Summary: Xiao is too shy to ask for tickles so he tickles Aether.
A/N: No notes besides hope you enjoy the fic :) Well, I'm gonna be changing my name from Percival to Kaelron Aerwood to have more of a unique identity than Percival. My blog name will have a variation of that. Other than that, nothing else :) [Gonna stop putting emojis as part of the title, yeah, short lived, my bad for introducing it. Also, low effort at the summary but if it gets the job done so be it. Plus, I’m tired and Casper will be the death of me soon 🫠]
Word Count: 2,331
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Glimpses of sunrise filtered in through the window of Xiao’s room in Wangshu Inn, casting a warm glow on the shirtless Yaksha and his equally shirtless boyfriend, Aether, who had just gotten up from bed and slipped on a loose-fitting shirt, much to Xiao’s disappointment. The muscles and sprinkled hickeys he admired were now hidden, and he smushed his face into the sheets where Aether was cuddling him before, and took a long whiff. The smell of familiarity and comfort filled his nostrils, and he sighed deeply. His mind suddenly filled with images of Aether. His bright smile, his blonde hair flowing in the wind, the feelings of relaxation, contentment, safety, and love flowing through him as Aether embraced and tickled him. …Wait…
“Xiao. Xiao. Xiaooooo,” he heard Aether’s voice above him. He raised his head up, turning and blinking into golden, adoring eyes.
Those eyes that shone in mischief as he was pinned down. Fingers grazing his sides and those lips that drank up all his laughter. When Aether is spooning him with arms wrapped around his waist and nuzzling into his neck, peppering kisses all over. And when—
“Xiao! Are you even listening to me?” Aether booped his nose, pouting as he sat beside him on the bed. “I was asking you what you want for breakfast. Almond Tofu?”
Xiao was suddenly aware that his whole top half was bare of any clothing and how easy it would be for Aether to just reach out and tickle him.
“Almond Tofu is fine.”
If only he dared to ask.
“Almond Tofu it is!”
There was no way he was going to ask Aether to tickle him to fulfill this…desire of his. But God, did he want to be tickled so badly now as he watched Aether start getting off the bed. In a split-second decision, he grabbed Aether’s hand and pulled him back to the bed and started tickling his side, making him let out a yelp before giggles started spilling from his mouth.
“Xiahahaho! Whahahat ahahare youhuhu dohihihing?”
“Tickling you,” Xiao replied, a smile slowly forming on his lips as he straddled Aether and tickled him with more purpose.
Xiao just hummed in response, crawling his fingers under his shirt to get at the sensitive skin.
“GAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE!”
Xiao responded with more tickles, wiggling his fingers right into his navel, making Aether double over and throw his head back in mirthful laughter.
“XIAHAHAO! XIAHAHAHOHOHO!”
Aether mustered up the strength to flip them over, so he was now straddling Xiao. Panting, he glared down at him.
“Hahh, what was that for Xiaoooo?” Aether whined, nuzzling into his neck and tickling him with his hair in the process.
“Hehahahehehaha!”
Xiao just giggled in response, shaking his head side to side.
“Not talking, huh?”
Xiao felt his heart jump at those words and the wobbly grin that he was trying to keep down made it's way on his face as Aether rose back up to look at him.
“Well, you had your fun. I’m going to make breakfast for both of us now.”
Aether patted his stomach and scribbled his fingers over the bare skin making Xiao let out a few giggles that ended all to soon as Aether got up and stretched, heading to make breakfast.
Xiao almost let out a whine as he gawked at Aether walking away.
That's it?!
Xiao let himself fall face-first into the sheets, making Aether stop in his tracks and look in his direction.
Tickle me! Tickle me backkkk. Whyyyyy?? Why doesn't he just wreck me right now? Aetherrr.
“Iwanmmnsttimnnmckles.”
“What?”
Xiao immediately shot upward, not meaning to voice that out loud. He felt his face heat up as he saw Aether looking at him curiously.
“I-It’s nothing,” Xiao replied, trying to keep his voice neutral and from squeaking in flusteredness.
“You tickling me, falling face first, mumbling something, and red-faced. Yeahhhh, that's normal.”
Aether was now standing over Xiao, quirking an eyebrow at him.
“It’s nothing! I'm just—" Xiao averted his eyes to the side, scrambling his mind for an excuse other than the one right on the tip of his tongue.
“Tickle starved?" Aether finished, gathering Xiao’s hands in one of his own and kissing them sensually. “In your lee mood?" He helpfully added.
“H-Huh? W-Wha? That's not—” Xiao was at a loss for words, and his brain was short-circuiting as he was being hit with sudden affection from his love.
“Don’t lie to me~ Of course, I know when you're tickle starved,” Aether grinned at him. “Besides, you weren't being subtle.”
Xiao groaned, making Aether laugh and intertwine their fingers together before pushing him gently flat against the bed and straddling his hips.
“Why didn't you just tickle me?" Xiao complained.
“And give you what you want sooo easily? Nooooo~”
Aether leaned in close, hovering right over his lips.
“Where's the fun in that, A-la-tus?"
On the last syllable, Aether's soft, warm lips pressed against his, silencing whatever Xiao was going to say, and both of them closing their eyes in the moment. Xiao felt himself melt into the kiss, mind going blank as Aether licked his lips for entry.
“Mmmmmnnn~"
“MmMPHHnmnn~"
A breathless moan left his lips as he parted them, letting Aether fully explore his mouth. Aether pressed their bodies closer, licking Xiao's tongue and feeling him shiver beneath him.
“Mmmah-Ahaether~" Xiao managed to get out before rolling his eyes in ecstasy when Aether's tongue effectively silenced him with a suck.
He wanted to wrap his arms around his love so bad but Aether just wouldn't let him go and he can't even think straight as he felt himself melt more into Aether's touch.
“Mmphehemmhe!"
Xiao let out a giggle, muffled as their lips stayed connected. His eyes opened in surprise to meet ones full of mischief.
“Mmnahahmmphaha!"
Xiao let out a laugh this time, eyes squeezing back shut not because of the kiss but because of Aether's persistent squeezes on his side. He tried to break the kiss, but Aether was having none of it. Content with drinking the giggles and laughter of his yaksha and feeling him squirm beneath him.
Music to my ears~ Aether thought to himself, grinning inwardly as he moved his hand to Xiao's stomach, and teasingly trailed down his V-line towards the waistband of his underwear.
Xiao let out a yelp and bucked his hips, strong enough to startle and cause Aether to fall to the side.
“Aehehehe!" Xiao giggled out, putting his now freed hands over his eyes. “Y-You’re such a tease," he panted, catching his breath from the kisses and tickles.
“Is that an invitation for me to keep going?~" Aether asks, getting back closer to Xiao and starting to slip a finger underneath his waistband.
“Wait! No!" Xiao scrambled to grab hold of Aether's wrist, face flushed at the thought of those…thoughts. “M-Maybe later."
“You're so cute, when you're flustered~” Aether teased, pulling away.
Xiao whined at that, falling back on the bed and covering his face with his hands.
“Xiao, look at me. Look into my eyes,” he hears Aether say as he feels him straddle his hips.
He peeks through his fingers and looks up to find a smirk etched on his lover’s face and the threat of wiggling fingers hovering above him.
Xiao let out a squeak and closed his fingers, hiding his definitely red face.
“Aetherrrr, don’t—”
Before Xiao could finish, he felt his hands being pulled back and vines wrapping around his wrists as they guided them over his head.
“Tsk tsk tsk. I told you to look into my eyes, my little yaksha~”
Aether, wielding dendro, shook his head and lowered himself near Xiao’s ear, breath tickling his earlobe as he whispered.
“It’s so easy to tease you, Alatus~”
Xiao trembled beneath him, a shy grin on his face that he tried to bite back as he squirmed in excited anticipation.
“Aww, look at your smile. It’s so cute~ Good thing you can’t hide it from me~” Aether grinned, winking at him.
Xiao protested weakly at that before giggling once he saw Aether’s hands start to lower towards him.
“Aehehehether!”
“I'm not even tickling you,” Aether laughed. “You are such a ticklish little thing, aren't you?~” he cooed.
Xiao tried hiding his face into the sheets, but Aether had other plans.
“Ah ah ah~” he chastised, tickling him for real. Wiggling his fingers under Xiao’s neck and making him burst into a high-pitched squeal.
“NOHOhoho!”
“You don’t get to hide your face from me~” Aether playfully growled, sneaking in a kiss on his lips and moving his hands down to just barely graze his armpits.
“Plehehehease!”
“Please, what?”
“Tihihhickle mehehee!”
“That's just adorable~ Who am I to deny a request from my lovely boyfriend?~”
Aether delved in, scribbling at Xiao’s hollows, and he all but burst into laughter.
Xiao laughed in joy, kicking his feet out reflexively and making a mess of the sheets.
“You’re making a mess of the bed, you know.”
“I CAhahaN’T HeheLP IHIHI- AETHER! NOHOHOHOHO!”
His whole body lurched forward as if to shove Aether away before he fell back on the bed, laughing and shaking his head from side to side as he felt Aether start squeezing up and down his sides.
“No?” Aether questioned, squeezing a particularly bad spot on the side of his ribs, making Xiao throw his head back in ticklish mirth. “I thought you wanted this.”
“IHIHIHI DOHOHO BUT— HAHAHAHAHA! IT TIHIHIHICKLES SO BAHAHAHAD!”
Aether’s heart melted at that, and he stole another kiss, leaving Xiao breathless before moving to his stomach, giving him lazy scribbles.
“You are so cute and irresistible.”
Xiao’s laughter tapered off into giggles at the scribbles as he panted.
“Ahahand you ahare such a tehehease.”
“You love it though~”
“Keep dreheaming.”
Aether choked in surprise, dipping his finger into Xiao’s navel in retaliation and wiggling and scratching at every nook and cranny. “Oh, you’re asking for more, aren’t you?”
“GaHAHAha! AEhehehether! Breheheakfahahast?”
“Changing the subject, huh?” Aether scoffed. “Here’s your breakfast. Raspberries.”
He lowered his mouth and blew raspberry after raspberry in punishment.
“Aww, you snorted. You somehow keep getting cuter and cuter.”
“I’M NOHohohOT CUHUhuTE!”
“Yes, you are. My cute, baby yaksha~” Aether replied, opting to massage his lower ribs.
“AEheHETHEher!”
“Yes? That’s my name.”
Xiao just buried his face in a nearby pillow, trying to muffle his laughter as well as hide his burning face. With Aether’s fingers on his bare skin in addition to the teasing, he just wanted to melt into the bed.
“You know,” Aether starts, getting off Xiao and flipping him over onto his stomach before sitting cross-legged and pulling him into his lap. “For someone so ticklish, you’re not teleporting away. You must really like this, huh~?”
Xiao let out a flustered noise before bursting into helpless giggles as Aether proceeded to softly trace his back, watching how Xiao squirmed but never crawled away from him.
Cute~
Aether continued, a soft smile on his face, letting Xiao’s wrists free as he fondly watched his love enjoy the attention and melt into his touch. Indulging in the rare smile on his face and the even rarer giggles that filtered into the room.
The peace was short-lived, though, when Aether regained his teasing smirk, not that Xiao could see it.
“Xiaooo~”
“Mmphhehe?”
“Remember how you mentioned breakfast before?”
“Mmyeaha?”
“I think I’m going to have my breakfast now~”
Before Xiao could question what that meant, he felt soft lips brush his back and then little nibbles.
“Wahahaahha?”
He tried to crawl away but Aether simply wrapped his arms around his waist and sat him up, making nom nom nomming sounds as he continued to nibble at the sensitive skin of his back. And to make it worse, he started clawing at his tummy.
“HAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHO! A-AEHEHHEHEHETHER!” he tried to yank Aether’s hands off him to no avail.
He couldn’t help but arch back into Aether as he kicked his legs out in front of him, trying to stand, only to get a raspberry to his neck, making him squeal and shake his head and bump into Aether’s cheek repeatedly.
“BWAHAHAHA AEHEHEHETHER! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES A LOHOHOHOT!”
“Good. You deserve it after tickling me first, y’know~”
Aether grinned as he peppered ticklish kisses all over his back, along his neck, and even up to his ears.
And the best for last~
He blew a loud and long raspberry at the center of his back, making Xiao shriek and howl with laughter, shaking against Aether.
In the next instant, Xiao teleported out of Aether’s embrace, not going far because he was exhausted, and ended up right next to Aether on the bed, giggling.
“Aehehehe,” Xiao tiredly giggled out, tensing when Aether wrapped his arms around him again, but relaxing when he felt Aether snuggle into him.
“What did I do to deserve you? You’re so cute!”
Xiao melted into Aether, hiding his face into his chest before his giggles began quieting down, and a yawn took their place.
“Tired?”
“Mhmm.”
“Cuddle some more?”
“Mmhmm. Thank you, Ae. For that.”
“Anything for my lovely adeptus~”
Aether placed a kiss on his forehead, feeling Xiao’s breathing even out as he fell back asleep.
He chuckled, gathering anemo into his palm and channeling it to close the curtains, and applying a little cryo between them to cool off Xiao and himself. He took his own shirt off, pulling Xiao closer to himself and wrapping his legs around him like a koala wanting to soak in the skinship and closeness between them.
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
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“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.”
There was an undeniable look of determination in his red eyes as he looked up at Wanderer.
Wanderer sighed and hugged him tightly.
“I always trust you, Durin.”
Scara took a deep breath before placing a hand gently on Durin’s forehead.
“I—”
“Don’t forget about me!” Sethos exclaimed, placing his hand on top of Scara’s.
Scara rolled his eyes affectionately before starting again.
“I, a drifter in this world, and I, a former vessel of Hermanubis, give to you our blessing. May you be able to traverse this world like us and with us side-by-side on our adventures together,” they both finished in unison.
Two other hands placed their hands on top of theirs, and the couple looked to find Aether and Albedo, both glowing a golden light and winking at them.
“We offer you our blessing. May you remain by the side of Sethos and Scaramouche always, and may no harm ever befall you or them. And may Mondstadt welcome you with open arms.”
Their glow faded, and everyone removed their hands from Durin, who looked up at them curiously.
“Did something happen?”
“That wasn’t the transformation yet, Indur.”
“Scar. May I?”
Albedo offered his hands, and Wanderer gently handed Durin over.
“Wait!” Scara shouted as Albedo and Aether started walking away.
Albedo turned around, and Durin looked back at him and Sethos.
“We love you, Durin.”
Durin flapped his wings happily, a knowing look in his eyes.
“I’ll come back to you. Both of you.”
With that, Albedo and Aether walked a safe distance away from Sethos and Scara, who stood close, their hands clasped tightly together.
“You’re my counterweight, Ae,” Albedo spoke tensely. “In case something happens, you know what to do.”
Aether pressed his lips into a thin line, seriousness written all over his face and a little worry.
“I do.”
Albedo took a deep breath and looked towards Durin.
“Close your eyes, Durin. This will be quick.”
Durin nodded his head, following Albedo’s order.
“Here goes.”
Albedo placed his hand over Durin, a glow coming from his fingertips as he recited a saying.
In an instant, a poof of smoke hid everything in Sethos’s and Scara’s view, but they could still see the golden glow from the other two.
Both of them waited anxiously for a confirmation from either Aether or Albedo.
Suddenly, the lights went out and the golden glow disappeared.
“Oof!”
They heard Aether and Albedo groan as it sounded like they were flung towards the wall.
Sethos made a move to go to them, but Scara grabbed him.
“Don’t. Not yet.”
Sethos’s breath caught in his throat as he saw red eyes staring at them through the smoke.
“Is that—”
The being with red eyes barreled towards Scara, and Sethos felt him clench his shoulder tightly. Don’t move, it meant.
Everything felt as if it was in slow motion as it came closer and closer while Scara stood there, narrowing his eyes and staring into those red ones that were rushing at him.
The smoke cleared away, and they finally saw him, Durin. He still had his purple shade in his hair, albeit a bit darker, dark purple horns, and wings that were outlined in the same color and filled in with a shade of red. But the question that was in their minds was, Is it their Durin?
Trust me.
Those words rang in Scara’s head as the distance between them got smaller and smaller.
I trust you.
…
…
…
Slam!
Scara felt the wind knock out of him, his hat flying off as he felt the impact on his chest and started falling. Sethos was knocked out of the way too but felt a wing cushion his fall.
Is it? Sethos thought to himself as he watched another wing and a hand cushion Scara’s fall.
And then…laughter bubbled out of Scara’s mouth.
“DURIHIHIHIN?”
The lights turned back on, and Aether and Albedo walked towards Sethos, all of them looking at Scara, laughing while shirtless Durin drilled into his hip windows with a smirk.
“This is payback for all the times you tickled me~”
He knew it was Durin the moment he was tackled to the ground, but hearing him, that cemented the idea that it was truly him. Durin. Their Durin. And everyone felt the same way as Aether and Albedo shared a peck on the cheek and hugged each other, while Sethos thanked them.
Scara was overwhelmed with emotion and started crying tears through his laughter.
“DURIHIHIHIN!!” Scara laughed, crying happy tears as he managed to hug him for a second before darting his hands down to fend off Durin’s fingers. “IHIHIhit’s rehehEHEHEally youhuhu!”
“I told you to trust me,” Durin grinned, slowing to a stop to hug him back properly.
“Ahand, I nehever had a doubt,” Scara giggled, residual giggles slipping from his mouth as he wiped his tears.
Sethos felt himself being nudged towards Scara and looked behind him to see Aether.
Go, his eyes said.
Sethos didn’t need to be told twice as he went to them and gave them a bone-crushing hug, laughing and crying.
“Durin! It’s really you!”
“Both of you are such crybabies.”
Scara and Sethos looked at each other in a little shock before looking back at Durin, who had a mischievous look on his face.
“Honey,” Sethos whined. “What have you done?? He's already become a mini-you.”
Scara had no comment on that as he looked away, but a tiny smirk made its way on his face.
Sethos pouted before he smirked and started whispering to Durin.
“Remember the time when I showed you Scara’s tickle spots?”
“Are you thinking what I think you’re thinking?”
Scara looked between them and, seeing their smirks on him, he felt himself backing away and putting a hand in front of himself to fend off any attack from them.
“I don’t know what you both are planning, but you better— HEY!”
Sethos pulled Scara’s hand towards them and immediately pinned him down. Durin began fluttering his fingers over Scara’s armpits, making him squirm and giggle uncontrollably as Sethos raked his fingers down Scara’s sides.
“Durihihihin! Sehehehethos!”
“You’re a natural in your human form, Durin.”
“I learned from the best~”
Sethos fondly smiled at that. In the inside…Yes! YESSSS! Beat that, Honey :P
“Speaking of learning,” Durin drifted his fingers to Scara’s navel making him suck his tummy in and choke out a giggled, Dohohohon’t! “I want to learn how to do a raspberry.”
Scara looked at him in horror and looked at his bee with the cutest eyes he could muster, but his fate was sealed when an evil smirk made its way to his lover’s face.
“Raspberry, you say~”
“Aehehe! Behehedohoho! Hehehelp mehehe!” Scara called out to them.
“Uhh, we got…stuff to do…”
“Yeah…clean up after the transformation! Very busyyy!”
They both sped off across the room to clean and left Scara in Sethos’s and Durin’s clutches.
“So, get your mouth close to his skin.”
“Waitwaitwahahait! You cahahan’t teach him thahat!”
“Too bad~” Durin grinned down at him.
“When dihid I teheach you to become ehevil?”
All Scara got in a response was a wiggling finger inside his belly button, and he let out a guffaw of laughter.
“Okay, get my mouth close to his skin and what?”
“Press your lips gently against his skin, and then you’re going to blow a strong burst of air through your lips while keeping them loose. You’ll know you did it right when there’s a loud brrrrrrt or pffffft sound. The vibrations will tickle him. I’ll show you.”
Scara was uncharacteristically begging them both not to do it, but Sethos was not having it as he placed his lips on Scara’s neck and started blowing ticklish raspberries on his skin.
“AHAHAHAHA! YOUHUHUHU STUHUHUHUPIHIHID BEHEHEEE!”
Sethos pulled away an inch, grinning at Durin.
“You can also growl or do some other noises that will make it more ticklish for him, like this.”
Sethos placed his lips and renewed his attack, adding little buzzing noises and making Scara go berserk.
“BWAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHO! LIHIHITTLE BEHEHEHEE!”
“You’re laughing this much just from this? How about if I add my fingers?”
He let go of Scara’s wrists and started fluttering his fingers on the other side of his neck and under his chin, making Scara cackle.
“SEHEHEHETH!”
Scara retaliated by jabbing at his side with his freed hands, but Sethos was unaffected and blew a long and loud raspberry in punishment, making Scara scrunch his neck and shriek.
“Looks like someone is quite sensitive there~” Durin teased.
“DURIHIHIHIN! HEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHE!”
“Sure, I’ll help you~”
Durin winked at Sethos and straddled Scara’s hips, lifting his clothing and exposing his stomach to the cool air.
Scara thrashed around, squeezing his eyes shut as tears leaked from them, and he almost headbumped Sethos, making the other let up to dodge before going back and blowing little ticklish puffs of air on his ears and maybe the occasional devious lick.
“Heh, a bad spot, huh?” Sethos whispered, chuckling as his love pounded the floor in ticklish agony.
Scara tried to suck in his stomach to which Durin pinched his hips making Scara gasp and subconsciously lift his stomach towards him, making the dragon boy chuckle.
“Aww, do you want more tickles? You could have just asked~”
An idea popped up in his head, and feeling his horns, he made sure they weren’t sharp and experimentally nuzzled against Scara, while blowing small raspberries all over his belly.
“Coochie coochie coo~”
Scara’s cheeks were a bright red as he let out panicked cackles and fruitlessly tried to twist away, only to yelp when Durin drilled into his hip windows.
“DohohOHOHOn’t TEHeheaSEHE meHEHehe!”
At this point, Sethos had already stopped and was just watching the show as he giggled alongside his love.
Sensing that Scara was at his limit, Durin let up, blowing one final raspberry, relishing in the squeal that left his mouth.
“That was fun~” Durin said gleefully, patting Scara’s stomach as he got up.
Scara let out a giggle and weakly swatted at his hand.
“Stohop it alreheady.”
Durin just chuckled, stretching out his wings as Sethos hoisted Scara up with a grin and somehow wearing his hat.
“When did you— Ugh, whatever.”
“You all finished? Let me get a picture of you three!” Aether called out to them, Kamera in hand.
Durin tugged them both over with his wing and kept his wing surrounding them, a cheeky smile on his face.
Sethos with his honey’s hat. Scara exhausted and leaning against his bee. Durin shirtless in human form with dragon wings surrounding the other two.
It was quite the photo as Scara looked at it. And he wouldn’t have it any other way as he glanced towards Albedo, Aether, Sethos, and Durin, chatting with each other.
Durin caught his eye and he beckoned him to come over, a happy smile on his face.
Scara rolled his eyes, pocketing the photo as he walked towards them.
For Artists Who See Their Art on My Fics
Link to Art: (credits go to @munchr00m (elaine !) on Twitter!):
Sethos/Scaramouche
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Summary: Wanderer and Sethos hang out, but Scara’s thoughts and uncertainty about their dynamic in the future end up eating at him. Sethos reassures him through convincing means.
A/N: SethoScara!! These two have me in a chokehold and the art and fanfics for these two are amazing. And here is my contribution :) Inspiration for this fic comes from this post. I did my best to retain Scara’s bratty attitude, but I also wanted to show a softer and vulnerable side to him. So, I’m sorry if Scaramouche seems OOC to you all. With that being said, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
P.S. There is a small scene that might be slightly NSFW to some, you’ll see it when you get to it, so you can skip the section until you don’t see any of the stuff you don’t want to see. Can’t reveal too much for spoilers. If anyone’s interested in me writing a smut fic (would be my first!) for these two, let me know! I’ll leave a poll :)
Word Count: 1965
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Audio Version
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The sky was a mix of red and orange hues as the sun set over the horizon. At the base of a tree outside of Sumeru City sat Wanderer and Sethos. The two of them have grown to like each other’s presence and made the tree their special spot to be with one another.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Sethos spoke.
“You have poor taste in beauty,” Scaramouche answered, making Sethos chuckle. “That wasn’t supposed to be funny.”
“Hehe, I know. I never get tired of your responses.”
“Hmph, weirdo.”
A comforting silence settled afterward before Scaramouche spoke again.
“Why…Why do you keep putting up with me?”
The seriousness in his tone made Sethos look at him with concern.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m a nobody. Someone who tried to become a god. A puppet that was thrown away because they were useless. One that makes mean and snarky comments. Why? Why do you want to be with someone like me?”
A surprised look crossed Sethos’s face.
“Isn’t it obvious? It’s because I like being with you.”
Scara’s eyes widened as Sethos continued.
“I was curious about your mysterious past and kept pestering you until you told me. When you did, I didn’t turn away disgusted or begin to hate you. All it did was make me want to be with you even more.”
Conflicting emotions and uncertainty ran through Wanderer's eyes before they were stopped by a hand on his cheek.
“You dare-” Scara started, making a move to swat Sethos’s hand away before Sethos started stroking his cheek with his thumb. He went quiet as he made eye contact with Sethos who had an endearing expression on his face.
“I'll take care of you.”
I'll take care of you.
A flicker of light is shown behind Wanderer’s eyes upon hearing those words. But as quick as it came, his eyes darkened with uncertainty.
“It's rotten work.”
“Not to me.”
Surprised, stormy eyes met determined, loving ones.
“Not if it's you.”
Those words were an arrow to his heart as tears from decades of sadness, anger, and hurt threatened to fall. The world seemed to blur around him as his senses were solely focused on the man in front of him.
“The things you mentioned are in the past. It's time for you to move on and not let them plague your mind.”
Sethos leaned closer, accidentally making Scara’s hat fall off his head. The latter could hardly care as he felt Sethos comb his fingers through his hair and his breath on his face. Not to mention the soft lips that were barely a millimeter from his own.
“You aren't useless, Scara.”
Sethos’s warm breath hit him in the face as he spoke.
“You aren't a nobody either. Since our first interaction with one another, I was obsessed with you. Your hat. Your past. Your attitude. But most importantly, what hid behind those stormy eyes of yours. And the more I got to learn about you, I began falling for you. I wanted you. I liked you. I love being with you. Your sassy attitude, you calling me a busy bee, I cherished those moments. In my eyes, you are the perfect being and you have a place in my heart. I will go to the ends of the world to fight with you. To be with you. To…love you.”
Sethos pushed forward, softly planting his lips on Wanderer’s. He melted into the kiss, kissing back with fervor as Sethos took the lead.
“Sethohh- mmm~”
Sethos smiled into Scara’s mouth, taking pride in making him fall apart. Taking it a step further, he licked his lips asking for entrance. When he met no resistance and instead Wanderer parted his lips, he dove right in.
“Se- mmph! Mmhmm~”
“Mmm~”
Sethos sucked his tongue, making him roll his eyes in ecstasy as he tangled his fingers in Sethos's hair. Sethos deepened the kiss, gently pushing his back to the ground.
“S- ahh! Mmm~ Aah! Mmphahh~”
“Mmochi~ Hah! Scaraah~ Mmm~ You have hah~ too many ngh~ na- aah~ names~”
They continued their make-out session, drowning in each other's embrace and letting out their feelings for one another.
They broke for breath after some time. Sethos towering over Wanderer with his arms on both sides of his head and the latter laying his head back on the grass looking up at Sethos. His face was flushed, complimenting the pink and orange hues of the sky and Scara couldn't help but reach out a hand towards his cheek, caressing him.
“Beautiful,” he breathed out.
A red tint started to spread to Sethos's ears and a shy smile started to form.
“M-Me?”
“snort. Yes, you.”
He wrapped his arms around Sethos, bringing him down to his chest.
“I hate how you make me feel so mushy inside."
There's no bite behind those words. Instead, love and affection.
“It's my job now, honey~”
“Argh, Sethos.”
“What? You call me a bee, I call you honey. Plus, you are so sweet-”
“I am not sweet.”
“Yes, you are. Especially your taste. Sweet like honey. No wonder I am a bee that is so attracted to you~”
Scara just groaned, his face flushed red. “Where did you even learn to kiss like that?” he asked, changing the subject.
“Oh, that. Heh,” Sethos rubbed the back of his head, rolling off him and laying beside him.
“You know how they say the quiet ones are the interesting ones? I'm far from being quiet, but since being in the Temple of Silence, I tend to be alone in my thoughts a lot and my imagination runs wild. And when I first laid my eyes on you, I never stopped thinking what it would be like to kiss those lips of yours.”
Wanderer’s heart fluttered in his chest, knowing that Sethos was thinking of him from the first time they met.
“And how did it feel?” he asked, turning to him.
“We both know the answer to that.”
“I want to hear it from you.”
Sethos chuckled, facing him. “Alright, if you really want to hear it. It was the most amazing feeling in the world. The moment just felt right. When our lips touched, a pleasant tingling sensation traveled down my spine. Having your lips locked on mine, it just felt like we were meant to be together. Oh! Your moans. Don’t get me started on your moans. They were sweet as hon-”
“Okay, you are just teasing and trying to make me flustered.”
“Maybe~ Is it working?”
“Not even.”
“You sure about that? What's that reddening on your ears?”
“Oh, shut up.”
“Make me.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“What do you think?”
“Oh, you are asking for it, annoying bee.”
“I'll like to see you- ack! Ahahaha! T-Tihihickling is cheheating!”
Scaramouche smirked, hearing his giggles as he tased his sides with ease. “Aw. Sucks to be you then~”
“Wahahait! Nohohoho fahahair!”
Scara draped himself over Sethos, lazily tracing random patterns from his shoulder blades to his neck to his chest and back again.
“Doesn't take much for me to make you giggle, little bee.”
“Hahahaha! Mohohochihi! Gehehet off mehehehe!” Sethos tried to roll around to no avail.
“Hmm, let me think about it,” Scara put on a fake thinking face for a few moments before he began to knead Sethos’s hips making him choke on a surprised laugh. “Nah.” A smug look crossed his face. “I want to do this all day~”
“GAhahaha! Nohohoho! You ahahare- NAHAHAHA! Nohot thahat SPOHOHOT!”
Sethos shrieked as his lover dug his fingers into his armpits causing him to clamp them down.
“You are losing, my love~” Wanderer teased, rubbing deep circles into his lover's armpits causing him to howl with laughter.
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” Scara said, playing dumb.
“YOHUHU LIAHAHAR! YOU- GAHAHAHA! NOHOHO!”
Sethos squealed as Scara used his thumb to massage his upper ribs.
“PLEheaSE ScahahARA!”
“Oh, my ticklish, little bee. Begging already? We are barely getting started~”
He decided to have a little mercy on Sethos, slowing down, so he could take a breather.
“Thahank youhuhu,” he giggled out.
“I’ll tell you what,” Scara started. “If you don’t laugh for 5 minutes straight, you win the challenge and get to tickle me to your heart’s content. If you lose, get ready to be tickled without mercy.”
“Pfft, 5 minutes. I can handle that. Challenge accepted!”
Wanderer inwardly grinned, his scheme working as he kissed Sethos with passion. Being caught off guard, Sethos quickly recovered, returning the kiss, unaware of the one hand that was inching closer and closer to his side until-
“MMPHAHAHA!”
Perfect.
“Noho! Youhuhu caught mehe off guahard!”
“I win~” Scara cheekily said. “Seems like that was your best… what a pity.”
“You planned that from the start!” Sethos pouted.
He stuck his tongue out towards Sethos. “Bleh, I win and that is all that matters. Come here and give me my prize.”
He lunged toward Sethos, leaving him no time to escape before he crawled his fingers under his clothes and attacked his tummy.
“I’ll geHEt yOUhu bahACK! AhAHAhAha!”
“Keep on dreaming little bee~”
After what felt like an eternity to Sethos of Wanderer skittering his fingers along his sensitive spots and teasing him to oblivion, his lover let up, lying right beside him.
“Mouchehe, you’re a ruhuthlehess tihickler.”
“Heh, that means that I’m still good at it or you are just too ticklish for your own good, or maybe both.”
“Scaraaa.”
They both fell into a peaceful silence as they stared up at the now starry sky, enjoying each other’s presence.
“Sethos?” Wanderer’s voice was soft when he spoke his name.
“Hmm?”
“Your words from before, I wanted to hear someone say those words to me for so long.”
“Which ones? You being sweet?” Sethos teased.
“Sethos,” Scara groaned. “I’m trying to be vulnerable here.”
“Hehe. Sorry sorry,” he chuckled, turning towards him and hugging him.
“I’m talking about when you told me you’d take care of me,” Scaramouche continued, snuggling into his embrace. “How it’s not rotten work to you and how you love me.”
He took a breath before continuing.
“It's all I ever wanted. Someone to say those words to me.”
A shooting star raced through the sky, lighting up his eyes. Sethos saw hope and a new spark of life in those mesmerizing eyes of his.
“I know I’m a bratty character and that’ll probably never go away, but I love you. I truly love you, even if I don’t show it at times. And…and I’ll go to the ends of the world for you too.”
Sethos could see the tips of his ears reddening and he inwardly grinned at how cute he was before going in for a quick peck on the cheek.
“Mochi, I love you so much. You are so freakin cute right now. But in all seriousness, I’m happy that you are in my life and I can’t wait to spend all of it with you. My sweet, honey love.”
“Archons, you are going to be the death of me you mushy bee.”
Sethos brought their lips together for a slow and soft kiss. Knocking their foreheads softly together, both of them stared into each other’s eyes, enjoying the moment before pulling away. Sethos was the first to stand up, grinning from ear to ear. Wanderer shook his head in amusement, picking up his hat and setting it atop his head before reaching out towards his lover’s outstretched hand. They started their way back into the city, hand in hand with fingers entwined.
Summary: Heizou has his fun with Kazuha on his special day :)
A/N: I know I'm late for Heizou's birthday, but I at least wanted to give love to the best boi detective. This fic is shorter than my other ones, so lmk if you all like this as much as my longer fics. I'm trying to write shorter fics/drabbles bc long form fics take a lot of time, and ideas never stop, so yeah. Enjoy reading this one and happy late birthday to the loveable Heizou :)
Word Count: 394
Also on AO3!
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“Try to stay still."
Heizou whispered teasingly into Kazuha’s ear before running a finger along his side and trailing it up towards his shoulders.
“I’m tryihihing!” Kazuha giggled out, clenching his fists and doing his best to not grab at Heizou’s wrists. It was his boyfriend’s birthday after all.
He stared into the blackness of the silken blindfold Heizou put on him, his sensitivity to the world betraying him as Heizou lazily traced under his neck. Then, without warning, he felt a feather behind his ear, making him shriek and raise his hands to protect himself.
“Heheheizou!! Nohoho!”
“Tsk, tsk. I told you to remain still."
“Youhu knohohow I'm sehehensitive toho feheheathers!"
“That’s why I used them~ Well, since you couldn't stay still, naughty Ka-zu-ha, I want to spend my time hearing that melodious giggles of yours.”
“Youhuhu would've tihihickled mehe tohoho pieheheces ahanywahay!”
“Aww, you know me so well~ Your prize is soft, wispy feathers~”
Kazuha giggled brightly when he felt feathers glide across his skin, trying to take it for his boyfriend's happiness.
“You're so soft and cute, y'know that?"
“I’ve beheheen tohohold thahat maybehe once or twihice~”
Heizou rolled his eyes. “You're a cheeky one too."
He dropped the feathers and hugged Kazuha from behind, using his teeth to untie the blindfold and give him a kiss on the cheek.
“Not on the lips?"
“Mmm, if you beg for it~" Heizou kissed his cheek again, or at least that's what he was aiming for before Kazuha turned his cheek away, and he instead kissed his lips, feeling said lips curl into a grin.
“You were sahahAHAHA— HEHEHEI!"
Kazuha burst into laughter, feeling Heizou's fingers spider across his stomach, making him double over.
“You know how to push my buttons, don’t you, Kazu?” Heizou growled into his ears, licking and nibbling too.
“WAITWAITWAHAHAHAIT! NOT THEHEHERE! HEIZOU! HEHEHEIZOU! PLEHEHEAHAHAHA!”
Heizou just hummed in response, an evil smirk on his face and a matching evil glare in his eyes, crawling his fingers underneath his clothing and massaging deep into his sides.
Heizou just smiled fondly from behind Kazuha, basking in the giggles and laughter pouring out of his mouth. It’s his birthday anyway, and he’s going to enjoy it. Besides, Kazuha didn’t say stop either~
For Artists Who See Their Art on My Fics
Link to Artworks: Sethos pinned against a wall by Scara (@akushixa), Scara being illegally hawt (@yi_xin9943), Scara looking at you like you’re his prey (@kiyonvmi), Sethos hiding or flustered beyond belief (@mimilims)
Summary: Teasy Scara and making Sethos suffer :)
A/N: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! Hope you all are doing well! Here’s the long-awaited teasy fic! The SFW version! Probably the only spicy thing is the kissing like in My Honey ♡ My Bee :) The N$FW version will be released when it is finished so if you were waiting for it, I’m so sorry that you have to wait a bit more 😓. Though, I hope you all enjoy this gift! It never gets old writing for these two :) Anyway, hope you all enjoy this fic, and thank you for a great year ❤️! PS, couldn’t decide which artworks to use so have you have two versions. Wanted artworks that really reflect what Scara looks like when looking at Sethos and how Sethos feels. The meme one of Sethos was too hard to pass up to not include :P Definitely need more flustered Sethos art.
Word Count: 3290
Also on AO3!
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The sun is rising over the horizon of the Sumeru forest, its light filtering in through the window blinds of Wanderer’s and Sethos’s bedroom. The streaks of light casting a warm glow on the cuddling duo. Scaramouche was the first to awake, eyes fluttering open and propping himself on his shoulder. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and looked towards his lover, his breath catching in his throat.
“Fuck, he is beautiful.”
They both were only in their underwear after a night of making love to one another. He traced his skin and blushed as the memories came rushing back. He shook his head getting back in the moment. There will be time to do it again later. For now, he admired his boyfriend. He really looked divine and a gift from the gods. The tan skin glowing in the light and highlighting the muscles from years of training. The slow rise and fall of his broad chest as he breathed. His hair down as it partially covered his face and pooled into curly waves behind him. And finally, the hickeys that decorated his figure. The marks meaning that he is his. He drank in the sight, planting soft kisses all over him.
“I’m glad I have you in my life, my little bee,” he whispers. “I love you…more than you could ever know.”
After a few minutes of affection, he got off the bed and stood up, stretching and taking a look at himself in their full-body mirror.
“Shit, he really marked me up too.”
His body was littered with hickeys, mostly on his neck and shoulders while a few were on his chest and thighs.
“I guess that talkative mouth of his can be useful for something,” he chuckled, skimming his fingers over the marks.
He is really relieved that they sent Durin to be with Aether and the others for a few days because he definitely didn’t want their innocent dragon to see or hear what they were doing and are going to do again later. He has no idea how he would explain what he is seeing right now to their little dragon.
“This is going to be a pain in the ass to hide,” he sighed, walking over to their dresser and rummaging through the drawers to find a scarf or something to hide the ones on his shoulders and neck.
“Not here. How about—”
"Aah! It's a monster!”
He yelped in surprise, immediately pulling his hand out of the drawer as strong arms from behind wrapped around him and he felt a kiss on his nape.
“Did I get ya?~” Sethos teased.
“You got five seconds. One-”
“Wait, wha—”
“You heard me. You can’t please your way out of this one. Three-”
Sethos immediately let him go, bolting out of their bedroom using his electro powers and into their living room. Adrenaline rushed through him as his honey’s voice resonated throughout the house.
“Fourrrr~ Five!”
Scara sped off after him not activating his anemo powers just yet. He’ll pounce on his prey quietly after he is done toying with him.
“Oh Sethhh~ Come on out~”
He had a Cheshire smirk on his face as he purposely took heavy footsteps and started tapping his nails on the walls and any hard surface he could find. He wanted him to know he was coming for him.
And Sethos, who was crouching behind a couch, bit his lip as the sound echoed from the hall to his ears. He felt his face heat up and the pounding of his heart in his ears was deafening. Damn Scara for knowing how to get his skin tingling.
“You know what I’m going to do to you when I get my hands on you?” Scara asks, stepping into the living room and searching. “I’m going to stroke my fingers slooowly down that sensitive back of yours while I whisper those teases you love in your ears and plant little kisses on your neck.”
Sethos who managed to crawl around a corner and start backtracking to the bedroom as quietly as possible, almost collapsed upon hearing those words. He was biting back a grin as he rubbed the goosebumps that were forming on his skin. His mind was going a million miles a minute with scenarios and fuck, Scara knows how to rile him up.
He finally made it to the bedroom, his honey’s teasing muffled by the walls as he hid on the side of the bed away from the door. His escape route was to jump over the bed and out the door once Scara entered and shutting it on him. That should buy him some time he thinks.
Wait, why is it so quiet?
Focusing on his surroundings, it was deathly silent. No tapping. No verbal teases. No muffled noises. Absolute silence. He was starting to get a bad feeling about this.
Click!
Oh shit.
His eyes widened in horror upon hearing the door close and lock. But he still can’t hear anything, not even footsteps. He has no idea where Scara was in the room or if he was even in the room at all.
Should I chance a look?
After much debate, he decided to peek around the corner of the bed but didn’t see anything besides the closed door and the rest of the room looked untouched from where he was looking.
Does that mean he’s waiting out—
“It’s the tickle monster~”
“AAAHHHH!”
Sethos screamed as he felt arms, which were definitely his lover’s, lift him from behind and throw him onto the bed. He frantically struggled trying to get off the bed only to tangle himself up in the blankets. Scara took the opportunity to turn him onto his back, sitting on his waist and pinning his arms above his head.
“So, my bee. Thought you could get away with scaring me like that, hmm?”
He leaned down towards Sethos, giving him a devilish smirk while Sethos just gulped in return, too stunned to speak.
“Cat got your tongue, love?” Scara teased, trailing his fingers down Sethos’s exposed armpit.
“Hehehe, nohohoho!” Sethos giggled, bringing him out of his shock.
“So, you thought it was a good idea to scare me, huh?”
“Yeah? AHahaHAHA! Dohohohon’t!”
Sethos laughed, feeling Scara scribble against his sides.
“Remember, you brought this upon yourself~”
“Wha— oof!”
Scara let go of his arms, flipping him onto his chest and sitting on his waist once again. He started stroking his fingers along the bare skin of his lover’s back, making him jerk in his hold before giggling.
“Nohohohoho! Nohohohot thihihis!”
“Oh yeah, you’re right.”
Sethos felt a spark of hope only for it to be put out when he felt hands move his hair away and lips on the side of his neck.
“I forgot this,” Scara smirked, blowing a raspberry.
“GahaHAHahaHA!”
“And also, this.”
Before Sethos could ask him what else, he felt his voice right against his ear, sending tingles down his spine.
“You’re so ticklish it’s adorable.”
“Nohohoho!”
“You don’t think you are adorable? Well, you are with how you giggle like that and squirm around. You are making me want to tickle you forever~”
“Bahahabe! Stahahap teheheasing mehehe!”
What have I awakened in you, Scara?
“I don’t think I will. This is your punishment after all. Besides, I’m just getting started~”
Now he started scratching and Sethos let out a surprised yelp before falling into a symphony of laughter and giggles.
“You make quite the music for my ears~”
“NAHahahAHA!” Sethos laughed, shaking his head. “STAhaHAhap! TihihIHIHIckling MEHEheheHE!”
“Stop?” Scara leaned towards his ear, brushing his lips against his earlobe. “Why would I stop? You're clearly loving this with that smile on your face~”
Scara chuckled. He chuckled. The sound reverberated in his mind and left a pleasant tingling sensation in its wake. His love knows what he is doing to him. He knows it's driving him insane. And he definitely knows he loves it. It is so unfair how his honey knows how to turn him into mush. He whined in protest, crawling off the bed trying to escape his lover's clutches and flustering teases.
“Where do you think you’re going?~”
Before he knew what was happening, Scara pulled him back, squeezing his sides and making him squeal.
He felt nibbles on his back making him let out a guffaw of laughter.
“You're sooo cute when you know you're in trouble,” Scara teased, leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles.
Grabbing a pillow, Sethos hid his face in it, muffling his laughs along with the blush from his honey’s flustering teases.
“My poor bee, it tickles so bad, doesn't it?”
Sethos pounded his fist against the bed in response, lost in his own laughter as his words got to him.
“Oh, I know, I know. It's okay,” his lover cooed. “It won't end anytime soon~”
Sethos’s reaction was priceless as his laughter got more desperate upon hearing those words and he scrunched up his shoulders, shaking his head in ticklish mirth and hair flailing in every direction.
Scara smirked, an evil grin on his face as he began blowing raspberries and leaving ticklish licks on Sethos’s back.
“NAHAHAHAHA! SCAHAHAHARA! I’M GOHOHOING TO DIEHEHEHE!”
Sethos was now blindly whacking the pillow against Scara trying to fight back.
“What are you trying to do?”
Scara giggled at his antics, throwing the offending pillow away and tickling his exposed armpit.
“NOHOHOHO! MY WEHEAPON! TAHAHAKE THIHIS!”
Sethos managed to somehow squeeze Scara’s side making him bark out a laugh but as quick as it happened, Scara turned him back onto his back, a playful glare in his eyes.
“You made a mistake my bee. You really thought you could tickle me back?”
Sethos widened his eyes, panicking as he frantically crawled backwards. Scara took his time, slowly inching closer and closer to him with that signature smirk of his.
“Waitwaitwahahait! Plehease! I'm sohorry!”
“Giggling already? I’m not even touching you.”
Ignoring his lover’s protests, he grabbed Sethos’s scarf from the bedside table, tying up his arms before leaning down towards his ear, playfully nipping at it before whispering.
“Suffer~”
Sethos exploded into laughter, pulling at his arms in vain as Scara drilled into his armpits.
“How you melt like honey right beneath me. Maybe I should start calling you honey now instead~”
“I only get to call you— Mmphehe!”
He was cut off by his own giggle when he felt fingers scribble along his side.
“Heh, you were saying?”
“You're mean, so mehehean.”
“Mean, huh?” Scara chuckled, making Sethos gulp.
“I'll show you what mean is~”
Rolling Sethos over, Scara straddled his hips and went all in on his back, not leaving any spot untouched. And Sethos exploded with laughter.
“MMPHAHAHA! SCAHAHARAHA! NOHOHOHO!”
If Sethos could pound the bed, he certainly would as each scribble along his back was sending ticklish shocks throughout him.
“Tickle tickle tickle~”
“STAHAHAHAP TEHEHEASING MEHEHEHE!”
“Mmm, no~”
Tears of mirth started leaking from his eyes as the tickling continued. Scara was merciless as he whispered coochie-coos and tickle tickles making Sethos scrunch up his shoulders and alternating from scribbling to clawing and everything in between making him kick his legs out and laugh boisterously.
“BWAHAHAHAHA! SCAHA- AHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEASE!”
“Can’t handle a little tickling?~” Scara teased, slowing down and finally taking mercy on his lover before turning him over for a kiss.
“Hah, hah. You call that little?! I’m exhausted!”
“You need to build up your stamina more, my bee~” Scara snickered, kissing him again.
“Hey, I thought this was a punishment?” Sethos joked, playfully nipping at his lips. “Can’t get enough of me, can’t you~”
“You didn’t just say that.”
“What if I did?~”
“Such a naughty bee you are.”
“Only for you~ Hahahaha! Wahahait! Nohoho!”
“Just because you said that, no more kisses for you.”
“I’m sohohorry! I dihihidn’t mean it! ACK! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!”
“Mmm, sucks to be you~”
“You’re mehehean!”
“And just for that, no more cuddles.”
“Nohow thAHAHAT’S EHEHEVIL!”
“You should’ve been nice in the first place.”
“GAHAHAHA! SAHAHAY’S YOUHUHU!”
“Are you just trying to be a brat today?”
“HAHAHAHAHA!”
“Not talking anymore huh? Two can play that game.”
Scara stopped, untying Sethos’s arms and just laying across from him, a smirk on his face.
“Wait, w-why did you stop?”
“Tell me what you want,” Scara said, ignoring his question and hovering his fingers right over Sethos’s sensitive skin.
“What!? N-No! You— You can't do that!”
Sethos's eyes were wide as saucers, and he looked pleadingly at him.
“Can't do what?”
Scara looked at him innocently, but his grin betrayed his true intentions.
Now this, Sethos was not ready for.
“I take it back! Wan, Scara, my honey! Mochi-Mouche! Don’t do this!”
Sethos was biting his lip and clenching his hands. His lover’s fingers were right there! The anticipation was seriously driving him up the wall.
Please! Scaraaa!
“What? This?”
Scara wiggled his fingers at him, and he whined, shaking his head.
“Aww, that’s a cute reaction,” Scara cooed, pulling away and grabbing a couple nearby pillows before lifting his hips and placing them underneath.
“W-What are you doing?”
With his hips lifted up, his back was completely exposed and he never felt so vulnerable.
“Just this~”
With a devious smile, Scara slid his hand behind Sethos’s back. He hovered his fingers right below the skin, moving his fingers in a fanning motion making Sethos jump as he felt wisps of air against his skin.
Sethos groaned internally.
This is worse! I can’t even see his fingers! On top of that, I can’t even lower my back because of those stupid pillo— !!!
Scara suddenly placed his chin on Sethos’s thigh, a Cheshire grin on his face as he took an interest in placing kisses along his inner thigh.
“Nononono, Scara! Please! Just do it! Stop teasing me!”
Sethos was losing his mind as he hid his face in his hands.
“Use your words~ Just tell me what you want.”
“I can’t!”
“You can’t? Well, guess I have to keep doing this~”
Scara actually made contact with Sethos’s back making him gasp in surprise. Before he could say anything, his honey started slowly gliding his fingers back and forth making him giggle in delight.
Heh, I don’t have to ask him.
“You remember what I said before?” Scara asked, breaking him out of his thoughts. “’I’ll slowly stroke my fingers along your back.’ That’s what I’m going to do and keep doing until you tell me what you want.”
Wait, what? WHATTT!? Nonono. Okay, deep breaths Seth. This is fine. This is fineee. Just last long enough and he’ll eventually want to full-on tickle you, right? Right?!
Scara could see the flickering of emotions on his face and he inwardly grinned.
Gotcha, my bee~
He suddenly scribbled his fingers along Sethos’s back making him shriek in surprise before going back to slow strokes.
“HAHAHAhahahah!?”
His laughter teetered off into confusion when he felt those same agonizingly slow fingers along his skin.
What was that for? Wa— !!!
“AHAHAHAhahaha??”
It happened again and he looked at Scara who only raised his eyebrows at him before planting another soft kiss on his thighs. However, there was also a tiny mischievous grin that anyone would have missed unless they were his lover, like him. The realization hit Sethos like a truck.
Oh no. Oh nononono. This is bad. This baddd. Das not good. Ha, get it? Cyno! Get your jokes out of my head!! Ugh, Archons, I am going crazy and definitely done for.
Sethos chanced another look at Scara and the latter shot him a sly smile before kissing and snuggling into him.
HOW CAN HE BE CUTE AND EVIL AT THE SAME TIME!?!?!?!
Sethos took a shaky breath, little giggles mixing in before he started speaking.
“Pleasetickleme.”
“Hmm?~”
Scara, I swear.
“Tickle me, please.”
“I can’t hear you~”
Oh, fuck you.
“Honey, just please tickle me.”
“Can you—”
“SCARA! TICKLE ME PLEASE! I’M BEGGING YOU!”
“Hehehe, you could’ve just asked~”
Without any hesitation, Scara dug into every ticklish nook and cranny and Sethos let out the most hilarious sigh that Scara had heard from him.
“AhhAHAHA! FIHIHINAHALLY! HAHAHAHA!”
“You really like this huh?”
“OF COURSEHE I DOHOHO! WAIT! BWAHAHAHA! THAHAT TIHIHICKLES!”
“Of course it does, silly bee~”
“BUT IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SOHOHO BAHAHAD!”
“But you like it, right?”
“AHAHAHAHA!”
“Thought so~”
So, they spent the rest of the morning in bed with Scara tickling his little bee just how he likes it and the latter loving every second of it. Little raspberries along his back, scribbles along his sides, vibrating fingers on his armpits. The list goes on and on. And Scara was blessed with his lovely laughter.
“You had your fill yet, my love?” Scara asked, slowing down when Sethos fell into silent laughter.
“Y-Yeahaha. I thihink sohoho.”
Sethos shot him a giggly smile and it was Scara’s turn to have his heart melt.
“God, you are so cute, Seth.”
“Ehehe, right back at you, Wan.”
Scara sprawled over Sethos, wrapping his arms around him and peppering him with kisses wherever he could reach. He doesn’t bother to massage the ghostly tickles away because he knows Sethos likes the feeling which Scara finds very endearing.
“You’re in your mushy moods again, huh?” Sethos teased.
“Shut up,” Scara laughed, shushing him with a kiss on the lips.
They both melted into the kiss, closing their eyes and enjoying the softness of it.
“Mmph~ Y’know— ahh~ I can’t— Mmphaah~ Get enough of— haah~ You— Aah!”
“Mmm, you talk too much.”
Scara playfully bit his lips causing him to part his lips to let out a moan and he took the opportunity to dive in and suck his tongue. A once soft and sensual kiss now turned into a fiery passion.
Sethos was losing the battle for dominance as he fell apart, his fate sealed when Scara sucked his tongue. Though, he couldn't care less. Drowning in Scara is the best feeling in the world.
“Seth— Mmm~”
“Hnnn— Scaraaa~”
Scara tangled his fingers in Sethos’s hair, pulling at it. Not to cause any pain but to earn a low moan from the other. Sethos wrapped his arms around him, bringing them impossibly closer. However, his fingers accidentally grazed a ticklish trail on his skin drawing a giggle out of him, forcing them to break apart.
“Hah, hah. Ticklish?” Sethos can't help but tease.
“Hah, aah. Not as bad as you~” he shot back.
They stared at each other for a beat their breaths mingling before they started giggling and then full-on laughing until they trickled back into a peaceful silence.
“I'm so in love with you,” Sethos laughed, kissing his forehead.
“I'm so in love with you too,” Scara sighed happily, resting his head against Sethos’s chest and listening to his heartbeat.
“Good night, my bee,” he murmured after a few moments.
“You do know the sun is out, right?”
“Don't make me shut that mouth of yours again.”
“I wouldn't mind if you did it again, honey~” Sethos teased, wiggling his eyebrows.
“You are insatiable,” Scara laughed, shaking his head.
“But you love me~”
“Of course I love you. Now come over here you needy bee.”
“I was hoping you would say that~”
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Thank you for reading! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays again! :)
Hope the wait was worth it ;)
-Perz
~Risus Amoris~
🗡️ Valentine's Day Gifts~ (KiniMing) ft. human!Ajaw
You're reading the: SFW Version
N$FW Version
Summary: Gaming’s a mean, teasy ler. Kinich doesn’t mind tho.
A/N: Finally finished! The SFW version that is. Couldn’t finish the N$FW version by the end of mu break. Delay after delay for this fic because of life 💢, so I’m sorry 😓. And on top of that, I want to make a part two of this for White Day, so in a couple months that one 🙃… Anyways, thank you all for being patient with me. And another note, thank you to everyone for getting me to the 100-follower mark btw! It’s been a year and around 2 months since I started this blog and it’s been a blast :) (Yapping ahead! It’s not important to read, so you can skip to the fic! I hope you enjoy it~!) I know for a fact that I’ll be posting less fics as more time goes by because of school but like this fic and the rest of my fics, I hope what I write satisfies your cravings. I want to thank all the people that I have encountered in my path of writing tickling. Readers, writers, artists, commenters, everyone. I’m not the greatest at writing, compared to other authors. Well, I like to focus on the laughter and dialogue as you may know from my fics and not really on descriptions, which is different compared to most of the tickle fics I read. So, I honestly get jealous when I read all these juicy details describing a lee’s reactions and a ler’s movements and more. I understand I can’t write settings, details, and stuff like that as good as I want to compared to laughter and dialogue. I guess you can say the latter is my signature ;) For this fic, I tried my hand at being more descriptive, took a lot out of me and research time, but it’s a gift to you all to make up for my absence. So, I hope you enjoy it ;) (Story/Writing notes and unused writing are in Tumblr's Notes page from now on fyi)
Word Count: 3114
Also on AO3!
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It was Valentine’s Day, and Gaming had just placed the final gift in their shared bedroom. A soft smile played on his lips as he admired the little surprises he’d carefully chosen for his boyfriends.
"Ahh, finally finished," he whispered to himself. "Now I can—"
A muffled shout from down the hall cut him off. He knew that voice instantly—there was only one person or rather one dragon it could belong to.
“KINICH!!! Stop slacking! I need that body in peak condition when I take over!!”
Gaming sighed. "Ajaw… Wait. That means Kinich is home!"
Heart skipping, he snatched up Kinich’s gift and hurried toward their indoor gym. He made a quick pitstop to the kitchen too, picking up grapes as a gift for Ajaw.
"I need to sleep after th—"
His yawn died in his throat the moment he stepped into the gym. Heat rushed to his face as his gaze landed on Kinich—shirtless, glistening with sweat, muscles flexing with every push-up. And were those…
"Who dares interrupt the Almighty Kuhul Ajaw's training program?!" Ajaw, in human form, glared at the doorway.
"Oh. It’s you," Kinich spoke, gently smiling at Gaming. Ignoring Ajaw’s grumbling, he grabbed a popsicle from the mini-fridge and strode over, pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to Gaming’s lips.
"Mm, I missed you," Kinich murmured, peeling the wrapper off the popsicle.
Gaming smirked. "I knew you were hot, but somehow you got even hotter."
"I know you didn't just come here to compliment me on my body," Kinich chuckled before taking a bite. "What do you really need?"
"To fuck you."
Ajaw’s interruption earned him a flick to the forehead.
"OW! It’s the only right answer!"
"Not everyone’s as horny as you," Kinich deadpanned.
“You're just jealous I have big dick energy.”
“As if. I just don’t swing it everywhere like you do.”
Gaming watched, amused, as the two bickered—Ajaw gesturing wildly while Kinich held up the popsicle like a measuring stick. Clearing his throat, he cut in.
"I actually came to give Kinich a gift." He shot Ajaw a look. "And yes, you too," he added, catching him opening his mouth.
Before he can give Ajaw his grapes, said dragon snatched the grapes right from his hands with a triumphant grin. Sighing and rolling his eyes, Gaming instead leaned into Kinich’s space, breath warm against his ear as he pressed his gift into his hands.
"Though I wouldn’t mind if we… did it." He smirked, his fingers tracing the tattoo on Kinich’s neck and savoring the way his breath hitched. "You’re already halfway there~"
Kinich swallowed hard, flush creeping from his ears down to his chest. "W-What’s the occasion?" He started, changing the subject, though barely managing to keep his voice steady.
Gaming chuckled. “What? I can't give you presents out of the blue?” His eyes glinted with mischief, fingertips brushing Kinich’s cheek before he stepped away.
“Oh, keep them coming if it's always going to be like this,” Ajaw mumbled, completely oblivious to what the two of them were doing as he munched on his grapes.
“You are a spoiled brat you know.”
Ajaw only had time to catch the teasing tone of Gaming's voice before he felt scribbling fingers on his sides.
“Nohohoho!”
He tried to bat Gaming's hands away while holding his grapes tightly as if they're some sort of treasure.
“You imbecilehehehe!”
“You aren’t making this better for yourself, you know~”
“Gehehet your filthy hahahands ohohoff ohof meheHEHEHE!”
He squealed when Gaming shot up to his lower ribs, feeling him massaging deep as he desperately pushed at him to no avail.
Kinich suddenly pinned Ajaw’s arms above his head with one hand, making sure to put his grapes to the side. If his grapes got ruined, Kinich would never hear the end of it.
“LEHeheHehHEHEt MEHEheheHE GohOHoHOHO!”
Ajaw tried to sound menacing but with his laughing red face, Gaming nor Kinich could take him seriously.
“The ticklish Almighty Dragonlord~” Gaming added, giving Ajaw a breather.
Ajaw tried glaring at Gaming but panic flashed in Ajaw’s eyes as Kinich’s fingers hovered over his armpits as he tried to squirm out of his hold. "S-Servant. Let. Me. Go."
Kinich hummed, lowering his fingers at a snail’s pace.
“I'm warnihing you!!”
“Mhm,” Kinich hummed again, wiggling his fingers now.
“Aww, is the Dragonlord giggling already?” Gaming teased.
“D-Dohohon't coohohoo ahahat mehehe!”
The tips of Ajaw's ears were bright red and not being able to cover his face made the whole ordeal much more embarrassing. And the looks that Gaming and Kinich were giving him made him the more sensitive with a tingling sensation making him shiver.
“EHEHAHAHA!”
Ajaw jolted, letting out a surprised yelp when he felt Gaming's hands on his sides slowly crawling upwards.
“Nonononohohohoho!” Nervousness settled into his eyes as he saw those fingers slowly approaching their target. “Plehehehease! Dohohohon’t!”
His desperate pleading fell on deaf ears as he let out another yelp when he felt Kinich touch down on his armpits.
“AHAHAHAHA!” He yanked at his arms with more force this time and almost toppled Kinich over and almost managed to kick off Gaming.
“Ah ah ah,” Gaming tutted. “Can’t have you do that again.”
Gaming sat on his waist while Kinich pinned his arms with his legs. They didn’t waste another second as they went to town on him.
“GAHAHAHAHA!” Ajaw crumbled as he was mercilessly tickled on his armpits and the bottom of his ribs.
Gaming couldn't help but laugh along with him as Kinich chuckled.
“Tihackles?”
Ajaw shook his head, tears of mirth falling from his face as he tried to weakly squirm away.
“IT'S TOO MUHUHUCH! STAHAHAHAP! I'M BEHEHEHEGGING YOUHUHU!”
“You promise to be a grateful dragon?” Gaming vibrated his fingers on his ribs making him shriek.
“I PROMISE! I PROMIHIHIHSE! PLEHEHE- HAHAHAHA?! KINIHIHICH?!?!”
“And do you promise to be less annoying?” Kinich added, rubbing deep circles into his upper ribs with his thumb and scribbling his fingers in his armpits.
“BWAHAHAHA! YES! YEHEHEHES! I PROMISEHEHEHE! I'LL BE A GOOD DRAGOHOHOHON! JUST STOHOHOHOP!”
“I dunno—”
“PLEASE! PLEHEHEASE!”
“There you go~”
“All you had to do was be nice~”
Ajaw's laughter tapered off once they let go of him.
"Y’know," Kinich pondered, "you could’ve just turned into a dragon and flown away, but you didn’t."
Ajaw flipped him off, earning himself a merciless clawing to the stomach.
Ajaw suddenly shifted into his small dragon form, flying out the door and grabbing his grapes along the way but not without Kinich and Gaming catching a small blush on his face before his transformation.
"Aaand there he goes," Gaming chuckled.
They stood there for a moment or two before Gaming remembered why he was here in the first place.
“Open your gift, love.” Gaming urged, sending him a grin that made him shake his head fondly.
“What did you get me?”
“Just open it already!”
Gaming put his chin on his shoulder, placing ticklish kisses on his neck, giving extra care to his tattoos.
“Ihihi cahahan’t opehen ihihit lihihike thihihis!” Kinich let out sweet giggles as he half-heartedly pushed him away.
“Not a problem for you though, right?” Gaming challenged, now squeezing his sides and inching downwards. “The ‘Malipo’ Kinich can handle a few tickles, hmm?~”
“MiHiHIhing!”
Despite being tickled, he managed to rip off the wrapping paper revealing a box.
“Half-way there, Malipo~”
“Why ahaHAre you mahAHAking tHIhihis dIHIHifficult?”
“I can make it more difficult if you want.”
Without waiting for a reply, Gaming began squeezing Kinich’s hips, smirking into the crook of his neck and blowing raspberries, relishing in his reactions.
“NAHAhaHAhA! STahHAHohoh— ShIhiHIHIt!”
Kinich almost dropped the gift but managed to catch it. Gaming, instead of stopping at the near close call, just nuzzled into his neck and continued.
“GAhahaHAHAM!”
“I’ll be careful if I were you~”
“SaHAHays thehe one tIHIckling mEHEhehe!”
At that moment, Kinich’s legs gave out and Gaming caught him, bringing them both down to the ground. With Kinich now sitting in his lap, he couldn’t help but continue his onslaught of tickles, now going to one of Kinich’s worst spots.
“BWAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOT MY THIHIHIGHS! GEHHEHET OUT OHOHOF THEHEHERE!”
Kinich finally dropped the gift to defend himself, pulling at Gaming’s strong arms but didn’t have the strength to move them. He fell back against Gaming’s chest, laughing hysterically as he weakly beat at him.
“Guess tickling can even get to you, eh?” Gaming teased.
Kinich leaned back into him even more, nodding his head as tears of mirth fell from his eyes. A shining smile on his face accompanying the joyful tears.
“How about if I go up?”
Gaming slid his hand teasingly upwards, under his shorts making Kinich gasp.
“Nohohot yehehet,” Kinich managed to get out, holding Gaming’s hand in place and tugging it out.
Gaming pouted but surrendered, letting Kinich go. Kinich crawled over to the fallen box, grabbing it before returning to his lap much to his surprise.
“Can’t get enough of me?”
Kinich rolled his eyes at that. “I want to open it with you.”
Gaming’s heart fluttered upon hearing that. His eyes softening with love for the man before him.
“Well, I’m here. Now and always.”
“Th—”
“That was cheesy, I know. Please don't say it.”
Kinich lightly chuckled at that. Gaming hugged him from behind, placing his chin on Kinich’s shoulder again.
“You really like my shoulder a lot.”
“It's a good place to sneak in a few kisses~”
Gaming left a tender kiss on his cheek making him blush.
“Quite the affectionate lion you are right now.”
“Quit stalling and open the gift already! I'm getting impatient,” Gaming pouted.
“You're the one that's making it difficult.”
“Noooooo.”
Kinich rolled his eyes, flipping open the box and revealing a dagger.
"I know your claymore was broken before," Gaming said softly. “And you have a new one but in case you wanted something quick and versatile to cut through anything or if you don't have your claymore with you, you have this.”
“It's beautiful,” he says admiring the blade and swinging it around, carefully. “Feels good too.”
“Heh, I had it custom made to suit your Saurian Hunter needs and made of the finest quality of Liyue's ores.”
“Thank you. Thank you, Gam.”
“Anything for you, my love.”
They shared a light, yet passionate kiss conveying all the emotions that words cannot.
“Hnn~”
“Mmmm~”
They pulled away after a few moments, Gaming teasingly licking Kinich’s lip making him push him back in surprise.
“You’re so easy to tease~” Gaming chuckled.
“I’m just not used to it,” Kinich mumbled.
“You’ll never get used to it,” Gaming said, winking.
Kinich hummed back, putting the dagger back in its box, when he caught a glimpse of an engraving on it.
“What’s this?”
He picked the dagger up again, examining it and reading the inscription.
“‘For cutting knots…or your clothes :P –G’”
Kinich’s eyebrows shot up.
"With consent!" Gaming added hastily. "And not on anything sentimental!"
“I know you, Ming, calm down,” Kinich chuckled. “Besides, I’m already shirtless right now so we won’t be needing the dagger.”
"Was that an invitation?"
"Perhaps."
In one swift motion, Gaming grabbed the dagger shoved it in the box before picking it up and scooping Kinich into his arms.
"G-Gaming?! Where are we going!?"
“To the bedroom obviously. I want to finish enjoying my gift~”
Kinich chuckled at that, enjoying their closeness before they entered the bedroom only for the breath to leave his lungs as Gaming tossed him onto the bed and straddled him.
“Ga—”
“Shh~” Gaming grinned, pressing a finger to Kinich’s lips. “Now, where was I? Oh, right~”
Without hesitation, he dove for Kinich’s neck, blowing a loud raspberry against the sensitive skin.
“GahaHAHAmiHIhing!”
“That is my name~” Gaming teased, adding featherlight fingers to graze the other side of his neck.
“Mmm, I think otherwise~” Gaming purred. “What did Kazuha do to make you admit it? Oh, right, Kinichi~”
The nickname sent a flutter through Kinich’s chest, only for it to short-circuit when Gaming crawled behind him, breath hot against his ear as fingers drummed along his ribs.
“My ticklish, adorable valentine~” Gaming whispered before licking his ear, then nipping it playfully. “You are the most adorable, cutest, ticklish thing~ Aww, is that blush getting brighter?”
“Plehehease!” Kinich scrunched his shoulders, helpless against the puffs of air Gaming blew on each ear. “I’m gohohonna diehehehe!”
“I’m just telling you the truth, adorable Kinichi~”
“Stahahahap!” His bandana was heightening his senses tenfold, and his boyfriend was using it to give himself an unfair advantage.
“Just admit it~ You’re adorbs.”
“Nehehever!”
“Okay~” Gaming relented then dug into his hips, fingers squeezing the sensitive skin.
“GAHAHAM! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” Kinich buried his face in his shoulder, laughter shaking his whole body.
“Ah ah ah~ No hiding that adorable face of yours and that cute laughter~”
“STAHAHAP TAHALKING!”
“Only if you say it~”
“NOHOHO!”
“Then how about… Adorbs? Cutie? Ticklish Kimchi?” Each nickname came with a poke to his sides. “Or all of them~?”
“Plehehease Gahahahamihihing!”
“Would you stop squirming so much!?” Gaming laughed.
“Ihihi cahahan’t hehehelp IHIHIT!”
Kinich’s last word came with a yelp when Gaming shoved his hands right into his inner thighs.
“NONONONOHOHOHOHO!”
Tears of mirth sprang to his eyes as he collapsed onto his side, wheezing into the sheets.
“Y-YOU CAHAHA— AHAHAHA!”
He couldn’t even finish his sentence, as his love drilled into his worst spot with deadly precision.
“Oh, but I can~” Gaming teased, fingers scribbling mercilessly. “Who’s stopping me? Not you. You haven’t even said the word yet~ gasp. Maybe you just want to be tickled forever and ever, isn’t that right my valentine~?”
“WOHULD YOUHU STAHAHAHP TEHEHEASING MEHEHEHE!”
“Nope~!”
Gaming switched tactics, spidering up his sides, blowing raspberries along his collarbone, and stealing kisses between attacks until Kinich was a shaking, giggling mess.
“Tickletickletickle~”
“Leheheave mehehe ALOHOHO— WAHAHAHAHA!?”
Without warning, Gaming dug into his hips and thighs again, alternating between rapid scribbles and clawing and Kinich completely lost it.
“BWAHAHAHAHA! MERCY! MEHEHERCY!”
“Mercy? What’s tha—”
“ADOHORABLE! IHIHI’M ADOHOHORBS! YOUR CUHUTE VALEHEHENTINE! GAHAHAM, PLEHEHEASE!”
“There we go~” Gaming cooed. “But I did say I’d stop calling you adorable…not stop tickling~”
“IHIHI THOHOUGHT YOHOHOU— NAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Gaming cut him off with a kiss, drawing out his laughter for a few more blissful minutes before finally relenting.
The greatest gift of all.
“Thank you for the gift, Kin~” Gaming lifted the bandana, grinning down at his thoroughly ruined boyfriend.
“Y-Your pant welcome,” Kinich gasped, collapsing back into the sheets.
Gaming stretched out beside him, and Kinich instantly flinched, arms raised defensively.
He yanked him into a searing kiss, swallowing his surprised gasp.
“Relax~”
He whispered, pulling back just enough to meet Kinich’s gaze. Golden-brown eyes locked onto amber-green, both admiring each other. Kinich’s gaze traveled to the mole on Gaming’s neck, then to the piercing just below his eyebrow, while Gaming’s eyes traced the way Kinich’s lizard-like eyes widened and that one rebellious strand of hair curling upwards, showing its yellow underside. Gently cupping Kinich’s cheek, Gaming inched forward, slowly molding his lips to fit his.
“Gam, mmhmm~”
Kinich closed his eyes, relaxing into the feeling as Gaming took the lead.
“Can I?”
Kinich opened his eyes, mesmerized by the light-like glowing rings in Gaming’s eyes as he felt his tongue swipe over his lips. He didn’t answer, just parted his lips, yielding as Gaming’s pierced tongue, slid against his.
Any coherent thought vanished when Gaming sucked on his tongue, leaving him completely at his mercy.
And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
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The two had fallen asleep tangled together, having no idea how long they’ve been out when they woke up. Groggy but content, they shuffled into the kitchen where Ajaw, in his human form again, sat sipping tea with an all-too-knowing smirk.
“You two had fun?”
“Yup!” Gaming chirped.
“Mhmm.” Kinich nodded, still half-asleep.
Ajaw’s smirk widened. “Sounded like it.” His gaze lingered on Kinich, who promptly flushed red. “Glad you enjoyed yourself, Kin. It’s good hearing you laugh like that.”
Silence.
Both Gaming and Kinich stared at him, dumbfounded.
Ajaw took a slow sip of tea, brewed from Aether’s stash, and arched a brow. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“AJAWWW!!” Gaming tackled him in a hug, nearly spilling the tea.
Kinich, softer but no less affectionate, ruffled Ajaw’s hair. “It’s nice hearing you laugh too, you know.”
“Gah! Off!” Ajaw squirmed, voice cracking. “The Almighty Dragonlord Kuhul Ajaw does not need affection!”
But neither let go, and if Ajaw’s grumbling lacked its usual bite, he’ll deny it to the end of time.
For Artists Who See Their Art on My Fics
Link to Art (chosen by Perz): credits go to @buffkagome (anby ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚) on Twitter!) Sethos/Scaramouche
Summary (by Perz): Just them being lovey dovey, ticklish boyfriends :)
Perz: Another submission by @vaporized-dimsum! This time a fic! I want to express my gratitude and deep thanks to her for this gift and allowing me to post it here for all of you to enjoy! Couldn’t stop kicking and crying at how cute this was, so aah!
Word Count: 2609
Also on AO3!
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The Temple of Silence, as one might expect, is a quiet place. Wanderer is quick to grow fond of it compared to the racket of The Akademiya. And of course, seeing Sethos in his home and amongst his friends and family was a pleasant sight too. Not that he would ever tell him that though.
The elders adored him and were always fussing over whether he was eating enough, and the kids never seemed to leave him alone. Since Wanderer was to remain in Sethos’ presence for the duration of his stay, that meant he was fussed over and never left alone either. It was… nice.
Playing with children was like a muscle he hadn’t stretched in a long time. Still, even after centuries it felt as though it was second nature.
Sethos’ heart swelled watching Wanderer interact with the little ones. Letting them play with his hat (no, he wasn’t jealous at all), bringing him things to levitate with his Anemo Vision, chasing him as he hovered away at a slow pace. The cherry on top was the sweet sweet smile on Wanderer’s face that he managed to hide pretty well until the very end. Sethos likened it to catching a shooting star for witnessing it himself.
“What’s that look for?” He muttered when the elders called the children to them.
Ah. He’d been caught staring again. Sethos chuckled. “You’re good with kids. It’s real cute.”
“Hmph. They’re simple creatures, easily entertained. It’s not difficult to manage them.”
Sethos opened his mouth to quip but a little one had called his name. He turned and got down on one knee as they approached him. Wanderer let himself stare now that his back was turned. The intricately styled braids in his curly hair. The gold accessories and freckles. Down past his broad shoulders to his spine where his clothes parted into a tasty back wind—
Oh?
Sethos patted the child on their head as he graciously accepted the golden Sumeru roses they had gifted him. One for him, and one for their guest. He was pretty sure this little one had developed quite a puppy crush on Wanderer too. Sethos grinned watching them go. He totally knew that feeling.
“Wow, Hat Guy. You’re popular wherever you g- IIEHEHE—!”
The squeal bounced off the four walls and left a deathly silence in its wake. Both green and indigo eyes were wide with surprise, but Wanderer’s were quick to narrow deviously.
“What was that all about?” He asked with the innocence of a kitten despite his curled fingers.
Sethos cleared his throat and stood up clumsily, “A-Ah, well one of the little ones entrusted me with gifting this to you. Pretty, isn’t it?”
He shows Wanderer the gold rose and to his relief, it actually does distract him. Temporarily anyway. Enough that Sethos, against his better judgement, comes closer to tuck it behind his ear.
“It looks good on you with your dark hair.”
Wanderer feels his face grow warm, “If you say so.”
Like magnets, they draw closer to each other until their lips nearly brush.
“Was that you I heard laughing, Sethos?” Said one of the adults in passing.
The two of them broke away swiftly, cheeks burning. “U-Uh, yeah! Just me!”
The woman in the doorway chuckled, “It’s been awhile, hearing you get all giggly like that. Your grandfather loved to tickle you and cuddle you when you were small. It was so cute!”
“Really?” Wanderer echoed.
Oh no.
“Tell me more. Sounds pretty interesting.”
Sethos waved his hands wildly, “H-Haha! Okay well that’s nice! You can go now, Aunty!”
“Alright, alright, I’ll stop embarrassing our great and glorious leader.” She bowed to them and as she walked away, she looked over her shoulder, “And to our kind guest, do be gentle with him. He really never outgrew how ticklish he is.”
Sethos gawked at the absolute betrayal by one of his own people. Desert aunties didn’t mess around. Sure she probably changed his diapers and bathed him but—
But he didn’t have much time to dwell on it with Wanderer’s eyes pinned to him. “Never outgrew it, huh?”
“Yeah yeah, laugh it up. Can’t we talk about something else? Or… finish what we started?”
Wanderer’s hands instinctively tug his shirt to pull Sethos closer for the kiss he didn’t get but he stops him halfway, “Not here. We can go to my room.”
“How scandalous.”
“Well if you don’t want me to kiss you, you’re welcome to not come with me.”
Wanderer rolls his eyes and follows after him. The living quarters are like a labyrinth of hallways but Sethos navigates them with no troubles. His room is full of leathery books, a few TCG decks, colorful handmade quilts, and a blooming mini succulent garden- courtesy of his friends, no doubt. It’s a bit messy, but full of life and an irresistible coziness. Wanderer feels right at home here despite this being his first time stepping foot in it.
Sethos now tugs on his wrists and sits him on his bed before diving in to kiss him silly. Wanderer can’t get a word out about how desperate and hot and bothered he’s acting but he doesn’t mind one bit. Being caged between his arms and eaten alive has never felt so wonderful.
Wanderer laces their bodies as close together as possible, and eventually, his fingers trail down his back to that sweet patch of exposed skin and—
Sethos all but squeals in his mouth. When he breaks away with wide crescent eyes, there’s a thin string of spit connecting them.
He doesn’t know how but Sethos quickly finds himself hoisted onto the bed and pinned under him. He hardly gets any protest in before that awful fluttery sensation runs all over his exposed lower back. And with Wanderer seated on his legs, he’s not going anywhere anytime soon no matter how badly it tickles.
And it’s bad.
“GYAHAAHAHAH- wait- wait! Not there! Not- baahahahah!”
He muffles his laughter in his pillows and blankets. Wanderer doesn’t know if he likes that or loves it. Sethos flails his limbs uselessly when he switches from fluttering to pinching and spreading the skin along the knobs of his spine. And when he scoots down to press into what’s practically his tail bone— that gets him howling.
“AHCK- oh SHIHIHIIHIHHIT! Hat- Hat GAHAHAAHAHAAHUY! I can’t!”
“Can’t what?”
“CAHAHAHAHAAHN’T TAHAHAKE IHIHIT! PLEHEHEEHHEHEASE, IT’S BAHAHAD!! IT’S SO BAAHAD!!!”
“Is it?”
“YEHEHEHES!”
“That’s a shame. I quite like this spot. You’ll just have to deal with it, little bee.”
“Nohohoho! Ihit’s really —KYAA!! WHAT IS THAHAAHAHAHAT?!”
“A dusk bird feather that I found in this book.”
“Jeheherk! I was using thahat as a bookm- MM! Mhmhmhmhm, stohohohop ihihihit! Lehemme tahahahalk! Honeehehey!!”
The soft plume licked and curled against his back, and his giggling was sickeningly sweet when it came to feathery tickles… Wanderer scoffed, “I’m barely even touching you.”
“Bahahaharely touchihihing is still touchihing!”
“Hah. That aunty of yours was right. What would your followers think if they heard their dignified leader giggling his pretty little head off, hmm?”
Sethos whined as he pressed his face further into his pillow and hugged it tightly, shaking his head in protest. The curves of his ears were burning up.
“No point in hiding it, little bee. I’m about to make you buzz nice and loud.”
He’d hardly processed what Wanderer said, let alone how it made him feel. Actually, that happened a lot faster. Because suddenly, his fingers were scribbling viciously into his armpits and Sethos screeched.
“Oh? I do like the sound of that. Go on then. Beg me.”
He thrashed from side to side, pinning his arms down and trapping Wanderer’s hands in that tortuous spot. No matter where he went, the sensation followed. Unbearable and so so good, although he was pretty sure whatever words he did manage to get out weren’t in any intelligible language.
For all his bucking and twisting though, Wanderer decided to sit up just enough so Sethos flopped bonelessly onto his back before he locked him in place beneath him once more. He squeaked in protest as Wanderer stole the breath right out of his lungs. His tongue against his, his teeth tugging on his bottom lip, he felt like he truly was being devoured.
And he never wanted it to stop.
If he wasn’t human, would he be able to kiss Wanderer forever too? Without needing to breathe?
Sethos weakly clutched Wanderer’s wrists as his hands cupped his face, pulling with no strength whatsoever, “Hah- Hon’- please… air. Ngh— air. Can’t bre…hah…”
Wanderer pulled away and was convinced he could get off on just the sight of him. The dizzied and delirious look on his face. Warm brown skin and teary green eyes glittering like emeralds. That stupid stupid smile, shiny and red with spit and bites. His chest heaving.
What a sight to behold.
Sethos hiccuped, “Now w-who’s the one sta-aring?”
Wanderer caressed his face gently, thumbing over his cheekbone and puffy bottom lip until Sethos swiped his tongue against his skin playfully. Then hiccuped again. Cheeky brat.
“Looks like you’ve still got some fight in you.”
Even the buzz of his words against his lips tickles. Sethos licks the seam of Wanderer’s mouth, hiccups, and grins.
“I could do this all day, honey.”
“Figured you’d say that. Now let’s do something about those hiccups.”
Wanderer’s hands slide down his face and along the rise and fall of his chest. The hills and valleys of each rib under his coasting thumbs makes Sethos chortle desperately. And when Wanderer presses into the dimples of his hips, he all but melts.
“You like this spot, little bee?” Wanderer asks playfully with his spidery scribbly touch.
“Noho-HIC —I lohove ihih—HIC- it!”
Oh it’s awful. Sethos’ hips jitter and jump the more his hands draw inward towards his crotch. There’s a pulse point on an artery there. Humans, Wanderer knew, were chock full of weak spots.
And Sethos is endearingly human.
“Aww, thahahanks, honey. Tha—HIC—t’s real sweeheet.”
Wanderer blinked, he must’ve said that last part out loud. He stills his fingers and finally lets Sethos catch his breath.
Soon enough, Sethos crawls into his lap and plops his head on his thighs like a spoiled kitty cat. He sighs so contently, like Wanderer was the comfiest spot in the whole wide world. He nearly purrs when Wanderer runs his fingers through his hair.
“Mmm… that feels so good. Keep going please.”
“Pfft. This is how you treat your guests? Shouldn’t you be spoiling me?”
“Was obliterating me not enough? You’re the spoiled one.”
Wanderer rolls his eyes, continuing to massage his scalp and caress his face. He scoots back so they’re both more comfortable and now also blanketed. The boy in his lap might as well be a sentient pile of slime condensate.
“Honey’s skin’s so smooth…” Sethos coos, “And cool to the touch, too.”
He nuzzles Wanderer’s inner thigh with his cheek before humming a pleased sigh. In an instant, the sensation makes Wanderer clip his face between his legs, making them both yelp.
“I was so comfy…” He whines, “What’s wrong?”
Before Wanderer can even answer, to his dismay, Sethos puts the pieces together all too quickly. “Wait a minute-“
“No.”
“Are you?”
“I’m not.”
He’d responded too quickly both times, telling Sethos everything he already knew.
“You are, aren’t you! You lied! I knew you were lying!!”
Wanderer backs away to the foot end of the bed but it doesn’t put much distance between them before Sethos squishes him beneath his torso. Those green eyes are sparkling with a newfound discovery and revitalized mischief.
“You lied.” He states confidently.
“Like I’ve never done that before.” Mutters Wanderer, “Get. Off. Don’t you DAHARE—“
The weight he put in his elbows topples Wanderer the moment Sethos’ hands slide under his shorts and squeeze. The tingling ripples out from his thighs like his laughter in the room.
“FUHUCK! Sehethos!! Get ohoff! No- HYAH!”
He bonks his head against the footboard and then Sethos’ head too when he wedges his way into the crook of his neck. So close to the Electro mitsudono on his nape. The raspberry Sethos planted sparked his nerves into haywire.
“You keep your secrets close to your chest, huh?” Sethos grins. “Lucky for you, I’m great at keeping secrets!”
“Pihihiss ohohoff! Get your lips ohoff of mehehehe!!”
One raspberry twines into another all along his neck. And as it turns out, that weak spot on Sethos’ hips is just another thing they both share, his fingers climbing higher and higher into his shorts to scribble at it.
“Who’s got the most kittenish little meow meow laugh? Honey does! Honey does!” Sings Sethos, blowing gentle puffs against Wanderer’s ears.
“Shuhut uhup! Stuhupid little BEEHEEHEE!! NAHAAHAHAHAHA!”
“Huh, never realized your shorts have cutouts here.”
His hands felt so nice gripping his little waist, and yet all Wanderer could do was throw his head back laughing helplessly, “SETHOS! Dohohon’t! STOHOHOP IHIHIHIT!!”
“Don’t stop it? You know I’d never deny my honey anything.”
In addition to the warm glow of his cheeks, Sethos noticed certain patterns on Wanderer’s skin began to glow as well. Up his arms and legs, converging at his chest and even twining around his neck too.
“So pretty…!” He murmured enchantedly.
His fingertip traces along the patterns of light on his skin, following them everywhere they led. They seem to shine even brighter as he did so. And Wanderer’s giggles so adorably, Sethos almost stops.
Almost.
“Cuhuhut it ohout! Whehere do youhu thihink youhu’re touchihing?”
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any cuter!” Cooed Sethos, “Do you light up when you’re feeling something intensely?”
“Ihintehense annohoyahahance, maybeheehee!”
“Aww but you seem like you really love being touched like this. You get all giggly and kittenish.”
If Sethos didn’t know any better, he might’ve briefly thought Wanderer was glowing pink. It seemed that this was Wanderer’s fear because he was quick to wriggle just enough out of Sethos’ arms to flop onto his stomach. In his worming away though, Sethos spotted the source of all his enchantment. The mitsudono on his nape.
“Ohh, is this where all the light comes and goes from?” Ponders Sethos, “Can I touch you here?”
“Haven’t you touched me enough?” Wanderer grumbles.
He spots Sethos move his hands away from him and even begin to give him some space. So his shit eating grin makes him want to forcibly remove Sethos from his own bed when Wanderer drags his hand back to his shoulder.
His hair covers some of the mitsudono, and Wanderer shivers when Sethos gently brushes it to the side. He’d always been aware of how the mark branded him. Sometimes it even felt like hot iron pressing into his skin. So when Sethos gently pecks it, Wanderer can’t help but jolt.
“Did that hurt?” Asks Sethos worriedly.
Wanderer buries his head in Sethos’ blankets. The scent of him nearly drowns out his boyfriend’s voice. He shakes his head.
“No, it didn’t. It… felt nice.”
Sethos sighed with relief, “Oh good. I’m glad. In that case…”
Wanderer’s shoulders jump as Sethos spoons him and smushes his lips against his nape. “Mwah mwah mwah!”
He clearly has no intentions of letting him go with how tangled together their limbs are. “Quihihit it!” Wanderer scoffs, “Araharen’t youhu tired of thihis yet?”
Sethos hums happily against his skin, “Of you? Never.”
Link to Art: Durin and Scara (@GenshinImpact), SethoScara (@GenshinImpact)
Summary: Styling Scara’s hair and talking about feelings among other things. And tickling of course :)
A/N: Sorry that this is very late 😞. I hope the magic of Wanderer’s birthday gets conveyed to you all even though his birthday has passed. Not as much tickling as my other fics but filled with loving moments between Sethos and Scara along with Durin. Plus, some mentions of the poly ship. Hope you enjoy the fic :)
Word Count: 4,654 (I’m so tired 😪)
Also on AO3!
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Durin was resting on top of Wanderer's hat as both of them and Sethos were heading back to the Temple of Silence after having lunch with Cyno and playing TCG.
“I never asked for a card game with you and Cyno on my birthday,” Scara grumbled.
“Hey, don't be like that,” Sethos laughed. “Did you enjoy it at least?”
“No.”
“Oh, come on. It was fun!”
“Not with how many jokes he told. Terrible ones at that.”
“I found them funny!” Durin chirped up.
“Yeah, they are funny! Durin gets it. Aether even said that Xiao chuckles at Cyno’s jokes.”
“You called?”
A whoosh sounded behind them and there stood Xiao with a hint of a smile.
“What's this about jokes?”
“Xiao! We didn't mean to call you. We were just discussing how funny Cyno’s jokes are.”
“They're not,” Wanderer interjected.
“But they are,” Xiao argued. “Especially the—”
“Ugh, all of you have a broken sense of humor. I’m outta here.”
“Honey,” Sethos whined. “Don’t leave us! Maybe this joke is funny to you.”
Sethos and Xiao caught up with Durin and Scara who huffed in annoyance.
“Okay, so it starts like this. I love my fingers.”
“I love mine too, so what?”
“I can always count on them!”
Both Xiao and Durin snorted at the joke while Sethos had a goofy grin on his face. And Scara…
“Well…I can always count on my middle finger to fuck you,” he smoothly replied, looking back at him with a smirk.
Sethos’s jaw dropped at the comment, his face immediately flushing red. Xiao choked on a laugh, knowing full well what Scara meant. Durin was laughing at the thought of Scara throwing middle fingers at Sethos every chance he could. Thankfully, little innocent Durin doesn’t know the other way much to everyone else's relief.
“Xiao, do you mind teleporting us the rest of the way to the Temple of Silence? I don’t think Seth will be able to walk from here anymore.”
Wanderer was grinning from ear to ear at this point.
“Heh, of course. Everyone, hold on to me.”
With a whoosh, they were all teleported inside Sethos’s room in the temple.
“Alright. I’m going to be leaving now. Need anything else?”
“No, we’re good. Thanks for coming. And Cyno might be in Gandharva Ville with Tighnari or still at the Lambard’s Tavern if you wanted to talk with him.”
“Thank you. I’m gonna drag Aether there with me.”
“Wow, you are such a good boyfriend, Xiao.”
“Well, Ae never complains. Oh, Wan. Before I go.”
“Hmm- mmm~”
Xiao gave him a sweet kiss, nipping at his lip playfully before pulling away.
“Happy birthday. We all love you, especially him.”
He nodded towards Sethos who had a pout on his lips.
“Where’s my- mmph!”
Xiao pulled him in with ease and pulled away just as quickly.
“There, are you happy? You are as needy as Heizou and Lyney.”
Sethos grinned stupidly, making Scara roll his eyes. They said their goodbyes, Xiao patting Durin’s head and giving Sethos and Scara quick parting pecks before going off to get Aether.
“Do you think he is going to find Aether with Kinich?” Sethos asks.
“Of course,” Scara answered, rolling his eyes. “Either they get along and tickle the crap out of Ae or they’re going to get in an argument and Ae is just going to tickle the crap out of them.”
“Can Ae really handle the two of them?”
“In a tickle fight? Hmm, probably. He is a fighter and definitely has the tactics to escape and bring them down laughing. He can also be tickled for quite a long time because of his high stamina which might sound bad, but he just loves being tickled. He's such a lee. In bed, maybe not. His stamina is going to be used against him, that’s for sure. And Xiao and Kinich are definitely packing down th—”
Sethos nudged him with his elbow, eyes full of amusement as he flicked them upward. Durin, honey.
“…the bed for cuddles. Yeah, for cuddles, since he is definitely sleepy after being…tickled.”
Scara internally facepalmed as he finished. His ears burned as he changed the subject.
“So, what else did you have planned for my birthday?”
Sethos chuckled, his eyes sparkling.
“I actually wanted to style your hair! It will totally lift your spirits.”
“…Tch. As if I would let you touch my hair,” he scoffed, setting down his hat on Sethos’s bed and Durin crawling off it in favor of the more comfortable sheets.
“Oh honey, drop the act,” he purred behind him, placing his chin on his lover's shoulder and making him jump. “I saw that flicker of interest in your eyes~”
“I don't have any interest in your dumb ideas, little bee.”
“You are playing hard to get right now. Guess I have to change that attitude of yours.”
Sethos suddenly dipped his hands into Scara’s pant pockets or as he likes to call them, hip windows, making Scara jolt in surprise and immediately grab his wrists.
“Don't,” he hissed.
“I can always count on my fingers to tickle you too, y’know?”
Without waiting for a response, he went right in for the kill, massaging deep into his hips with his thumbs and wiggling his fingers along his inner thighs.
“AHAHAHAHA! YOU AHAHARE SUHUHUCH AN ANNOYHIHING BEHEHEE!” Scara laughed, halfheartedly tugging at his lover's wrists.
“You don't mean that,” Sethos teased, taking notice. “I know you love me~”
“IN YOUR DREHEHEAMS!”
“Still being a tough one, are you? Well, can you handle this too?”
Sethos places a raspberry on the right side of his honey’s neck. And then another. And another. And boy does that do a number on him as he crumbles against Sethos, shaking in laughter as part of his second most ticklish spot was attacked.
“WAHAHAIT! Wahahait! Sehethos!” Scara frantically got out, taking a few moments to catch some air.
“Yeah?~”
Sethos hovered over the left side of his neck now while his fingers and thumbs subtly went underneath his shorts and lazily traced along his skin making his eyes go wide in alarm.
“Are you cra—”
“Relax, I wouldn't do it if he was here.”
They both looked at Durin who was looking at them in interest.
“You wanna help me style his hair, Durin?” Sethos asked, his eyes gleaming with mischievousness.
Durin caught on, his own eyes gleaming with glee as he did a little excited dance.
“Yeah! I wanna help!”
“How are you both persistent?” Scara groaned as Sethos led him to the bed and made him sit on his lap, his back against his honey’s firm chest. “My hair is too short to style anyways.”
“Just like your height?”
“I will end you, Sethos.”
Scara turned around, glaring at him.
“Eh, I am taller than you so I doubt you can do anything, my short, honey love~”
Sethos smirked cheekily, having fun teasing him.
“By a mere two centimeters. And I can definitely destroy you, so stop being a cocky bee.”
“Ohoho~ Destroy me you say? I'd like to see you— ack!”
Scara, who was sitting on his lap a second ago, was now towering over him as his back lay on the bed sheets.
“Impressive honey, but that doesn't prove anyTHIHIHING! HAHAHAHA! WAIT! NOHOHOHO!”
Sethos had no time to defend himself as Scara rained down a tickle frenzy on him.
He clawed at his stomach and scribbled along his sides, making Sethos cackle as he weakly pushed at him. They had no effect as Scara simply leaned down into his ear, a smirk dancing on his lips.
“You messed up, my bee,” Scara whispered. “Told you I can destroy youhuhu- whahahat!?”
Scara scrambled to raise himself up, but he felt a weight settle on his back and he fell forward.
“Don't worry, Sethos! I can save you!”
Durin’s voice sounded behind him and he began to feel soft claws glide ticklishly along his sides making him giggle and try to roll away only to have Sethos trap him in a hug.
“You aren't getting away easily, honey~” Sethos grinned, moving his hands to his armpits and scurrying his fingers up and down his hollows.
“AHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT YOUHUHU TWO!” Scara cried out, trying to clamp his arms down but couldn’t and instead opted to hug Sethos and bury his head in the crook of his neck. At least he can feel like he is doing something to lessen the sensations.
“Your laugh is so cute, honey~”
Scara could only laugh and squirm in response as Durin switched sides and Sethos started adding in raspberries along the left side of his neck.
Sethos moved one of his hands down to squeeze at his hips making him spasm in laughter as he shook his head.
“Was that a no?~”
“NOHOHO!” Scara shook his head desperately. “IHIHIHI PROHOHOMISE I’LL BEHEHE HAHAPPY! SEHEHETHOS! I PROMISEHEHEHE!”
“Promise Durin too.”
“IHIHIHI PROHOHOMISEHEHE YOU AND DUHURIHIHIN! PLEHEHEHEASE!”
Tears of ticklish mirth began soaking Sethos’s clothing as he slowly stopped and began massaging the ghostly tickles away. Durin also stopped, flying over to their heads and nuzzling against them.
“There, there~ That was your well-deserved birthday tickles.”
“You suhuhuck,” Scara giggled, still in his tickle high as he snuggled closer into Sethos’s neck, breathing in his scent. “You bohohoth suck.”
Sethos just chuckled, pecking his cheek as he carded his fingers through his hair.
“Time to style your hair!”
“Actually…can we…stay like this…for a while?”
The softness in Scara’s voice took Sethos by surprise, making him pause his movements before resuming, now gently massaging his scalp.
“Anything for you, honey~”
As Sethos massaged his scalp, Durin joined in and started to knead his back and shoulders. He let out a low groan, his breath evening out as he relaxed and cuddled even closer to Sethos. The soft massage began to lull him to sleep, his eyelids fluttering shut as the sound of his honey’s gentle heartbeat guided him into a peaceful slumber. Sethos continued his ministrations, enjoying the warmth and closeness. The intimacy. The peaceful silence. Sethos took it all in and was starting to feel drowsy himself.
A short while after Scara fell asleep, Sethos and Durin stopped, gently rolling him over so Sethos could change positions so that Scara was now sitting in his lap. As much as Sethos wanted to sleep and cuddle, he wanted to style Scara’s hair.
He’s sleeping like a log.
He carded his fingers through his hair again and Scara nuzzled into his hand, purring softly.
Hehe, you love to purr in your sleep huh?
Sethos kissed him, reluctantly pulling away before looking at Durin. “Ready to style his hair now?” he whispered, grinning.
“Mhmm!” Durin nodded his head, flying around excitedly.
“How do you wanna style his hair?
“Mmm…” Durin had that contemplating look like Scara did when he was thinking really hard making Sethos smile. “Maybe style his hair like yours!”
“Like mine?”
“Yeah! Isn’t that what lovers do? They try to match each other as a way to show affection?”
He hummed for a moment, thinking of Durin’s suggestion. “Styling his hair like mine is going to be a little challenging since his hair is short.”
“Hmm…how about…you try two braids to the side connecting to a ponytail?”
Sethos looked at him with amusement.
“Where are you learning these things?”
“Lyney told me about matching styles, and I learned about hairstyles from Aether!”
“Quite the curious dragon you are~”
“Mhmm!” Durin nodded impatiently. “Can we start styling his hair now? Pleaseee?”
“Okay, okay!” Sethos giggled softly. “Try not to wake him as we do this, yeah?”
They both started to style Scara’s hair, handling the strands delicately. They were quietly focused on their job, the occasional giggle here and there from Scara as they accidentally and intentionally tickled his neck. They continued for a few minutes before Sethos broke the silence with a question.
“Hey Durin, do you think Scara is evil?”
Durin’s eyes widened in shock, the question catching him completely off guard.
“No! He’s my best friend! He helped me, saved me! No one evil would have done that. Do you think he is?”
“No no, he’s not evil. Far from it actually.”
Sethos fondly rubbed the strands of hair in between his fingers.
“Why’d you ask then?”
“I guess,” Sethos took a deep breath. “It was just the look in his eyes when I went to wish him a happy birthday. He was up in a tree, again. Like a cat,” Sethos giggled for a moment before becoming serious again. “His eyes were…distant. Full of sadness and pain. Anger. But it all disappeared when he saw me. Like it was never there to begin with.”
Durin looked between him and Scara, thinking. He looked between them once…twice…three times before he spoke.
“Maybe it was just your imagination! The Scara I know doesn’t have any evil in him. He’s kind-hearted and gentle. Maybe a little mean but not evil…playful mean! He’s happy and smiles a lot too when I see him. How can someone like him be in pain or full of sadness and anger?”
When Sethos looked at Durin, he saw the confidence in his eyes of his words and the love that he had for Scara. An innocence that went straight to his heart.
Is this what you mean when you see ‘them’ in him, Scara? Your friends…Niwa…the young boy? You longed to have them by your side like this, didn’t you?
“You’re right,” Sethos answered, smiling at him while holding back tears. “I probably imagined it. Scara can never have those types of emotions in him.”
He rubbed Durin’s head affectionately and Durin returned it with a smile. A smile full of pure joy and happiness.
I promise I’ll keep you safe, Durin. Just like how I protect Scara.
“Let’s wake him up now!”
“Not yet. Let’s add a ribbon as the finishing touch. What do you think?”
“Ooh, good idea, let me get one.”
Durin flew towards Sethos’s hair supplies, finding a stack of different colored ribbons.
What color should I pick?
He looked at his options before landing on a light purple-colored one.
Maybe this one. The color looks similar to me!
Durin flew back with the ribbon in his claws and gave it to Sethos who nodded in approval.
“Same color as you huh?” Sethos winked at him.
Durin nodded, flying around happily.
“Let’s wake up the pretty sleepyhead now?”
“Yeah!”
Sethos brought his hands to Scara’s stomach and Durin flew to his neck. They each had a smirk on their face as they started off with slow tickles. Sethos lazily drew random shapes while Durin licked ticklish stripes along his neck.
“Stohohop…” Scara chuckled in his sleep, unconsciously leaning away from Durin and into Sethos, but not once stirring awake.
“Let me try something. You keep going, Durin.”
Durin happily continued while Sethos raised his hands to Scara’s armpits and massaged deep circles into his hollows.
Scara’s jolted awake with a laugh, toppling them over.
“Wakey wakey, pretty princess~” Sethos laughed, not phased at all and still continuing the tickle attack.
“HAHahAHaHA! SEheHEThohos?! DuriHIHIN!?” he asked, confused, still groggy from sleep.
“He doesn’t seem to be fully awake yet. Let’s amp it up, Durin?”
Durin’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he nodded his head.
They both continuously blew raspberries on Scara’s neck, and he howled with laughter. No matter where he squirmed, they always managed to land a raspberry on his neck. Then he felt Sethos lowering his hands to his hips and his laughter rose an octave as he frantically shook his head.
“NONONOHOHO! SEHEHETH! D-DOHON’T- NAHAHAHAHA!”
Sethos ignored him and went ahead, squeezing his hips and Scara shook in ticklish mirth as he desperately tried to find the right words to say.
The both of them slowed down to a stop and Sethos sent Durin a wink and Durin returned it with a happy dance in the air.
“Ha, hah, hah…I dihidn’t even do anythihing,” Scara complained, slumping against Sethos.
“Whoawhoawhoa! You’re going to mess up your hair.”
“My hair? What about my hair?”
Scara sat back up looking between the two of them who were grinning at him. Durin rolled over a body mirror in front of him and he widened his eyes.
“Y-You both did this? For me?” he brought his hands up to delicately touch the intricately styled strands. His hair was styled with two braids to the side connecting to a ponytail with a light purple ribbon finishing up the look.
“Isn’t this how you style your hair, little bee? And hey, the ribbon has a similar color to you, Durin.”
Sethos blushed, hiding his face in the crook of his neck and Durin nodded his head with a proud smile on his face.
He admired his hair in awe before kissing Durin on the side and Sethos on the lips.
“Thank you, both of you. This- This is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”
Sethos saw the soft smile of his lover reflected in the mirror and his heart swelled seeing that smile on his face.
“You look cute, honey~”
Scara’s ears turned red at that comment and from the mirror, Sethos could see a subtle blush on his face.
“Drink some water. You need it,” he laughed, handing a glass he grabbed from the bedside table.
Scara accepted it with a nod and a roll of his eyes, taking a big sip before handing it back to him.
“I’m so sleepy now,” Durin yawned.
“You can sleep on my lap if you want,” Scara offered, patting his legs.
“Really?!”
Durin happily curled up in his lap, immediately dozing off when Scara started running his hand down his head to his back and back again. Sethos put his chin on Scara’s shoulder and the both of them sat in silence, watching their little dragon fondly as he finally fell asleep.
When Scara was sure Durin was fast asleep, he stood up, carrying him in his arms and kissing his head before laying him gently on a pillow. He then returned to Sethos and laid down on his lap, making sure not to ruin his new hairstyle.
“I meant what I said, Sethos,” Scara started, breaking the silence between them. “That this is the best birthday I ever had in my lifetime.”
Sethos stayed silent, listening as he combed his honey’s hair.
“All the birthdays I had were…meaningless. Well, besides the one with Aether and Lesser Lord Kusanali. The rest were filled with hate and sadness. All I ever wanted was to be loved. But how can you love someone who doesn’t have a heart and is evil.”
Scara chuckled humorlessly before continuing.
“I was…alone. I had no one by my side. I was thrown away like trash. No one loved me. Everyone left me…betrayed me…except Niwa and that little child. I now know they didn’t betray me. I was too blind to see it. But that doesn’t change the fact that I turned evil and did all those things. Now, people treat me as a good person. Do I deserve that? Do I deserve that kind of gesture after everything I’ve done? Do I deserve to be happy…to have a…happy birthday? I’m not even human, how—”
“Look at me, Scara.”
Sethos interrupted him, cupping his cheek with his hand and turning his face towards him.
“You aren’t evil anymore,” Sethos firmly said. “You righted your past actions as much as you could have and that shows that what you once were is no more. You helped Durin, didn't you? You saw your past self in him, and you didn’t want him to repeat the same mistakes you did. You may say you do not have a heart, but you’re wrong. You have a heart. A heart that cares, brims with emotions. A heart that can love. Durin can see it. I can see it. Kazuha, Aether, Xiao, Venti, Heizou, Lyney, Gaming, Kinich, they all can see it. We all see a heart in you, my sweet, honey love.”
Sethos smashed his lips against Scara’s, hugging him impossibly close as he shoved all the love he had for him in the kiss. He invaded his already open mouth and sucked his tongue making him moan softly. Scara can only think of Sethos. Sethos kissing him. Sethos on top of him. He can feel the love Sethos has for him and the passion that fills him with so many feelings.
They pulled away after a few minutes, a string of spit connecting the both of them before disappearing. The both of them panted deeply as they stared into each other’s eyes. Emerald eyes meeting lavender ones.
“In my eyes, in their eyes, you are human, Scara,” Sethos started, kissing him softly as he spoke. “You had a wish to be human, but you already are. You just need to recognize where your feelings come from, and they are right here.”
Sethos trailed his finger to where his heart was supposed to be.
“Even though that heart doesn’t beat yet, it will. You just need to unlock it. That’s for you to figure out. Just accept yourself for who you are. I will always love you no matter what happens.”
Sethos looked at him, with warm, loving eyes and Scara felt tears starting to fall from his.
“I-I love you, my bee.”
“I love you too, my honey. More than you know,” Sethos smiled at him, wiping the tears with his thumb.
They both cuddled beside Durin, Sethos whispering sweet nothings into his lover’s ear before they eventually fell asleep.
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“Ugh, what’s that noise?” Scara groaned, waking up as he wiped the sleep from his eyes and making Sethos stir awake beside him.
“What noise?” Sethos yawned, glancing at him.
“Like a thumping noise and I can…feel it.”
“What are you talking abou— Wait.”
Sethos put his ear on Scara’s chest, listening.
“Honey, your heart! I-It’s beating!”
Their eyes met, surprise meeting disbelief.
“T-That's my heart?”
Scara brought his hand to his chest feeling a rhythmic beat coming from his chest.
“Do you feel different? Do you need anything? What can I do for you—”
“You can stop your buzzing, little bee.”
Sethos smiled at that.
Still the same. I'm glad.
“I feel the same, it's just that everything sounds louder now.”
“Hehehe, you are not a puppet anymore. You're just like me and the others! Ooh, what about your electro mitsudomoe, is it gone now? Wait, are you still ticklish?”
“Can you stop obsessing over me?” Scara rolled his eyes. “You're going to wake up Durin.”
“Whoops, I can't help it. It's you we're talking about.”
“S-Shut up.”
Sethos snickered as he caught a glimpse of red on Scara’s ears and face before he showed the back of his neck to him.
“Aww, your electro mitsudomoe isn't— oh wait,” He brushed with his fingers where it was supposed to be, and it appeared. “It was just invisible. There's an anemo symbol too!”
“What for?”
“I dunno. Maybe you can shoot anemo wind blades infused with electro. Aether is going to be so jealous when he finds out you can wield both the power of electro and anemo at the same time,” Sethos laughed as Scara smirked.
“Let me try something really quick.”
Sethos brought his fingers to Scara’s neck, making Scara shiver.
“What are you— ahahaha! W-What was that?!”
Scara jolted in laughter when he felt a current of electro rush through his body.
“Heyheyhey, I can still channel electro to make you laugh. How about—”
“NO. Seth,” Scara warned, knowing full well what Sethos was going to do.
“You can't do— Aah~”
He let out a small moan, feeling a tingle of electro that sent pleasure shooting through him.
“Hehe, still works~ Let’s have fun later~”
“I would've killed you if that— ahahaha! Ahahare you lihihistening?!”
“Nope!”
Sethos kissed his neck, channeling little currents of electro like the first time, making him squirm and giggle along with making him extra ticklish.
“It feels that you are more ticklish now~”
“Stahahap tahahalking!”
“Okay, if you insist.”
“Wha- AHAHAHA! NOHOHO! NOHOHOT RASPBERRIEHEHES! THAHAT’S NOHOHOT WHAHAT I MEHEHEANT WHEHEN TO STOHOHOP TAHAHALKING!”
Sethos just grinned into his neck and blew more raspberries, knowing that he didn’t mind. Scara stopped trying to talk at this point and just continued to laugh, enjoying the sensations and his lover’s presence as their dragon slept soundly beside them, oblivious to the commotion.
A short time passed before Sethos let up on the raspberries and wrapped his arms around him, bringing them down to lay on their sides. He lazily traced along his honey’s skin, while Scara felt his heartbeat faster not just from the aftermath of the tickling but also from Sethos’s sensual touch.
“I just realized.”
“What?”
“Kazuha is going to be so jealous that I'm the one celebrating your birthday with you and not him.”
“Mmm, you're right. He'll definitely want me for himself later after we finish. Hmm…”
Scara thought for a moment.
“How about this? We’ll let Durin hang out with the others so you and I can have our fun. Then, I’ll have fun with Kazuha tonight. Afterward, you can join us for some midnight fun.”
“Wait, me joining?”
“Unless you don't want to.”
“I want to. It's just…I don't want to take away your alone time with him.”
“Kaz won't mind. We're all boyfriends after all. He'll probably just tickle you to death for stealing me and doing my hair.”
His eyes twinkled with mischievousness.
“Isn't he going to tickle you too though?”
“I got tickle immunity,” Scara smirked. “It's my birthday.”
He stuck his tongue out at him.
“Of course you do,” Sethos said, rolling his eyes. “But not from mehehe- hehehey!”
Catching Sethos’s hand sneaking towards him, he grabbed a hold of it and started scribbling his own fingers against his bee's side.
“Did you really think you could tickle me right now? You are so predictable,” Scara chuckled.
Before Sethos can muster a response, they both hear a yawn next to them.
“Mmph, what are you both doing?” Durin asked, blinking his eyes open as he stretched.
Scara slowed his tickling to a stop glancing at Sethos who looked at him, still giggling. They exchanged a knowing glance before turning towards Durin with smirks on their faces.
“Hehehey!” Durin giggled when he felt himself being pulled into their embrace and scribbles on his tummy and under his chin. “Thahat's nohot fahahair! I’m stihill wahaking uhuhup!”
They relented after a couple minutes, leaving Durin in a giggling mess.
“We almost forgot to sing happy birthday to you, honey!”
Durin perked up at that doing an excited dance.
“Yeah, we need to sing!”
“No. That song is dumb.”
“Please! Pretty please! Can we sing it to you?”
They both sent Scara their puppy-looking eyes and he looked away blushing, waving his hands at them.
“Okay, okay! Stop looking at me like that! Fine, you guys can sing.”
“Yes! Okay. 1, 2, 3…”
“Happy birthday to you!”
“Happy birthday to you!
“Happy birthday dear Scaraaaa!”
“Happy birthday to youuuuu!”
“Ugh, you both are insufferahahable!”
“There’s also a rule that we tickle you after singing,” Sethos smirked.
The both of them tickled Scara again as he laughed, feeling as if his heart was going to beat out of his chest.
This is what it feels like to be loved. To be…human. Thank you, for making my dream come true.
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Here’s some leftover rough writing/notes that didn't make it into the final fic. If it seems unorganized, unformatted, wrong grammar, etc., it’s because it’s supposed to be. Rough for a reason :)
Take place in the temple of silence, comes back after card game with Cyno. Have the hairstyle and tickle his hip windows.
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Gift ideas?
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“Who told you that?”
“Lyney.”
Sethos rolled his eyes. “Of course he would say that.”
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“Aether told me. He has so many cool hairstyles, so I wanted to know how he does it!”
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Cuddle Scara to sleep and both Durin and Sethos do his hair. Wake him up, with tickles. Tickle his neck to wake him up. Raspberriessss.
(I need someone to cuddle me to sleep…)
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His skin tingling where Sethos was breathing.
“It's your birthday, just have fun!”
“Your laugh is so cute~”
Sethos whispers in his ears while styling his hair. Durin sleeps in his lap. They talk about love and happy birthday.
End with the hairstyle, looking in the mirror, and them singing happy birthday to him.
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“You don't wanna wake up our little dragon, do you?”
Sethos shook his head, and his other hand, which was trying to loosen Scara’s grip on his trapped one, immediately went to cover his mouth.
Scara smiled, leaning against him as he still tickled him.
“That's what I thought,” he said, kissing him on the cheek. “Hope you can last until I get tired.”
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“He'll get his chance later. Right now, I want to celebrate it with you. Besides, that's why there are threesomes for a reason, right?”
Sethos looks at him shocked.
“A-A threesome?! With Kazu!?”
“Why not? He's your boyfriend too. You can say no if you want.”
Add in maybe or for a separate fic. Song lyrics: Sethos to Scara or vice versa.
“If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you.”
“I'd wanna hold you just for a while and die with a smile.”
Add Durin too.
“Don't forget me!”
Or maybe the anemo bois band?
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His hands weakly pushed at his captors to no avail and he resigned to his fate as his laughter gone silent. They both immediately stopped at that point as Sethos directed Durin to get some water and
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Wake Scara up, admires the style. Durin sleeps in his lap. Sethos and Scara talk. Scara talks of his past birthdays. Talks how they were meaningless, filled with hate and sadness. Sethos comforts him...
