Sep 13, 2024
Kiss the frown away~
I had fun drawing Sethos with his hair down tbh, we need more curls for sure.
Also have any of you heard about the upcoming dragonspine event (in like 5.2 my god I'm so curious)
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Kiss the frown away~
I had fun drawing Sethos with his hair down tbh, we need more curls for sure.
Also have any of you heard about the upcoming dragonspine event (in like 5.2 my god I'm so curious)
🍦 Brats
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.
“Whahahat ahahahare youhuhu bohohoth doihihing!?! Ihihi sahahaid ihihi'm wohohorking!”
- S-stop it! Kh-enough! NH...h-hhhahh..
Guess what?! THIS IS MY VALENTINE'S DAY GIFT....it's my friend's drawing again..ahh, she's spoiling me..and I love it >///<
Sorry it's too late...😅
‼️THIS IS A DRAWING BY MY FRIEND, SHE ALLOWED ME TO PUT IT HERE!‼️
Tis The Season {ChiScara}
A/N [WARNING THIS IS A TICKLE FIC] if you don’t like it, don’t read it. Sorry for any mistakes that i’ve made but i hope if you read this I hope you enjoy it. i cant guarantee that i’ll be writing before christmas so merry christmas everyone and ily all! :D -bunny 🔮
Tis the last day of school before Christmas break, and Ajax was on his way back from class. The soft bitterness of winter nipped at his nose as he walked along the icy path leading up to his door, pulling his scarf up gently. Upon entering his dorm, he felt a gentle warmth coat his face as he shook off his snow covered coat and boots. The faint smell of something sweet was lingering in the air, and he continued to make his way to the living room. Opening the door, that’s where he found his lover laying peacefully asleep on the couch, a thin blanket keeping his legs warm.
Ah, yes, home.
There was a fond smile resting on Ajax’s face, one that only appears when his gaze falls on Scaramouche. He walked closer and, on further inspection, noticed his boyfriend was wearing a Christmas jumper, the same Christmas jumper that Ajax had bought him. Ajax scoffed playfully as he remembered how much Scara had protested at the sight of it.
“You’re not getting me to wear that! It’s hideous.” He had said, a look of disgust on his face.
“What, but it’d look so cute on you, Scara. Look, it’s even got little elves on it, it’s your brand.” Ajax joked, watching with a smirk as Scaramouche’s face caught a tint of pink, and the shorter just walked off.
Now here he sat, snuggled up in said sweater, looking as cute as Ajax had expected. His hair was gracefully splayed out on the pillow, his mouth slightly ajar, and- oh. Said jumper had ridden up. Ajax chuckled and went to sit down next to Scaramouche, making sure to watch his legs. He admired his boyfriend for a little longer before a mischievous idea caught his attention.
He slipped his hand gently at where the sweater had ridden, just above his belly button, and began tracing light lines at the dip in his waist, catching the older’s sides on purpose. Ajax watched as Scaramouche shuffled slightly in his sleep, but nothing more than some slight movement was made. So he continued. He decided to use his nails slightly and dragged a straight path from his bottom rib to where his sides met his hips and- aha, results! The ginger saw how Scara’s lips twitched at the corner, and he stirred more in his sleep, letting out a huff that resembled a laugh. Feeling the motivation to continue his action, that’s what Ajax did. Until some soft, sleepy giggles started protruding out of his boyfriend’s mouth.
“Mhmhm stohop.” Scara mumbled out, evidently still slightly asleep but on the verge of waking up. The taller man smiled to him, oh how cute he found his partner.
“I see you’re wearing that Christmas sweater that I bought you.” He said, moving his fingers so that they were swirling around the bluenette’s exposed belly button. That one got him awake. Scaramouche’s body twitched at the feeling, suddenly being away of what his body was going through, and his eyes fluttered open.
“Ajahax? Mhmhmhm w-whahat are you doihihing?” Scaramouche giggled, still trying to register his surroundings.
“Good morning, sleepy head.” Ajax grinned down, not stopping his motions. “Did you have a nice nap? You look awfully cosy in that sweater.” Scaramouche tried to move his body away from the sensation he was feeling, but he was still so tired he couldn’t bring himself to move.
“Why are yohohou doihihing thahat- ack! go away ajahahax.” Scara’s giggling began to pick up as Ajax began to apply more pressure to the tickling. He used his index and middle finger to walk a path up from his sides to his upper ribs, where he gently wiggled in between the grooves of the bones. Oh, Scaramouche wasn’t ready for this at all.
“Well, I just missed you all day and I come home to such a lovely surprise. So, what made you wanna wear the jumper, Scara?” Ajax teased with a slight smirk on his face, watching as that tinge of crimson set itself on the shorter’s cheeks.
“Shuhuhut up ihihit gohot cold, okay. Mohove your hahands- mhmhmhm. stohohohohop” Scaramouche tried to purse his lips to keep in his laughter, but the sleep that was still intoxicating his mind wouldn’t let him.
“Oh you were cold? Well then I guess it came in handy, didn’t it? See, I told you it would, and you look absolutely adorable. It makes it easier for me to do this.” And then Ajax did the unthinkable. He moved his fingers to the space just below Scara’s navel, scratching lightly at the skin. The shorter’s body jerked, that familiar feeling taking over and he finally managed to bring his hands down to block his tummy, attempting to turn over. Ajax just swung a leg over his boyfriend and straddled his waist, laughing.
“No! Ajahahax not there- you knohohow it’s sohoho bad, you jerk!” Scaramouche protested, although it sounded whinier than he intended. The taller boy just chuckled to himself. The sight of his boyfriend begging ignited something so dangerous in him. He tried to get to the spot again but Scaramouche’s hands stayed persistent in their blocking so Ajax just sat back and gazed at him with a look so dark.
“Scara, move your hands.” He said, low and stern. It made the other gulp.
“Make me, asshole”
The seconds of silence that followed were deafening. Then the younger clicked his tongue and in one swoop, had Scaramouche’s arms were being held above his head in one of Ajax’s hands. The eldest gasped, peering up at his boyfriend in slight fear, slight excitement. Ajax smirked.
“You really are forcing my hand here, darling.” And he went for it. He shuffled down Scara’s joggers slightly, just below the waist band and experimentally swiped his finger across the thin skin of his waist band. Scaramouche flinched so hard, and a round of anticipatory giggles began rolling out.
“Plehehease Ajax dohon’t you know it’s soho so ba-AHAHAHA NO!” He screeched as the ginger used his four fingers to begin scribbling at the small bit of skin. Ajax can’t exactly remember how he figured out that this was one of his partner’s death spots, but he’s so glad he did. Watching how Scaramouche squirmed and jerked while he laughed and laughed brought out an excitement in him he didn’t know he had.
“Why not, Scara? What’s wrong with this little spot? I love it so much, how something so small can get you so worked up.” Ajax taunted, a teasing lilt to his voice. Scaramouche was indeed worked up. He was thrashing his head to the side and bucking his hips, trying to escape the feeling. It was electric, it was hellish.
It tickled.
“NOHOHO p-plehehehehease AHAHEHEEHE! YOHOHOHOU ASSHOLE!” Scara was trapped in a ticklish torment, the mixture of Ajax’s slightly cold finger tips, the use of his nails and the sleep that he had finally gotten rid of was all too much. Ajax laughed along with him.
“Well that’s not very nice. What’s wrong, Scara dearest, I hope i’m not bothering you.”
“YOHOHOHOU ARE! thihihis- STAHAHAP- IHIHISN’T FAIR! i cahahahahan’t i-it’s bahahaAHAHAD. AJAX!” Scaramouche continued to scream and screech as his feet drummed on the couch in defeat. He tried to bury his burning face in his bound arms to hide his embarrassment, but Ajax could see it clear as day, and he grinned like the cheshire cat.
“I dunno, I really do like seeing you like this.” And he leaned down to Scara’s red ear. “Do you really think I should stop, dear?” It was low and seductive and god it was humiliating how much it effected the bluenette.
“YEHEHES NO MOHOHORE- I CAHAHAN’T!” The screech that was released at the end of that sentence was absolutely deafening, and Ajax had to cover his ears, letting out his own laughter.
“Ohoho my gohohod, was it that bad? You’re sohoho loud my god, Scara.” Ajax sat back, easing off his boyfriends legs. The latter immediately pulled the jumper down and curled his legs up protecting tummy.
“Yohohoho are horrible! Why did you do thahat, you jerk.” The shorter glared, still panting out his final giggles.
“Because, like I said, you look cute. Be grateful I didn’t go for those knees that I know are just as bad.” Ajax threatened and he reached out his hand to wiggle his fingers by the elder’s knees but Scaramouche slapped his hand away.
“Don’t you dare, you’ve done enough tonight. You owe me another hot chocolate” He grumbled, trying to fight off a smile that was still present on his face. Ajax just chuckled and got up, not without leaving a forehead kiss of course.
“Merry Christmas, ya little Grinch.”
My Honey ♡ My Bee and Our Dragon ♤
Links to Art: Scaramouche (@ren_hasu_gnsn), Sethos (@shinmai_tabino5), Durin (@chibimochii) [Couldn't choose a favorite layout, so have both :)]
Summary: “Scara, no matter what happens. I’ll always come back to you and Sethos. I promise you that. Please trust me, one more time, for my final wish.”
A/N: I haven’t played the new 5.6 archon quest, so this is not accurate to the story, but when I saw human!Durin, I had to write something before I play the quest. Please don’t get mad at me 🙏, I’m just writing for fun! Anyways, hope you enjoy this, whether you played the archon quest or not :)
Word Count: 2191 Also on AO3! —
“You better not let anything bad come to Durin,” Scara warned.
“Aww, look at you being a caring parent,” Aether teased.
“Shut up, Ae,” and Scara was not joking, as Aether’s smile fell from his face. “I’m serious, Bedo. Promise me that Durin will be okay.”
“I won’t let anything bad come to him. I know how much he means to you.”
Satisfied with his response, Scara pulled away. He made a mental note to make it up to Aether for talking to him like that. He looked behind him to see Durin in Sethos’s arms. Sethos was talking Archons know what to Durin, but their little dragon was smiling and happy, and that’s all that mattered to Scara.
“Hey Indur,” Scara called out to him, using the nickname he gave him a while ago with a small smile on his face.
“Scara!”
Sethos walked over to him, exchanging a short kiss before handing Durin over, chuckling when he cuddled close to Scara.
“Are you sure you want to go through with this, Durin?” Scara asked, concern laced in his voice as he stroked Durin’s head affectionately.
“I’m a little scared, but I’m ready.”
“We can always—”
“Remember back in Simulanka?” Durin interrupted. “That my wish was to live side-by-side with the people of that world?”
“Yeah, what about it?”
“You and the others made it come true. And now…I want to transform into a human not only to befriend the people of Mondstadt but so that I can go wherever you and Sethos go without anything holding me back.”
Scara still had an uncertain look on his face.
“Scara, no matter what happens. I’ll always come back to you and Sethos. I promise you that. Please trust me, one more time, for my final wish.”
Day 2: Sethos’s Birthday
A/N: Hope you enjoy this one! Ignore any misspellings, I'll do a proofread when I feel better. I know I'm behind and I feel really guilty :( On top of having a job interview today and an engineering club meeting tonight and having trouble writing tickling the way I want it to be, I've just felt so lazy and it's been stressful. The ideas don't come to me as quick as it used to :( I might need to take an official hiatus after SethoScara week or maybe after I post the FaeLight fic, depending on how I feel. Anyways, focus on the fic :)
ler!Durin this time! I see your want for lee!Durin so give me some time to think and go through your suggestions 🙏. Again, please enjoy this fic :))
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“Whoa! The desert is so beautiful from up here! This is what you and Durin see while flying?”
Sethos yelled through the howl of the wind as he and his lover, Wanderer, flew across the skies over the Sumeru dessert. He was currently draped over him as if Scara was giving him a piggyback ride. Durin was flying beside them, happy to be able to stretch his wings. He's there in case either Sethos accidentally falls or Scara runs out of energy.
“Yeah!” Durin replied enthusiastically. “The views are majestic.”
“Mmm,” Wanderer hummed in agreement.
“Look, look!” Sethos exclaimed. “There's birbs! And borbs!”
“What are we, five years old?” Scara chuckled.
“Hey! Don't make fun of me!” Sethos pouted, smushing his face into his honey's neck. “It's good to be excited. Takes your mind off of important things like being a certain leader of the Temple of Silence.”
“Does that mean I should tickle you more often?” Scara asked, sneaking his hands to Sethos's feet and wiggling a finger on both of his soles.
“Ahahaha! Thahahat's a lohohow blohohow!” Sethos giggled, wiggling his feet and trying to get Scara off of them. “Tahahake thihihis!” Sethos went to blow raspberries on Wanderer's neck and peppering kisses.
“Gahahaha! You sneheheaky behehehee! I’m gohohing to— AAHH!”
They both plummeted down 100 meters much to Durin’s horror making him rush to their side.
“Scara! Sethos! Are you both okay?!”
The two of them were panting with adrenaline with Sethos giving Durin a wobbly thumbs up.
“Let’s not tickle each other in the air next time, yeah?” Sethos whispered in Scara’s ear who nodded.
“Deal.”
“Come here you two. There’s a plateau we can land on to rest.”
The couple followed Durin’s lead, softly landing on solid ground. After they all drank some water, Durin pounced on the two of them.
“Durin!?” the two sqwaked in confusion trying to wiggle out of his grasp as his wings caged them in.
“I love you both, but this has to happen.”
Leaving no room for either of them to retort, he started clawing at their bellies causing them to squeal.
“DuRIHIHIN!?! NohoHOHoHOhoho!”
Short Kazuscara (smug Kazuha and a stubborn Scara)
I laid in bed for an hour after waking up to write this :)
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"Look at you all tied up and restrained. You don't have anywhere to go Scara~," Kazuha murmurs, grazing his fingers along Scara's bare side with a smirk.
"If this is your way to get me to beg, you are chasing a fruitless endeavor. I don’t beg," Scara bit down on his tongue trying not to give Kazuha the satisfaction of him giggling.
"No?" Kazuha raised an eyebrow and leaned into his ear. "I take that as a challenge," he whispered, sending goosebumps down Scara’s body. "You will beg. You should know a quiet ler is a dangerous one."
Without warning he squeezed Scara’s side making him bark out a laugh that caught his lee by surprise.
"Hahahahaha--!" Scara cut off his laugher but it was too late as he saw Kazuha’s mischievous grin.
"Oh?~, Kazuha cooed, circling to his front, his eyes contemplating as he tapped his fingers on his chin. He remained quiet for a couple minutes as Scara watched his every move, not that he was making a move much to Scara's dismay. He couldn’t tell what the other was thinking and the anticipation of what he's gonna do next was killing him. So, when Kazuha did take a step towards him...
The God of Tranquility (SethoScara focused)
(Didn't feel like a perfectionist so this is a little messy...Plus no spellcheck...Enjoy tho! :))
A/N: Wait, is this fr??? I just saw this thumbnail on yt and I haven't played the genshin stuff yet but Scara is meditating??! Idk how a simple pose can be so cool and jshdgdfskgh. Look at himmmm, plus he is fittingly right next to cat yarn and cat stuff I assume 👀
Quick Became something longer, heh, writing thing :)
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"Whatcha do-- Whoa..." Sethos stops himself as he takes a second glance at seeing Scara. He had finches atop all corners of his hat, Tama, Kazuha and Tomo's cat, curled around his neck, a snoozing Albedo leaning on his left shoulder, and a lightly snoring Durin hugging his right arm.
Scara scrunched up his nose in being interrupted but his eyes remained closed.
"Shh, I'm meditating, my bee," Scara huffed. "And everyone's asleep so go away."
"Ouch, you wound me, honey," Sethos whispered but stayed put, quiet as he watched him.
He looked...elegant. In his element. The way his chest rose in steady breaths and wisps of anemo swirling around him and the others, it made him look like a God. If he didn't know Venti was the Anemo archon, he would have totally believed that Scara was. The calm aura he radiates, the way he held his hands out...he was mesmerizing to look at and Sethos felt himself gravitating towards him with a sudden sleepiness catching up to him.
He glanced over to his face and saw that his cheeks were tinted red and he was nibbling at his bottom lip.
"D-Didn't I tell you to leave? S-Stop looking," Scara mumbled, his eyes still closed but squirming a tiny bit, trying to not disturb the others on him.