#Genshin tickling

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My Honey ♡ My Bee (fic)

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 Also on AO3!

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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.

“AHAHAHA! HOHOHONEY! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SOHOHO BAHAHAD!”

“Oh really? Here, let me help. Tickle tickle tickle~”

“THAHAHAT’S NOHOHOT HEHELPING! YOU’RE MAHAHAKING IHIHIT WOHORSE!”

“How about this? Coochie coochie coo~”

“STAHAHAP TEHEHEASING MEHEHEHE! AHAHAHA!”

“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.

My Honey.

My Bee.

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

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✨Thoma’s Troubles✨

Idk why Itto is so low-res bro

⚠️This fic focuses mainly on tickling. Please do not read it if that upsets you.⚠️

Thoma is sad until Itto makes his day better :)

a/n: the word “muzzle” is mentioned, but it refers to the body part of a dog. I’m pretty sure the nose / face area is called that? Nobody is wearing a muzzle, English isn’t my first language. Also, some swears appear.

Word count: 2908

It was a rather gloomy day in Inazuma. The sky was cloudy, the weather was cold, and the air smelt of rain. Most people preferred to stay indoors today, so the streets were emptier than usual. Unfortunately, mother nature wasn’t alone in her sadness; it affected some of the people as well. Especially Thoma…

He let out a sigh after the last customer of the day left Komore Teahouse, relieved to no longer need the customer service mood. He was meant to assist the loyal pooch Taroumaru today, as Ayato had noticed he needed a break from his usual duties.

“Won’t this rain ever end…?” He mumbled, petting Taroumaru’s head to distract himself. He felt grateful for the break, though he still had a lot on his mind.

“Woof!” replied the shiba, his tail wagging as he received pats. The two of them wouldn’t receive customers for a while, so they could just chill.

“Haha, you sure are cheerful today, buddy…” Thoma said with a small smile as the doggo gave his hand a reassuring lick.

“Hm? Ah, it’s nothing, don’t worry about me.” Thoma said, trying to smile in spite of his mood, but he still felt that nagging pain of Sadge™️ in his heart.

“Woof woof!” This clever dog saw right through him, and he was having none of his lies.

“Hey, I’m not-…!” But before the shiba could scold him further for lying, footsteps quickly approached the teahouse’s entrance.

“Hoo! Phew, finally some shelter! C’mon, buddy! Hurry!” The door opened, revealing a slightly drenched Itto with his little bull companion Ushi, both wet from the heavy rain.

“I-Itto?! Oh my! You’re- You’ll catch a cold…!” Thoma exclaimed, surprised to see them entering like that.

“Heh! Oh don’t worry, this is nothin’. Mind if we crash here?” Itto said with confidence, shutting the door once Ushi was in. “I’ve been through worse!” he added with a chuckle.

“L-Let me get you some towels. I’ll be with you in a moment!” Thoma sprung into action right away, leaving the room for a moment while Taromarou went to greet his guests.

“Hahaha! Thanks, man! You’re a real one.” Itto replied, chuckling as Ushi tried to shake himself off. “Hey, hey, be still. Gimmie a sec.” he said, kneeling down to remove the bull’s armor.

“Mooo…” Ushi moo’d with satisfaction, stretching a little before walking towards Taromarou, who had hopped off the counter to play with him.

“Woof woof!” he barked, happily wagging his tail as Ushi replied with another moo.

“Hah! You two sure get along well, huh?” Itto said, chuckling at their cute communication. “Aww, hello, boy! Workin’ hard today, huh? Such a good boy!” He knelt down once more to pet Taromarou, before being “attacked” with puppy kisses.

“Woof woof!” The shiba was happy to see him, licking the oni’s face affectionately, which made him stumble a little.

“Hahaha! Easy there, pal! It tickles.” He said, laughing as he played with Taromarou. “Mooo…” Ushi watched and yawned a bit before he looked around, wondering when the retainer would come back. He preferred to be without chaos for now, wanting to sit beside his master after he’d calmed down.

Meanwhile, Thoma had found the towels, but struggled to leave the room to join the others. He knew they needed to dry themselves, but unfortunately he felt like he couldn’t go back just yet. He knew he should, but the moment he felt tears in his eyes from all the built up sadness, he just wanted to hide. Hearing the fun Itto was having, he didn’t want to spoil it. He knew deep down the oni would understand, being as kind as he was, but he chose to stay to finish crying first.

The playful chaos in the other room lasted for quite a while before the trio realized Thoma hadn’t come back yet. Taromarou had calmed down by then, laying in Itto’s lap with a content expressionon on his widdle face while Ushi huffed to get their attention.

“Hm… hey, shouldn’t Thoma be back now?” Itto asked, petting both animals on their heads.

“Moo.” Ushi agreed, looking to the direction the human had gone.

“Uh-huh… Hey, Taromarou? Wanna earn yourself a treat?” Itto asked with a smile. The shiba perked up and wagged his tail. “Go find Thoma for us, alright?”

“Woof woof!” Taromarou barked with some excitement before he hopped up and sniffed to pick up his master’s scent. He didn’t really need to do this, since he knew where the towels were, but he did it anyway just to be sure.

“Damn it…!” Thoma muttered to himself, wiping his tears away to stop crying. Hearing the door be pushed open by Taromarou startled him, and he almost dropped the towels onto the floor. The loyal dog whined as he walked up to his human, sensing something was wrong.

“Ah-.. what’re you doing here, boy?” Thoma tried to act normal, but couldn’t hide his slightly dampened face from man’s best friend. Taro let out a small growl before barking, basically telling Itto to get over there. “Ah- shh, sshh, don’t-!”

“Woof! Woof woof!” Taromarou huffed and looked at him with big puppy eyes, his tail resting behind him as he felt worried. Thoma was about to say something, but Itto came in just then.

“Aha! You found him! Good boy!” Itto praised, chuckling before he noticed the lack of excitement in the shiba.

“Ah…! S-Sorry for the wait.” Thoma tried to act natural, smiling slightly as he handed a towel to Itto. “You must be cold by now. Please, take this.”

“Ah- thanks, heh!” Itto focused on drying his hair before anything else. He had to be careful not to rip the towel with his horns as he rubbed it against his head.

“Moooo…” Ushi closed his eyes and Thoma knelt down to dry him off. It felt good, he thought.

“There you go, lil- ah, I mean, big guy. Hehe.” Thoma chuckled at his error, but to his dismay started to feel sad again. Emotions are complicated, he thought. He couldn’t hide them from Itto, especially not when knowing he’s so kind and caring. The oni was talking about the weather, but Thoma wasn’t paying attention, trying to control his tears and distract his mind.

“…and it was cold, man! I usually try to brush it off… real men don’t carry umbrellas, I say. I’m starting to reconsider that, though… ugh…” Itto rambled, messing up his hair with the towel as he tried to dry it quickly.

Taromarou whined at Thoma while Itto combed his hair to fix it. The oni glanced at the housekeeper and noticed a sniffle. “Hey…? Are you okay?” he asked.

And that’s when the floodgates opened, of course, at that simple question. He trusted Itto, so his brain was simply wired to let go of his emotions now. He couldn’t say much as he wiped his tears.

“Thoma…” Itto knew Thoma liked hugs, so he sat down next to him on the floor and invited him into one. Ushi wiggled away from the towel to comfort the worrying shiba while the men hugged one another.

“There there, I got you…” Itto comforted, patting the other’s back. Thoma’s cries were mostly sniffles and hiccups. His voice was barely heard. He rested his head against the other, melting into the embrace as he sought comfort. “I’m just so tired…” he said, sniffling and wiping his eyes.

“I get that…” Itto couldn’t remember if he’d ever seen Thoma cry before. It worried him, but he kept focusing on comforting the other. Poor guy, thought Ushi as he stood by and watched, trying to comfort the whining shiba. Thoma calmed down after a while, feeling much better after letting his frustrations out. He wanted to pull away, but simply couldn’t as he rested against Itto, so tired from such a long day.

“You okay?” Itto asked, patting his back as he loosened the hug.

“Mm… it’s been a long day, I guess…” Thoma replied, wiping his eyes again.

“Yeah. Maybe it’s the weather? I mean, it’s pretty shitty today, isn’t it?” he said with a light chuckle, pleased to hear a snicker from the other.

“Heh, yeah. It’s been raining all day. I’ve felt down since I woke up this morning.” Thoma said, sighing. “I guess I got up on the wrong side?”

“Mm, maybe. I know how it feels. It sucks.” Itto replied, adjusting himself as Thoma pulled away.

“Yeah… one thing lead to another, and-… here we are.” Thoma said, hinting as if something else was wrong.

“Mhm? What happened?” Itto gave him a curious look.

“Ah, just… minor inconveniences building up.” He didn’t want to talk about it and hoped Itto wouldn’t pry.

“Ah, dude, I hate when that happens! And it’s always when we’re already upset- THAT’S when our clothes get caught on door handles.” Itto ranted, crossing his arms.

Thoma laughed, and Itto felt glad for that. “It’s true! It really is…!” the pyro wielder agreed, chuckling at Itto’s attitude.

“For real. Ugh!” Itto rolled his eyes before smirking and laughing it off with Thoma. They were still sat on the floor, allowing Taromarou to come cuddle his master.

“Y’know you can tell me anything, right?” Itto asked, patting Ushi who’d come over to join.

“Yeah… I just… I heard some whispers around the estate, and all… I kinda miss Mondstadt, too.” Thoma took a breath and explained as best as he could. Sometimes, certain estate guards were not kind to him. They didn’t think a guy from Mondstadt belonged there, working for such an important family in Inazuma. Their distasteful jabs really stuck with him today, since his mood was already down to begin with.

“It’s not the first time… I’ve already told Master Kamisato about it. Again.” he sighed as he said this, petting Taromarou while he spoke.

“Psh, then you gotta tell them to fuck off! Stand up for yourself, man! Those guards ain’t shit!” Itto said, angry that someone would be so mean to Thoma. He was such a kind soul! He didn’t deserve that!

“Ah, I know… but- well, they’re kinda intimidating, heh…” Thoma chuckled slightly, a bit embarrassed. Ushi huffed in response.

“They’re pussies, actually! What, they can talk smack behind your back, but can’t say it to your face?” Itto questioned.

Thoma chuckled. “They do, sometimes. It’s pretty back-handed.”

“The audacity! Ugh, when I catch them-…” Itto huffed angrily, clenching his fists.

“L-Let’s not escalate anything, okay? I’ll talk to Ayato about it…” Thoma said, smiling nervously.

“You still need to stand up for yourself and tell those guys to buzz off!” he said, now censoring his swears for Thoma’s sake.

“I-… I can’t do that, Itto.”

“Yes you can. Ayato wouldn’t fire you for that, y’know. He’s a chill guy.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about. Those guards just scare me too much…” Thoma frowned and looked away, getting nudged by Taromarou.

“Then scare them back. Tell them the big bad oni will come get them if they don’t stop!” Itto said, grinning with some amusement at his idea.

Thoma chuckled. “Itto, they’d arrest you on sight if I threaten them with that!”

“So what? I’m not going down without a fight!” Itto chuckled too, enjoying their newfound banter.

“And how do you think Ayato would react seeing you beat up his guards?”

“If his guards are asshats, they deserve it.” Itto shrugged. Thoma snickered and started laughing at Itto’s goofy arguments.

“Hahaha…! Oh you’re impossible to reason with~!” he teased.

“Pfft, so are you!” Itto struggled to contain his giggles.

“Touché. Hahahaha..!”

“Hahahahaha!”

Once they had calmed from their shared giggles, Thoma felt the weight on his heart lighten. Taromarou wagged his tail and nuzzled him to comfort further. Thoma giggled at the shiba’s antics, feeling ticklish from the way his muzzle rubbed against his neck.

“Aww~ such a good boy!” Itto cooed, smiling at the cuteness. Ushi agreed, giving a small nod he’d learned from the bipedals around him.

“Pfft~ Hehehey!” Thoma protested half-heartedly as Taromarou excitedly pawed at him, licking his face and wagging his tail. “I-It tickles!” Thoma giggled more as the dog managed to push him over.

“Hahaha! Yeah, get him!” Itto joked playfully, laughing along at the scene.

“Itto, help me~! Hehehehe!” Thoma laughed playfully, putting little effort into escaping.

“Haha, fear not, I’ll help ya out!” Itto said, with a rather devious expression which the housekeeper didn’t see.

“Ahahaha! Hurry!” Thoma laughed as the playful shiba licked his ear, trying to push the doggo away.

“Heheh, do I have to?” Itto took his time, giggling at the scene before scooping up Taromarou and placing him aside.

“Hehe…! Thank you…” Thoma chuckled, about to sit up before he suddenly found himself laughing out loud again as Itto betrayed him, tickling him instead. “WhAAHAHA!! Wahahahahait- nohohohohoho!!” he squealed with surprise, weakly pushing at his tickler’s wrists as he laughed and wiggled.

“Instructions unclear, couldn’t let him have all the fun!” Itto teased, playfully wiggling his fingers all around, gently but quickly tickling the other. Taromarou hopped around playfully as he watched, happy to see and hear Thoma smiling and giggling.

“Ihihittohohoho!! Ahahahahahaha! Plehehehease!” Thoma laughed, not squirming around as much as Itto had hoped he would. The tickly sensation of those nails combining with his shirt’s fabric was simply maddening, yet strangely fun.

“Heheh! You want me to stop?” Itto asked, targetting the other’s sides and ribs for the funnie.

“Ahahahahahaha!! N-Not thehehehere!!” Thoma squealed, his eyes squeezed shut as he laughed and wiggled. Despite how badly it tickled, Thoma didn’t squirm too much, but the teasing made him want to roll away and curl up. Itto snickered, finding him oddly adorable while tickling his tummy, making him laugh and flutter his legs. “Mhm? You want mercy yet?” he asked.

“Ahahahahahaha!! Y-Yehehes, plehehehease!!” Thoma finally pleaded, giggling his head off. He was a really ticklish guy; a fact both Kamisato siblings knew well before Itto found out.

“Hahaha! There ya go~ was that so hard?” Itto teased playfully as he stopped tickling. He reached out to help Thoma, pulling him up to sit.

“Haha… huff… haha… that was mean, you know…” He said, too shy to admit he’d needed it.

“Heh! Ya better keep on smiling now, or the tickle monster might getcha!” Itto joked, laughing at the playful shove he got in response.

“Don’t be so childish! Hahaha…” Thoma joked back, chuckling with amusement. Boy, he sure was lucky Itto had shown up.

“Hahahaha! I’m not being childish, I’m just warning ya.” Itto replied, sticking his tongue out in a playful expression.

“As if, you goof.” Thoma chuckled, feeling a lot better than he did earlier today. He was really glad Itto showed up, relieved to no longer have to cry. “Heh… thanks for cheering me up, though…” he said, a bit sheepish since he’d been tickled.

“Ah, no problem. I’m just glad I could help out!” Itto replied, grinning proudly. “And besides, it was really funny seein’ you giggle like that.”

“Oh, don’t even mention that!” Thoma blurted out, embarrassed by his teasing.

“Heh! Or what? What’re you gonna do ‘bout it?” Itto taunted playfully, giggling at the playful banter.

“Tch.” Thoma had to think of something…

“I’ll just tickle you agai-”

“Taromarou, get him!”

“Wh-What?!”

“Woof woof!” Itto’s confidence was short-lived as the shiba sprang up, wagging his tail as he unleashed his nuzzling attack. Ushi huffed and sat a bit further away from the chaos, knowing dang well his master wouldn’t last without squirming.

“Pfft- that’s not fair!” Itto protested, giggling his ass off already as he tried to gently push the dog away. The affectionate nuzzles and licks against his jaw tickled real bad.

“That’s how it started for me, so it’s plenty fair.” Thoma replied, chuckling with amusement. Unfortunately, he didn’t have the courage to tickle Itto himself, so he let his pupper do it instead.

“Hahahaha! Make him stop~! I- hahaha! I cahahan’t-! Hehehehe!” Itto struggled to speak through his giggles, and Taromarou pushed him over just like he’d done to Thoma.

“Hehehe, that’s so cute~!” Thoma cooed, adoring his dog’s antics. It was also really funny how such a small dog could bring such a powerful oni down like that.

“Hahahaha! C’mohohon! Stahp it!” Itto snickered and finally managed to convince Taromarou to let up, giggling as he caught his breath.

“Are you really that ticklish, Itto?” Thoma teased with amusement. He was genuinely curious, though.

“Tch, am not! Shut up…” Itto protested, though he struggled to act grumpy because that moment was simply too sweet not to smile at.

“You sure about that? Taro sure had you fighting for your life there.” Thoma said with a chuckle.

“Psh, that was nothing! It’s not like I was dying from some puppy love.” Itto scoffed, trying to save his pride.

“Mhm, sure…” Thoma chuckled and shook his head before standing up from the floor.

“I’m not lying!” Itto retorted, standing up as well.

“I didn’t say you were!” Thoma replied.

“You-…! Pfft-…”

Neither of them could continue their banter as they laughed at the situation. Itto never failed to bring joy and sunshine wherever he went, even on the gloomiest of days. Thoma felt grateful to have him as a friend; he was always so kind and loving to him.

Perhaps he should seek him out more often…

[n1ghtdreamer]

Cyno tickle fic (ler! Reader x lee! Cyno)

WARNING! English is not my native language, sorry for possible mistakes. "Aaand… Diluc uses his ultimate and deals six points of damage!" With a satisfied smile, you swiped the last Cyno's card off the desk. He looked with surprise. "It can't be true… I was so close to winning… Just one move..." After a short silence, he continued: "Well… It was a worthy battle. I didn't expect you to beat me". You smiled: "You have a strong deck, but it looks like I was more lucky this time". "That's true..." The guy agreed, "And what reward would you like to have?" There was an awkward silence. Cyno reached into his bag in search of his wallet. When he found it, he sighed. "It looks like I really don't have any mora now.… There are a few coins left, but I need them for the way back". You stared at Cyno in silence. There was a note of embarrassment in your gaze. The guy noticed it. "Tell me already what is on your mind", he sighed. "Give me your foot," you said suddenly, lowering your eyes. "Foot?", he asked in surprise, "Why do you need it?" "I want to check something out," you replied, looking away in embarrassment. The young man shrugged, lifted his right foot and put it on the table. Blushing slightly, you grabbed the ankle and started slowly and hesitantly running your fingers over his bare foot. Cyno immediately shuddered and started twitching his foot. "Hahahay," he said in a surprised but slightly confused voice, "what are you doing?" "Satisfying my curiosity", you smiled awkwardly. You started moving your fingers faster. The young man squirmed harder, reflexively trying to avoid the tickling. Breathing deeply, he tried his best to hold back the laughter. Smiling, you scratched the middle of Cyno's sole. The guy closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, struggling to resist the reflex urges. His reaction was expectable. He was the General Mahamatra, after all, a real warrior. That meant he was really good at controlling himself. But you didn't want to give up so soon. Suddenly you attacked his toes, and the guy couldn't help but started giggling. "Hahahaha! Hehehe! Enough! Hahaha!" "What happened? Can't keep a straight face anymore?", you teased. "Mhehehe! Hahahaha! Stohop ihihit! Pleahehese!" It seemed like you'd managed to throw Cyno off balance after all. "Okay, that's enough for you," you said mischievously and finally let go of his leg. Cyno immediately hid it back under the table. "What a nonsense", the guy said awkwardly, "did you really wonder if I am ticklish?" You smiled significantly. "You held up well. It even seemed to me that you're not ticklish… However… Everyone has their weaknesses". The young man looked away, slightly embarrassed.

[anzynai]

Nothing Special

Scaramouche & Lumine (Genshin)

a/n: first fic of the year so i couldnt start it off with just anything. happy birthday scara!!! ur like my second favorite character and i surprisingly havent written for you that much (i know right?? 💔💔) anyways, he prob ooc since i dont write for him a lot but i hope its not too bad. disregard any typos you might see as well. someone needs to tickle him BAD. this was supposed to be posted later today but im impatient so youre welcome i guess. ANYWAYYYY i hope u guys enjoy <33333

summary: it’s scara’s birthday. tickles ensue.

wordcount: 1.5k

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Scaramouche’s birthday had never been anything special to him. It was nothing but another day of the year. He couldn’t count how many of them he spent crying or alone. Or both.

Eventually, he became used to being alone. Instead of feeling sad or upset or angry, he felt nothing.

He sat against the tree, reading a book he had gotten from the library at the Akademiya. He was barely a quarter in when a small bird flew atop of it, lightly pecking at his finger.

He stopped. Blinked.

“..Hello,” He muttered. The bird looked at him, chirping in response.

It hopped from the book to his wrist, its wings fluttering as it continued up his arm. Scara almost couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto his face as the bird finally perched on his shoulder, leaning against his neck.

“I suppose you can stay here. As long as you let me finish reading this,” He said to the bird. Again, another chirp, as if it actually understood.

He looked back at his book, only getting about two words in when..

“Oh, there you are!” He heard a voice calling out to him. As he was in the middle of nowhere, it was likely him who was being called. He looked to his right and lo and behold, it was the traveler walking towards him with a blue and green decorative box in her hands.

“..Hi,” Scara, the man of many words, said.

“Hi,” Lumine giggled, her expression bright as she walked up to the other. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“Oh, then you must have really needed me,” Scara replied.

Without saying anything, Lumine handed him the box in her hands. It didn’t take a genius to assume what it was. “A gift?”

“Happy birthday, Scara!” Lumine exclaimed, clapping along to her words.

Scara ignored the flutter in his chest, heart warmed by the gesture, but he kept his face straight and controlled. Sometimes, he felt as though the traveller could tell what he was feeling because she tended to notice even the smallest cues.

Instead of focusing on that, he focused on pulling the ribbon from the gift, pulling open the box.

From inside it, he pulled out a small bag of the only candy he really had ever liked. Taking a curious glance at Lumine, he could notice how it looked like it pained even her to give him black licorice. For the sake of his birthday, she stayed silent. It was an amusing sight, perhaps even better than the candy itself, Scara thought to himself.

Inside, there was also a small stuffed doll that resembled him too much to be a coincidence. “Is this.. me?”

“Yeah, it was custom-made by me and a few others. What do you think?”

He got the urge to feel for the other doll he has in his pocket, so he does. He took it out, comparing the two.

“Now your doll has a playmate,” Lumine giggled to herself. It sounds childish, like being gifted a doll.

And yet, he found he liked it quite a bit. His lip quirked up just slightly, but Lumine caught the action anyway, if the gleam in her eyes had anything to say.

As if it was excited, the bird chirped gleefully in his ear, nuzzling and poking at his neck. “H-heheey! You stop that,” Scara gasped, scrunching his neck.

“You’re ticklish?” Lumine asked, cupping her hands over her mouth and suddenly, he felt a bit embarrassed.

“…Not at all,” He answered, lying.

“Really?” She tilted her head, staying silent for a moment that lingered too long to be anything but suspicious. Then a second later, she had this scary looking smirk that Scara found he didn’t particularly know where this was going. “So you won’t laugh or anything if I do this?”

The ‘this’ in question was Lumine quickly reaching out to grab his sides before he could stop her, squeezing gently. He flinched, unprepared and a blush arose on his pale skin.

“Lumine—“

“Ah, you lied,” Lumine tutted. “Birthday or not, don’t you think you deserve some form of punishment?”

Where was the almost too kind Lumine and who replaced her?

“Don’t you d-AHAHARE— stohop!” Scara felt his sides being kneading into some more, sensitive tingles spreading throughout his body unbearably. It was a feeling that was once foreign to him, but has since found himself quite found in these past months since meeting Nahida and a few others who insisted on bothering him each time they crossed paths. He hated to say that even then, he quite enjoyed their presence. He never realized how nice it was not being alone.

“You’re so cute! Who’d have thought you’d be so ticklish?” Lumine cooed, in a way where he couldn’t tell if she was teasing or didn’t realize the effect of her words. Her quick and nimble fingers found his ribs, lightly grazing and tracing over each rib. Like a piano, his laughter rose the higher she got. The bird, seemingly encouraged, began pecking gently against his neck again, causing him to scrunch up more, bringing his knees up to himself.

He felt the urge to kick out, but resisted with all his might, not particularly wanting to hurt Lumine or the bird.

“S-stohohop thihihis..!” He sputtered, trying to bite his lip to conceal his laughter, which apparently had the success rate of 0% if the fact that there was still laughter pouring from his lips was anything to go by.

“Should I give you some mercy for your birthday?”

“Luhuhumine! Y-you…!” Scara could barely say anything when she started digging into his underarms, a spot that he hadn’t known was so sensitive until recently.

“Yes? No? I need an answer,” Lumine sighed, slowly and dramatic. Scara wanted to roll his eyes, but he was a bit too distracted to pull off the action effectively.

He curled in on himself, his arms clamped to his sides, but Lumine was always stronger than she appeared, able to tickle him anyway. He felt much weaker by the tickling, which he was sure also helped give her the advantage.

“O-ohohokay, yehehes! Nohoho mohohore!” Scara shouted, at last, feeling overwhelmed by the ticklish sensations. Lumine relented, giggling proudly at herself. The bird continued pecking softly at his neck for a few more seconds, residual giggles falling from the wanderer’s lips. Eventually, it hopped onto his cupped hands.

“That was fun,” She admitted. “I don’t get to tickle people often, but I like making them laugh,” She added, with a sort-of melancholic look in her eye. Scara didn’t ask, getting the sense that she didn’t want to talk about it.

“For you, maybe,” He replied, to keep up appearances, but a part of him was already craving more.

“Now come on,” She stood, holding out her hand for him to grab. “Let’s go.”

“Go?” He asked, because he didn’t realize he was supposed to be anywhere.

“I’m not letting you spend your birthday alone—“ The bird chirped at that. “Okay, mostly alone, with your nose in a book. I’m taking you out to eat. My treat.” She insisted, flexing her fingers to urge him to grab her hand. This time, he took it.

He walked with her to a restaurant that he had always seen, but had always walked past. The second the doors opened, he squinted his eyes at the darkness.

“Are you sure this place is—“

“Surprise!” Multiple voices shouted out at once and the light flickered on. Confetti shot into the air, popping loudly.

Adjusting to the light, he saw that there were more people than he thought, all of them which he recognized as people he had, “against his will” he often claimed, became quite acquainted with.

Sethos. Nahida. Paimon. Tighnari and Cyno, as well as Kaveh and Alhaitham, the two pairs seemingly a package deal at gatherings like this. There was also Nilou and Collei. Even though he would never admit it, he had grew quite fond of each of them, getting along with him much better than he thought he was capable of.

“Happy birthday!” each of them congratulated him, and he mumbled his thanks in a bit of a daze. The tips of his ears were hot and no matter what he did, he couldn’t stop it.

“How are you feeling?” Lumine smiled next to him, as everyone chatted with one another. He heard Kaveh and Alhaitham bickering with each other as Nilou giggled at the sight. Collei and Sethos seemed to be engaged in conversation as well and Tighnari seemed to be miserable as Cyno tried to tell everyone bad joke after bad joke.

He grumbled. “There’s quite a bit of people here,” He replied. Lumine turned to look at him. “But I guess company like this isn’t so bad once in a while. So.. thank you.” He admitted, feeling himself turn a way, feeling a bit flustered as he fidgeted with his doll in his pocket.

Lumine chuckled beside him.

Thank you. He thought to himself. Maybe my birthday can be something special if I get to spend it with all of you.

[monmonlil]

[golden-chiivalry]

strange behaviour (haikaveh)

🪸 ;; pairing -> alhaitham x kaveh (genshin impact) ;

🪸 ;; fic type -> fluff, can be read as romantic or platonic ;

🪸 ;; warnings -> none ;

🪸 ;; author’s note -> woaaaa first fic !! i recently got back to genshin after quitting during sumeru release, and kaveh stole my heart 💔 so here’s some kaveh bullying bcuz he took his sweet, sweet time coming home :)

sorry if they’re ooc :(

🪸 ;; masterpost

🪸 ;; ao3

it didn’t take the scribe too long to notice something was off about his roommate. he knew the man like the back of his own hand; he could tell when something was wrong.

and his senses were telling him something was up. kaveh was behaving strangely.

he’d linger in places alhaitham was at, casting him strange looks, he’d try to initiate conversation or playful banter, and most surprisingly of all, he’d been dropping vague, almost unnoticeable hints of craving… something.

did alhaitham figure out what it was? not yet. the architect was making it quite hard. what could kaveh possibly want from alhaitham?

perhaps he was behaving like this because of his job? alhaitham has heard many stories of his “moronic” clients, most of those being drunken confessions from the blonde.

his “strange” behaviour continued over the weeks, until alhaitham physically got fed up with the constant hint dropping, lingering glances.

he waited for kaveh to return, sitting on the couch with his arms folded over his chest. “kaveh” the scribe spoke sternly, staring at his roommate. the latter returned his gaze, his crimson eyes filling with confusion as he stared back at alhaitham.

“yes?” “couch. now”

kaveh wanted to refuse. he didn’t have time for this! but at the same time, this could be a chance to get what he wants… right?

the architect reluctantly sat down next to alhaitham, fidgeting with his hands nervously. “you’ve been behaving stranger than usual.” alhaitham said bluntly, matter of factly. kaveh scoffed at that. “my behaviourism hasn’t changed a bit. you’re seeing things” alhaitham frowned at that. “and now you’re lying.”

kaveh froze. fuck. he got caught.

“what?!” he squawked, attempting to hide his clear nervousness at alhaitham’s statement. “i am not!” “you clearly are.” the scribe sighed. the two went back and forth for a while, their argument ending with a surprised squeal from kaveh when alhaitham’s hand dug into his side.

“what was that for?!” the architect said shakily, swatting at alhaitham’s hand. alhaitham was silent.

in one move, he pulled kaveh down onto his lap, his legs holding the other’s arms down. “a-alhaitham? what are you— wahahahait no!”

kaveh’s words were cut off by giggling as alhaitham’s hands dug into his sides again, his fingers fluttering up and down and drawing out loud squeals of laughter. “ahahahalhaitham! stohohohohop thahat!” he whined, squirming around in the scribe’s hold. “i will if you explain your behaviour to me, kaveh.” alhaitham replied blankly, continuing to tickle and squeeze kaveh’s sides. “hahahahaithahaham! wahahah nooo!” the architect squealed, kicking his legs out. he squawked in protest when alhaitham’s hands moved up to his ribs. “nahahahaha! nohohot theheheree!”

a ghost of a smile crosses alhaitham’s face as he spidered his hands over his poor roommate’s ribs.

“you know how to make it stop, kaveh” alhaitham answered truthfully, biting back a smile at kaveh’s embarrassingly loud squeals. “youhuhuhu bahahahahastard!!” he yelped, trying to give alhaitham an unhappy frown. it had no effect, though. his frown looked more like a crooked smile. “i ahahaham your sehehehenior! youhuhu behehehetter shohohow some respehehehect!” “that’s not nice, kaveh.” alhaitham chided, scribbling his fingers across kaveh’s tummy, which resulted in loud laughter and protests from his senior. “you ought to set a better example for your junior.”

at this point, kaveh’s mind went blank. all he could process was the unbearably ticklish sensations of alhaitham tickling his tummy and hips. he shrieked when the scribe’s hands shot to his hips and thighs, his laughter reaching an even higher octave.

“hahahahahahaithaAHAHaham!! pleEHEHEheheseee!” kaveh begged, tears of mirth pooling in his eyes as he kept on laughing and squealing. “will you talk to me now?” alhaitham questioned nonchalantly, as if he wasn’t sending the poor architect to his very own grave with tickles right now. “i wihihihill i WIHIHILL! juhuhust stahahap ihihit!!”

the scribe did as told, raising his hands up ever so slightly. kaveh panted, attempting to catch his breath after alhaitham’s cruel attack.

“y-you are so mean…” kaveh breathed out, resting his head against alhaitham’s side. “so i’ve been told” came the reply. “well? will you talk now, or do i need to persuade you more?”

kaveh shuddered at his roommate’s tone of voice, his face heating up as a blush dusted his cheeks. “well i uh…” he stuttered, avoiding alhaitham’s gaze at all costs. “you?” “i… wanted attention..” kaveh sighed. “your attention.”

alhaitham paused at that. kaveh, someone who claims to hate alhaitham, wanted his attention?

“oh.” the scribe replied, unsure of what to say. kaveh blushed furiously, hoping the couch would swallow him whole and let him hide for all eternity.

“y-you were busier than usual! of course i’d start to miss you!” the architect whined. “ugh, you are so horrible!” “you should’ve said so, kaveh.” alhaitham smirked, scratching at kaveh’s armpits, earning himself a loud screech of laughter. “i would’ve paid you some attention.”

“wahahahahaha!! haithahaham nohohoho wahahahait!”

[gargalezthesia]

Hear me out; soft ler Diluc

Any headcanons, friend?

Oh Do I

Some of these sound a bit romantic, my inner diluc yumeshipper came out lol

I feel like he’s not the type to actually wreck you unless asked

If you asked him for more gentle tickles he’d be happy to oblige !!!

Asks to do anything/makes sure you’re okay before tickling you. “Can I pull your shirt up?” “Are you comfortable enough? Nothing hurts?”

He has long-ish nails? Only really files them when they get in the way of his work, so you might end up regretting asking for it gentle LOL

His favorite spot to tickle someone at is probably their stomach, raking his nails up and down or scribbling gently over your lower stomach :3c

If you have a favorite spot, he will notice. He’ll take note of the way your smile gets wider and you stop squirming as much. He’ll prod at that spot for as loooong as he can

Probably have to talk about a safeword, even if he’s being gentle. He’ll end up stopping the moment you say stop, can’t tell if you actually mean it or not. Doesn’t wanna hurt you ☹️

Instead of pinning you down, he’ll pull you into his lap and tickle you. If you genuinely want to get away, you can. Also gives him the opportunity to cuddle up to you while making you laugh! It’s like heaven to him!!

Probably likes blowing raspberries if you’re especially close with him. Gentle ones on your neck to make you snort, and if he’s in the position, of course he’ll blow one on your stomach.

Conclusion: He’s as happy as you are when he tickles you.

[yellowelectroslime]

Tickletober 2024 Day 9: Wake up!

Pairing: Lee!Kaveh, Ler!Alhaitham - Romantic

Word count: 588

[notes: I love sleepy tiggles its so cute. I also love kaveh x alhaitham. Ehehehee, sorry this is short btw, I didn;t have many ideas ૮(˶ㅠ︿ㅠ)ა]

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It was currently 7:30 am exactly. This would have been the ideal time for Alhaitham to get up from bed to prepare for his duties at the Akademiya, if not for the sleeping blonde beside him. He slowly opened his eyes, slowly stirring back into consciousness, and taking in his surroundings. Golden rays of light seeped through the thick curtains of his room, a warm blanket was thrown over both of them, and he could feel the arm of his lover thrown over his torso.

Alhaitham tried sitting up from his position but was unfortunately dragged back down onto the bed by said blonde. Alhaitham’s heart fluttered at the sight of his partner sleeping so peacefully without a hint of stress in his facial expression. Oh… it was like Alhaitham was falling in love all over again.

The grey-haired man felt Kaveh stirring in his sleep, the grip of his hug tightening a bit around Alhaitham and it looked like Kaveh didn’t want to move any time soon… 

Suddenly, an idea came to him. The scribe moved around on the bed and brought Kaveh into a tight and comforting hug. His face scrunching up cutely as Kaveh began to wake up from the movement. “Ngggh… Alhaitham, it’s too early…” Kaveh whined, tightening his grip on Alhaitham, for someone with such a lean body, he sure had some strength.

Alhaitham sighed “Kaveh, it’s time for me to wake up”, he gently shook the sleepy Kaveh, resulting in another stubborn whine coming from the blonde. Oh well, at least he had a reason to use his plan now.

The scribe slowly lowered his hands to Kaveh’s sides and gave them an experimental squeeze, causing the architect to yelp and immediately clamp his arms down. The flustered look on his face was absolutely priceless. ���Al-alhaitham, don’t you dare…”

A teasing chuckle came from Alhaitham, “Oh, I dare” and immediately, the slender, long fingers worked their way around Kaveh’s torso. The thin pajama shirt doing nothing to protect him from the onslaught of tickles.

Sweet giggles poured out of Kaveh’s mouth and he sleepily tried to escape from Alhaitham’s death (but also very comforting) grip, yet Alhaitham’s grasp on him was unwavering. Alhaitham’s fingers traveled up towards Kaveh’s ribs and scribbled on his ribs at lightning speed, making him squirm around like an adorable fish out of water. “NyahahaAHAh- AhHAhahai-ahahaithahaham, yohohou wihin- YOhohoHU wihiHIN!” a bright smile dawned his face along with a light pink blush.

Alhaitham, however, opted to stay silent, continuing his ticklish assault all while Kaveh was letting out sleepy giggles. How cruel was Alhaitham to absolutely torture Kaveh after not even 5 minutes of waking him up?

However, he decided to take pity on his boyfriend. He changed from faster scribbles on one of his worst spots to lighter and softer tickles on his stomach, making the blonde light-heartedly laugh and squirm around on the bed, softly pawing at Alhaitham’s hand. “Okhahay, I’m uhuhp- ehehe…”

After a few more moments of the light banter between them, Alhaitham stopped giving his boyfriend a moment to catch his breathe and a well-deserved break. “You’re such a dick, ‘Haitham.” Kaveh grumbled under his breath, a soft blush still visible on his cheeks and ears. 

Alhaitham gave Kaveh a playful glare before smirking “You think what I did was bad? I can go waaaay worse” 

“Wa-wait Al-alhaitham I was joking! Waitwaitwait wahahaHAAHIT NOHhohOHo!” It looks like Alhaitham will need to file a report stating why he was late to work later…

[gabe-76]

Kinda an anatomy test

(i used a 3d model reference for it)

[aticklishpercivalwriter]

A Teasy Time~

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.

“I wasn’t done with you, naughty bee~”

“Wait! I-I’m sorry! It’s- HAHAHAHA! SCAHAHARAHAHA!”

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.

“NOHOHOHO! HOHOHONEHEHEY! I-I’M SOHOHORRYEHEHE! DOHOHON’T DOHOHO THIHI- HAHAHA!”

His lover didn’t bother to hear the rest, crawling a hand behind his back and scribbling.

“BWAHAHAHAHA! M-MOCHIHIHIHI!”

He twisted onto his side before falling back and legs kicking out in response to the overwhelming sensations racking through his body.

“Aw, that’s cute. Calling me nicknames again. That’s not going to save you, my love~”

“PLEHEHEASE! I’M SOHORRY! I’M SAHAHAHARWY! PLE- NAHAHAHA!”

“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~”

—

Thank you for reading! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays again! :) Hope the wait was worth it ;) -Perz ~Risus Amoris~

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SEE YOU ALL IN THE NEW YEAR!!

Thank you @otomiyaa for commissioning! I wish you happy new year! 💜

[xxtheophilusxx]

The Relentless Sparring

Summary: In this story, two skilled individuals engage in a spirited and playful competition. During their session, one character uses an unexpected tactic, leading to surprising and lighthearted reactions. As their interaction unfolds, they discover a deeper connection and camaraderie, revealing a bond that goes beyond their usual rivalry. The story explores how moments of playfulness and vulnerability can strengthen their relationship.

Warnings: Tickling Word count: 1.7k

Note: Happy birthday @einhvergaur! See? I remembered! Hope you like it big bro. :D

The sun was beginning to set over Sumeru City, casting a golden hue across the training grounds. The air was cool and crisp, the fading daylight casting long shadows as Scaramouche and Sethos prepared for their evening sparring session. The gentle rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds added a tranquil backdrop to the tension that crackled between the two combatants.

Scaramouche stood at one end of the field, his usual air of aloof confidence softened by the setting sun. His dark, elegant attire fluttered slightly with each breath he took. He glanced over at Sethos, who was in the midst of his warm-up routine. Sethos’ movements were smooth and fluid, each stretch and flex demonstrating both his physical prowess and his relaxed demeanor. His eyes, sharp and focused, occasionally flickered with a mischievous glint.

“Ready?” Sethos called out, his voice carrying an unmistakable note of playfulness.

Scaramouche arched an eyebrow, his gaze sharp and calculating. “I’ve been ready for a long time.”

With a nod, Sethos acknowledged the challenge. The signal was given, and the two immediately fell into their well-rehearsed combat routine. The sound of their weapons clashing rang out as they exchanged blows, each strike met with precision and agility. Scaramouche’s movements were sharp and decisive, a testament to his formidable skill. Sethos, on the other hand, danced around the field with a grace that made his every move look effortless.

As the fight progressed, Sethos began to notice the intensity with which Scaramouche focused on each strike. The usual calm and collected exterior was replaced by a single-minded determination that left him vulnerable to unexpected tactics. It was a weakness Sethos had observed before, and tonight, he decided to exploit it.

During a particularly aggressive exchange, Sethos saw his chance. He sidestepped a powerful swing from Scaramouche and, with a deft motion, let his fingers graze Scaramouche’s side. The light touch was enough to make Scaramouche flinch, his concentration momentarily disrupted.

“What are you—” Scaramouche began, but his words were cut off by an unexpected burst of laughter. Sethos had seized the opportunity to lightly tickle Scaramouche’s ribs, his fingers moving with a practiced ease.

The reaction was immediate and intense. Scaramouche’s usually stoic expression melted into an involuntary grin, his eyes widening in surprise. A series of loud, bubbling giggles erupted from him, “Hehehe! No, stop—hahaa—”

Sethos, clearly enjoying the reaction, didn’t relent. His fingers continued their relentless dance along Scaramouche’s ribs, probing for the most sensitive spots. Scaramouche’s laughter grew louder and more uncontrollable, his attempts to swat Sethos' hands away only making the tickling more pronounced. “Hahaha—Sethos, stop! Hahaha!”

Despite his best efforts to maintain composure, Scaramouche’s laughter became a torrent of sound. His usually sharp and controlled demeanor was replaced by a breathless, almost helpless giggle that echoed across the training grounds. “Heehee—no, not there—hahaha—”

Sethos was unrelenting. He moved his tickling fingers up to Scaramouche’s stomach, pressing into the soft skin just below the ribcage. Scaramouche’s laughter reached a crescendo, his voice rising to a high-pitched squeal with each new touch. “Hahaha—no, not there—hahaha—”

Scaramouche twisted and turned, his movements becoming increasingly frantic as he tried to escape the relentless tickling. Sethos, however, knew exactly where to target to get the best reactions. He moved his fingers to Scaramouche’s lower back, where he was particularly sensitive. The sound of Scaramouche’s laughter turned into an almost hysterical, high-pitched cackle, his hands flying to cover his sensitive areas.

“Ahaha—no more, please—hahaha!” Scaramouche begged, his laughter becoming a mix of desperation and amusement. His face was flushed, and he could barely catch his breath.

Finally, Sethos relented, stepping back with a satisfied grin. He watched as Scaramouche bent over, gasping for air, his laughter slowly tapering off into soft, residual giggles. The intensity of the tickling had left Scaramouche breathless and disheveled, his normally impeccable composure momentarily undone.

Sethos approached, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Admit it, Scara. You’re just as human as the rest of us.”

Scaramouche glared up at him, though the frustration in his eyes was tempered by a reluctant smile. “You’re lucky I don’t shock you right now.”

Sethos chuckled, a genuine warmth in his voice. “Maybe next time, you’ll actually beat me.”

Scaramouche straightened up, trying to regain his composure. He took a deep breath, his expression still a mix of annoyance and reluctant amusement. “Next time, you’re going down.”

As they walked back towards the city, the sky was painted with hues of orange and pink. The playful banter and light teasing had created a different kind of warmth between them, one that was not merely physical but emotional as well. The shared laughter and teasing had fostered a connection that went beyond the usual competitive spirit of their sparring sessions.

Sethos glanced at Scaramouche, noticing the subtle shift in his demeanor. The usual mask of indifference was replaced by a softer expression, one that hinted at a deeper affection. “You know,” Sethos said, his tone more reflective, “I didn’t expect you to be so… ticklish.”

Scaramouche shot him a sideways glance, a smirk tugging at his lips. “And I didn’t expect you to be so relentless.”

Sethos laughed, a rich, warm sound that seemed to echo the fading light of the day. “What can I say? I like to keep things interesting.”

They continued their walk in companionable silence for a moment, the playful teasing of their sparring session giving way to a quieter, more reflective mood. Scaramouche found himself thinking about the nature of their relationship. The tickling, the laughter—it was all part of a dynamic that he had come to appreciate more than he would openly admit.

As they approached the city’s edge, the evening air was filled with the soft hum of the city coming to life. Street vendors were setting up their stalls, and the distant sounds of music and conversation drifted through the streets. Sethos stopped and turned to Scaramouche, his eyes earnest.

“You know,” Sethos said, his voice lower and more serious, “I enjoy our matches, but I also enjoy these moments. The ones where we can just… be ourselves.”

Scaramouche met his gaze, the playful light in his eyes softened by something more genuine. “I suppose I do too. Even if you do get under my skin.”

Sethos grinned, reaching out to give Scaramouche a friendly, albeit slightly mischievous, pat on the back. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Scaramouche rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile that crept onto his face. “You know, for all your teasing, you’re not so bad yourself.”

Sethos laughed, the sound bright and infectious. “And you’re not so bad either. Maybe next time, we’ll see if you can handle a different kind of challenge.”

Scaramouche raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? And what might that be?”

Sethos’ grin widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’ll have to wait and see. But I promise it’ll be just as fun.”

As they entered the city, the night was fully upon them, the streets alive with the vibrant energy of Sumeru’s nightlife. Scaramouche and Sethos walked side by side, their earlier competition giving way to a comfortable camaraderie.

Scaramouche found himself reflecting on the evening’s events. The playful tickling, the laughter—it had all been part of a larger tapestry that made up their relationship. Beneath the surface of their competitive matches and playful banter was a genuine connection, one built on mutual respect and an understanding of each other’s quirks.

The evening continued with easy conversation and light-hearted banter, the warmth of their companionship a soothing balm to the rigors of their training. Scaramouche and Sethos enjoyed their time together, knowing that their bond was something truly special, strengthened by both their competitive spirit and their shared moments of joy.

And as they parted ways later that night, Scaramouche felt a sense of anticipation for their next encounter. The playful tickling, the laughter, and the camaraderie were all part of a relationship that he had come to cherish more than he would ever admit. It was a bond built on mutual respect, understanding, and a shared sense of humor—a bond that would continue to grow and evolve with each passing day.

[undercovergamer]

❤️Squirmy Worm❤️

⚠️This fic focuses mainly on tickling. Please do not read it if that upsets you.⚠️

Yes I’m postponing my only requests to make a fic on a whim, so what? It’s my blog and I don’t get to choose my whims ✨🐊✨ just know, anon, they’re definitely in the works and have many words written, I just need to write more and proof read and so on. sorry for taking so long 🐀 I was depressed but I recovered 👍👍👍

anyways have this bite sized fic :3

Word Count: 890

Sometimes, when there’s nothing else to do, Gorou will seek out Itto to spend time with him. Usually they play some silly games, but this time they chose to snuggle, all nice and toasty in their cozy bed. Sometimes they would ask each other silly questions as a way to bond. It was a fun activity, and a real nice way to spend time together.

“Itto…?” Gorou laid snuggled up next to his lover, hugging him from the side while his head rested on his chest.

“Mm? What’s up, pup?” Itto smiled and gently squeezed him closer, nuzzling his cheek against the warrior’s head. The soft hair felt so nice brushed up against him like that.

“Mm… would you still love me if I was a worm?” Gorou asked with sincerity, glancing up at his partner’s surprised look. He was only joking around for funsies.

“Pfft, what? Of course I would, ya goober! I’ll love you no matter what!” Itto exclaimed, chuckling at such a silly question.

“Hehe~ really? Even if I was a slimey worm? Wouldn’t that be gross?” Gorou asked, grinning playfully as Itto adjusted his position.

“Yeah… heh, bet I could turn ya into a worm right now~ hahaha!” Itto teased, moving to hover over his partner with a mischievous look.

“Hahaha! How would you do that, hm?” Gorou chuckled when he got rolled to his back as a result, smiling at the oni while wagging his tail.

“Oh, just you wait. I’ll turn you into my favorite kind~” Itto teased, sticking the tip of his tongue out in a silly expression.

“Mhm? Heh… I-I hope you don’t mean the slimey one…” Gorou’s ears lowered nervously.

“Nah, it’s not... it’s a different one!”

“Huh? Wh-! Hey!” His relief was short-lived.

Itto snickered and grabbed the blanket, attempting to wrap Gorou up in it, but the canine had other plans and put up a fight instead, squirming and trying to wrestle his way out while laughing with amusement.

“C’mon! Co-operate, will ya? Hold still!” Itto complained, pinning the other down against the bed.

“Ack-! Let me go! Hahahaha!” Gorou laughed, having fun with their silly game even though he failed to escape.

“Ah, what the heck…” Itto dropped his previous plan and simply raised Gorou’s arms above his head, gently, but firmly, holding his wrists down with one hand.

“H-Heh…! Whoa, w-wait!! What are you doinnggg??” Gorou questioned nervously, giggling already as his shirt slipped up a little. His ears twitched and his tail wiggled with excitement…

“Heh~ Who’s my little squirmy worm?” Itto didn’t answer his question, deciding to tickle without warning instead, which made the general squeal loudly.

“EEK!! NahahahAHAHAH!! Stahahahahahahap!!” He exclaimed with surprise, squirming around like crazy. Itto laughed, tickling the other’s armpits one at a time, switching between them to make him squeal and wriggle in different directions.

“Ooh, look at you go! Hahaha! Tickle tickle tickle~” the oni teased, letting go of Gorou’s wrists to tickle his sides with both hands instead. If he hadn’t switched it up, the poor boy would’ve suffered. “Tickle tickle~!” Still, all that teasing was driving him up the wall.

“Nahahahahahaha!! Nahahat thahahahahat!!” Gorou’s high pitched laughter spread throughout the room as he wiggled and flailed, free to move wherever he could since Itto wasn’t sitting on his legs this time. He usually doesn’t, anyway, since Gorou is short (lol).

“Hahaha! You’re so cute~ I love your little giggles so much…” Itto said lovingly, smiling at the other with pure adoration on his face as his tickling slowed, his nails gently tracing the tummy under the canine’s shirt.

“Eheheeheheheehee!! You’re sohohoho mehehehean!!” Gorou hid his face in his hands, giggling up a storm while happily wagging his tail. Even though the sensation was very, very ticklish, he found the softness of it comforting somehow.

“Heheh! You love it~” Itto said, moving one hand to pet Gorou’s head and play with his hair.

“Eehehehehehehee~!!”

“Who’s a good boy~? Who’s a good boy~??” Itto ruffled Gorou’s hair, pausing the tickling to rub his ears with both hands instead.

“Mhmhmhm~ hehehehe~! I-I am! Hehe…!” Gorou felt very brave for answering that. Usually he’d die of embarrassment…

“Oh yes you are! Yes you are! Oh, you’re so cute…” Itto struggled to contain his cute aggression, ruffling the other’s hair some more before growling and tickling him silly. “I just can’t contain myself! You’re way too adorable not to destroy!” he exclaimed, playfully scribbling at whichever spot he could reach, adoring each and every squeak, shriek, and hysterical laugh he got out of the other.

The tickling went on til Gorou’s squirms got less frequent, and they resumed their warm snuggles soon after. Gorou laid on top of Itto, resting his head against his chest as if it were a pillow. His cheeks were rosy, his tail was wagging gently, and his smile hadn’t left his face while he panted.

“Heh… ehehe… huff… hehe…” He’d had a lot of fun, now resting after so much silliness and laughter.

“I love you, my lil’ squirmy wormy~” Itto teased, adjusting their blanket and hugging his darling close, petting his fluffy hair and ears.

“Heheh! I-I love you too… but don’t call me that!” Oh, how he wish he could get proper payback for once… Perhaps that day would come soon.

One can only hope…