-Whoa, DURIN! WATCH OUT!”
“OH SHIT!”
A flutter of bed sheets, pillows, feathers, and blankets exploded from the bed as the two crashed into it.
“Owie,” Durin groaned, taking a punctured pillow out of his horns.
Hearing Albedo groan too, Durin gasped, crawling over to him.
"Albedo! Are you okay?!" Durin cried out with concern.
Albedo gave him a light grin, patting himself down.
"Ah. I feel like 10 million mora. Can't say the same thing about Hat Guy, though," Albedo chuckled, winking at him and gesturing towards a hatless Scaramouche.
“Durinnnn!! What was the plan there!?!”
A grumpy Wanderer pulled the dragon's legs toward him, making him yelp.
“I-I didn’t think that far ahead!” Durin sheepishly grinned, scratching the back of his head before gasping when he felt his arms being raised over his head.
“Albedo?!”
“Finally, deciding you want to join in, huh?” Scara clicked his tongue at the Alchemist as he climbed onto Durin’s hips.
“Mm, he almost destroyed my painting…” Albedo murmured, taking off Durin’s gloves, causing the other to get into a giggle fit.
“D-Dohohon't! Ahahalbehehedohoho! Scahahara!” Durin giggled, squirming around, and his wings flapping about.
“We're not even tickling you, and you're this giggly?” Scara chuckled, looking at Durin’s flushed face with amusement. “Hmm, we have to do something about those wings…”
“No! Y-You dohohon't need toho! Stahahay awahayehehehe!”
Durin giggled, hiding himself behind his wings before immediately unfolding them and letting out a guffaw of laughter when Scara scribbled over his lower abdomen.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. We definitely need to do something about those naughty wings.”
He exchanged a glance with Albedo, who nodded with a knowing smirk on his face, before they instantly were at opposite ends of Durin’s wings, spreading them taut before gently tracing the inner membranes.
Durin clutched his sides with his now free hands, scrunching up his face in squeaky, uncontrollable snickers and laughter as Scara and Albedo giggled alongside him.
Albedo glanced over to his side when he felt something brush against his thigh.
“Hmm, oh. A feather…a feather.”
Albedo's eyes lit up in realization. He picked up the feather and twirled it in between his fingers before calling out to Scara.
“Scara! Try this!”
He showed the feather to him, making the latter widen his eyes and flinch, biting his lip before regaining his composure in an instant.
What was that? Albedo thought to himself, filing that detail for later.
“I like the way you think, Bedo,” Scara said, pulling him out of his thoughts.
Scara summoned Anemo, bringing some feathers to his and Albedo’s side. He could use his powers to control the feathers to tickle Durin, but he’s 100% sure that the dragon would not survive the onslaught. Better suited for a dumb bee, too smooth samurai, flirty detective, or a smart ass alchemist.
Durin was grateful for the break, pulling in gulps of air before starting to giggle once again when he saw the two readying themselves.
“Wahahait! Plehehease! Pleasepleaseplehehahasehehe!! I'll do anythihing!” Durin pleaded, a glint of nervous excitement in his eyes.
“Anything, you say?” Scara hummed, armed with two feathers, one in each hand, hovering them over Durin’s wing.
“Ahahanythihing! Eep!”
Durin let out a squeak when he felt a feather brush on his other wing, looking at Albedo with wide eyes.
“Oops, sorry,” Albedo apologized, the apology not reaching his face as he smirked.
“Hmm,” Scara pondered aloud, bringing Durin’s attention back to him. “Say you’re the most ticklish person in the world.”
Durin bit his lip. There’s no way he can say that! That’s too flustering! He looked between Scara and Albedo before sighing in defeat.
“You’re the most ticklish person in the world. There, I said it,” he finally spoke with an innocent face.
The shock on Scara’s face was priceless that Durin had to break into a sly grin, and Albedo started laughing.
“Don’t laugh, Albedo!” Scara cried out, being pulled out of his stupor.
“Sorry! Sohorry!”
Scara rolled his eyes before turning his attention back to Durin and, without even giving him the chance to react, started swiping the feathers across his sensitive wing, which he was pinning down.
The reaction was instant as Durin was beside himself in laughter, kicking his legs out and arching his back before falling back down.
“HAHAHAHA! WAHAHAIT! GAHAHAHA!”
“You were really asking to be tickled, huh, bratty dragon?”
Despite his protests, both Albedo and Scara can see that Durin was enjoying himself with the wide smile on his face and bubbly laughter flowing out of his lips, while his tail whipped back and forth between his legs.
“I knew you were ticklish, but not this ticklish,” Albedo said in awe, as he swept the feather over the edges of his wing, making the dragon let out a squeak.
“It does, huh~?” Scara asked with an evil grin. “How about here?”
He reached for a spot on Durin’s wing where he knew was extremely ticklish, thanks to the photo Albedo sent him of Klee drawing on his wing, and suffice to say, it was very effective.
Durin couldn’t think straight anymore, much less complete his sentence. He just knew it tickled so, so bad! It was only feathers, too! Why does it tickle so much!?
“Now imagine if Albedo did the same thing on your other wing?~” Scara teased, bringing him out of his thoughts.
He darted his eyes towards Albedo, seeing how he was slowly lowering the feathers in his hands towards his wing, and that was the final straw before Durin finally gave in.
“OKAY! OKAHAHAY! NOHOHO MOHOHOHORE! PLEHEHEHASE!”
Hearing those words, Albedo and Scara immediately stopped and let him go. He instantly curled up, giggling as he hid himself with his wings.
The two of them slowly approached him before hugging him, staying like that for a while, before the door to the room suddenly swung open, and Sethos stepped in.
“What’s going on he—? Oh! Is this a cuddle pile?! Let me join!”
Sethos jumped onto the three of them, making them let out an ‘oof!’ as they fell over. Scara immediately started whacking at Sethos and scolding him while Sethos repeatedly let out ‘I’m sorry!’ trying to protect himself with a nearby pillow. Durin laughed at the scene they were in, and Albedo looked at Sethos and Scara fondly, chuckling under his breath.
“You are an idiot, Sethos! What if we got hurt?!”
“I’m sawry…”
“Don’t. Don’t give me those puppy eyes.”
“You’ll forgwave me? Wight, Scawa?”
Scara’s face was heating up quick and he jolted when Albedo nudged him with a smirk.
“So?”
“Ugh, you all are insufferable! I forgive you, now stop with those puppy eyes!!”
“Yay!”
“You are such a child.”
“Hmm,” Durin hummed to himself, having finally recovered after his two tickle sessions and catching Albedo’s attention.
“What is it, Durin?”
“I was just thinking,” Durin looked towards Scara, who finally left Sethos in peace. “You seem to be quite a tsundere, Scara.”
Scara sputtered as the other two shielded their laughter behind their hands.
“I’m not a tsundere! And where the hell did you learn that word?! Albedo?!”
“Why are you blaming me!? I didn’t teach him that!”
“Sethos!?”
“Not me, honest!”
Scara pinched the bridge of his nose before tackling Durin.
“Ah!”
“Durin, you have five seconds.”
“I’m not telling!”
“Fivefourthreetwo—”
“You can’t count that fa—*one—*hahAHaST! AHahAhAHA!”
“Now tell me where you learned that word or else.”
“NehEHEverrr!!”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you~”
“Wait! Not the— N-NonononoHOHoho!”
As Durin was tickled once again, Albedo and Sethos looked on in amusement.
“I bet 10 mora that Durin will not give in,” Sethos said after a moment. “What do you say, Albedo?”
“You bet?”
“Yeah. The shenanigans Cyno, Tighnari, Kaveh, Alhaitham, and I get into during Genius Invokation TCG can lead to some…interesting bets.”
“I see. I accept your bet then. 10 million mora says he folds.”
“HUH?! cough I-I see someone’s confident.”
“It’s cause I’m a winning man. See?”
He gestured to Scara and Durin, the latter beside himself in squeals, giggles, and snorts as Scara gently tickled his horns.
“Ready to give in, little dragon?~ I know this is your weakest spot~”
“L-Let’s call off the bet and join in instead?” Sethos asked hopefully because he definitely does not have 10 million mora.
“Sure,” Albedo chuckled, making Sethos sigh in relief.
“Ah, look. Seems like we have two more people who want to join in on the fun~” Scara snickered.
“S-Stahahay bahahack!” Durin giggled at the two new lers.
Sethos feigned hurt as he grabbed a hold of both Durin’s palms while Albedo sat near one of Durin’s wings.
“Rin-Rin, that hurts!” Sethos pouted. “I want to hear more of your giggles!”
“He did curse earlier,” Scara recalled, tracing the ridges of Durin’s horns and making the dragon yelp. “He should be tickled for that, don’t you think, Sethos?”
“Our little dragon cursed?!” Sethos widened his eyes in shock.
“It’s true, I did witness it,” Albedo chimed in.
“Durin, you’re so going to get it!”
Sethos started blowing raspberries on his palms, and Albedo joined in on scribbling his fingers over his wings, and with the added tickles on his horns by Scara, the rush of sensations immediately hit him, igniting the loudest laughter yet from the dragon.
Hiccupy laughter and snorts filled the ears of his ticklers, and they felt their hearts melt at how adorable he was as they slowed down before stopping altogether and hugging Durin tight.
“Never change, Durin.”
“You’re so adorable, little dragon~”
“Sigh, bratty dragon.”
A moment of peaceful silence settled over them before Scara spoke again.
“You still didn’t say where you learned the word tsundere.”
All of them could hear the pout in Scara’s voice, making them all chuckle, and Scara’s face burned a bright red.
“Oh, Hat Guy~” Durin teased, wiggling his wing against his side. “It was Kazuha. He lent me some BL to read because I was curious about love, and I found out about that word.”
Laughter filled the room once again, and Durin leaned into Albedo’s hand, who was ruffling his hair.
“Albedo?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m happy to have been born,” Durin spoke softly. “Thank you for making it possible. I’m happy I have a family that loves me.”
Before Albedo or even Scara and Sethos, who stopped after hearing what Durin said, could say anything, light snores and purrs emitted from the now sleeping dragon.
“I’m glad you are here,” both Albedo and Scara said in unison to his sleeping form with small tears in their eyes before snuggling close to him and then pulling Sethos towards them, who was unsure if he should say something and leave.
“You’re part of this family. Stay.”
And stay, Sethos did as a comfortable silence settled over them before following Durin into the land of dreams and sleeping alongside him~
✮ He would never even think about hiding his reactions from anyone just because he likes it when people know that he‘s having fun.
✮ When you first start tickling him, he will instantly smile brightly before having a cute little giggle fit.
✮ In my imagination, in both his dragon forms (as „evil“ dragon and Mini-Durin) he just wasn‘t ticklish at all and therefore didn‘t even know what it was.
✮ Obviously that makes him much more ticklish than normal human - beings.
✮ And while he won‘t try to hide his reactions, he will definitely try to protect his tickle spots like his sides with his wings.
✮ He also has many lers who find it absolutely hilarious how ticklish he is.
✮ These lers are his friends who gave him their blessings (Navia, Kirara, Nilou, Traveller), Hat guy sometimes, Albedo, Kaeya and of course Klee.
✮ Okay, I change my headcanon about this like daily but I‘m pretty sure he can‘t see the Aranaras.
✮ So during his travels through Sumeru with Wanderer, these little creatures just tickle attacked him and he couldn‘t even see them while Wanderer,who can in fact see them, did absolutely nothing to help.
✮ His main tickle spots are definitely his sides, lower abdomen, wings, horns and surprisingly his palms which nobody except Wanderer knows about.
✮ But his wings are also really ticklish and said hat guy actually finds this pretty funny (in a ridiculous kind of way)
✮ He is definitely a lee that goes through all stages of laughter: First amused chuckles, then soft giggles until he laughs uncontrollably.
✮ Note: everyone who tickles him finds him absolutely adorable.
Ler:
✮ Listen up everyone, this dragon is a meanie!
✮ Like once he learned about tickling and how it works he instantly asked everyone he knew if they were ticklish without even considering that it could be embarassing to answer that.
✮ So you will be embarassed the whole time he tickles you, just a heads-up!
✮ For him it just instantly became a source of fun and laughter and he loves tickling others just as much as getting tickled himself. He‘s just really innocent and playful.
✮ And obviously to discover his ler side and „practice“ he made Hat guy his first and for a short time also only victim.
✮ But I also think Tighnari would be his lee everytime they visit their friends in Sumeru because he is amused how ticklish his fox ears are.
✮ Obviously he had a great time experimenting around with different techniques. However it took him some time to realize that not all lees have the same weak spots and stuff…yeah he‘s confused sometimes.
✮ But hear me out: I‘m pretty sure this dragon boy has claws! I mean he uses pyrokinetic claws to fight. And since he also kept his dragon wings and horns who‘s to say he didn‘t keep his claws? Afterall we haven‘t seen his hands under his gloves.
✮ And now imagine: Him carefully tracing his lee‘s stomach or sides with his claws with just enough pressure to tickle but not hurt. That would definitely be his killer move. Once he removes his gloves you know you‘re dead…
✮ He also has a couple of standard teases that he uses all the time like: „Aww what‘s wrong, does this tickle you?“
✮ He will literally just pretend to be clueless about tickling when in reality he learned everything already and knows exactly what he‘s doing. Wanderer gets especially annoyed from that.
✮ But I also think it‘s important to mention that most of the time he doesn‘t think of tickling as tormenting someone, he literally just loves seeing others laugh and bond with them.
✮ And he also won‘t tickle you to tears or the point of complete exhaustion. So most of the time there‘s no need for much aftercare but he will definitely offer his lees some water and maybe tell some jokes to keep the mood light and playful.
Conclusion: Due to first learning about tickling when he became human he is like (55% lee and 45% ler) because he learned taking tickles and giving tickles at the same time.
He just gets tickled a bit more because people find his reactions too adorable to resist.
But he can be a pretty mean ler who embarasses his victim (even though that‘s not even his intention) but also loves making others laugh in an innocent way.
"Sorry?...ha, you're sorry now are you? About what exactly, about not showing back up in sumeru like you said? About heading away by yourself? To nod krai? You should be sorry, you little brat"
"Neeheheehehe~ b-but- Ah! Not the ribs~"
"You are beyond grounded, you hear me?"
"B-bwaha-but Mr albedo said it wa-hahas okay for me to go-hohehe~"
"... well he isn't your guardian now is he? I will have to have a chat with him after im done with you.. now laugh and suffer, little dragon"
A/N: @eliankrios Happy Holidays! I hope you also managed to pull our dragon we were both so exciting to look forward to. Hopefully this little story will be to your liking.
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The Akademiya was unusually quiet today. No bustling researchers, no loud debates spilling into the corridors, no overexcited students sprinting between their lectures. Just a few rustling leaves and the slow hum of the desert wind from the far distance. It made Wanderer’s room feel even more still than usual - Too still, Durin thought.
He pushed open the door without knocking, a habit Wanderer pretended to despise but never actually stopped. “Hat Guy? I’m here,” he called out lightly, peeking inside.
Wanderer sat at his desk, back rigid and shoulders tense, staring out the window with a scowl that wasn’t his usual scowl. His normal irritation had a bite of arrogance, disdain, even amusement. This one… sagged at the edges. Quiet. Sulky, even.
Durin blinked, his head tilting. “You look weird.” Wanderer’s glare flicked over. “Wonderful. Just what I needed. A lizard-brained dragon trying to analyze my expression.” “Mm. Definitely weird,” Durin concluded cheerfully, unbothered by the comment, as he stepped further inside, leaves his boots at the entrance, “but I brought snacks.”
The ravenhead didn’t even acknowledge the gesture. He just crossed his arms and huffed sharply through his nose. That was when Durin knew something was actually wrong. He padded closer, crouching beside Wanderer’s chair.
“Albedo taught me what to do when someone, especially a friend I’m close with, is upset,” he began in a bright, matter-of-fact voice, forming his hands to claws, wiggling them playfully at him. “Don’t,” Wanderer warned immediately, tone low and loaded. He looked the other in the eyes with a mix of fear and- was that a spark of excitement? Durin smiled.
“Don’t you dare,” Wanderer repeated, straighter now, clearly sensing danger. “Well,” Durin said as he reached out, “he said people need comfort and sometimes… tickles.” Wanderer shot up from the chair so fast it screeched. “Absolutely not!” Durin’s fingers poked lightly at his waist. A tiny, strangled sound escaped Wanderer’s lips.
He slapped both hands over his mouth instantly, face flushing. “S-Stop that! That’s childish.” Durin’s eyes sparkled. “Oh. That worked better than I thought.” “I SAID-” Wanderer tried to take a step back, but Durin darted in again, fingers skimming teasingly at the sides of his ribs.
“Hn! Durin!” Wanderer stiffened like someone had run a current through him, his breath hitching hard. He twisted away quickly, retreating toward the bed. Giggles - small, unwilling, furious - tried to slip out, and he bit down on them. “Oooh,” Durin sing-songed, “you’re really trying not to laugh, huh? Albedo said that it isn’t good to try hiding it!”
What the hell had he been teaching him?! “You are not allowed,” Wanderer sputtered, retreating further and further until the back of his knees hit the mattress. Durin seized the opportunity. A gentle shove - nothing forceful, nothing Wanderer couldn’t resist if he truly wanted to - and he fell backward onto the bed with an indignant yelp. “AHh!”
Durin climbed onto him without hesitation, straddling his lower back as Wanderer tried to scramble away. The smaller dragon-boy easily sat his friend down, pinning him with barely any weight. “GeHeht off!” “Nope,” Durin chirped, “I’m cheering you up.” And with that, he scribbled both hands along Wanderer’s sides.
Wanderer jolted violently, a sharp gasp bursting from him. “PfFtt- AhHAHahAh! StoHop ihit! D-DuHurin!!” “Oh wow, you are ticklish,” Durin marveled, delighted, “Albedo was right. This works on everyone.”
“Th-ThiHis does not work on- ngh!” Wanderer clamped his jaw shut, shoulders trembling under him as he tried to hold back laughter with visible, desperate effort. Durin leaned down just slightly, fingers slowing into soft, purposeful circles at the dip of Wanderer's waist. “You’re shaking,” he observed warmly.
Wanderer’s hands fisted in the bedding. “I-I’m not shh-shaking…” “You’re totally shaking,” Durin said. A tiny giggle escaped. Wanderer froze, feeling caught red-handed and Durin beamed. Then he dragged his fingertips lightly up his back, slowly tracing them devilishly gentle upwards. The sensation made the other buck.
“HA! G-GeHehet OFF!!” “Oh, now you’re laughing!” Durin laughed too, delighted as he kneaded lightly along the tense muscles near the other's shoulder blades. “See? You sound happier already!” “That! Is NOT!! HnnHAHA Durin d-damn!” Wanderer whined.
He wriggled, twisted, tried to push himself up, but the purple-haired only followed the motion, adjusting his seat calmly and dragging his fingers up the sides of Wanderer’s neck. The soft and unexpected touch made the ravenhead squeak. “Oh!!! Your neck works too?!” Durin gasped. “SHUT UP!!”
Another high-pitched giggle spilled out as Durin traced circles right beneath his ears, the spot making Wanderer kick against the blankets helplessly, face now fully crimson. He hid it by pressing half his face into the comforter. “D-Durin! St-StoHop iHihit! EHenough!” he whined, his face burning with embarrassment. Durin finally paused.
Wanderer’s panting, trembling breaths filled the room. His fingers remained curled tight in the sheets. His voice, when it came, was embarrassingly soft. “You’re such a child.” Durin smiled fondly and leaned forward, laying his chest gently against Wanderer’s back in a warm hug-like sprawl. “But your mood’s better now.”
Wanderer didn’t respond. Durin waited. Waited. Then, very softly, Wanderer muttered “…Argh! I wasn’t in a bad mood.” “You were,” Durin said gently into his shoulder, “but it’s okay. You can tell me.” A long silence. Wanderer’s shoulders rose and fell with a slow inhale, before he spoke up. “…I don’t like that you went to Mondstadt first.” Durin blinked. “Huh?”
“You came to see Albedo,” Wanderer grumbled, voice muffled, “and spent time with the Knights of Favonius and the citizens. And then finally you came here,” he whispered had the last part almost inaudibly. Durin blinked again. “Wait… are you- jealous?” Wanderer went still. Very still. “…No,” he said too fast, too stiff. Durin gasped. “You ARE!”
“I am not,” Wanderer snapped, but the defensiveness was already an answer. Durin’s expression softened. He slid his arms around Wanderer’s torso and hugged him fully from behind, cheek pressed between Wanderer’s shoulder blades.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered gently, “I didn’t mean to make you feel left out. You’re… You’re my best friend, Hat Guy. I would’ve come here first if I knew it mattered.” Wanderer’s breath stuttered. He didn’t hug back but he didn’t pull away either. “…Don’t say sappy things,” he muttered. Durin smiled. “Then… I’ll say something else instead.”
He pulled back slightly, allowing him to turn around. Durin lifted his hands, wiggling his fingers with an innocent grin. “You have five seconds~” Wanderer shot upright beneath him. “Wait. What does that-” Durin counted. “Five.” “Durin don’t-” “Four.” “I swear if you touch me again-” “Three.” “Durin!” “Two.” Wanderer froze, realization hitting too late. “One.”
Durin pounced at him once more, both hands squeezing his sides. “D-DON’T YOU- HAHAHA YOU LITTLE!!” Wanderer practically exploded, twisting under him with a torrent of laughter he couldn’t hold back this time. “AHAHAHAHAH! QUIHIT IHIHIT!” Durin only laughed with him, chasing every squirm and every gap in his defenses.
“No, I have to make it up to you for making you feel lonely~” he teased as his fingers danced along Wanderer's ribs, up his waist, back to the neck - every spot that made him jolt and squeal. “DUR- HAHAHA DURIN!! DAHAMN IT!!” Wanderer pounded weakly on the mattress.
“I’LL- EHEHHE KILL YOU WHEN I BREA-HAHAHA!!” Durin giggled joyfully. “You always say that! But you’re smiling!” And Wanderer definitely was, brightly, helplessly, genuinely.
The playful tickling continued for a while longer and even turned into a bit of wrestling where Wanderer, weakened by the ticklish assault of his friend, ended up face-down again, reduced to a giggly fit as Durin continued to wiggle his hands up and down his sides, before he finally choked out, breathless, “FI-FiHihne!! FINE!! I give!!”
The other stopped right away, causing Wanderer to collapse face-down, panting hard, ears and neck as red as the dragon-boy’s ruby eyes. Durin sat proudly atop him, grinning. “Feel better now?” Wanderer didn’t lift his head.
“…I hate you.” Durin hugged him around the waist again, cheek pressing to his back. “No you don’t.” A quiet, defeated exhale. “…No. I don’t.” Durin’s smile widened. He nuzzled lightly into Wanderer’s shoulder and Wanderer let him, feeling how the other’s closeness calmed him down. For a moment, all was warm, peaceful, strangely soft.
Then Durin chirped, “I’m still your best friend, right?” Wanderer groaned into the blankets. “If you ask me that again-” “Okay, okay! No more questions.” Durin shifted, hugging him tighter. “Just… no more sulking, or I’ll tickle your ears again.” Wanderer stiffened immediately. “Don’t you DARE, I’m serious!” Durin giggled.
And though Wanderer growled into the pillow, the room stayed warm with the quiet glow of both their smiles - until Durin’s cheerful laughter filled the room once more as Wanderer launched a sudden counterattack, fingers digging mercilessly into his sides.
“AHAHAH HAHAT GUHUY HAHAHA STOP!! IHIT TIHICKLES! I’M SORRY!!” Durin laughed, but he didn't even try to make him stop or break free. Wanderer couldn't help but grin down at him, knowing right away that he actually wanted him to tickle him back - or rather didn't mind it. His hands moved on their own, squeezing playfully the other’s flanks. It made fun.
"OH~ Didn't Albedo tell you that? Let me show you what actually happens when tickling a friend," Wanderer teased, a warm smile hushing over his lips, as he watched purple stands of hair cascading a flushed face, grinning back at him with a smile radiant as the sun. “NOHO AHAHHAHAH!” The Akademiya echoed with two friends’ laughter long into the afternoon…
Art Credit: Durin (@thiharess), Wanderer (Official Genshin Art)
Summary: Wanderer frets over Durin after he fell on his tail and discovers something unexpected~
A/N: Oh my God! It's an actual fic with an image!?! And word count and a summary!? Plus an author's note?? Jokes aside, I’m slowly getting back into the groove of writing! Laziness, heat, and boredom are killing me. cries. Hope you enjoy this one! Gotta love our ticklish little dragon! :) I honestly had no idea how to end the fic bc it would've kept going if I didn't stop 😭
Word Count: 1391
Will be on AO3 eventually 🙏 (if it still isn’t there/this isn’t updated in like in a week, lmk)
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“Let me take a look at it.”
“No!”
“What do you mean no?! You landed on your tail! I have to make sure you’re not injured!”
“Hat Guy, it’s fine!”
“Fine, my ass. Come here.”
Scara was fretting over Durin, who accidentally fell on his tail when one of the legs of the chair he was sitting on in the snow at Dragonspine broke. Albedo and Sethos, the latter who came to visit to take a break from his Temple of Silence duties and totally not to avoid them and instead spend time with Albedo, Durin, and Scara, argued about the reasoning for why the chair broke, with Sethos saying it broke because Durin aura farmed so hard, while Albedo explained with science.
“A chair can’t break because the person who’s sitting on it is so cool,” Albedo gestured. “And where'd you learn the term aura farming?”
“Gaming taught it. He's so cool ✨,” Sethos replied dreamily before being serious again. “And really, Albedo? All I’m saying is that when Dvalin in his human form approached, he got a nosebleed after seeing Durin, then the chair broke as Dvalin flew away. They are definitely connected.”
“That is just a coincidence!”
Scara left the two in exasperation as he carried a protesting Durin to Albedo’s hideout, leading to their current predicament.
“Scara, I’m fine!”
“Stop swishing your tail! Let me check!”
Scara kneeled down and grabbed hold of Durin’s tail, making the dragon immediately jolt and quiet down. He began feeling and examining his tail, testing specific pressure points.
“Does this hurt?” Scara asked, gently rubbing the side of his tail.
“N-No,” Durin mumbled, to which Scara didn’t question his change in quiet attitude, continuing with the checkup.
“How about here?” he continued, sliding a finger underneath the scales of Durin’s tail, causing him to let out a muffled noise. “What?”
“Nothing,” Durin replied, biting down on his lip.
Scara took notice of the change in his voice but didn’t look up.
“If it hurts, say something, Rin.”
“It doesn’t hurt. C-Check somewhere else.”
Scara heeded, “Fine. Just stop squirming.”
He lightened his touch much to Durin's ticklish dismay. Durin's tail started to twitch in Scara's grasp, making the latter huff and gently restrain his tail.
“Durin. I told you to keep still.” Scara rolled his eyes and felt underneath his tail. “Does this—”
“Wan! Please! I-It's good!” Durin blurted out, trying so hard not to burst into giggles and wagging his tail out of Scara's grasp.
“Okay, fine,” Scara relented. “Let me check one last spot though.”
Before Durin could say anything to stop Scara, he felt a finger slide against the soft pink tip of his tail, and he immediately burst out laughing.
“Pfft— Ahahaha! ScahAHAhaRA!! NohOHOhoho!”
Scara immediately stopped upon hearing Durin's laughter, making the two settle into silence for a moment as Scara processed what just happened.
Durin tried to tug his tail out of Scara's grasp but to no avail.
“…Are you ticklish on your tail?” Scara asked, breaking the silence.
“No!” Durin squeaked out before squealing when Scara's finger scratched at the sensitive tip of his tail, tickling with more purpose.
“Yes, you are,” Scara cooed, opting to squeeze the soft parts of his tail, making Durin collapse to the ground.
“You could've been more…convincing,” Scara spoke, trying to save face.
“Whahahat dohohoes thahat eheheven mehehean?!” Durin guffawed, hugging his sides.
“Like saying, ‘it was ticklish’, so I would've stopped,” Wanderer lied.
Durin saw through him anyway. “Youhuhu wohouldn’t hahave stohohopped! BWAHAHAHA!” He squealed when he felt something soft and whispy stroke the sensitive skin underneath his scales. “GAHEHEHE! WHAHAHAT IHIHIS THAHAHAT!!?”
Scara hummed, “A feather.”
He then saw the feather along Durin's joining scales, and the dragon crumpled to the ground, trying to swat at his tickler’s arm.
“PLEHEHEASE! SCAHAHA— snort —HARAA!!”
Scara smirked at the little cute snort he made, and Durin knew he was doomed when the extra teasy cooing started.
“Aww, was that a cute snort I just heard, Rin?~ Can you make it again?” Scara teased, adding five scribbling fingers to the soft sensitive spots of his tail.
Durin shook his head from side to side, muffling the sounds leaving him and making Wanderer click his tongue.
“Tsk, who said you can hide those sounds from me?”
Scara reached for Durin's upper ribs, causing the latter to slam his arms down to protect himself, but he fell right into Scara's trap as he felt Anemo bound his wrists together.
“Nohohoho! snrk GAHAHAHA!” Durin now laughed with wild abandon as Scara went to town on his tail. Skittering his fingers here and worming the feather there, but always avoiding the pink tip of his tail until…
“Y’know,” Wanderer started calmly as if he wasn’t teasing and tickling Durin into a flustered puddle. “That little pink tip of your tail could use some tickles.”
“NOHOHOHO!” Durin screeched, frantically trying to crawl away from Scara and even using his wings, but Wan had quite the strength.
“Ah ah ah~ Where do you think you’re going?”
“Please! Scara! H-Hahat Guy! A-Ahanywhere but there!” Durin pleaded, giggles mixing into his speech. “It tihickles a lot therehe!”
“I’m not even tickling you, and you’re already giggling. Does the anticipation of me hovering over this spot of yours get you so giggly?” Wanderer cooed, gently grabbing hold of the end of his tail with one hand and wiggling his fingers above the end, causing Durin to let out little giggles and a whine. “Aww, how adorable~”
Without even giving him a warning, Scara descended onto his tail, and all hell broke loose as Durin let out peals of loud laughter, breaking out of his Anemo cuffs and resorting to pounding the ground.
“PLEHE— AHAHAHAHA! snort NAHAHAHA! I-IHIHIT snrrrrk TIHI—EHEHEHE!” He couldn't even complete a full sentence with how hard he was laughing. And Scara smirked, with a soft smile tugging at his mouth. Seeing Durin all smiley and laughing and full of joy without ever once saying stop— Oh. Oh~
“I haven’t heard you say ‘stop’ yet, Durin~”
“S-SHAHAHAD UHUHUP! NEHEHAHAAHA!”
Scara snickered at that before going back to his inner thoughts. Durin deserved every bit of happiness the world had to offer, and Scara vowed to give Durin the life he himself had never had before and to do it alongside Sethos, Albedo, Kazuha, and with Aether and the rest of his lovers.
The tickling eventually slowed to a stop as Durin lay down on the ground, exhausted, while Scara stood up.
“Thahat was ehehevil, Wan,” Durin pouted, residual giggles leaving his lips.
“Is it really evil, if you loved every second of it?” Scara playfully shot back, laughing when Durin hid his burning face with his wings. “Come here, you silly dragon.”
He beckoned Durin to climb his back, and the latter gladly took the offer, resting his chin in the crook of Scara’s neck and sighing.
“You think those two are done bickering?” Durin asked, yawning as they made their way back up the mountain, his dragon abilities keeping both of them warm along with their body heat.
“Hm, I don’t think so, but they should’ve calmed down a bit.”
“See,” they heard Albedo’s voice first. “I told you the chair won’t break. Come on, this is like the 4th experiment we’ve done.”
“Well, of course it won’t have because I don’t have as much aura as Durin!” they heard Sethos’s voice chime in. “Join me on the chair.”
“Ugh, seriously. Aura is not scientific evidence for—”
Scara and Durin stood dumbfounded when they finally reached the top and saw Albedo straddling Sethos’s lap and hugging him to keep his balance.
Both parties stood there looking at each other for a second before Albedo immediately let go of Sethos and fell into the snow.
“I-It’s not what you think!” Albedo uncharacteristically yelped.
“Sorry, but were we interrupting something?~” Scara wiggled his eyebrows at the two of them, and Sethos spoke this time, letting out a “N-No.”
Durin and Scara laughed before the chair leg suddenly broke, making Sethos land on top of Albedo with an oof! and Durin and Scara started roaring with laughter.
With the four of them together, there was never a dull moment~
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A/N 2: Hope you found the Sethos and Albedo interactions funny ;)
Art: Fall 2025 Hoyofair (Beyond the Journey by Atokun) and @axstvro on Twitter!
Summary: Scara is working too hard on an assignment, and both Sethos and Durin take notice.
A/N: This started because of a simple mistake on an actual hw assignment I had. And fun fact, I made two simple mistakes that costed me 20 points on my first midterm this Wednesday for a different class and missed out on getting 85% 😔. And I have another midterm coming up on Wednesday. Arghhhhh :( Anyways, this fic was just supposed to be a short one, but I got carried away. SethoScara and Durin are just so fun to write! I hope you enjoy and happy reading!! :)
Word Count: 2638
Also on AO3!
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"This is ridiculous."
Sethos, who was sitting cross-legged on their bed inside their home in Sumeru, looked up, along with Durin in his human form, who was having his horns trimmed by Sethos. They caught sight of Scara just in time to see him tossing his pencil across the desk he was working at.
"What's wrong?" Durin asked, flapping his wings in concern and making Sethos let out a squeaky giggle, feeling said wings brush against his stomach. Keheheep stihihill!
"I keep making stupid fucking mistakes on such a simple assignment!"
Sethos and Durin exchanged a glance with one another, knowing it must be serious if Scara was cursing instead of trying to use tame language in front of them both.
"Honey, it can't be that bad."
"It's bad, Seth. Tell me, what does 0.0985 round up to?"
"Isn't it 0.1?" Durin chimed in.
"Yes, it is, and you wanna know what I rounded up to?"
"What?"
"A one. A fucking one. One. Point. Zero. I don't know what's gotten into me. And I even prepped all my work last night to plug and chug the numbers, only to find out I screwed up and I have to do everything over again!"
Scara shoved his face into his hands and groaned.
"Take a break for now, babe. You have been busy for a couple of hours."
"It's fine," Scara said, brushing it off. "I'm almost done. I'll take one when I'm finished."
Sethos and Durin exchanged another glance, skeptical of whether he was actually almost done. Sethos patted Durin's head, letting him know he finished with his horns, and they got off the bed, walking towards Scara.
"What's the assignment you're working on anyway?" Durin asked, flanking the right side of Scara's chair as Sethos flanked the other.
"Making a histogram."
"Histo... Can't you just call it a bar graph like a normal person?"
"Sure, for your simple mind, little bee," Scara teased before sighing at something on his paper. "Okay, you two bugs leave me alone so I can finish my work."
Scara picked up his pencil that he had thrown before and leaned forward on his desk, chin in his hand, and a scowl on his face as he stared at the paper in front of him.
A beat passed before Scara huffed, not hearing any indication of them leaving.
"I thought I told you both to leheheheavehehehe!"
Giggles suddenly broke out from his mouth as he dropped his pencil in surprise, feeling them suddenly tickle him.
Sethos switched to massaging deep circles into the sides of his ribs with his thumb, and Scara cackled, shaking his head from side to side in ticklish mirth.
Sethos and Durin simultaneously grinned, keeping up the tickles.
“Promise you'll take a break, honey?”
“I NEHEHEED TO FINIHIHISH THIHIS! BWAHAHAHA! W-WAIT! PLEHEHEHEASE! NONONOHOHOHO!!”
Scara cried out, feeling them double their efforts. He tried to curl into himself and slide under the table to escape those wiggling fingers to no avail.
“The cat is trying to escape!" Durin laughed, grabbing at Scara's hips and pulling him back.
“I’M NOHOHOT A CAHAHAHAT!"
“I don't knowwww. You do act like a cat~ Coochie coochie coo~”
“What are you going to do about it?" Durin cheekily replied, unfazed by Scara's attempt to scold him, and squeezed his hips in retaliation.
He felt giddy being the ler, flapping his wings in delight as he saw Scara laughing with a big smile on his face. He liked the fact that he was able to get back at Scara for all the times he tickled him, but more importantly, he wanted to bring a smile to his face after seeing him stressed over his work. He looked towards Sethos, who had stopped tickling Scara, opting to let Durin do all the work as he gave him a thumbs up and a grin.
“Try his armpits! Here, I'll lift his arms~"
“DOHOHON’T LIHIHIHISTEN TOHOHO HIHIHIHIM! I’LL TAHAHAHAHAKE A BREHEHEHEAK!"
"I don't believe you~"
Durin stood beside Sethos and delved into Scara's armpits, raking his fingers up and down with vigor, making Scara howl with laughter. He shook in his chair and kicked his feet out, knees banging underneath the table. How the chair didn't topple over or the table flip over was a miracle.
"I knew you were ticklish, but I didn't know you were this ticklish!" Durin said excitedly.
"So if I tickle your hips..." Durin began drilling into his hips with one hand, a sly smirk starting to set on his face. "...and armpits at the same time~" He continued, using his other hand to vibrate his fingers between the junction of his armpit and upper rib. "You're still not—"
Hearing that, Durin slowed to a stop, a satisfied smile on his face, poking Scara's side for good measure before pulling away completely and hugging him. Scara hugged him back, his laughter teetering off into giggles.
Sethos slightly pouted as he watched the two. I would've gotten completely wrecked by him if I even tried to hug him after I tickled him like that. He sighed, sitting on the side of the bed before smiling fondly at the two. At least his love is finally taking a break from his work.
“Since I'm taking a break because of a little someone~” Scara scribbled his fingers over Durin's belly, making him giggle. "Let's go out. We can get ice cream. My treat."
“What's ice cream?"
“It's a sweet, cold treat. You'll see it when we get it. Go get ready so we can head out."
“Okay!"
Durin excitedly got off Scara and rushed to his room, leaving both Sethos and Durin alone.
“You have that communication device that Xiao and Tubby made?” Scara asked, getting up from the chair and stretching as he turned towards him. “I wanna call Albedo."
“Way ahead of ya," he says, already calling Albedo.
He tossed the device over to Scara, who caught it with ease. Said device is called the Adeptalstone, which allows Aether and his lovers to communicate with each other within the Serenitea Pot and outside it, thanks to Xiao’s adeptal abilities alongside the teleportation keys that each of them holds for access to the Serenitea Teapot.
“Hello?" a soft voice spoke, tickling his ears.
“K-Kazuha?!” Scara felt his face warm up and a shiver go down his spine. The ghost tickles of before were still lingering, which was not helping at all.
“Wait, Kazuha!?" Sethos exclaimed in surprise before stealing the Adeptalstone from Scara. "Why are you with Albedo?” He then switched his voice into mock betrayal. "Are you cheating on us with him!?"
Rolling his eyes, Scara snatched the device back from Sethos with one hand and used the other to tickle him. Hehehehey!
“Don't mind him. Are you two done having fucking fun without us?” He drawled out, wanting to tease Kazuha.
Scara heard some choking on the other end and chuckled.
“You two are most peculiar when speaking," an amused voice spoke.
“Well, you should be used to it by now, Bedo.”
“I am, but apparently Kaz isn't, even though he's the one who's always to—”
“Ahem,” Scara cut him off, glaring at the Adeptalstone in his hand, hoping Albedo could feel his gaze through it and at Sethos, who was hiding a laugh behind his hand. Scara then turned Sethos over onto his stomach before scribbling his fingers over his back. Nohohoho!
"What I was going to ask you is if Durin can eat ice cream.”
“Yeah, he can,” Albedo answered, trying to hide his chuckles as he heard Sethos's voice filtering through. "Why? Haven't you fed him ice cream before?”
“Planning to go Plehehehease! get ice cream with him and Sethos. And no, I haven't because Scahahahara!! I wasn't sure if that was safe for him in his little dragon form and didn't want to risk it."
“Oh, well, in both forms, he can eat ice cream. No side effects or anything.”
“Okay, thanks for letting me know. Talk to you later, Albedo. Hehehelp mehehehe! And make sure Kazu has a good time~"
Scara immediately hung up, but not before hearing Kazuha's squeaking voice of protest.
“And now for you."
Scara turned to Sethos, setting the stone aside and smirking as his lover let out sweet giggles.
“Thihihis ihihisn’t fahahair! Whahahat dihihid I doho?!"
“Many things…besides laughing, so laugh my little bee~"
Scara grinned before tackling Sethos onto the bed and immediately drilling into his armpits, leaving no time for Sethos to protect himself, not that it would've helped anyway, according to Scara's inner professional opinion.
“WHY MEHEHEHEHEEEE??"
“Are you really asking me that question?"
“IHIHIT WAHAHAS DURIHIHIN’S IDEAHAHA!"
“You and I both know that's a lie, love. This really must tickle if you're blaming our little dragon~"
Scara proceeded to wreck Sethos, turning him on his stomach and clawing at his back, making Sethos squeal in ticklish laughter. Scara also sat on his waist to keep him in place, but not pinning his hands.
I should just let him struggle. Let him think he can escape, heh~
“YOU'REHEHE SOHOHOHO MEHEHEHEAN!"
“You're the one who tickled me first."
“BEHEHECAHAHAUSEHE YOUHUHU NEHEHEEDEHED IHIHIT!!”
Sethos tried crawling away, doing everything he could with what strength he had in him to push Scara off or even tickle him, but he just couldn't and swore that anything he did, the sensations became more unbearable as his legs kicked out defenselessly.
“BAHAHABEHEHEHE! GAHAHAHAHA!
Sethos felt helpless and did the only thing he could: Bang his fists on the bedsheets in ticklish mirth.
“I’m not hearing a safe word or feeling any true resistance from you. Besides, you're still laughing quite loudly. And I do quite love your laughs so... “ He aims a well-placed scribble at the back of his neck. "Keep laughing for me, will you~"
“NAHAHAHA! MmMNahaHeheHE!"
Sethos tried to muffle his voice, betting that Scara would stop, but…
“Oh little bee~ You can't hide your laughter away from me~”
His honey’s voice was suddenly right next to his ear, whispering, and it sent tingles throughout his body; ticklish tingles that somehow made every touch more ticklish than before.
He burst into frantic laughter as tears streamed down his face. Shaking his head when he felt fingers slide down his spine, wiggling back and forth before going back up and doing the same process over again.
“Tickle tickle tickle my ticklish little bee~"
Sethos desperately wanted to melt into the bed. He was so weak to those whispers and tying that in with being tickled on his worst spot, he had no chance against his lover.
“Your laughter is really cute~”
Oh, he is definitely done for…
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Durin heard Sethos’s screaming laughter and begging as it echoed down towards his room, where he was getting ready, and he gulped as he felt goosebumps along his skin and a faint tingling. He shook his head as he concentrated on getting ready instead, trying to ignore the peals of laughter and shrieks filling the house. After a few minutes, the house fell silent once more, and he had just finished changing. He took a peek around the hall before tiptoeing towards Sethos’s and Scara's bedroom, his tail swishing behind him in anticipation and his wings hugging him as a shield.
He found Sethos sprawled out on the bed, completely destroyed. He was giggling as he tried to catch his breath when he caught Durin's eye.
He opened his mouth to try and warn him, but it was too late as Scara scooped Durin’s hands up with one of his own and gently prodded at a patch of skin right below where Durin's wing didn't cover.
"Oh, it tickles? Well, that's the point, isn't it~?"
Durin’s wings flapped uncontrollably behind him as Scara dodged them with ease, keeping up his attack. However, he didn't catch a sneaky tail wiggling into his pocket near his hip until it was too late.
“Tahahake thahahat!”
Scara’s actions faltered a little before he redoubled his efforts and moved to the inside of Durin's wing, sliding a finger along them experimentally.
Durin let out a gasp, retracting his tail and wrapping it around Scara’s wrist before choking out a giggle and trying to back away. He didn't want to flap his wings, for fear of hurting the other.
“Dohohon’t tihihickle mehehehe snort thehehere!”
“Aww, you snorted. That’s adorable~ Let me hear it again~”
He crawled his fingers to the base of Durin’s wings, and the latter let out a squeal, his wings folding inwards and unintentionally bringing Scara closer to him.
Durin half-heartedly tried to tug Scara’s wrists off of him, but he’s slowly growing weaker by the second.
“Can’t my wittle dragon handle a wittle tickling?”
“SCAHAHAHARA PLEHEHEASE!”
Durin shook his head from side to side, his laughter getting wheezier, and Scara took notice before slowing down to a stop and rubbing the ticklish sensations away.
“Thahank you. You are so good at teheasing! I want to tease as good as you one day!”
Scara smiled at that.
“You will eventually. I know you will, Rin-Rin,” he replied, ruffling his hair. “You have a long way to go before you can reach me, though~” Scara teased, before wiggling his fingers at him. “I will admit, though, you did tease me pretty good today.”
Scara hid his face from him, blushing before letting out a gasp when he felt Durin hug him.
“I did?! Yayyy!!”
“You did, I’m proud of you,” Scara chuckled, tweaking his side.
“Hehehey!”
They embraced each other for a little while until they heard a groan from the bed.
“Can we get ice cream now? I’m hungry and completely tired from being tickled to death,” Sethos whined.
Scara burst out laughing before grabbing his hat from the bedside table and putting it on.
“Shouldn’t Durin be the one wanting ice cream?”
“Well, I want ice cream now, too,” Sethos pouted. “That’s the least you can do for subjecting your helpless boyfriend to tickling.”
“You liked it though~”
“Th-That’s besides the point!” Sethos squeaked, getting off the bed.
“Whatever you say~”
“Let’s get going nowww!” Durin let out impatiently. “I wanna try some ice cream!”
“You heard him, let’s go!” Sethos wrapped his arms around Durin and brought him onto his shoulders, giving him a piggyback ride.
“Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream!” Both Sethos and Durin chanted as they left the room.
Scara shook his head fondly, glancing at a photo of the three of them on the dresser and smiling at it.
His tail is actually quite ticklish! The pink tip of his tail is extremely ticklish and just a single finger wiggling at the sensitive skin there makes his squeal. Other parts of his tail have soft spots that can make him giggle when squeezed. Soft touches really get to him :) Also, underneath the scales of his tail, there's sensitive skin too. Perhaps you can wiggle are feather there to get him to giggle quite a bit ;)
