#ler!kazuha

[lovelynim]

(Un)wanted company

Genshin Impact - Heizou x Kazuha x Scaramouche

A/N: Happy birthday Miaaaa ( @ticklygiggles )!! I'm so sorry for not being very subtle about it. I hope you can see how much I appreciate your friendship and your company with this little fic. Love you, *mwah*!

Summary: Scaramouche overslept, which gave the perfect oportunity for his partners to do something about it.

Word count: 1323 words

Scaramouche gritted his teeth, slightly scrunching up his shoulders as he tried to sink into the mattress and run from the two attentive gazes that hovered over him. He wanted to curse, but the last bits of wit inside his head reminded him that it would only worsen his predicament. 

“Isn’t he the cutest, Kazuha?” Heizou cooed, tilting his head and resting his hand against his own cheek. 

Kazuha - or, as Scaramouche would address him - the other bastard, promptly nodded, gently moving his hand through Scaramouche’s hair, making the latter practically hiss at him. “Indeed. He looked so adorable in his sleep, but I still think that nothing beat his angry face ~”

Scaramouche clenched his hands and kicked his legs, but all for nought. With Heizou making himself comfortable on top of his stomach and Kazuha sitting on his arms, Scaramouche was firmly pinned down by his partners’ weight for archons-know-how-long. All he ever wanted were five more minutes of sleep, just that and nothing else. But, perhaps, this was the price he had to pay for deciding to live surrounded by idiots.

After a couple more attempts of freeing himself, Scaramouche groaned, forced to admit and recognize he was at the mercy of the other two. “I will kill you two if you don’t let me go right now,” he muttered, an awful frown taking place in his face as he looked down to Heizou and, then, back up to Kazuha.

His threat, however, didn’t seem to work as intended. The two exchanged looks before scoffing at it and chuckling with amusement. “Oh, Kuni, don’t be angry,” Kazuha hummed, stroking Scaramouche’s cheek.

“Besides,” Heizou mused as he rested his hands against Scaramouche’s sides, “it’s your fault for oversleeping.”

Those words made Scaramouche’s heart drop inside his chest, his eyes widening as he connected the pieces together: barely a couple of days ago, it was Heizou the one that refused to get out of bed. While Scaramouche wanted to kick him out, Kazuha suggested a more gentle, but effective approach - which Scaramouche promptly adopted.

He never expected to have the tables turned on him like that.

“D-don’t you da-AHARE!”

Heizou grinned, the corner of his lips curling up in a wicked manner as he poked each of Scaramouche’s sides at the same time. “Or what, Kuni?” Heizou mused, chuckling as he saw the frustrated - and flustered - look on his partner’s face. “That’s what I thought.”

Wasting not a single more second, Heizou continued to savor his sweet revenge, scratching and wiggling his fingers over Scaramouche’s sides and stomach, gently dragging his short nails over the thin cloth that protected his skin.

“NahAHaha– K-KaedaHAhara, lehehet goHOHO!” Scaramouche laughed, pressing the back of his head in Kazuha’s lap and clenching his hands, hoping to, somehow, free them.

But despite his calls for aid, Kazuha seemed interested in answering them. The samurai shook his head, smiling gently, “I can’t, Kuni. Heizou asked me to help him, it wouldn’t be fair if I switched sides now.”

“You could be helping me instead, hm?” Heizou suggested, pinching Scaramouche’s waist in a way that made him want to crawl out of his skin, “I remember how you clearly joined him, Kazuha ~” Heizou whined, even pouting while his hands continued the onslaught on Scaramouche’s body.

As if the tickling wasn’t bad enough, Scaramouche thought, he still had to deal with the other two bickering at a time like this. “A-ah, but, Heizou-”

“I see, you like him better, don’t you? You even gave him a nickname that I’m not allowed to use,” Heizou feigned a saddened expression, digging into Scaramouche’s ribs, “you hear that, Ku-ni-ku-zu-shi? He loves you more!”

“S-SHuhuHUT UP!” Scaramouche cackled. As a matter of fact, Kazuha wasn’t allowed to call him by that nickname, but it never stopped him. Still, to think Heizou would make a scene - even if it was a fake one - over it… “E-nOHOhough, yohohou brahAHahat!”

 “That’s not it, Heizou, and you kno-”

“Then,” Heizou interrupted him again, also stopping the tickling this time. He pressed his hands on Scaramouche’s chest as he leaned forward, closing the distance between him and Kazuha, “help me tickle him, Kazuha ~”

“I-”

“Don’t- hahh… d-don’t you dare side with him, Kaedahara!” Scaramouche uttered, still out of breath and having a hard time catching it up with Heizou’s weight on his chest. 

This was bad, Kazuha thought, as a shy, but confused smile took place in his lips. If he helped Heizou, Kuni would be mad at him for days, weeks even… but if he listened to Kuni, then Heizou would be the one getting upset.

Still, he had to decide And, in times like these, he always opted for the fairest decision, which was…

“Sigh, sorry, Kuni,” Kazuha chuckled softly, “I will make it up to you later.”

A mix of reactions filled the room at that moment: Heizou beamed with excitement, cheering his little victory, while Scaramouche widened his eyes in disbelief, facing what he would later name as his fourth betrayal.

“I hahAHATE YOHOHOU!” Scaramouche cackles echoed through his final words, pressing his eyes shut and thrashing his head as Kazuha moved his hands to tickle him under his pinned, restrained arms.

Despite the threats and curses, neither Kazuha nor Heizou seemed to feel intimidated. In fact, it only made them more amused. Seeing Scaramouche trying to be scary while that sweet, angry laughter poured from his lips was worth whatever the scolding they would get later on.

While Kazuha gently fluttered his fingers over Scaramouche’s underarms, going down to his ribs and then back up to his forearms from time to time, Heizou was a little more fierce, scratching, prodding and pinching wherever his fingers could reach. It didn’t take long for small tears of mirth to begin to cling at Scaramouche’s lashes, threatening to roll down his rosy cheeks as he shook his head in a loud fit of laughter. 

“Heizou, don’t be so mean,” Kazuha muttered with a hint - but just a hint - of concern in his voice. Heizou rolled his eyes - not that Scaramouche could see that through as the two wreak ticklish havoc in his body, but it’s still something worth to mention. “You’ll hurt him.”

“Why are you so worried, it’s not like he needs to breathe, right?” Heizou hummed, rubbing his thumbs over Scaramouche’s waist, making him squeal loudly, “he always reminds us of that when kissing… he is the mean one, not me!”

“CahAHAn you t-two stahAHAhap?!” Scaramouche groaned, not knowing if it was worse when Kazuha and Heizou paid full attention to him or when they ignored him completely. All he knew was that his cheeks hurt from laughing, and so did his stomach. 

Exchanging looks, Kazuha and Heizou nodded, deciding to listen to Scaramouche’s request this time and make the tickling come to a halt. As they lifted their hands, the other’s body went limp in their bed, his head resting in Kazuha’s lap, still high, light from laughing. 

“Y-you- agh…” Scaramouche wheezed, barely noticing the shifting behind him as Kazuha fred his hands. “I h-hahate you two…”

“No, you don’t,” Heizou teased, letting his body fall next to Scaramouche and laying by his side, “you love us.”

“And we love you too,” Kazuha added sweetly, making Scaramouche cringe at his words. Under complaints and groans, the duo giggled, kissing each of Scaramouche’s cheeks at the same time.

“G-get off me!” Scaramouche hissed, pressing his hands against his partners’ chests and trying to push them away.

“Fine, fine,” Heizou laughed, sitting up, “let’s get something to eat. I’m starving!” He beamed, hopping out of the bed and getting followed by a worried Kazuha that tried to convince him to wait.

Alone, again, in their bedroom, Scaramouche finally sat up. He looked at the door, listening to the noises from the other part of their house and sighing. Maybe having some company wasn’t so bad, after all…

[aticklishpercivalwriter]

Understanding Feelings

Tickletober 2024 - Day 3: Cleaning

Link(s) to Art: Kinich (@ToffyNarufy); Kazuha (@Genshin_7)

Summary: Kinich is jealous he can’t spend as much time with Aether compared to a certain Adeptus. Kazuha talks to him about it.

A/N: This took way longer than I wanted it to. I wasn’t sure how to describe everyone’s feelings in the poly ship and make it flow, but I made it work out in the end…to my liking at least. It isn’t easy writing with so many characters and considering how they love one another but I hope it comes off clear and to your liking. If you have any suggestions on how to write poly ships and all that, let me know. Even though it is self-indulgent, I want to do it right. On another note, hopefully, I did these two justice since I haven’t seen much fan work of them. Kinda nervous when you write a ship that’s not established or recognized in the fandom. Nonetheless, hope you enjoy this one :)

Word Count: 1656 Also on AO3!

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“Well, that’s not edible.”

Kazuha, Sethos, and Kinich stared at the smoking pan that held what was supposed to be the pumpkin pie but was now a scorched, black waste.

“And more like a pile of garbage.”

Sethos and Kazuha eyed Kinich with an amused look.

“You're starting to sound like Ajaw. Are you sure he hasn't taken over your body?”

“I'm myself, don’t worry.”

Sethos went to open the window to get rid of the residual smoke while Kinich threw the contents of the pan in the trash.

“I’ll get the ingredients and stuff to bake a new one,” Sethos says. “You both can clean the kitchen.”

Before either of them could say anything, Sethos was out of the house.

“He's just like Gaming, always ready to help out,” Kazuha chuckled.

He looked over in the dining room and saw Gaming and Heizou hanging up the decorations. Heizou sitting on his shoulders putting up the decorations.

Gahahaming! Dohohon't squeeze my thihighs lihihike thahahat! I’ll fahahahall!

I’ll stop once you finish, so just work faster~

“Kaz, we got cleaning to do,” Kinich called out to him.

“Oh, right.”

Kinich was already running the water at the sink and soaping the dishes and utensils that were already inside.

“Can you grab whatever is left on the counter and put them here?” Kinich called over his shoulder.

Kazuha hummed in response, gathering the stuff that needed to be washed and placing them beside Kinich.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

Kazuha took whatever was dry from the drying rack and put them away before returning and wrapping his arms around Kinich’s waist and setting his chin on his shoulder, placing a kiss on his neck before humming a tune.

Kinich maintained his composure at the sudden affection and ticklish feeling that was starting to spread across his neck. Goosebumps rose on his neck and a smile he couldn't hold back appeared on his face. Unbeknownst to Kinich, Kazuha caught sight of it from the reflection on the window and grinned.

“What is that tune you're humming?” Kinich asks him, after a few moments of tranquility.

“Since fall is here and there are leaves around, it's my specialty to come up with something to accompany them and it's this.”

“Elegant as always, aren't you?”

“It all comes naturally to me.”

Another peaceful silence hangs over them before Kazuha breaks it with a question.

“How do you like it? Being with us I mean.”

“It's nice,” Kinich answers, turning off the water and thinking. “I never thought that loving Aether would bring me to meet you and everyone else. Though…”

An expression quickly flashes across his face, too fast for Kazuha to make out what it is.

“Though what?”

“Is Xiao usually by Aether's side all the time?”

Kazuha raises his eyebrows in surprise.

“Now that you mention it, he usually is. Aether and Xiao have been through a lot together and he has softened up as Aether became the shining light in his heart. Xiao promised him that he should call out his name if he needs anything and he will appear right by his side no matter what.”

“Oh.”

Kinich felt a tug at his heart as he remembered what he told Aether before.

“For you, I'll do anything, Aether.”

He clasped his hands in his before leaning forward and letting their lips connect into a passionate kiss.

Kazuha eyed the troubled look in his eyes, now understanding. Jealousy. He's seen it many times and has felt it too when he wanted to be with Aether and seeing him with one of their lovers (he loves his other lovers, don't get him wrong), he can't help feeling jealous in wanting Aether all to himself for some private time. He knows how it feels.

But he couldn't help but tease him a bit, a smirk making its way on his face as he nibbled his ears making him let out a surprised yelp and out of his thoughts.

“Is the great, ‘Malipo’ Kinich jealous?” he teasingly whispers.

Kinich gasps before turning and trying to glare at him, willing the smile on his face away.

“I'm not jealous.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I'm- AHAHAHAHA!”

Kinich threw his head back in surprised laughter when Kazuha blew a raspberry on his neck.

“What was that? I couldn't hear you over your laughter~” Kazuha blew another one, stealing a kiss from his lips too.

“MmphehaHAHaHA! Ihihi tohohold youhuhu I'm nohohot jehehealous! LEhehet gohoho!”

“I don't believe you. It's okay to say you're jealous y'know.”

“I'm nohohot jealous of ahahany-! Wait! WahAHAIT! Kahahazuhuhu! Dohohon't gohoho thehehere!” he panicked, feeling Kazuha's fingers starting to crawl up to his upper sides and ribs.

“Hmm?” Kazuha hummed innocently as his hands continued to slowly travel upwards.

“K-Kahazuhaha! Plehehease! Dohohon't dohoho ihihit!”

Kazuha never heard Kinich be so frantic before as he desperately tried to tug at his wrists and shake him off.

“Do you want me to stop?” Kazuha asks, slowing down with concern laced in his voice.

Kinich just looks away in response as the last of his giggles fade.

“Kinich? Was it too much? I’m sorry. I-”

“No, it’s fine I…”

Kazuha looks at his face and beyond the red hue from laughing, he sees a subtle blush dusting his face and the tips of his ears.

“It’s just I’m too…t-ticklish…”

A silence settles upon them and the longer it stretches his blush intensifies.

“K-KazuHAHAHAHA?!”

Kinich squeals as he feels fingers dart upwards and pinch his upper ribs and massage his sides, crumbling between the sink and his boyfriend.

“Is the great, ‘Malipo’ Kinich jealous and extremely ticklish?”

“NAHAHAHAT THEHEHERE! KAHAHAHAZ!”

He hides his laughing face in his hands as he leans on the edge of the sink for support.

“Oh Kimchi~ You are adorable~”

“IHIHI’M NOHOHOT A PIEHEHECE OF FOHOHOOD! AHAHAHAHA! OHOHOR ADORABLEHEHEHE!”

“I think otherwise, Kinichi~”

Kazuha starts nibbling his neck and makes nom nom noises along with kneading his ribs and sides.

“Om-nom-nom, so tasty~”

Kinich loses it, shaking his head to try and throw him off

“GAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO MOREHEHEHE KAHAHAZUHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA!”

“Just say the words, Kin~”

“OKAY! OKAHAHAHAY! I’M JEALOUS OF XIAHAHAHAO! I SAHAHAID IHIHIT! PLEHEHEHASE! STAHAHAHAP! KAHAHAZ!”

Kinich slides down to the floor in exhaustion as Kazuha lets him, thinking it's over before gasping and letting out an undignified whine when he feels him straddling him. Kazuha took in his form, flushed face with tears of mirth threatening to fall. Giggles slipping out of him unrestrained as he weakly tries to push him off.

Archons, he's adorable looking like this.

He starts tickling him again, rubbing deep circles on his worst spot and Kinich howls in laughter and thrashes as much as he is allowed to.

“BWAHAHAHAHA! KAHAHAZUHUHU! IHIHIHIT’S TOHOHOHOO MUCH! NAHAHAHAHA!”

“Tell me you are adorable, and I'll finally stop.”

“NOHOHO WAHAHAY! I'M NOHOHOT SAHAHAYING THAHAT!”

“I’ll say it for you then,” he gets close to his ear, not slowing down the tickling. “You're so cute laughing like this, Kinichi~ Your beautiful laughter is music to my ears.”

Kinich is beyond flustered and swears he feels more ticklish as Kazuha continues to compliment him.

“WAHAHAHAIT! DOHOHON'T SAHAHAY THOHOHOSE THIHIHINGS!”

“Look at that blushing face. You like this huh? You're an adorable, ticklish one aren't you~”

“KAHAHAZHUHUHAHAHA! STAHAHAP IHIHIT! FIHIHINE! I'M ADORAHAHAHABLE! I'M ADORABLEHEHE! PLEHEHEASE! MEHEHERCY!”

Kazuha slowed down, nibbling his ears affectionately before kissing him and taking his breath away.

“Wasn’t that hard, was it?”

“Whahahatehever. You're cruel, you know thahat?”

Kazuha laughs, carrying him up and setting him on a chair by the counter, and grabbing two cups of water before sitting beside him.

“Back to what we were talking about before,” he says like he didn't tickle him to death a moment ago.

Kinich snorted, taking a sip from his cup.

“What?”

“You almost killed me with tickles, and you talk as if it was nothing. Ajaw would’ve been proud of you if you actually killed me through such means.”

“Oh, come on. You know I wouldn't kill you. Besides, you looked like you were enjoying yourself~”

Kinich blushed, hiding behind his cup.

“Can you stop teasing me?”

Kazuha chuckles.

“Okay. Okay. I'll stop. What I was about to say is that it's okay to be jealous.”

Kinich looks at him over his cup in surprise.

“Why do you say that?” he asks, setting down his cup.

“Believe it or not, I get jealous too. And the others too. We all want to be with Aether and spend alone time with him.”

“Oh. I never thought that you all would be jealous. I thought it was just me.”

“You’re not alone. We all want a piece of our small ball of sunshine, but we respect each other’s desires and who we want to be with. For example, if I’m not with Aether, I’m with Heizou, Scara, you, or one of the others. It’s really all about sharing each other with one another.”

“I see.”

“Yeah. Don’t stress about it. Besides, Aether somehow always makes time for each one of us and we all love him for that.”

“…Thank you, Kaz.”

“Who’s ready to make pumpkin pie? Take two this time.”

Sethos strides in with all the ingredients and necessary cookware with a grin on his face as he sets them on the counter in front of them.

“Right on time, Seth,” Kazuha says, rising from his chair and then looking at Kinich he says, “We all love you, Kin. Especially Aether, don’t forget that.”

He then moves close to his ear, whispering, “And how can we not love your adorable blush and cute laugh~”

Kinich looks away as another blush starts taking over his face.

“S-Shut up.”

“What did you say to him, Kazuha? His face is like a tomato. It’s pretty cute.”

“Ugh,” Kinich groans, covering his face in his hands making them both laugh.

“Okay, that’s enough teasing for now. Let’s bake that pie now, shall we?”

“Yup!”

“Mhm.”

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

[featherlight-touches]

Time to wake up

Kazuha/Heizou

a/n: I have found myself hooked on these two. DON'T SEND HELP, I LIKE IT HERE. Made another little one shot for them and I hope you enjoy! (this one is a little spicy)

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Kazuha stirred awake, his head resting peacefully on Heizou's chest. The detective’s warm and steady heartbeat filled his sense as his eyes slowly opened, blinking away the last vestiges of sleep.

Heizou’s fingers were gently combing through Kazuha’s silky white locks, which had come loose from its usual ponytail. The soft and tender gesture brought a soft smile to Kazuha’s lips, and he pressed a delicate kiss to the firm plane of Heizou’s chest, savouring the sensation of the other man's skin against his own.

“Good morning,” Heizou’s lips whispered into Kazuha’s hair, before pressing a kiss. Emboldened by Heizou's affectionate ministrations, Kazuha began trailing his hand up the investigator's side, his nimble fingers mapping the contours of Heizou's well-muscled frame as he peppered more lingering kisses across the expanse of Heizou's chest.

“Good morning, my love,” Kazuha spoke between kisses, relishing in the sweet, contented sigh that emitted from Heizou beneath him, who flushed with colour as he melted into Kazuha's touch. “I trust that you slept well?”

Heizou hummed, almost being lulled back to sleep with Kazuha’s hand movements. “Especially after last night.”

The samurai chuckled, sending tingly vibrations into his skin which Heizou had to hold back a giggle from. “I am pleased that you enjoyed yourself.”

“I’m pretty sure with the noises you were making, you enjoyed yourself too, Kazuha,” Heizou teased, looking down to meet his gaze with a playful expression. Kazuha almost blushed but instead he dipped his head to capture one of Heizou's sensitive nipples between his lips, lavishing it with teasing licks and sucks that had Heizou squirming and sighing with pleasure beneath him.

Kazuha's nimble fingers traced delicate patterns across Heizou's chiselled torso, eliciting a symphony of more delighted sighs and soft, airy gasps from the other man.  Kazuha's lips followed the path of his hands, peppering reverent kisses along the defined ridges of Heizou's abs, the sensitive skin of his sides, the jut of his hipbones. He couldn’t help but smile when he felt Heizou’s giggles at the kisses to his tickle spots.

“The noises you make are beautiful, Heizou,” Kazuha worked his way back up Heizou’s body, reaching the soft skin of his neck. “Just like the rest of you.”

“Always the flatterer,” Heizou sighed as Kazuha’s lips brushed against his neck, his usual choker missing, and it gave Kazuha more access to explore. The gasp that left Heizou’s lips was delicious. His neck was always so sensitive.

Kazuha felt Heizou’s fingers tangle themselves into his hair, gripping growing intense the more his kisses covered that beautiful neck. Feeling a sudden spark of mischief, Kazuha decided to take advantage of a particular sensitive spot on Heizou’s neck and started to give playful nibbles there.

The response was instant, a twitch followed by a small whine that grew into giggles the longer Kazuha kept up his antics. “K-Kazuhaha…”

“Yes, my love?” Kazuha paused to speak before immediately resuming his nibbling, feigning his ignorance to his playful assault and continuing his ministrations as if unaware of the effect he was having on the ticklish detective.

“T-That tickles…” Heizou squirmed and let out a series of giggles, his body instinctively trying to pull away from Kazuha’s tantalizing touches.

“Does it? Oh my, I had no idea.” Kazuha teased and shifted his focus, trailing his fingers lightly down Heizou's sides and stomach, eliciting an even more intense reaction as Heizou's laughter echoed through the room.

“NohoHOHO!” Heizou tried his best to twist his body away from Kazuha’s wiggling fingers but as they continued to dance along his sensitive skin, he only found himself helpless and laughing under his playful lover.

“Does this tickle too?” Kazuha leaned up to whisper into Heizou’s ear, which only heightened his sensitivity. Kazuha chuckled as Heizou’s head shot away from the ticklish breath brushing against his ear, while trying desperately to pry the hands from his stomach. “Your laugh is so cute.”

“Stohohop teasing!” Heizou’s face had almost gone completely red and flustered by the time he registered that Kazuha was getting ready to blow a small raspberry against the stomach that twitched from laughter.

“THBPTTTT”

“NAHAHAHA!” Heizou managed to squirm so violently that he turned himself around on the mattress completely, burying his face into his pillow with his back now facing upwards. It almost sent Kazuha flying off the bed completely, but he managed to steady himself, finding Heizou’s reaction all too endearing.

“Aw.” Kazuha pouted. “Where did your pretty face go?”

All he could hear was a muffled response from the detective, who kept his face hidden in the pillow. It was unintelligible but extremely cute. Kazuha’s eyes focused on a mole that sat on his back and leant down to give it a small kiss, which resulted in Heizou flinching.

Giving in to one more last moment of weakness, he used both of his index fingers to jab Heizou’s sides, laughing at the squeal he was rewarded with.

“Stohop it!” Heizou finally brought his face from the hidden sanctuary of his pillow to narrow his eyes over his shoulder at Kazuha who only smiled warmly.

“Alright, alright,” he leaned in to meet Heizou’s lips with his own. “No more tickles for now.” He then positioned himself to lay on top of Heizou’s form, once more, letting his chin rest on the shoulder that Heizou looked over.

Heizou nuzzled Kazuha gently, thankful that the fun was over for now. “Man alive… that was a weird wake up call.”

“Ready to take on the day now?” Kazuha smiled.

“Maybe,” Heizou’s grin didn’t go unseen. “Or maybe, we could just spend the day here instead?”

“I didn’t think you were one to waste away the day like that.”

“It’s not wasting if I’m spending my time with someone who matters,” Kazuha’s heart felt warm at Heizou’s words. He truly did love his little detective. “And besides, this gives me a chance to plan my revenge!”

“Heh, you can certainly try, my love.”

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Unconventional methods

So I've falled down the rabbit hole that is Albedo and like.. he and Kazuha are so similar TELL ME THEY WOULDNT MAKE THE BEST COUPLE CAUSE THEY WOULD. THEY BOTH MAKE ME WANNA CRY UGHGHGHGHG

This is my first time writing Albedo so uhh yea-

Albedo's va is also goofy as fuck I love him ANYWAYS enjoy<3

Also on ao3

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Kazuha x Albedo (romantic)

Lee: Albedo

Ler: Kazuha

Warnings: Tickles!

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The sky was a lustrous orange, signaling that the day was coming to an end. Though not quite over for the wandering samurai as a certain alchemist was still hogged up over at his laboratory in Dragonspine. Having experienced traveling through all kinds of environments, the harsh weather of Dragonspine didn’t prove to be much of a challenge for Kazuha. If anything, it was borderline enjoyable having the chance to observe the quiet scenery. He can definitely see why Albedo likes it here. Still, Kazuha can’t help but worry over his well being, being isolated here day and night, working nonstop, all in the name of alchemy. Kazuha always admired his deep rooted passion for the craft, but he also knew he had a tendency to overdo it. Getting so engrossed into his work and forgetting about everything else. 

As his lab came into view, Kazuha saw a peak of ashy blonde hair, causing a soft smile to instantly stretch over his lips. He got closer, watching his lover all hunched over his desk, scribbling down what the samurai assumes to be his most recent observations. As if a switch flipped in Kazuha’s head, he momentarily forgot why he went there, any and all thoughts overrun by how beautiful Albedo looks when he’s all focused. 

“What brings you here?” the alchemist’s voice broke Kazuha’s train of thought, though his attention still remained on his notes. Always so perceptive of his surroundings. 

“Simply making sure you’re taking care of yourself” Kazuha hovered behind him, glancing down at what the alchemist had written down, before placing his chin on top of his shoulder. Wrapping his arms loosely around the other’s middle. “Have you eaten today?” the samurai asked softly. 

The hand that was writing came to a halt as Albedo gave a thoughtful look before replying with a simple “No”. Shortly after, going back to his notes. 

This earned a small frown from the white haired male “Darling… you need to take better care of yourself” he scolded lightly, though there was more worry in his tone than anything else. His bandaged hand had started to absentmindedly rub along Albedo’s side. 

A slight shudder came from the chief alchemist. Such a faint reaction, though it didn’t go unnoticed by Kazuha. A smirk ghosting over his lips as a plan started to formulate. 

“I’ll make dinner after I finish this” Albedo said dismissively, his attention not once faltering from the work at hand. 

“And how long will it take?” this time, Kazuha gave a gentle poke to his lover’s side. His smirk growing over Albedo’s more noticeable body jerk. 

“Give me like… ten more minutes” the chalk prince truly was a stubborn individual. 

“Ten minutes? That’s a rather long time…” the samurai murmured against his lover’s neck. The chilly breath causes goosebumps to rise over the patch of skin. All while his fingers started to softly trace up and down Albedo’s side. 

The alchemist felt his body tense, the writing stopping once again as the grip on his pencil grew tighter. This caused Kazuha to smile, his fingers traveling up to Albedo’s ribcage. Short nails lightly mapping out the contours of each rib.

“Ah-!” a surprised gasp tugged out of the alchemist, quickly bringing up his free hand to cover his mouth. 

“Is something wrong, love?” the samurai feigned innocence as his fingers continued to tease at the sensitive ribcage. Gently fluttering over them and lightly pressing between the bones. 

“K-Kazuhahaha…!” Albedo’s hands dropped what they were doing, opting to hold onto Kazuha’s wrists. As giggles started to spill out of him against his will. 

“Yes?” Kazuha couldn’t help but let out a chuckle of his own, feeling joy over the laughter coming from the usually stoic alchemist. 

“This isn’t fahahair!” Albedo tried to sound annoyed, but it came out more as a giggly whine.

“Of course it is! You didn’t eat for the whole day, darling. It’s definitely more than deserved~” Kazuha kept one hand against his ribs, then brought his other hand down to Albedo’s stomach. Moving under his shirt to lightly scratch the skin around his navel. 

“Pffft! Wahahait! Gehet out of thehere!” Albedo’s cheeks flared up at the feel of Kazuha’s hand against his bare skin. His giggles grew more desperate as the two spots were attacked simultaneously. 

“Not until you promise to take a break to eat” Kazuha’s eyes had a mischievous gleam to them, knowing that he’d win this battle no matter what. 

“I sahahaid after I’m dohohone- GAH! KAZUHAHAH!” a squeal shot out of Albedo as he felt short nails lightly scratching at his hip bones. His cheeks growing hotter over all the weird sounds the samurai tickled out of him. 

“And I said that you’re taking too long~” Kazuha couldn’t help but chuckle along, his thumbs rubbing deep circles into each hip bone. 

“AHAHAHA! OKAY! OKAHAHAY! I’LL GO EHEHEAT! JUST- PLEHEHEASE, KAZUHA!” Albedo was practically wheezing in laughter, feeling his brain go fuzzy from how unbearably ticklish he felt. He didn’t know he could become this sensitive. Maybe that’s something worth researching, but that’s a thought for another day. 

Kazuha let out a soft hum of satisfaction, stopping his ticklish onslaught. Moving his arms to gently hold the alchemist in an embrace once more. “There we go. That wasn’t so hard now, was it dearest?~” he smiled up at the flustered mess that was his partner, placing a kiss on the reddened cheek. 

“Eheheh…” Albedo took in deep breaths, the occasional giggle slipping out. His body felt as if he had run a marathon across the country. “You’re ruthless…” there was no ill tone in his voice. If anything, he sounded mildly impressed. Considering how the samurai always carried himself with such gentleness and care, yet it still proved to be too much for Albedo to handle. 

“Only when it comes to your wellbeing” Kazuha’s eyes softened. His gaze alone spoke volumes over how much he loved Albedo.  “Now, let’s go eat before I decide that round two is in order” he joked. Letting out a chuckle when Albedo sprung up from his seat.

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[lisya778]

AAAAAA LOOK WHAT I FOUND ON TWITTER (⁠●⁠♡⁠∀⁠♡⁠)

Lee Heizou is sooo cute<3

Here's the original source

Artist: Ashi

[italeean]

HI ELLE! CONGRATS ON THE FOLLOWER MILESTONE 💖💖💖

And this event sounds so fun so I had to send in something (no pressure ofc ^-^)

Description: I literally had to go around asking my friends to describe me bc I couldn’t think of much besides that I’m an introvert and pessimistic about myself lmao. So from the intel I’ve gathered: I’m shy, friendly, kind, care a lot about those closest to me, and worry too much about things. My interests are pretty boring, all I do is play videogames (mainly rhythm games nowadays) and watch anime occassionally, although I can get very passionate about them. I don’t have much of a preference to the people I surround myself with, as long as they can handle my more reserved nature and respect my boundaries.

I am a lee leaning switch :3

And I’d like to choose genshin impact as the fandom. I started playing not too long ago and it’s been my new hyperfixation.

With a romantic relationship with a male character!

Oh and my name is Sakura!🌸

I hope I did this correctly kahdjahdjahsh

Have a good day/night‼ And take your time!

Sakuraaa 🥹💕 After months of inactivity, I'm taking back the reins of this event and I'm more than ready to match you up with your special someone hehe ✨️ Thanks for your patience, e spero ti piaccia il mio lavoro 💚🤍❤️ (and I hope you'll enjoy my work) 🍡 *hands you the dango to eat while you read*

🔮 Without further ado, your match is... KAZUHA

🔮 Why did I choose him for you?

1. You say you're pessimistic about yourself, and this little ray of sunshine is the perfect way to bring some light in 2. He's delicate and soft-spoken, which won't make you feel overwhelmed by endless talking 3. He's super perceptive, which means he'll understand how you're feeling without you having to tell him, which can be hard sometimes when you're an introvert 4. If you play rhythm games, he might play a tune with leaves to match the rhythm you're playing in the game! That would be so cute... 5. Even he's usually a ray of sunshine, he can have his bad days, especially when he thinks about Tomo, and you'd be able to support him quietly thanks to your personality and your emotional baggage 6. Kazuha is a generally quiet person, so expect many, MANY successful sneak attacks... and if your sides or ribs are sensitive, you'll be in for a bumpy ride 7. He's the personification of gentleness, so he'd be sure to inquire about your boundaries without you even needing to tell him anything 8. He likes the sound of your laughter even more of the song of the wind between the leaves, so tickling you is one of his favorite ways to "bring some light into your pessimism" 9. I feel like he'd LOVE to blow some air into your ears or pepper kisses on your neck if those spots are sensitive 10. He also does mind a few pokes if he needs to be cheered up... and if you do that to get his attention, he'll get the hint and proceed to tickle you as much as you'd like!

🔮 Tickle scenario

Kazuha couldn't ask for a better morning than this. Azure sky with some fluffy white clouds, the music of nature made by the wind that caresses the leaves, lying on the grass in silence with his eyes closed...

... and you.

You and him had started dating a few months ago. He was the best thing that had ever happened in your life, and he thought the same about you. You two didn't need loud love, your relationship could be compared to a warm, soft cocoon. You expressed your feelings through little gestures and by being there for each other.

Unless you were bored.

Don't get me wrong, Kazuha loved every aspect of you, but when you were bored, you were quite the handful. Little pranks, pokes, silly jokes... you would try everything to distract him, and that's what you wanted in that exact moment.

Calling him was an amazing option, since he was a samurai with an astounding control of all his senses, but where was the fun in that? You surely could do much better, so you got up, making as little noise as possible, and approached him with your hands shaped in claws ready to attack.

His eyes were still closed, perfect. You just needed to attack. 3... 2... 1... Now!

Or so you thought...

As soon as your fingertips came in contact with his ribcage, you felt something gripping your wrists and in a fraction of second, you were on the grass, facing the blue sky and a white-haired guy with an ominous smirk that you had learned to fear.

"Were you trying to wake me up, love?" He asked in a sweet tone mixed with a hint of playfulness, "Alas, your reflexes seem a little sluggish, like a lethargic bear cub." He tsked with no annoyance in his voice, just a little mocking.

"Maybe you're the one who needs a little awakening, aren't you, little cub?"

Before you could make up even the faintest argument to object, his hands started zapping your sides with ruthlessly, relentlessly and with the meticulous precision provided by the knowledge of every single spot that made you squeak, squeal or even snort.

"Ka- wahahahait nooo..!" You begged, but your pleas fell on deaf ears, as the tickle assault only increased in intensity. You attempted to swat his hands away, but that was futile as well. His reflexes were much faster than yours.

"Not good, your reflexes don't show any sign of awakening yet. Such a lazy little cub..." He joked, enjoying the blush that invaded your cheeks because of the nickname, "Do we really need to take extreme measures to make the lazy cub arise?"

Your eyes widened in shock and glee, and your laughter became much more nervous. "No no nohoho w-we dohohon't... we don't need to..! Please we do-" Not even Kazuha's refined lexicon had a term to define the high pitch of your scream, and the samurai knew this was his stop signal.

He raised his hands and helped you sit up while you were gasping for air, using his Anemo vision to create a gentle, refreshing breeze for you.

When you recovered, you looked at him with a gaze that meant war and pronounced the words: "I swear to the Seven Archons, I'll get you back."

Your warmongering glare was met with a smug, playful one. "Come at me then, cub, and show me your awakened reflexes" He chuckled, getting ready for a day full of combat.

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Wanderer And The Samurai || Switch!Scara and Kazuha

“Try and catch me! Or are you too slow?” The Wanderer giggles. He runs through the Liyue plains, Kazuha on his trail.

The two were practicing battle, playing with each other to see who was better. The samuri was powerful! But his powers were no match for the fatui harbinger’s little mischievous tricks. While Kazuha was charging at him to “finish him off”, Scara had scurried out of the way and pulled on Kazuha’s hair tie instead. Then he ran off with it. Kazuha was taken aback, expecting the also-very-powerful harbinger to fight back and win, but alas, he would fail to take their fight seriously (again).

Not that Kazuha minded. He enjoyed his friend’s company and sometimes childish behavior. He realized that underneath the stern and serious persona that the Wanderer makes out to be, is just a playful boy.

“Get back here!”

Scara uses his anemo element to float slightly in the air and turn back to find his friend. He jumps when Kazuha is actually very close. But he is a samuri after all. He throws wind in Kazuha’s direction to tease him. It makes Kazuha’s running slow down and his hair comes undone, his hairtie flying away into the distance.

“Ack!” Kazuha tries to fix his hair so it stops flying in his face, “That’s so cheating!”

“Are you really going to chase me down for an artifact?”

“Yes, I need it!”

Scara was sure to lose Kazuha and win this chase, but he was completey surprised when Kazuha used his own anemo powers to practically throw himself into the air. He flew and tackled Scaramouche to the ground.

Scara lay sorely on the grass, but when he opened his eyes his expression went blank. Kazuha was sitting on his waist. Looking down at him with deep red eyes and tucked his hair behind his ears.

“Can I have that now, please?”

Even Kazuha’s gentle voice was enough to make Scara blush lightly. Which Kazuha doesn’t notice. The harbinger gets out of his trance and holds the artifact above him to where Kazuha had to reach to get it.

“Go on, grab it!”

“You’re so childish!” Kazuha places his hands on the Wanderer’s midriff. He ends up squeezing his side while trying to reach up to grab the artifact with his other hand.

“EEp!”

Kazuha obtains the feather and looks at his friend with a concerned look, afraid he’d hurt him.

“I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?”

“No… Now get off!” Scara tries to buck his friend off but it’s no use. He’s now more visibly flustered and squirmy.

“Why are you so red all of a sudden?” Kazuha realizes that he’s still holding the other’s side. To that he smiles warmly.

“S-Shut up.” Scara grabs his hat and hides his wobbly smile.

The Scaramouche Fatui Harbinger is usually very bold and knows how to tease others to get under their skin, but now the tables have turned for him. He was the one being teased. And by none other than the Inazuman samuri.

Scara grips his hat as he feels squeezes against his sides again. He shivers trying to hold his laughter, and avoids eye contact with his attacker.

“Don’t hide your smile from me, I like to see it.” Kazuha moves his hat out of the way, but Scara just pulls it back, shaking his head and keeping his mouth shut.

“Why are you ignoring me?” The blonde pretends to be hurt. He then takes the Wanderer’s hat and places it on his own head.

“There, now you can’t hide from me. Now what’re you gonna do huh?” Kazuha scribbles the harbinger’s sides. He jolts and almost lets out a laugh but he couldn’t let this guy be satisfied. So instead, Scaramouche blew a raspberry at Kazuha, and finally letting himself laugh as Kazuha wiped off the spit from his face.

“Now you’re getting it!”

“NAHAHAHA!!”

“Hey y’know? I forgot I put this here, thanks for finding it for me,” Kazuha pulls the artifact from his pocket. He waves it menacingly in front of the other’s face. The blue haired boy blushes and protests, but his pleads were unheard.

“N-No! You can’t do this!”

“But I can, there’s nothing stopping me~”

“NononononOHOHO!!”

Kazuha twirls the feather around Scara’s stomach, occassionally dipping it into his navel.

“WAHAHAHAHA!! NAHAHAH!! STOHOHOP THAT!!”

“Stop what?”

“TIHIHICKLING MEEHEHEH!!”

“Tickle you? Well sure, if you insist!”

“NOOOOO!!”

“You’re so ticklish! For a harbinger.”

“SHUHUT UP!!” Scara places his hands over his burning face. To which Kazuha grabs them and lifts them, throwing the feather to the side and pinching his hips.

“NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!! NOT MY HIHIPS!”

“You’re bad here too? Where are you not ticklish?”

That’s a good question.

Scaramouche bucks around trying to get the samuri off. But he’s weakened by the tickles.

“Tickle tickle~”

“DOHOHONT TEHEASE ME!” Scara scowls.

“You’re so cute when you’re like this.”

“WAIT!”

Kazuha digs his hands into Scaramouche’s armpits. He clamps his arms down to his sides, covering his midriff, but it does little to protect him.

“AAAHAHAHAHAHHA! STOHOHOPP!! IT TIHIHICKLES! EHEHEEHEE!!”

“You’re giggling!”

“NOHO IM NAHAHAAT!!”

“You are, and it’s adorable.”

“PLEHEHEASE SHUT UHUP!”

“The more you insult me, the more i’ll tickle you.” Kazuha blows a raspberry on the boy’s stomach and abdomen. Scara is at this point, red and teary eyed.

“OHOHOKAY! OHOKAY IM SOHOHORRY! PLEHEASE!”

“Who’s the best anemo warrior in all of Teyvat?”

“UGHHNNN…”

“Hmm?” He tickles his armpits again.

“WUAHAHAHAHA!! YOHOHOUU!! ITS YOHOHOU!!! AHAHAHAHAH!!! PLEHEASE LET ME GOHOHOO!”

“That’s all I wanted to hear,” Kazuha smiles and lets up, “Aside from your pretty laughter of course.”

Scaramouche glares at him, his face still red and the tear marks stain his cheeks. He pushes his friend off of him and punches him lightly in the arm.

“Ahaha! Ow! Don’t make me do it again!” Kazuha reaches for the harbinger’s leg, but Scaramouche is quick to react this time. He instead grabs the blonde’s wrist and pulls him closer, wrapping his arms around his waist.

“SCARA!” Kazuha gasps frightened.

“Now it’s my turn~!”

“NOnonono! Scara, please, I’m sorry! You don’t have to do this!”

“Yes I do!” He blows a raspberry on the back of the other’s neck.

“AHhahahahah!! Nohoho!! Ihihi’m so tihihicklish plehehease!”

“Well that works out great for me then.”

“NOHOhohoho!” He spiders his hips and his sides, sometimes poking his lower ribs, which makes Kazuha jump.

“EEHEP! AHhahahaha! OHOHOKAY! You gohot me back! Now stahahap!”

“You think we’re even?! Hell no!”

“SCAHAHAHARAAHAHAH!!”

Scaramouche tickles his tummy, scribbling across his stomach and using the feather to lightly dust his lower stomach. Kazuha let’s out a sort of belly laugh, a laugh Scara has never heard before. Actually, he’s never heard Kazuha laugh like this at all before. Kazuha on the other hand sucks in his stomach but it fails to give him relief.

“NOHOHOT THEHEHEHREE SCAHAHARA!! IHIHITS SOHOHO BAD!! PLEHEHEHEASE!! HEHEHELPPP SOMEONE HELP!”

“Nobody will hear you out here.”

“AHAHAH!! THIS IS CRUEHEHEL!”

“Is it?” Scara squeezes Kazuha’s thigh, making him squeal. Kazuha blushes after making the embarrassing noise, and Scara also gets flustered, enjoying every noise that flows from the other.

“EEK! NO! NOHOT THERE!”

“Not here?” Kazuha had rolled out of Scara’s lap, giving Scara the opportunity to remove the younger’s boot and scribble over his socked foot. Except his sock was made of a thin silk, if it didn’t protect his foot it in fact made it worse!

“EEEEHEHEHEHEHE!! AHAHAHA SCAHAHARA PLEHEHEASE! NO MOHOHOREE!”

“Say I am the best anemo warrior in all of Teyvat! Admit it!”

“YOU’RE-! AHAHAH!! WAHAIT!”

“Say it!”

“YOU AAHAREEE!!”

“Good enough,” Scara shrugs and stops his assult. Kazuha rolls back into his friend’s lap, grabbing his midriff to get rid of the ghost tickles. He’s blushing and smiling so warmly, that when Scara looks down to see how he’s doing, he ends up feeling a thump in his chest.

He grabs his hat that had fallen on the floor and dusts it off, placing it back neatly onto his scuffed hair.

“You’re so annoying…” Scara mumbles with a smile he can’t seem to get rid of no matter how hard he tries.

“Hey,” Kazuha pokes his sides.

“AH!”

“Be nice.”

Scara rolls his eyes. He helps his friend up and they make begin to make their way to the harbor.

“You’re cute when your tickled, yknow that?” Kazuha smirks.

“SHUT-”

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The End :)

[riisume]

Valentine's Day (Genshin Impact) Ler!Kazuha, Lee!Scaramouche/Wanderer

Summary: The former Sixth Fatui Harbinger has something he wants to tell Kazuha, but he's struggling. Kazuha gets an idea that might help encourage him to talk A/N: I wanted to have this done on Valentine's Day, but I got super busy- This is my first fic in a very long time and I kinda rushed the ending, so it's probably not the best, but I'm still pretty happy with how it came out given the situation! Happy (late) Valentine's day!

Also in this fic, Scara's never been tickled before up until this point, so it's new for him. Word Count: 1,184

There was an awkward silence. Kazuha couldn’t help but blink curiously as the former Sixth Fatui Harbinger stood before him, red-faced and struggling to say… Whatever he was trying to say. The blond vagrant knew the Wanderer to be the type to have a sharp tongue and speak his mind unabashedly. Kazuha always appreciated that about him, which left him all the more intrigued by this foreign behavior. A soft smile would touch the samurai’s lips when the Wanderer’s gaze fell upon him for the briefest of moments, only for it to gradually grow warmer every time those indigo irises would meet Kazuha’s ruby ones. A scowl only deepened on the Wanderer’s features. “Perhaps it would be easier for you to take some time and think over what it is you’d like to tell me?” Kazuha suggested, gently. The response he received was sharp; “NO!” the Wanderer caught himself a bit too late, tipping his hat over his eyes to avoid Kazuha’s startled look. “...No. I have to do this now.” It was Valentine's day. The Wanderer had learned about the tradition of asking someone you admire or care about to be your valentine back in his days as the Kabukimono. At the time, the opportunity never struck him to try it himself, nor did it interest him any time after that. Until now. He didn’t understand why he felt the way he did around Kazuha; Comfortable and safe. He didn’t understand why he would feel a swarm of butterflies violently fluttering around in his stomach whenever the samurai would smile in his direction or pepper him with kind words. It was hard to be cold towards someone who was being indiscriminately kind towards him, a mere puppet who has caused so much pain for people, especially those of Inazuma. It was excruciating. Stupid. Pathetic. A puppet shouldn’t be feeling things like this… Yet, here he was. Kazuha was patient. He didn’t want to rush the process, but it was clear that his fellow drifter might need a bit of a gentle push. Putting a couple of his fingers to his chin, Kazuha pondered; What would be an acceptable way to coax out the information? After a few moments of sorting through a mental checklist, an idea came to him; He could try tickling it out of him… Kazuha wasn’t even sure if the other was ticklish or how he would react to it, but it was one of the more gentle ways to get the Wanderer to talk while potentially getting him out of his head. That could work. The former Harbinger noticed Kazuha begin to step towards him. He lifted his gaze, an inquisitive look washing over his features. The samurai vagrant wore a warm smile as he started to circle behind his puzzled associate, arms innocently posed behind his back. The Wanderer’s brow furrowed. He peered over his shoulder. “What are you…” He trailed off. Before the blue-clad man could inquire further and turn around, he felt a pair of arms wrap around him from behind, almost like an embrace. The Wanderer felt a lurching sensation in his chest. He felt the heat rise in his cheeks and the horde of fluttering in his stomach. What did he do? Place his hands on Kazuha’s? Stay frozen like a deer in headlights? The puppet’s question would soon be answered when he felt the Inazuman’s fingers gently nudging and probing into his midriff. A foreign, tingly feeling caused the Wanderer to start shying away from the curious fingers. He opened his mouth to retort. “GH- Wahait-” Why was he overcome with the uncontrollable desire to giggle? “What are you- Hehah- doing!?” “Ah, so you are ticklish! That’s good information to know…” Ticklish? “You appeared to be distressed. I figured a little… Fun encouragement could’ve been the push you needed to tell me what you wanted to. So, if you want me to stop, just tell me what you’ve been struggling to say.” Kazuha’s fingers danced around to the other’s sides, tweaking and squeezing the tender area, causing him to practically leap out of his skin. “GAHAH-! K-Kazuhahahaaa-” “Oh? Does someone have ticklish sides?” The samurai couldn’t help but giggle, too. He was clearly amused. “Ngh-! Sh-shuhut- GAHAH-!”

The Wanderer was still confused as to why these gentle touches were evoking such a reaction from him. He completely didn’t hate it, but it sure was embarrassing. No matter how hard he tried to choke back his giggles and guffaws, they’d just keep spilling past his lips. The desire to crumple and curl up was overwhelming. The best the former Harbinger could do was try to shield himself from the samurai’s probing, tickling fingers, but it was to no avail. Kazuha was too dexterous and swift. Wherever the Wanderer’s hands went to defend, the vagrant’s slender fingers would find a new, unprotected area to scribble and squeeze away at.

Digits trailed down to the puppet’s hips, gently pressing and rubbing into his hip’s hollow. The Wanderer practically bucked in response in a desperate attempt to writhe away. It almost worked, but Kazuha’s fingers were quickly back to their ticklish assault. Even though he was being so gentle, it tickled so, so much.

“AHAH-! O-Okay- OKAHAHAY! I’ll tehehell you!” The Wanderer sputtered, his face practically glowing a bright red. A pleased chuckle resonated from the drifter behind him as the tickling slowly came to a stop… Though, Kazuha’s hands stayed positioned on his ticklish associate’s hips, just in case. The Wanderer’s laughter died down in turn, leaving him lightly panting to catch his breath.

The former Harbinger was grateful that Kazuha was still behind him. Perhaps not being able to see the other’s face would make this easier on him.

“I-I… I guess I wanted to ask if you’d… Be my Valentine.” The Wanderer was practically muttering under his breath. A surprised look crossed Kazuha’s features. Of all the things he was expecting, it wasn’t that. In truth, he’d forgotten that day was today. “You don’t have to accept-” The puppet spoke up after a moment of silence. “It’s a foolish holiday, I shouldn’t even have-” The familiar embrace from behind returned, this time, with the vagrant resting his chin on the Wanderer’s shoulder.

“No, no. I was just surprised, is all.” Kazuha was always soft-spoken, but his tone sounded more tender than usual. He couldn’t help but giggle. “I’d gladly be your Valentine, dear. Truthfully, I haven’t had one in a very, very long time. It would be a nice change of pace.” A wave of relief washed over the Wanderer and an unfamiliar feeling swelled in his chest. Something akin to happiness. Kazuha gave his newly acquired valentine a quick squeeze before taking his hand. The warm smile that graced his features as he looked over to his fellow Anemo user sent the butterflies in the Wanderer’s stomach rampant. “Come, let’s take a walk and take in the scenery. Perhaps talk, as well, if you’re up for it.”

With a faint, genuine smile tugging at the corners of his lips, the Wanderer nodded. “...Sure.”

[lovelynim]

How did I not reblog this before????

SO CUTE

Nothing better than getting your grumpy boyfriend to giggle in your arms~

My art, don't repost but reblog please!♥

[lovelynim]

A Poor Bastard

Genshin Impact - Kazuha x Scaramouche

Collab with @ticklygiggles

A/N: I'm glad to present my very first collab with Mia (@ticklygiggles)! I've been wanting to write something with her for a looong time and I was really excited when she agreed to my request. I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did! ~

Summary: After a night together with Kazuha, Scaramouche finds leaving the samurai in the next morning to be harder than he expected it to be.

Word count: 3539 words

He could barely stand the look on Kazuha's eyes. That fondness and love overflowing from his pupils made Scaramouche want to hide under a rock. The vulnerability that it brought him to feel those cold hands touching his body and his warm lips kissing his cheeks or brushing against his ears as words of love were whispered into his ears, it was all so overwhelming... but so nice at the same time.

It wasn’t long since he had the chance to meet this member of the Kaedahara clan, but the pace in which he got… fond of him was worrisome, to say the least. Unlike other people he met through the years, there was something different about the wandering samurai that made Scaramouche feel strange. The balladeer wasn’t sure himself why - or how - but before he could he take his actions in account, he found himself lying down in the middle of a pile of blankets and pillows, with a kimono that barely covered his skin and, on top of all that, in a room that wasn’t his own, but Kazuha’s.

Resting his head on Kazuha’s bare chest, Scaramouche looked up, still denying the most obvious explanation. The other had a peaceful, content expression in his sleep.

Against his better judgment, Scaramouche remembered last night and hated to feel his cheeks turning red, the heat traveling to his ears.

Yesterday, when Kazuha suddenly said that the night was perfect for taking a walk together in the Chinju Forest, (a place they both often went for privacy), Scaramouche, although he looked reluctant and sullen, followed the samurai who gently took his hand and intertwined his fingers with his.

Every step he took felt like he was floating, like Kazuha's hand in his was the only thing keeping him going. That was a sensation he often felt when he was with his partner, his senses becoming numb as he felt surrounded by Kazuha's presence. The only thing he could hear was Kazuha's voice; the only thing he could feel was Kazuha's cold hands; the only thing he could smell was the maple scent of Kazuha's skin; the only thing he could see was Kazuha's beautiful face; and the only thing he could taste were the kisses that Kazuha planted on his lips as they went deeper into the forest, leaving him breathless and with trembling legs.

They hadn't done much, they were both reserved people so they usually didn't talk and if they did, Kazuha had to corkscrew the words out of Scaramouche and it seemed like it was something he enjoyed doing.

It had been a quiet walk, stopping occasionally to enjoy the views and to share a kiss that Scaramouche complained about, but he always closed his eyes softly when he saw Kazuha approaching and opened his mouth slightly.

Scaramouche wasn't sure how or when it had happened, but suddenly he found himself in Kazuha's room, the samurai tugging at his clothes to make him wear something more comfortable. In the blink of an eye, both of them were in the same place where Scaramouche had woken up. Kazuha's arms wrapped around Scaramouche's body, snuggling happily against him.

“Hnng… Kuni?” A groan escaped Kazuha’s lips when Scaramouche decided to sit up, pushing the samurai away and bothering his slumber in the process. The fatui harbinger looked over his shoulder, feeling how the other guy pried at the back of his clothes, as if to pull him back to bed. “Good morning…” Kazuha sighed, smiling lazily at him. Damn it.

Scaramouche couldn’t stand that look in his eyes, the affection, the care, the- the care those eyes carried. Avoiding looking back, he turned his head away. “Morning, Kaedahara,” he muttered sharply, trying to keep his tone cold, uninterested, putting his best efforts to keep up with that sweet lie.

Feeling his hopes that those would be the only words they would exchange, Scaramouche felt a stronger tug at his back, noticing how Kazuha closed his palm around the hem of his kimono. “Where are you going? It’s too early…”

Scaramouche tsked, pressing his left hand on his forehead while trying to organize his thoughts. Don’t give it away, don’t give it away, he told himself repeatedly inside his head. “I have things to do, you can sleep all you want.”

“But we-”

“I was just bored and you kept me company and entertained me for the night, that’s all. Don’t get wrong ideas,” he replied sharply, already expecting to bring an end to those interactions that messed with his heart and mind. However, as a soft chuckle reached his ears, he couldn’t help but to turn around to face Kazuha.

The samurai rested his head on one arm, while the other remained stretched, tugging at Scaramouche’s clothes. He had a handsom- ahem, annoying grin on his lips. “So it was entertaining, Kuni?”

The sultry voice tone made heat reach Scaramouche’s cheeks at unmatchable speed, making the harbinger sink his teeth on his lower lip to restrain himself from squealing at that exact moment. He fought the urge to retort, only because he knew he was going to stutter like a fucking idiot and Kaedehara Kazuha would laugh at him, but did it really matter? As soon as he had opened his mouth to finally say something back, Kazuha let out a playful laugh, his eyes shining with mischief.

Scaramouche's breath hitched and he started to move again, "I'm leaving."

"Ah, Kuni!" The samurai complained, pulling at the fabric of Scaramouche’s kimono to make him stay between the warm pillows and blankets. "What's wrong, Kuni? I can entertain you a lot longer, if you want. Wouldn’t that be good?”

Scaramouche steadfastly refused to turn his head and see Kazuha straight in the face; he could hear that handsom- annoying smile on his lips and he was sure he wouldn't be able to contain himself if he saw it. What could he do if he saw Kazuha smiling at him sweetly and mischievously at the same time? He'd probably have red cheeks and, damn it, that pretty smile!

"Why are you so annoying? Do you think I have nothing better to do than waste my time here with you? Let me go this instant or you'll see what- K-Kaedehara!"

An offended gasp escaped Scaramuche's lips as Kazuha wrapped his arm around his waist. The balladeer tensed, but he turned his head to see Kazuha's face and instantly regretted it, his heart skipping a beat.

Kazuha was smiling widely. He seemed to be having so much fun despite Scaramouche's threats and harsh words. “That’s not fair,” the samurai complained lightheartedly, palming at the balladeer’s waist. “You always leave me like this, Kuni, and I never get to know when I’ll see you again.”

“You- ugh…” He felt a shiver run up his spine when Kazuha’s fingers brushed and stroked that spot, instinctively leaning away from the touch and - following the samurai’s plan - closer to Kazuha. Scaramouche tugged at the other’s arms with both of his hands, trying to pry it off his body while keeping his reactions down. “Don’t t-touch me so cahasually, Kaedahara,” he hissed, gritting his teeth as he felt another pull on the back of his clothes.

“But you like it, Kuni,” Kazuha was grinning even more than before, continuing to lightly stroke Scaramouche’s waist, grazing his fingers over the thin clothing that covered his skin. “Promise me you will stay longer… please…,” the samurai mumbled playfully, managing to drag the balladeer into an embrace despite his squirming.

Before the fatui harbinger could figure his way out, he was already laying back next to Kazuha, with one of his arms wrapped around his back and the other holding him by his waist. “Your hair smells so nice…” Kazuha whispered, inhaling deeply the sweet scent of Scaramouche’s perfume, kissing the shell of his ear before burying his face in the crook of his bare neck - which made his partner gasp lovingly.

It was hard to decide what he should focus on: Kazuha’s legs intertwining with his, the feeling of Kazuha’s lips against his skin or how awfully ticklish Kazuha’s hands felt while resting over his ribs and waist. That damned samurai, Scaramouche thought, leaning his head in the opposite direction. “You shahameless b-bastard,” he groaned as giggles threatened to pour from his lips, making his heartbeat increase in panic.

Scaramouche clenched one of the blankets around them with his free hand, grasping it tightly to try to make the other’s teasing more bearable. Meanwhile, he used his other limb in an attempt to push Kazuha away.

His foot kicked, planting his heel into the futon as the sensation was slowly overwhelming all his senses, making it hard to continue with any reasoning - did reasoning ever worked with Kazuha?

Kazuha giggled against his neck. "You look so nice dressed like this, Kuni," he said, taking a deep breath, continuing to inhale more Scaramouche's scent. "I want to eat you whole."

"Sh-Shahaha-meless!" Scaramouche repeated, pushing Kazuha harder and refusing to open his mouth once more because he knew those stupid giggles would spill out at any second. 

"You keep calling me that, Kuni," Kazuha whined and Scaramouche shivered, shutting his eyes tightly when he felt the brush of Kazuha's lips against the fair skin of his neck. "Can't you be a little gentler with me?" 

Scaramouche knew perfectly well that Kazuha was just acting hurt. It pained Scaramouche to admit that the samurai had grown immune to his snarky comments and mean words. If anything, it made him laugh every time he heard Scaramouche angrily yell at him, but what hurt him the most was the fact that he had already gotten so used to Kazuha that he knew that his words didn't come out with the same venom. He knew his words didn't have the effect they had on everyone else; he did not cause fear, but tenderness in Kazuha's eyes. 

"What's the matter? Did the mouse eat your tongue, Kuni?" 

He really couldn't stand that sweet but mischievous voice of Kazuha. It made his blood boil with anger, how dare this little samurai disrespect him like that?! However, at the same time, that playful tone caused something heavy, warm, and sticky to pour into his chest, his stomach filling with that feeling of wings fluttering. Disgusting! 

"Kuni~," Kazuha sang, and Scaramouche jolted with a strangled noise when the hand on his waist lightly traced that curve over his kimono. "Kuni, can't you talk anymore? Won't you tell me I need to know my place?" Scaramouche felt his lips trembling, a stupid smile threatening to appear as he felt fingernails lightly scratching at the back of his ribs. "Won't you call me shameless again? Could it be that you are enjoying yourself?" 

Not only was his face on fire, he also felt the heat of embarrassment going all the way down to his chest and his ears and even the back of his neck. He wanted to disappear! “Shuhu- agh, s-shut it, Kaehedahara!” He growled, trying to sound angry through a stream of adorable giggles.

He hated (but not really) how easily Kazuha handled him, having him just where he wanted to toy with his sensitive body as much as he pleased. Fingers stroking his ribs at a spot awfully close to his underarm and a hand squeezing and pinching his waist restlessly. Scaramouche felt weak, if he wasn’t already laid down, his knees would probably be at the verge of giving up - all thanks to that stupid samurai.

“Why?” Kazuha asked innocently, nuzzling against the balladeer’s cheeks and making an embarrassing squeal leave his lips when soft strands of his hair brushed against his ear. “I like when you smile like that, Kuni.”

“Y-you bastahahard, lehet go!” He protested, feeling how Kazuha only pulled him closer, even pressing him against his own body in retaliation to the constant pushing.

If there was anything that was making the fatui harbinger even more flustered was the fact that how effortlessly Kazuha made it look: the way he held him down, the way he rested comfortably by his side without a pinch of fear and even the way he could easily reduce Scaramouche to a puddle of sweet laughter. How utterly embarrassing, he thought.

But, (un)fortunately, he couldn’t pay much attention to this voice inside his head thanks to a new, electric sensation that ran across his body. Before Scaramouche could notice, Kazuha pushed the hem of the kimono away, having free access to scratch and tickle the delicate skin of his bare middle and sides, circling his navel in an awfully ticklish manner that made him want to crawl up the walls, not to mention how terribly effective the scratching on his sides were.

“I could spend all day playing like this, Kuni,” Kazuha breathed into his ear, making the balladeer jerk his head away in another fit of soft, but angry, laughter. “I could even let you play with me if you wanted,” he chuckled softly, amusing himself with Scaramouche’s reactions while his fingers drummed between his ribs. “So why must you leave me, hm?”

‘Red’ was an understatement to describe how Scaramouche’s face looked at that moment. “Stohohop it ahAHalready, yohohou l-lowly idihihiot!” He laughed through gritted teeth, not sounding as intimidating as he wanted. Kazuha smiled, as if those words passed through some sort of filter inside his head. 

Actually, did Kazuha actually have some kind of filter for Scaramouche's words? Could it be that he was hearing the opposite of what Scaramouche was telling him? He didn't doubt it was like that, otherwise, how was it possible that his skillful little fingers kept digging into his ribs and squeezing his waist?!

"AHAHA! Ka-Kahahazuha!" Scaramouche complained between laughs, no longer feeling strong enough to contain all those embarrassing noises that Kazuha was forcing him to make. "I dohoHOHOn't wahahant to stahahay w-wihihith you- stahahap tihihickling mehehe!"

"Oh? Tickling? That's what I'm doing?" Kazuha teased, grinning widely against Scaramouche's cheek. "Is Kuni really ticklish?"

Oh he was enjoying every second of it: turning Scaramouche into a flustered mess, tickling him like this, gently but so maddening at the same time; Scaramouche knew Kazuha was enjoying all of it. He just wanted to make Scaramouche become a stuttering, laughing mess!

And Scaramouche hated how well it was working.

"Is my Kuni really ticklish?" Kazuha repeated and Scaramouche couldn't help but squeak when he felt cool air being blown into his ear, making him giggle like a kid. "Right here in this ear of him? Or all the way down to his ribs?" Scaramouche laughed brightly when he felt fingers clawing at his ribs, forcing him to lean closer to Kazuha's body. "Maybe his hips too?"

"Kahahazuhahaha!!" Scaramouche cackled loudly, throwing his head back as the electric, ticklish sensations washed over his body in mind. It was overwhelming, overwhelmingly… nice. No, no! What was he thinking? Kazuha- no, Kaedahara was an idiot for daring to touch him like that! “G-get yohohour hahAHAhands ohohoff mehehe!”

“But your skin feels so nice, Kuni,” Kazuha cooed, looking down to his own hands as he continued to tickle Scaramouche without a break, chuckling amused when he saw the way his partner reacted to each and every touch. “And I just found out it’s so sensitive, can’t you let me play a little longer?”

“F-fuhuhucking bahahastard!” Scaramouche cursed, pressing his arms tightly against his torso when the samurai threatened to move his hand a little higher. For some reason, it never got better: Kazuha’s caresses and touches only tickled more and more, as if his body couldn’t ever get used to it - as if the samurai knew just what buttons he needed to push to make the balladeer laugh like a little boy. “Yohou ahAHAlreheady knehehw it!!”

“Did I? Archons,” Kazuha gasped, feigning surprise before nestling his face close to Scaramouche’s, of course, without letting the tickling up. “Maybe it’s been so long that I forgot, Kuni,” he cooed, “and since you want to leave me so bad… maybe I should make sure I will remember it next time, hm?”

The fatui harbinger let out an ungodly howl when the samurai scratched his stomach with his short, blunt nails. It was definitely different from before, as if Kazuha wanted to show him what actual tickling felt like or, maybe, as if he wanted to tickle something out of him. Scaramouche tried to suck his stomach in as he laughed and squirmed inside the other’s grasp, but his fruitless attempts didn’t reward him any break from the assault - only more restless tickles on his middle and ribs.

“Unless, Kuni,” Kazuha resumed talking, not even sure if Scaramouche could bother himself to pay attention to his words when he was laughing so hard, “you decided to stay a little longer.” 

“If you could spare this poor bastard some more of your precious time, it would be easier for me to remember such details about you, don’t you think?” The teasing, but stern voice tone Kazuha used felt more threatening than any of Scaramouche’s words.

Scaramouche knew he wouldn't be able to fight Kazuha's tickling anymore. His touches felt like electricity rushing through his whole body and the laughter wouldn't stop pouring from his lips. It all was driving him crazy and he absolutely hated it, he loathed that he was actually not hating this too much. 

What had he become? 

"So what do you say, Kuni?" Kazuha purred, so close to Scaramouche's lips. "Are you going to stay here with me?"

Scaramouche shook his head, "I wohohuld nehehever- OKAHAHAY! OHOHOKAY!" Scaramouche jerked heavily when he felt Kazuha's fingers clawing at his stomach, his other hand finally finding its way under one of his arms, making him howl in nearly hysterics. "FIHIHINE! I'll stahahay with yohohou, dahahahammit!" 

"Will you? How do I know you won't flee away as soon as I stop, Kuni?"

Scaramouche shook his head, shrieking with laughter and feeling tears rushing down his cheeks. Was Kazuha trying to kill him right now? Or did he just want to drive him crazy? 

"I wohoHOHOn't!" 

"You promise?"

"Dahahammit, KAHAHAZUHA! Fuhuhcking stahahap! I prohohomise!" 

As quickly as it had started, Kazuha finally stopped. His hands rested flat against Scaramouche's stomach and side, gently rubbing them to make the sensation fade away. 

Scaramouche was breathless. He gulped on sweet air, trying to calm himself down as residual giggles still made their way out, his body twitching slightly. He felt stupidly light and tired after having laughed like a maniac; he thought maybe he could actually flee away after all, but Kazuha was smiling fondly at him and his arms were tightening around Scaramouche's body, embracing him in warmth. Kazuha's lips were also pressing kisses to his cheeks and his nose and his forehead and lips. And he was being annoyingly clingy, but Scaramouche was being annoyingly stupid and didn't push Kazuha away because he couldn't and didn't want to. 

"You're so annoying," Scaramouche mumbled, closing his eyes when Kazuha pressed a kiss against his cheekbone. "Why are you all over me? Give me some space, I'm suffocating," he said, but didn't move an inch away from Kazuha. 

Kazuha chuckled, now kissing the corner of Scaramouche's lips. "Are you now? I thought you had stopped laughing." Scaramouche rolled his eyes and he fought back a yawn that turned into a squeak when Kazuha poked his tummy. "Is my Kuni sleepy?" 

"This is your fault, Kaedehara. Who was the annoyi-hihing- okahahay! Okay!" 

Kazuha giggled and he held Scaramouche impossibly close to him, making his head rest against his chest and intertwining their legs together. The warmth and comfort of another body against his was something Scaramouche learned to appreciate after meeting Kazuha. Sleeping peacefully and resting properly was foreign to him, but now he could do that almost nightly. 

All thanks to this stupidly clingy samurai. 

"Sleep, Kuni," Kazuha said above him, his chin resting against Scaramouche's head. "Let's sleep a bit more."

"... Don't tell me what to do, Kaedehara." 

Kazuha chuckled happily and kissed the top of Scaramouche's head before he fell into a peaceful slumber. Scaramouche heard Kazuha's breath slowing down and then heard him snoring softly, but his embrace never went weak. 

Who would have thought that he would find himself in the arms of a Kaedehara like this after all. Something felt tight in his chest, it made him feel bad, but good at the same time. The butterflies in his stomach had not stopped for a second and now that he was doing nothing, he could feel their wings fluttering more strongly. 

He sighed heavily and with his cheeks burning, angled his head to press a kiss on the hollow at the base of Kazuha's throat. His head was spinning, so it would be best to take a nap together with Kazuha, after all, when he woke up, he would still be in the samurai's arms and his lips would be on him all over again, even his fingers wanting to draw more of his laughter; so until then, he might as well take a rest with the only person he could really rest with.

"Sleep tight, Kazuha." 

[aticklishpercivalwriter]

Taking Down an Oni - Part 1

Surprise Visit - Part 0 of 3 Taking Down an Oni - Part 1 of 3 (This Post), Also on AO3 Teasing a Childe - Part 2 of 3 Catching Wrio Off-Guard…or Not? - Part 3 of 3

Summary: Itto becomes The One and Ticklish Oni. In other words, he loses a tickle fight.

A/N: Here’s part one you’ve all been waiting for! It was fun writing Itto, especially with his event that appeared. As always, enjoy!

Word Count: 1421

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A minute hadn’t even passed when Itto rushed into a random room with a half-hearted struggling Kazuha before going to town scribbling his sides.

“IHIHIHITTO! AHAHAHAHAHA!” Kazuha immediately laughed, trying to pull out of the clutches of the almighty Oni. “NAHAHAHA!”

The rapid pinches on his sides and fluttering of fingers on his belly had him weakening against Itto’s hold and his knees struggling to keep him upright.

“Hahaha! Still as ticklish as I remember, Kaz!” Itto grinned. “Say…are you still ticklish here?”

Itto started crawling his hands up towards Kazuha’s armpits, shooting ticklish anticipation through his body.

“Wait! WAIT! WAhahaHAIT! NoHOT THEhereHE! DOhoHOn’t GOhoho THEHERE!”

He started squirming with newfound energy as Itto’s fingers slowly walked up his sides toward their target. His laughter increasing in pitch and panicking by the second because he knows Itto will be merciless.

“Getting closer~ And closer~”

“I-ItoHO!”

Kazuha willed his eyes shut and did his best to keep his mouth closed, not wanting to give Itto the satisfaction of his laughter.

“Playing tough guy are we, huh?” Itto teased. “Sorry to burst your bubble, Kazu-bro, but I’m winning this one because I am Arataki ‘Numero Uno’ Itto!”

With that, he drilled right into the center of Kazuha’s hollows, igniting his skin with ticklishness that went straight to his brain.

Kazuha’s eyes shot open and he let out a shriek of laughter.

“IHIHI- AHAHAHAHA! NO NO NOHOHOHOHO! GAHAHAHA! IHIHIHITOHOHOHO!” His legs finally gave out and he slumped against Itto’s chest.

“Haha! Now there's your laughter!” Itto laughed. “The One and Oni strikes again! Laugh me your praises!”

Suddenly, two figures rush through the open doorway. A flash of teal catches Itto’s eye before he feels a large weight impact him from behind and hang on to him.

“Oof!”

Kazuha slipped from his grasp and fell right into Xiao's waiting arms.

“Xiao!?” Itto yelped in surprise. “Wait, then who is behIND MEHEHE?! GAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO!”

“Woah!” His tickler exclaimed, excitedly. “I didn't know that you of all people would be ticklish!”

“GAHAHAHAMIHIHING!?” Itto laughed, recognizing the voice. “AHAHAHAHA!”

“That's me!” He chuckled, digging between Itto's armpit and upper ribs. “You need something?”

“GEHEHE- GAHAHAHA! NO NOHOHOHO! AHAHAHA! GEHET OHOFF OF MEHEHEHE! NAHAHAHA!”

While Itto laughed and danced around goofily, Xiao laid Kazuha down on the carpeted floor and checked on him.

“Hey, are you okay?” Xiao asked.

Kazuha tiredly grinned, “Never better. Kick Itto’s ass would you?”

Xiao let out a deep chuckle, “Was planning on i-”

“Aah, oof!”

Gaming landed beside them rubbing his back.

“Ow… that was a wild ride,” he groaned, his eyes widening when he saw Itto approaching.

“Wait! Wait!” He tried to scramble to his feet. “D-dohon’t come any clohoser! AAH!”

Itto grabbed his legs and pulled him towards himself, smirking down at him as he tried to crawl away.

“Where are you going buddy?~” Itto teased, spidering his fingers under Gaming's knees.

“HEHEHEHAHAHA! NOHOHO!” Gaming shrieked, trying to kick out of Itto's grip to no avail. “IHIHITOHOHO!”

“That was a bold move you pulled on me, but it's going to take more than that to bring this Oni down!” Itto boisterously laughed.

“XIAHAHAO! HEHEHELP MEHEHEHE!” Gaming called out, laughing uncontrollably when Itto went after his hips.

Xiao, who was amused at the scene before him, decided to take pity on Gaming and went to squeeze Itto’s sides.

“Ahahaha! Xiahahao!” Itto doubled over in laughter, letting go of Gaming in favor of shielding himself and rushing to the other side of the room.

“Ushi, protect me!”

He brought Ushi out and Ushi went in between Itto and the other two. When Xiao or Gaming made a move toward Itto, Ushi was always there blocking their path.

“If I teleport or you jump over, Ushi will be after one of us and we don't know what Ushi might do to us,” Xiao pondered in thought. “And Itto is too much to handle for one of us only.”

“Hmm,” Gaming thought. “Ooh! I have an idea! Man Chai can lure Ushi away!”

“Man who?” Itto asked, confused.

Gaming didn't give a response and instead brought Man Chai out.

“Man Chai, take care of Ushi for us?”

Man Chai moved around enthusiastically before getting Ushi’s attention and flying across the room, Ushi chasing after him.

Itto panicked as his last line of defense disappeared and ran towards the door as both Gaming and Xiao came at him. Anticipating this, Gaming jumped towards the door and blocked it, making Itto skid to a stop.

“Where are you going buddy?~” Gaming teased, copying him from before.

“Ack! A-Away from you!” Itto squeaked.

“Are you sure about that?” A deep voice rumbled behind him, making goosebumps rise along his skin.

“L-Little Dude. I- WHA!”

Xiao grabbed both Itto and Gaming and teleported them next to Kazuha who was still down for the count.

“I will never get used to thaHAHAT!”

Itto barked out a laugh as he was brought down by Xiao and Gaming. Gaming raises his arms and sits on them and Xiao straddles his hips.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me ‘Little Dude’?” Xiao grumbled, going straight towards Itto’s ribs.

“AHAHAHA! LIHIHI- GAHAHAHA! OKAY, OKAHAHAY! XIAO! XIAHAHAO! THAHAHAT’S MYHYHY WOHOHORST SPOHOT!”

“I chose it for a reason,” a small mischievous grin made its way to Xiao’s face as he wiggled his fingers in between the ticklish bones.

“I wonder,” Gaming started. “Are your horns ticklish too, Itto?”

He was idly gliding his fingers along Itto's shoulder, but slowly moving them up towards his horns. Xiao toned down his tickling, also curious if Itto's horns were ticklish.

The Oni shook his head wildly. Whether it was to answer Gaming's question or because of the ticklish sensations running across his body, Gaming didn't wait for a verbal answer and instead went to rub them.

“Hehehey ihihi ahahaham nohohot a pehet thahat neheheheeds RUHUHUBS! AHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHO! OHOHOHO GOHOHOD! GAHAHA- AHAHAHA! GAHAHAHAMIHIHING! GAHAHAHAMI- AHAHAHA!” Itto squealed. He frantically tried to free his arms to cover his face and smother the ticklish sparks but they didn't budge.

“Jackpot!” Gaming grinned, with sparkles in his eyes. Enthusiastically, he also added little scratches, nothing that would leave marks or pain.

“MPHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIT’S BAHAHAHAD! BAHAHAHAD! AHAHA-! NO! NOHOHOHO! EHEHEHEHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA! XIAHAHAHAO! EHEHAHAHA!” Itto hid his face in his shoulder to muffle his laughs, but Xiao scritched under his chin and went after his neck causing him to sway his neck from side to side.

“You are quite the ticklish Oni,” Xiao observed. “I thought your ribs were your most ticklish spot, but it's actually your horns.”

Kazuha, who has mostly recovered, slowly crawled over towards Itto's hips, nudging Xiao’s legs for him to move. Xiao obliged, moving off to Itto's side, spidering his fingers along the Oni’s armpits.

A tired smirk crossed Kazuha's face as he put his chin on his stomach and looked at Itto.

“Itto!~” Kazuha called out over his laughter. “Revenge is sweet.”

Kazuha planted his lips right on top of his navel and blew.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEASE AHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHO! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Itto was a goner, shaking his head and laughing hysterically. The teasing touches zapping ticklish sensations through his body.

“HEHEHEHAHAHA! WAHAHAHAHAIT WAHAHAI- AHAHAHAHA! GAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHITS TOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUCH! GUYS! GUHUHUYS! HAHAHAHAHA!” Itto couldn't concentrate on trying to escape. His three skilled opponents were driving him crazy. Xiao scribbled his armpits, Gaming rubbed along his horns, and Kazuha blew maddening raspberries. They all turned him into a puddle of hysterical laughter.

“MERCY! MEHEHERCY! IHIHI GIHIHIVE!” The mighty Oni surrendered. “YOUHUHU GUHUHUYS WIHIHIN! AHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEASE! NOHOHO MOHOHORE!”

They let up, satisfied smiles etched on their faces as Itto gulped in some needed air and giggled at the ghost sensations.

“So,” Gaming started. “Should we call you ‘The One and Ticklish Oni’?”

Kazuha laughed and Xiao let out a small chuckle, while Itto groaned.

“I knew you guys would say something like that.” He pouted, bringing a hand to his face.

“Though,” Itto smirked, letting his hand fall from his face, revealing mischief running through his eyes. “The fight is not over yet. One of us hasn't been tickled yet.”

He glanced over at Xiao who felt goosebumps rise along his skin and a wobbly grin taking shape on his face as he crawled backward.

“I-I need to- nohoho! Dohohon't dohoho thiHIHIHIS! GAHAHAHA!”

The tickle fight continued, all of them getting their fair share of tickles as their laughs resonated around the room.

And away from the chaos was Ushi and Man Chai just vibing together.

[featherlight-touches]

Under Arrest

Kazuha/Heizou

a/n: thank you for the request! I've never written for these two before but I love them sm so this was fun! I hope you enjoy!

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Kazuha sat beneath a tall, sakura tree, its delicate pink petals drifting down around him as he gazed out over the landscape of Inazuma, the setting sun casting a warm, golden glow across the horizon.

 After a long, tiring day, he finally allowed himself a moment of respite, his eyes slipping shut as he let out a deep, contented sigh. The gentle breeze ruffled his hair, the soothing sounds of nature washing over him and easing the tension from his weary muscles. A true moment of tranquillity.

Until he senses it…

Kazuha pretends that he doesn’t hear those familiar footsteps approaching him, until a warmth settled down across his lap as a certain detective lowered himself down, making himself comfortable.

A soft smile tugged at his lips as Kazuha’s eyes fluttered open, gazing down at Heizou, who had let out a big, satisfied sigh and nuzzled his head comfortably in the samurai’s lap.

“Well, hello,” Kazuha smiled, letting his fingers run through Heizou’s hair, tenderly. The gentle motion was enough to elicit a pleased hum from the detective. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here today.”

“I just happened to be passing by and saw the elusive Kazuha Kaedehara lowering his guard. So, I took my opportunity to apprehend him.”

“Ah, I see,” Kazuha let his eyes look up the pink petals falling around them, amused by Heizou’s words. “So, you’re here to arrest me, is that it?”

“That depends.”

Kazuha’s gaze dropped down to the detective once more who had one eye open, a light olive green hue looking up into Kazuha’s red ones.

“Depends on what?”

“On how well you can convince me not to turn you in,” Heizou’s teasing smirk took form upon his lips which Kazuha couldn’t help but huff a laugh at. He then brought the hand that was teasing his burgundy locks to glide down to the side of his face, cupping his cheek gently and letting his thumb stroke across the soft skin.

“I think I may have a way,” Kazuha lowered his head down to plant a soft kiss to Heizou’s lips, who chased after them the moment their lips parted, but the white-haired male only smiled.

Heizou hummed. “It’s going to take a little more than that, I’m afraid. You know how loose my lips can be when it comes to these kinds of things, and I can’t guarantee that- ah!”

Kazuha’s fingers playfully pinched the exposed detective’s sides. “Oh, I know. But this method of persuasion has always proved effective in the past.”

“Dohon’t you dare!” Heizou brought up his arms to defend himself, knowing that Kazuha always liked to take advantage of his clothing choices. However, his defences failed to keep those wiggly fingers of Kazuha’s away, and Heizou’s sweet giggles poured out of him as they ran up and down his sides and ribs. “Kazuhahaha!”

“Yes, detective?” Kazuha had to follow the squirming Heizou as he managed to escape off his lap onto the grass below them. Heizou tried in vain to bat Kazuha's hands away, but the samurai was relentless, his touches growing more teasing and daring as he sought out Heizou's most sensitive spots.

“Thihihis isn’t fahAHAir!” Heizou squealed once Kazuha’s hands travelled through the gaps of his clothes onto his bare stomach, a spot noted to be effective in the past.

“On the contrary, I think it's very fair,” Kazuha teased, deciding to put a stop to the rapidly flailing hands of the detective. “Let’s just keep these up here, shall we?” he pinned both wrists up above Heizou’s head with just his one hand.

Kazuha noted the sudden tint of pink forming across Heizou’s face, clearly flustered by the position they were in.

“Well now,” Heizou smirked, trying to front his own embarrassment behind his usual flirty demeanour. “In public, Kaedehara? I might have to add that to the list of charges, you know?”

Now it was time for Kazuha to blush. Darn him. The mischievous glint in his eye and wiggling his fingers teasingly in front of Heizou’s view gave away exactly what he planned to do next.

“No! Nonono, wait! KazuHAHAHA!” Kazuha’s fingers skittered along those vulnerable armpits. “I wahahahas KIDDING!”

“Either a brave thing or a stupid thing to do in your current position, wouldn’t you agree?” he laughed along with Heizou’s desperate peals of laughter as they rang out, legs kicking out as he tried anything to rid himself of the unbearably ticklish assault on his underarms.

“OKAHAHAY, STOHOHOP! Kazuha! … I cahahan’t breathe!”

It was only when Heizou’s laughter turned completely silent that Kazuha finally relented, letting his fingers rub up and down Heizou’s sides to assist in ridding him of the ticklish sensations.

“So mean… Kazuha.” Heizou panted, rubbing away the tears of mirth that leaked from his eyes.

“You left me no choice, Heizou.”

“I left you plenty of choice, actually, you sadist.” Heizou argued, which Kazuha laughed at, a soft sound that Heizou couldn’t help but smile when he heard it.   

“Am I still under arrest?”

“I guess not,” Heizou sighed from exhaustion, eyes looking to the sky above before looking back to the samurai. “I still want my kiss though!”

Kazuha smiled warmly and lowered his lips down to grant Heizou his request. A longer kiss this time, both savouring it. “As you wish, my love.”

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Tickletober day #12: Mischief

We are still going strong with tktober in november, and maybe december idk lmao

I've been awfully sick this past week, so I'm here to spread the KazuBedo propaganda

yes this is a drunk kazuha fic, im also sick for kazuha lol

Enjoy<3

Also on ao3

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Kazuha x Albedo (gey)

Lees: Kazuha and Albedo

Lers: Kazuha and Albedo

Warnings: Tickles

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Albedo doesn’t know how he ended up in babysitting duty, and I’m not referring to Klee. What was supposed to be a simple outing turned into the alchemist bringing back his drunk boyfriend back to his lab. 

Although he’s no stranger to dealing with drunkards (kaeya), this is the first time he’s witnessed the samurai so… out of it. Usually, Kazuha would pride himself on being composed and posed, both of those traits currently nowhere in sight. 

The trip back to Dragonspine wasn’t so bad, aside from making sure that Kazuha didn’t tumble off the mountain and the occasional hiccupy giggles that came out of the samurai. Albedo would dare to think that they sounded cute, but this was no time to be swooning over his partner. 

Once they made it back, Albedo tried to gingerly set his lover down on the couch, only for Kazuha to flop down on it ungraciously, leaving the alchemist a bit dumbfounded. Before he could say anything, he was suddenly hit with the retching smell of alcohol. “Ugh… you need to change”. Albedo felt his heart do a little flip when the samurai responded with more giggling. 

“I believe I still have some of your spare clothing” the blonde left for a moment to look for said clothes, and when he went back, Kazuha was nowhere in sight. A small sense of panic started to course through Albedo, what if Kazuha walked back outside into the snow all by himself?! Oh archons… 

Those anxious thoughts swirling in his brain would come to a quick stop when he was suddenly tackled onto the sofa. A startled yelp resounded in the room and the clean clothes went flying. Once Albedo was over the initial shock, he looked up to see his lover straddling him. A twinkle of mischief in his eyes that made Albedo feel uneasy. 

“Kazuha…? Why don’t you get off so I can help you change?” Albedo threaded carefully, watching as Kazuha bopped his head back and forward before giving a firm shake of denial.

“Mm… I have a better idea~” the samurai hummed, a playful smile stretching over his lips. The alchemist wasn’t sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t this. 

“Ah-! Wahait, Kazuha…!” Albedo could feel how his composure shattered the instant those pesky hands found his sides, squeezing in such a precise, ticklish manner that made the blonde want to crawl out of his skin. He had to admit, it was kind of impressive how Kazuha still retained some coordination, too bad it involved tickling him. 

Kazuha chuckled along, lowering himself until he was laying on top of Albedo, fully pinning down the alchemist. The samurai nuzzled his face into the crook of Albedo’s neck, all while his fingers kept playfully scratching up to his lover’s ribs. 

“Heeeeh! Dohohon’t! This is nohot the time for thihihis- EEK! Kazuhahaha!” the chief alchemist couldn’t stop the ripples of laughter that forced their way out of his throat when Kazuha started nibbling at his ear. The longer this went on, the more he could feel his brain start to malfunction. In one last weak attempt to fight for his life, Albedo managed to reach his partner’s torso, quickly scribbling and squeezing along Kazuha’s sides. 

“PFF! EEAHAHAHAAH!” it seemed as though the drunken state made Kazuha more ticklish. ‘Cute’, the alchemist thought to himself once more. He watched as his partner grew weak from the tickling, allowing him to flip their positions. 

Albedo let out a sigh of relief that his own torment had stopped. He tried and failed miserably at shooting his lover a stern look. Kazuha was just way too cute, all smiley and laughing. “Alright, you’ve had your fun, now-” before Albedo could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the man underneath him. Though the energy had shifted to something more… reserved. 

“Umm… tickle me again?” suddenly, Kazuha looked and sounded shy, though still clear enough for Albedo to hear him. The blonde had to admit, he was a bit surprised by the request. Although he always had a hunch that Kazuha found some enjoyment in this activity, with his frequent tickle attacks even outside of his drunken state, but never had he so blatantly asked to be on the receiving end. So, who was he to deny such an innocent request? 

Albedo smiled down at him with a fond look “Of course. Now, hold on tight~” gloved fingers made contact with the hypersensitive skin that was Kazuha’s stomach. The blonde could feel his chest grown warm at the squeal of glee that escaped the samurai. He was clearly enjoying himself, laughing without a care in the world, not even trying to escape or stop the offending hands. Simply letting it happen. Albedo wouldn’t have it any other way.

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I sorta kinda have more KazuBedo fics planned oops

[chibimochii]

Another commission finished!!(*'▽'*)

This one was made for @eliankrios

A continuation to a previous post I made.. that I can’t find at the moment- will tag it here when I do!

Thank you so much for commissioning a colored piece from me!! (^7^✿)💞

Also I had a blast coloring the clothes for this one.. I kinda want Kazuha sweatpants now..

[italeean]

Mr. Storyteller

Kazuha arrives to Mondstadt to meet with Aether, but somehow ends up being entrusted with the delicate task of taking care of a kid... who loves explosions

A/N: Hiiii!! I'm back from my break 😸 I hope you're all doing well ^_^ Today's fic was requested by a sweet anon and it was a challenge to write, since it's such a rare pair, but I had a lot of fun nonetheless!! Buona lettura 💚🩶❤️ (Have a nice reading)

DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, if it's not to your taste I don't suggest you read it

It took a lot of energy and many days, but after a long trip, Kazuha arrived at Mondstadt. It was a little more chilly than in Inazuma, but it didn't bother him at all. He loved the fresh air and the sunny weather, and the wind was blowing just enough to make it enjoyable.

He admired the quaint architecture, so different from the one of his homeland but attractive and admirable nonetheless, and took a quick tour of the town, stopping to grab a snack.

After getting a taste of Mondstadt grilled fish, which left him extremely satisfied, he kept walking, until he stumbled on the person he was looking for. "Hello Traveler, it's been a while"

The blonde turned around quickly, surprised to hear that familiar voice in that moment. He smiled widely when he saw the Wanderer waving at him and greeted him warmly. "Kazuha! What are you doing here?"

"Captain Beidou heard about the Weinlesefest and wanted to pay a visit, but Ningguang needed her in Liyue, so she sent me here to buy some wine for the crew. She knew you'd be there, so she sent me to let me see you again." The heir of the Kaedehara Clan explained, but he felt another presence approaching. However, he remained calm because said presence didn't seem or sound menacing.

"Oh, is this a friend of yours, Aether?"

Kazuha saw a young man appear from behind the Traveler. He had light blond hair and blue eyes, and he was as tall as Aether, more or less. "I'm Albedo, Chief Alchemist of the Knights of Favonious. It's a pleasure to meet you." The young man introduced himself.

The Wanderer did the same and they chatted for a couple of minutes. It seemed like the Alchemist needed to run some experiments with the Traveler while he was still in town, but he had to look after a certain Klee, which made it hard to go to Dragonspine... and made it dangerous to go into a lab with delicate and explosive substances.

Being the gentleman and great friend he was, the red-eyed guy offered himself to remain with this Klee while Aether and Albedo went to the mountain, which the other two gratefully accepted. Arrangements were made, and in an hour everyone was ready.

After saying goodbye to the scientist, Klee looked at Kazuha, curious about where he was from, so they decided to take a walk while getting to know each other better. "Ooohh I like your story..." the child said with a tone full of admiration towards that guy who seemed to have traveled so much already.

"Klee likes the wind, too! Here in Mondstadt resides the Anemo Archon! I think he'd like you really much!" She said cheerfully.

After a while, the kid started to get bored, so she asked to her new friend if they could play a game together. Kazuha agreed immediately, curious to know which games she liked, but she told him that her game was particular and he had to follow her.

She led him to a lake full of fishes and pulled out a strange object, which smelled like gunpowder to the Wanderer. He jumped up alarmed and tried to get rid of that object, but Klee reassured him and said it was all part of the game.

"Are you sure it's alright?" He asked, still really perplexed and doubting the positive impact of that game. "Of course it is!" She reassured him, even though he perceived a slight hesitation in her tone, "Watch this!"

...

"Klee, I told you countless times you must NOT blow up fishes!" Jean's voice had such an angry tone that Kazuha thought he could feel the walls tremble. It appeared that the child had forgotten about the blonde lady's order to not play with fishes, and he had to listen to that scolding as well, since he was with her.

"And you even got our new guest involved this time! Come on, give me all your bombs!" The Acting Grand Master was fuming and it was only thanks to Kazuha's intervention that Klee got the permission to go out to play again, but she had to be under his surveillance every second.

The two of them decided to take another walk and stopped at the Statue of the Seven in Windreise. They sat down to rest and enjoy the pleasant breeze, that carried the fresh scent of Whirlwind Asters, but the Inazuman guy noticed that his little companion was still moping.

He knew Jean was right and that scolding was deserved, but he just couldn't stay there and watch a sad child. Her brother wouldn't have been happy about it, either. He needed to think about something, so he focused and finally had an idea.

"Would you like me to tell you some stories of Inazuma?" It was perfect, stories are the best ways to distract kids. Klee seemed enthusiastic, so he hosted her on his lap and started his narration. To make it less confusing for her, he chose to talk about how the Traveler had solved the civil war in Inazuma, that way she would've known the main character and she probably would've been more interested.

"The valiant Traveler had just saved the city of Liyue Harbor from the evil god Osial, but he couldn't find out anything about his sister. So, he decided to go to Inazuma, but it was a hard trip because it's an island and there were many storms. Only the captain of the ship I live on was able to sail all the way to Ritou, an island of Inazuma." Kazuha explained, keeping everything simple to not annoy his companion.

"When he arrived, he found out that the Archon had decided to take away all the Visions from her people." Klee gasped, "No!! Why would she do that?" She was really confused, but at the same time the story was intriguing.

Kazuha didn't go into detail, "She was really sad, and people whispered false things to her ears to make her go against her people. The Traveler tried to talk to her, but she wouldn't listen. Her ears were sealed by the bad people's influence."

While he talked about ears and listening, he began to massage the kid's ears, and wasn't disappointed when she rewarded him with some bubbly giggles. "Mr. Storyteller! Hahahaha it ticklehehes!" She squealed, while her ears were gently caressed.

"I apologize for such inconvenience, but I'm afraid my mimics are fundamentals for my narration. Would you let me continued, accompanied by my movements, please?" He asked, ready to stop if she said no, but the child nodded between her chuckles, so he just went on.

"Unfortunately, the Traveler lost the first duel against the Archon, but he managed to get away, thanks to his friends. He trained really hard, and before he knew it, he was ready to face the God of Thunder again." He gave the kid a little break from the tickling, that way she could keep her focus on the story.

"However, the leader of the bad guys who were influencing the Archon couldn't just let the Traveler ruin her plans, sho she challenged him to a duel first." He prepared his wiggling fingers to strike again, now that Klee was distracted and engulfed in his narration.

"She was a scary opponent. She had the power to create ice so cold that it felt like it could bite you..." He started scribbling and nibbling on the little girl's neck, watching carefully to notice any sign of discomfort, but given how much she was laughing and not trying to gey away, he understood that he could go on.

"Eehehehek!! She wahahas so mehehehean!!" She complained while jumping and squeaking from the nibbles. Kazuha smiled, looking at how much she was enjoying herself. "Oh, she was really mean, and she had a secret power! She could use fire as well, and she created Pyro tornados that blew away everything!"

Keeping the connection with the word 'blow', he blew a few raspberries on Klee's neck, enjoying how her laughter increased in pitch. "AAAAHHHAHAHAHA IT TICKLES!! IT TIHIHIHICKLES!!" The red-eyed girl squirmed all over. "That's how strong her tornados were" He replied in a fake solemn tone, giving the kid another break.

"After a strenuous fight, the evil woman was defeated and her minions were forced to retire, but it wasn't over yet. The Traveler still had to face the mighty Archon." Kazuha added, endeared by how the little rascal was already giggling in anticipation, as if she had already understood what was about to come.

"The battle was heated. The Traveler was determined, but the God was furious. Her lightnings fell all over the battlefield, hitting everywhere at an impressive speed. He started poking and squeezing Klee's midriff, making little 'zap sounds' as if his quick attacks were the lightnings of the Raiden Shogun.

"EEEEEHH!! MR STORYTELLEHEHER PLEHEAHAHAHSE IT TICKLES!! EEHEHEHEK!!" Kazuha tickled her gently. His fingers were nimble and moved quickly, but in a more gentle way compared to when he reserved that treatment for his friends. It was only natural to be more careful, though, since he was dealing with a child.

"WAAAAHHAHAHAHAHA I CAHAHAN'T!! PLEAHAHASE STAHAHAHAP!!" Hearing the little girl's pleads, he stopped immediately and rubbed her torso to ease the remaining tingly feeling.

"It took a lot of ambition, determination, and effort, but in the end the Traveler won the duel, also thanks to all the people who wanted to regain or defend their visions. The Archon changed her mind and her ways, and the civil war came to an end. That's how our friend saved the Land of Eternity."

"Wow, you're so good at this, Mr. Storyteller!" Klee's enthusiasm made Kazuha chuckle. That kid was turbulent, but still adorable. The two of them spent the rest of the afternoon playing more games, that were less dangerous than blowing up fishes, and before they knew it, the sun was setting.

They met up with Aether and Albedo at The Good Hunter and ate dinner all together, and when Klee started yawning, the Alchemist decided it was time to go home.

The little girl tried really hard to seem not tired and complained about how it was too soon to end such a fun day, but a poke to her side from the white-haired guy, who reassured her that he would stay in Mondstadt for another week, made her comply and smile again.

They walked together for a while, then Aether and Kazuha headed towards the place they would've shared during that week.

"Bye Traveler, bye Mr. Storyteller! See you tomorrow!!" Klee yelled while waving at them. Albedo said goodbye as well, and then he walked away with the kid.

"So... Mr. Storyteller, huh?" The Traveler asked while they were taking a final stroll around the city at night before heading to their place, "How did she choose that nickname for you?"

Kazuha chuckled. "It's a long story..."

[gabe-76]

Tickletober 2024- Day5: (Un)tie (Kazuhei)