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My Honey ♡ My Bee (fic)

For Artists Who See Their Art on My Fics Link to Art: (credits go to @munchr00m (elaine !) on Twitter!): Sethos/Scaramouche

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Summary: Wanderer and Sethos hang out, but Scara’s thoughts and uncertainty about their dynamic in the future end up eating at him. Sethos reassures him through convincing means.

A/N: SethoScara!! These two have me in a chokehold and the art and fanfics for these two are amazing. And here is my contribution :) Inspiration for this fic comes from this post. I did my best to retain Scara’s bratty attitude, but I also wanted to show a softer and vulnerable side to him. So, I’m sorry if Scaramouche seems OOC to you all. With that being said, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

P.S. There is a small scene that might be slightly NSFW to some, you’ll see it when you get to it, so you can skip the section until you don’t see any of the stuff you don’t want to see. Can’t reveal too much for spoilers. If anyone’s interested in me writing a smut fic (would be my first!) for these two, let me know! I’ll leave a poll :)

Word Count: 1965 Also on AO3!

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The sky was a mix of red and orange hues as the sun set over the horizon. At the base of a tree outside of Sumeru City sat Wanderer and Sethos. The two of them have grown to like each other’s presence and made the tree their special spot to be with one another.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Sethos spoke.

“You have poor taste in beauty,” Scaramouche answered, making Sethos chuckle. “That wasn’t supposed to be funny.”

“Hehe, I know. I never get tired of your responses.”

“Hmph, weirdo.”

A comforting silence settled afterward before Scaramouche spoke again.

“Why…Why do you keep putting up with me?”

The seriousness in his tone made Sethos look at him with concern.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m a nobody. Someone who tried to become a god. A puppet that was thrown away because they were useless. One that makes mean and snarky comments. Why? Why do you want to be with someone like me?”

A surprised look crossed Sethos’s face.

“Isn’t it obvious? It’s because I like being with you.”

Scara’s eyes widened as Sethos continued.

“I was curious about your mysterious past and kept pestering you until you told me. When you did, I didn’t turn away disgusted or begin to hate you. All it did was make me want to be with you even more.”

Conflicting emotions and uncertainty ran through Wanderer's eyes before they were stopped by a hand on his cheek.

“You dare-” Scara started, making a move to swat Sethos’s hand away before Sethos started stroking his cheek with his thumb. He went quiet as he made eye contact with Sethos who had an endearing expression on his face.

“I'll take care of you.”

I'll take care of you.

A flicker of light is shown behind Wanderer’s eyes upon hearing those words. But as quick as it came, his eyes darkened with uncertainty.

“It's rotten work.”

“Not to me.”

Surprised, stormy eyes met determined, loving ones.

“Not if it's you.”

Those words were an arrow to his heart as tears from decades of sadness, anger, and hurt threatened to fall. The world seemed to blur around him as his senses were solely focused on the man in front of him.

“The things you mentioned are in the past. It's time for you to move on and not let them plague your mind.”

Sethos leaned closer, accidentally making Scara’s hat fall off his head. The latter could hardly care as he felt Sethos comb his fingers through his hair and his breath on his face. Not to mention the soft lips that were barely a millimeter from his own.

“You aren't useless, Scara.”

Sethos’s warm breath hit him in the face as he spoke.

“You aren't a nobody either. Since our first interaction with one another, I was obsessed with you. Your hat. Your past. Your attitude. But most importantly, what hid behind those stormy eyes of yours. And the more I got to learn about you, I began falling for you. I wanted you. I liked you. I love being with you. Your sassy attitude, you calling me a busy bee, I cherished those moments. In my eyes, you are the perfect being and you have a place in my heart. I will go to the ends of the world to fight with you. To be with you. To…love you.”

Sethos pushed forward, softly planting his lips on Wanderer’s. He melted into the kiss, kissing back with fervor as Sethos took the lead.

“Sethohh- mmm~”

Sethos smiled into Scara’s mouth, taking pride in making him fall apart. Taking it a step further, he licked his lips asking for entrance. When he met no resistance and instead Wanderer parted his lips, he dove right in.

“Se- mmph! Mmhmm~”

“Mmm~”

Sethos sucked his tongue, making him roll his eyes in ecstasy as he tangled his fingers in Sethos's hair. Sethos deepened the kiss, gently pushing his back to the ground.

“S- ahh! Mmm~ Aah! Mmphahh~”

“Mmochi~ Hah! Scaraah~ Mmm~ You have hah~ too many ngh~ na- aah~ names~”

They continued their make-out session, drowning in each other's embrace and letting out their feelings for one another.

They broke for breath after some time. Sethos towering over Wanderer with his arms on both sides of his head and the latter laying his head back on the grass looking up at Sethos. His face was flushed, complimenting the pink and orange hues of the sky and Scara couldn't help but reach out a hand towards his cheek, caressing him.

“Beautiful,” he breathed out.

A red tint started to spread to Sethos's ears and a shy smile started to form.

“M-Me?”

“snort. Yes, you.”

He wrapped his arms around Sethos, bringing him down to his chest.

“I hate how you make me feel so mushy inside."

There's no bite behind those words. Instead, love and affection.

“It's my job now, honey~”

“Argh, Sethos.”

“What? You call me a bee, I call you honey. Plus, you are so sweet-”

“I am not sweet.”

“Yes, you are. Especially your taste. Sweet like honey. No wonder I am a bee that is so attracted to you~”

Scara just groaned, his face flushed red. “Where did you even learn to kiss like that?” he asked, changing the subject.

“Oh, that. Heh,” Sethos rubbed the back of his head, rolling off him and laying beside him.

“You know how they say the quiet ones are the interesting ones? I'm far from being quiet, but since being in the Temple of Silence, I tend to be alone in my thoughts a lot and my imagination runs wild. And when I first laid my eyes on you, I never stopped thinking what it would be like to kiss those lips of yours.”

Wanderer’s heart fluttered in his chest, knowing that Sethos was thinking of him from the first time they met.

“And how did it feel?” he asked, turning to him.

“We both know the answer to that.”

“I want to hear it from you.”

Sethos chuckled, facing him. “Alright, if you really want to hear it. It was the most amazing feeling in the world. The moment just felt right. When our lips touched, a pleasant tingling sensation traveled down my spine. Having your lips locked on mine, it just felt like we were meant to be together. Oh! Your moans. Don’t get me started on your moans. They were sweet as hon-”

“Okay, you are just teasing and trying to make me flustered.”

“Maybe~ Is it working?”

“Not even.”

“You sure about that? What's that reddening on your ears?”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Make me.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“What do you think?”

“Oh, you are asking for it, annoying bee.”

“I'll like to see you- ack! Ahahaha! T-Tihihickling is cheheating!”

Scaramouche smirked, hearing his giggles as he tased his sides with ease. “Aw. Sucks to be you then~”

“Wahahait! Nohohoho fahahair!”

Scara draped himself over Sethos, lazily tracing random patterns from his shoulder blades to his neck to his chest and back again.

“Doesn't take much for me to make you giggle, little bee.”

“Hahahaha! Mohohochihi! Gehehet off mehehehe!” Sethos tried to roll around to no avail.

“Hmm, let me think about it,” Scara put on a fake thinking face for a few moments before he began to knead Sethos’s hips making him choke on a surprised laugh. “Nah.” A smug look crossed his face. “I want to do this all day~”

“GAhahaha! Nohohoho! You ahahare- NAHAHAHA! Nohot thahat SPOHOHOT!”

Sethos shrieked as his lover dug his fingers into his armpits causing him to clamp them down.

“You are losing, my love~” Wanderer teased, rubbing deep circles into his lover's armpits causing him to howl with laughter.

“AHAHAHA! HOHOHONEY! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SOHOHO BAHAHAD!”

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

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

“How about this? Coochie coochie coo~”

“STAHAHAP TEHEHEASING MEHEHEHE! AHAHAHA!”

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” Scara said, playing dumb.

“YOHUHU LIAHAHAR! YOU- GAHAHAHA! NOHOHO!”

Sethos squealed as Scara used his thumb to massage his upper ribs.

“PLEheaSE ScahahARA!”

“Oh, my ticklish, little bee. Begging already? We are barely getting started~”

He decided to have a little mercy on Sethos, slowing down, so he could take a breather.

“Thahank youhuhu,” he giggled out.

“I’ll tell you what,” Scara started. “If you don’t laugh for 5 minutes straight, you win the challenge and get to tickle me to your heart’s content. If you lose, get ready to be tickled without mercy.”

“Pfft, 5 minutes. I can handle that. Challenge accepted!”

Wanderer inwardly grinned, his scheme working as he kissed Sethos with passion. Being caught off guard, Sethos quickly recovered, returning the kiss, unaware of the one hand that was inching closer and closer to his side until-

“MMPHAHAHA!”

Perfect.

“Noho! Youhuhu caught mehe off guahard!”

“I win~” Scara cheekily said. “Seems like that was your best… what a pity.”

“You planned that from the start!” Sethos pouted.

He stuck his tongue out towards Sethos. “Bleh, I win and that is all that matters. Come here and give me my prize.”

He lunged toward Sethos, leaving him no time to escape before he crawled his fingers under his clothes and attacked his tummy.

“I’ll geHEt yOUhu bahACK! AhAHAhAha!”

“Keep on dreaming little bee~”

After what felt like an eternity to Sethos of Wanderer skittering his fingers along his sensitive spots and teasing him to oblivion, his lover let up, lying right beside him.

“Mouchehe, you’re a ruhuthlehess tihickler.”

“Heh, that means that I’m still good at it or you are just too ticklish for your own good, or maybe both.”

“Scaraaa.”

They both fell into a peaceful silence as they stared up at the now starry sky, enjoying each other’s presence.

“Sethos?” Wanderer’s voice was soft when he spoke his name.

“Hmm?”

“Your words from before, I wanted to hear someone say those words to me for so long.”

“Which ones? You being sweet?” Sethos teased.

“Sethos,” Scara groaned. “I’m trying to be vulnerable here.”

“Hehe. Sorry sorry,” he chuckled, turning towards him and hugging him.

“I’m talking about when you told me you’d take care of me,” Scaramouche continued, snuggling into his embrace. “How it’s not rotten work to you and how you love me.”

He took a breath before continuing.

“It's all I ever wanted. Someone to say those words to me.”

A shooting star raced through the sky, lighting up his eyes. Sethos saw hope and a new spark of life in those mesmerizing eyes of his.

“I know I’m a bratty character and that’ll probably never go away, but I love you. I truly love you, even if I don’t show it at times. And…and I’ll go to the ends of the world for you too.”

Sethos could see the tips of his ears reddening and he inwardly grinned at how cute he was before going in for a quick peck on the cheek.

“Mochi, I love you so much. You are so freakin cute right now. But in all seriousness, I’m happy that you are in my life and I can’t wait to spend all of it with you. My sweet, honey love.”

“Archons, you are going to be the death of me you mushy bee.”

Sethos brought their lips together for a slow and soft kiss. Knocking their foreheads softly together, both of them stared into each other’s eyes, enjoying the moment before pulling away. Sethos was the first to stand up, grinning from ear to ear. Wanderer shook his head in amusement, picking up his hat and setting it atop his head before reaching out towards his lover’s outstretched hand. They started their way back into the city, hand in hand with fingers entwined.

My Honey.

My Bee.

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

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Home (is wherever I’m with you) -fic

For Artists Who See Their Art on My Fics Link to Art (chosen by Perz): credits go to @buffkagome (anby ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚) on Twitter!) Sethos/Scaramouche

Summary (by Perz): Just them being lovey dovey, ticklish boyfriends :)

Perz: Another submission by @vaporized-dimsum! This time a fic! I want to express my gratitude and deep thanks to her for this gift and allowing me to post it here for all of you to enjoy! Couldn’t stop kicking and crying at how cute this was, so aah!

Word Count: 2609

Also on AO3!

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The Temple of Silence, as one might expect, is a quiet place. Wanderer is quick to grow fond of it compared to the racket of The Akademiya. And of course, seeing Sethos in his home and amongst his friends and family was a pleasant sight too. Not that he would ever tell him that though.

The elders adored him and were always fussing over whether he was eating enough, and the kids never seemed to leave him alone. Since Wanderer was to remain in Sethos’ presence for the duration of his stay, that meant he was fussed over and never left alone either. It was… nice.

Playing with children was like a muscle he hadn’t stretched in a long time. Still, even after centuries it felt as though it was second nature.

Sethos’ heart swelled watching Wanderer interact with the little ones. Letting them play with his hat (no, he wasn’t jealous at all), bringing him things to levitate with his Anemo Vision, chasing him as he hovered away at a slow pace. The cherry on top was the sweet sweet smile on Wanderer’s face that he managed to hide pretty well until the very end. Sethos likened it to catching a shooting star for witnessing it himself.

“What’s that look for?” He muttered when the elders called the children to them.

Ah. He’d been caught staring again. Sethos chuckled. “You’re good with kids. It’s real cute.”

“Hmph. They’re simple creatures, easily entertained. It’s not difficult to manage them.”

Sethos opened his mouth to quip but a little one had called his name. He turned and got down on one knee as they approached him. Wanderer let himself stare now that his back was turned. The intricately styled braids in his curly hair. The gold accessories and freckles. Down past his broad shoulders to his spine where his clothes parted into a tasty back wind—

Oh?

Sethos patted the child on their head as he graciously accepted the golden Sumeru roses they had gifted him. One for him, and one for their guest. He was pretty sure this little one had developed quite a puppy crush on Wanderer too. Sethos grinned watching them go. He totally knew that feeling.

“Wow, Hat Guy. You’re popular wherever you g- IIEHEHE—!”

The squeal bounced off the four walls and left a deathly silence in its wake. Both green and indigo eyes were wide with surprise, but Wanderer’s were quick to narrow deviously.

“What was that all about?” He asked with the innocence of a kitten despite his curled fingers.

Sethos cleared his throat and stood up clumsily, “A-Ah, well one of the little ones entrusted me with gifting this to you. Pretty, isn’t it?”

He shows Wanderer the gold rose and to his relief, it actually does distract him. Temporarily anyway. Enough that Sethos, against his better judgement, comes closer to tuck it behind his ear.

“It looks good on you with your dark hair.”

Wanderer feels his face grow warm, “If you say so.”

Like magnets, they draw closer to each other until their lips nearly brush.

“Was that you I heard laughing, Sethos?” Said one of the adults in passing.

The two of them broke away swiftly, cheeks burning. “U-Uh, yeah! Just me!”

The woman in the doorway chuckled, “It’s been awhile, hearing you get all giggly like that. Your grandfather loved to tickle you and cuddle you when you were small. It was so cute!”

“Really?” Wanderer echoed.

Oh no.

“Tell me more. Sounds pretty interesting.”

Sethos waved his hands wildly, “H-Haha! Okay well that’s nice! You can go now, Aunty!”

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop embarrassing our great and glorious leader.” She bowed to them and as she walked away, she looked over her shoulder, “And to our kind guest, do be gentle with him. He really never outgrew how ticklish he is.”

Sethos gawked at the absolute betrayal by one of his own people. Desert aunties didn’t mess around. Sure she probably changed his diapers and bathed him but—

But he didn’t have much time to dwell on it with Wanderer’s eyes pinned to him. “Never outgrew it, huh?”

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up. Can’t we talk about something else? Or… finish what we started?”

Wanderer’s hands instinctively tug his shirt to pull Sethos closer for the kiss he didn’t get but he stops him halfway, “Not here. We can go to my room.”

“How scandalous.”

“Well if you don’t want me to kiss you, you’re welcome to not come with me.”

Wanderer rolls his eyes and follows after him. The living quarters are like a labyrinth of hallways but Sethos navigates them with no troubles. His room is full of leathery books, a few TCG decks, colorful handmade quilts, and a blooming mini succulent garden- courtesy of his friends, no doubt. It’s a bit messy, but full of life and an irresistible coziness. Wanderer feels right at home here despite this being his first time stepping foot in it.

Sethos now tugs on his wrists and sits him on his bed before diving in to kiss him silly. Wanderer can’t get a word out about how desperate and hot and bothered he’s acting but he doesn’t mind one bit. Being caged between his arms and eaten alive has never felt so wonderful.

Wanderer laces their bodies as close together as possible, and eventually, his fingers trail down his back to that sweet patch of exposed skin and—

Sethos all but squeals in his mouth. When he breaks away with wide crescent eyes, there’s a thin string of spit connecting them.

“Oh, I’m gonna devour you.” Wanderer growls playfully, licking his lips.

He doesn’t know how but Sethos quickly finds himself hoisted onto the bed and pinned under him. He hardly gets any protest in before that awful fluttery sensation runs all over his exposed lower back. And with Wanderer seated on his legs, he’s not going anywhere anytime soon no matter how badly it tickles.

And it’s bad.

“GYAHAAHAHAH- wait- wait! Not there! Not- baahahahah!”

He muffles his laughter in his pillows and blankets. Wanderer doesn’t know if he likes that or loves it. Sethos flails his limbs uselessly when he switches from fluttering to pinching and spreading the skin along the knobs of his spine. And when he scoots down to press into what’s practically his tail bone— that gets him howling.

“AHCK- oh SHIHIHIIHIHHIT! Hat- Hat GAHAHAAHAHAAHUY! I can’t!”

“Can’t what?”

“CAHAHAHAHAAHN’T TAHAHAKE IHIHIT! PLEHEHEEHHEHEASE, IT’S BAHAHAD!! IT’S SO BAAHAD!!!”

“Is it?”

“YEHEHEHES!”

“That’s a shame. I quite like this spot. You’ll just have to deal with it, little bee.”

“Nohohoho! Ihit’s really —KYAA!! WHAT IS THAHAAHAHAHAT?!”

“A dusk bird feather that I found in this book.”

“Jeheherk! I was using thahat as a bookm- MM! Mhmhmhmhm, stohohohop ihihihit! Lehemme tahahahalk! Honeehehey!!”

The soft plume licked and curled against his back, and his giggling was sickeningly sweet when it came to feathery tickles… Wanderer scoffed, “I’m barely even touching you.”

“Bahahaharely touchihihing is still touchihing!”

“Hah. That aunty of yours was right. What would your followers think if they heard their dignified leader giggling his pretty little head off, hmm?”

Sethos whined as he pressed his face further into his pillow and hugged it tightly, shaking his head in protest. The curves of his ears were burning up.

“No point in hiding it, little bee. I’m about to make you buzz nice and loud.”

He’d hardly processed what Wanderer said, let alone how it made him feel. Actually, that happened a lot faster. Because suddenly, his fingers were scribbling viciously into his armpits and Sethos screeched.

“NAHAAHAHAHAHAHHA! OH, MERCY!! HONEY!!! MERCEEHEEHEEY!!!!”

“I’m afraid I’m not much of a merciful guy.”

“ARCHOHONS! PLEHEHEASE!! I’LL BEG- IHI’LL BEHEHEG!!!”

“Oh? I do like the sound of that. Go on then. Beg me.”

He thrashed from side to side, pinning his arms down and trapping Wanderer’s hands in that tortuous spot. No matter where he went, the sensation followed. Unbearable and so so good, although he was pretty sure whatever words he did manage to get out weren’t in any intelligible language.

For all his bucking and twisting though, Wanderer decided to sit up just enough so Sethos flopped bonelessly onto his back before he locked him in place beneath him once more. He squeaked in protest as Wanderer stole the breath right out of his lungs. His tongue against his, his teeth tugging on his bottom lip, he felt like he truly was being devoured.

And he never wanted it to stop.

If he wasn’t human, would he be able to kiss Wanderer forever too? Without needing to breathe?

Sethos weakly clutched Wanderer’s wrists as his hands cupped his face, pulling with no strength whatsoever, “Hah- Hon’- please… air. Ngh— air. Can’t bre…hah…”

Wanderer pulled away and was convinced he could get off on just the sight of him. The dizzied and delirious look on his face. Warm brown skin and teary green eyes glittering like emeralds. That stupid stupid smile, shiny and red with spit and bites. His chest heaving.

What a sight to behold.

Sethos hiccuped, “Now w-who’s the one sta-aring?”

Wanderer caressed his face gently, thumbing over his cheekbone and puffy bottom lip until Sethos swiped his tongue against his skin playfully. Then hiccuped again. Cheeky brat.

“Looks like you’ve still got some fight in you.”

Even the buzz of his words against his lips tickles. Sethos licks the seam of Wanderer’s mouth, hiccups, and grins.

“I could do this all day, honey.”

“Figured you’d say that. Now let’s do something about those hiccups.”

Wanderer’s hands slide down his face and along the rise and fall of his chest. The hills and valleys of each rib under his coasting thumbs makes Sethos chortle desperately. And when Wanderer presses into the dimples of his hips, he all but melts.

“You like this spot, little bee?” Wanderer asks playfully with his spidery scribbly touch.

“Noho-HIC —I lohove ihih—HIC- it!”

Oh it’s awful. Sethos’ hips jitter and jump the more his hands draw inward towards his crotch. There’s a pulse point on an artery there. Humans, Wanderer knew, were chock full of weak spots.

And Sethos is endearingly human.

“Aww, thahahanks, honey. Tha—HIC—t’s real sweeheet.”

Wanderer blinked, he must’ve said that last part out loud. He stills his fingers and finally lets Sethos catch his breath.

Soon enough, Sethos crawls into his lap and plops his head on his thighs like a spoiled kitty cat. He sighs so contently, like Wanderer was the comfiest spot in the whole wide world. He nearly purrs when Wanderer runs his fingers through his hair.

“Mmm… that feels so good. Keep going please.”

“Pfft. This is how you treat your guests? Shouldn’t you be spoiling me?”

“Was obliterating me not enough? You’re the spoiled one.”

Wanderer rolls his eyes, continuing to massage his scalp and caress his face. He scoots back so they’re both more comfortable and now also blanketed. The boy in his lap might as well be a sentient pile of slime condensate.

“Honey’s skin’s so smooth…” Sethos coos, “And cool to the touch, too.”

He nuzzles Wanderer’s inner thigh with his cheek before humming a pleased sigh. In an instant, the sensation makes Wanderer clip his face between his legs, making them both yelp.

“I was so comfy…” He whines, “What’s wrong?”

Before Wanderer can even answer, to his dismay, Sethos puts the pieces together all too quickly. “Wait a minute-“

“No.”

“Are you?”

“I’m not.”

He’d responded too quickly both times, telling Sethos everything he already knew.

“You are, aren’t you! You lied! I knew you were lying!!”

Wanderer backs away to the foot end of the bed but it doesn’t put much distance between them before Sethos squishes him beneath his torso. Those green eyes are sparkling with a newfound discovery and revitalized mischief.

“You lied.” He states confidently.

“Like I’ve never done that before.” Mutters Wanderer, “Get. Off. Don’t you DAHARE—“

The weight he put in his elbows topples Wanderer the moment Sethos’ hands slide under his shorts and squeeze. The tingling ripples out from his thighs like his laughter in the room.

“FUHUCK! Sehethos!! Get ohoff! No- HYAH!”

He bonks his head against the footboard and then Sethos’ head too when he wedges his way into the crook of his neck. So close to the Electro mitsudono on his nape. The raspberry Sethos planted sparked his nerves into haywire.

“You keep your secrets close to your chest, huh?” Sethos grins. “Lucky for you, I’m great at keeping secrets!”

“Pihihiss ohohoff! Get your lips ohoff of mehehehe!!”

One raspberry twines into another all along his neck. And as it turns out, that weak spot on Sethos’ hips is just another thing they both share, his fingers climbing higher and higher into his shorts to scribble at it.

“Who’s got the most kittenish little meow meow laugh? Honey does! Honey does!” Sings Sethos, blowing gentle puffs against Wanderer’s ears.

“Shuhut uhup! Stuhupid little BEEHEEHEE!! NAHAAHAHAHAHA!”

“Huh, never realized your shorts have cutouts here.”

His hands felt so nice gripping his little waist, and yet all Wanderer could do was throw his head back laughing helplessly, “SETHOS! Dohohon’t! STOHOHOP IHIHIHIT!!”

“Don’t stop it? You know I’d never deny my honey anything.”

In addition to the warm glow of his cheeks, Sethos noticed certain patterns on Wanderer’s skin began to glow as well. Up his arms and legs, converging at his chest and even twining around his neck too.

“So pretty…!” He murmured enchantedly.

His fingertip traces along the patterns of light on his skin, following them everywhere they led. They seem to shine even brighter as he did so. And Wanderer’s giggles so adorably, Sethos almost stops.

Almost.

“Cuhuhut it ohout! Whehere do youhu thihink youhu’re touchihing?”

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any cuter!” Cooed Sethos, “Do you light up when you’re feeling something intensely?”

“Ihintehense annohoyahahance, maybeheehee!”

“Aww but you seem like you really love being touched like this. You get all giggly and kittenish.”

If Sethos didn’t know any better, he might’ve briefly thought Wanderer was glowing pink. It seemed that this was Wanderer’s fear because he was quick to wriggle just enough out of Sethos’ arms to flop onto his stomach. In his worming away though, Sethos spotted the source of all his enchantment. The mitsudono on his nape.

“Ohh, is this where all the light comes and goes from?” Ponders Sethos, “Can I touch you here?”

“Haven’t you touched me enough?” Wanderer grumbles.

He spots Sethos move his hands away from him and even begin to give him some space. So his shit eating grin makes him want to forcibly remove Sethos from his own bed when Wanderer drags his hand back to his shoulder.

His hair covers some of the mitsudono, and Wanderer shivers when Sethos gently brushes it to the side. He’d always been aware of how the mark branded him. Sometimes it even felt like hot iron pressing into his skin. So when Sethos gently pecks it, Wanderer can’t help but jolt.

“Did that hurt?” Asks Sethos worriedly.

Wanderer buries his head in Sethos’ blankets. The scent of him nearly drowns out his boyfriend���s voice. He shakes his head.

“No, it didn’t. It… felt nice.”

Sethos sighed with relief, “Oh good. I’m glad. In that case…”

Wanderer’s shoulders jump as Sethos spoons him and smushes his lips against his nape. “Mwah mwah mwah!”

He clearly has no intentions of letting him go with how tangled together their limbs are. “Quihihit it!” Wanderer scoffs, “Araharen’t youhu tired of thihis yet?”

Sethos hums happily against his skin, “Of you? Never.”

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What Are you Hiding There, My Bee~? (fic)

For Artists Who See Their Art on My Fics Link to Full Art: (credits go to @lyrieeeee) Sethos/Scaramouche

Summary: During a picnic, Scaramouche discovers that Sethos has a back window and takes full advantage of it :P

A/N: This is the first fic of a series of SethoScara fics I have planned out. A total of three (maybe more) including this one. Though, you can consider My Honey ♡ My Bee as part one establishing their relationship. Inspiration for this fic comes from this artwork along with this submission from @vaporized-dimsum. I hope you all enjoy reading this one! It was very fun for me to write it! Though the title of this fic was hard to create :( Also, proud to say I typed 51% of this while I was on vacation on my iPod Touch 2nd Generation ;) One last thing, be sure to complete the poll at the end to have a say where Scara should be tickled. It is time for Sethos to get revenge~

Word Count: 2561 Also on AO3!

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Sethos and Scaramouche were having a picnic. Scara initially refused but eventually gave in because of Sethos’ persistence. So here he was, running his fingers through his lover’s hair and feeling the soft strands.

“Having fun over there, honey~” Sethos teased.

Are you having fun with my hat, annoying bee?” Scara huffed.

“Aw, still sulky about having a picnic with me?”

“You are so annoying.”

Wanderer refused to admit that he was actually enjoying this mundane activity of a picnic.

“Lighten up. Here,” the leader of the Temple of Silence set down Scara’s hat and turned around, handing him one of the cooked dishes he packed. “You haven’t eaten yet. Try my signature dish. I know you’ll like it.”

“And what makes you think I’ll like your cooking?” he asked, dropping Sethos’ hair in annoyed disappointment. Why do I like his hair so much?

“Because I only make the best of the best for my boyfriend!~”

“Tch,” he felt his face start to heat up and grabbed the food from Sethos’ hands to hide his incoming blush.

“Stop saying words like that,” he mumbled, taking a bite from his boyfriend’s cooking.

Oh shit. It’s good.

The former god’s eyes widened in disbelief at the explosion of tastes hitting him as he took another bite.

“So, you like it?”

“It’s really-” he was about to compliment him, but he saw the smug look in his eyes.

“Actually, it’s really terrible.”

“Now, now love~” Sethos singsonged. “I know you’re lying. I saw the look in your eyes~”

“You saw nothing.”

“What about that bite you just took?”

“That was for your pride, so it won’t take a hit.”

“Oh, don’t be like that, Wan,” Sethos laughed and leaned on him.

“Hmph,” he grumbled.

Sethos dropped his teasing and went to grab and admire his lover's hat instead. Laying on his belly, his long locks covering his entire back.

“What’s your deal with my hat anyway?” Scara asked, ignoring the craving to just comb his fingers through his bee’s hair.

“It’s so cool! The patterns, ornaments, and accessories are so detailed!”

“If you want it, you can take it.”

“Really?!”

Sethos giddily grinned, putting his lover’s hat on with a cheeky smirk as he faced him.

“You want to use my hat as an umbrella?” Sethos imitated him.

“That’s not how-”

“The fucking audacity to make that request.”

Sethos burst out laughing and fell forward into Scara's lap.

“That’s not how I sound like,” Scara glared at him.

“Noho, that is hohow you sound lihike.”

Sethos continued to laugh, making Scara’s hat fall off and parting his long locks. Scara’s eyes widened when he saw a sliver of skin shine in the sunlight.

“I didn’t know you had a back window,” he reached out in awe. “Why do you even-”

“HYAHAHA!”

He jolted in his lover’s lap, letting out a bright shrill of laughter, distinct from his laughing right before.

“That was…uh…” Sethos’ eyes darted up towards his lover who had a hint of mischief running through his eyes.

“What are you hiding there, my bee~?”

“Eek! I-I gotta head out now. Haha! N-Need to run some errands so bye!”

Sethos made a run for it, activating his Electro powers. Wanderer just watched him, slowly getting up and picking up his hat. A shit-eating grin grew on his face. It hasn’t even been a week since he tickled Sethos, but he has been craving to hear his delicious laughter and just get his hands on him.

“Get back here, little bee~”

Sethos felt shivers travel down his spine as he heard those words and ran even faster. He saw Wanderer’s shadow in front of him and went into panic mode.

“I’m getting closer, love~,” he heard from above.

“N-No you’re nohohot!” he squeaked out, reversing his direction to throw his pursuer off.

But he knows he’s winning a losing battle. The sounds of Wanderer’s clothing becoming louder with each passing second.

Scara was having the time of his life making Sethos let out little squeaks and giggles trying to run away from him. He also had a great view of his physique and his muscular arms. The way the sweat made his skin glisten and- What am I thinking!? He shook his head and eyed his prize, the back window. His lover’s hair swayed back and forth, his back window coming in and out of view as if teasing Scara.

“Dumb little bee,” he huffed to himself.

By now, he was right on top of Sethos and smirked devilishly.

“Coming down~”

Sethos didn’t have time to react as he was tackled down to the ground from above.

“Oof! Hon- Whoa-whoa-whoaah!”

Sethos lost his footing and Wanderer managed to shield his head in his arms right before they started tumbling down the hill. Thankfully it was a grassy hill as they rolled and rolled until they reached the bottom.

“Ugh,” Sethos groaned, face down in the grass as he turned his face to the side once he felt Scara get off him. “At least it wasn’t saAHAHAHA-!”

Sethos let out a shriek as he felt a finger scratch the patch of skin exposed on his back.

“MoCHIHIhi!” He tried raising himself but immediately felt his lover straddle him and a sudden squeeze on his sides. “EYAHAHAHA!”

His hands gave out and his body shook with laughter as Wanderer scribbled his fingers over his back.

“Ihihi dihihidn’t eheheven dohoho ahahanythihihing! Why ahaham ihihi gehehetihing tihihickled?”

“Oh, you did do something, little bee,” he said, grazing his fingers against his clothed shoulder blades. Eheheheek!

Wanderer couldn’t help but chuckle at Sethos’ reactions. He’s cute when he laughs and giggles like this.

“Whahat dihihid ihihi- WAHAHAIT!” Sethos yelped when he felt Scara lift up his clothing, exposing his back to the warm breeze. “Hohonehehey! Dohohon’t dohoho ihihit! Plehehease!

“Do what?”

“Tihihihickle mehehe! Whahat elSEHEHE- NOHOHOHAHAHA!”

“I thought you would never ask~”

His devious lover smirked as he now properly tickled his back. His fingers scribbled over the ticklish real estate.

“WAHAHA! T-ThAHAt’s NOHOHOT waHAHAt I MEAhaHANT!”

“You said, ‘Tickle me,’ didn’t you? What else am I supposed to do, not tickle you? You asked for it, little bee~” Scara smirked, planting kisses on the ticklish skin as his fingers trailed down his spine.

Sethos shook his head in ticklish mirth, grass falling out of his hair as he tried to reach behind him to fend off Scara’s fingers but to no avail.

“Youhu arEHEHE usIHIHing myhy wohohords aga- AHAHAHA! ahahagainst MEHEHE, MOCHIHIHI!”

He scoffed, “Since you care so much about words, try to spell what I’m writing then.”

He slid his fingers meticulously across his lover’s back, focusing on his shoulder blades.

“AHAHAHA!” Sethos screeched. “IHIHI’M NOHOHOT REHEHEHADY!”

“Wrong answer~” Scara grinned, squeezing his side.

“NAHAHA! OkaHAHAY! OkAHay! Uhh, ehehe! ‘L’ Ahaha! ‘O-’ GAHAHA! NOHOHO!” Sethos let out a loud laugh when Scara traced the third letter on his spine.

“You want to give up?”

“NEHEHEVER! ‘VehEHEHE!’”

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you~”

“‘VEHEHE!’ ’V!’ aHAHand ‘EHEHE!’ ‘E!’ MOCHIHIHI!”

“And it spells?”

“LOHOHOHOVE!”

“Wha-”

“LOVE! LOHOHOVE! LOVEHEHE!”

Scara’s hands stilled in surprise, not expecting him to answer correctly.

“Yeah,” he said, continuing his onslaught of scribbles. Hehehey! Ihihihi answerehehed correhehectly! “How about this one?” he asked, ignoring his lover’s protests.

He increased the pressure of his writing and instead of letters, he started drawing a few shapes.

“WHAhahat arehehe thOHOSE!? ThOHose areHEhen’t WOHOHORDS! AHAHAHA!”

“Well, use letters to create a word to name them. Shouldn’t be too hard since you are a master spelling bee, aren’t you~?” Scara knows he is being cruel, but he can’t help but want to take victory in this game.

Sethos had tears of mirth threatening to fall but that wasn’t going to make him back down from the challenge. He tried to focus, focusing on his lover’s fingers. How they know their way to make him laugh and draw out the reactions they want.

“NOHOHOHOT THAHAHAT FOHOCUS!” he pounded his fists into the ground as a guffaw of laughter left his lips.

His lover just raised an eyebrow in amusement, fluttering the feather on his vision in place of his fingers and enjoying the way his back repeatedly arched up and down.

Ticklish shocks ran through Sethos’ body, but he wasn’t ready to give up. He focused once again, visualizing the shapes that Scara was tracing on his back. A circle, ahahaha! He’s merciless! Nehehe, a heart. And…a zig-zag? Heheahaha! Darn, my ticklish back!

“Ahaha! A ciRIHIcleHE! CIRCLEHE! HEART! AHAHAHAND! ZIHIHIG-ZAHAHAG! ZIG-ZAHAG!”

Scara was yet again surprised, more so than last time.

Shit, he is really good at this. Tch, I’ll just need to trick him then. Use his ability to my advantage.

“Dihihid Ihihi wihihin?” Sethos giggled, a hint of smugness laced in his voice.

“You are a cocky, little bee,” Scara dug into the back of his ribs in punishment.

“HAHAHAHA! WAHAHAHA! I’M SOHOHOHRRY! I’M SORREHEHEY! I’M SAHAHAHARRY! NAHAHAHA!”

Scara roughly tickled him for a couple more minutes before letting up.

“Nohoho mohohore, plehehease!”

“Serves you right.”

Scara placed his hands on his lover’s back once more, making him yelp in surprise.

“Mohohore?” he whined.

“Mhm,” Scara hummed. “You guess this right, you win.”

Scara traced Sethos’ back more lightly this time, almost like a caress. Sethos happily giggled, his head resting on his arm as he turned to the side with a carefree smile on his face.

“Thihihis ihihis prehehetty nihihice, ehehe.”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Scara said, tracing down his spine.

He twitched in Scara’s hold in surprise. “AHAHahaHA! OhHOHo rigHIhigHT!”

Scara snorted and started tracing the letters again.

“’Tehehe’ ‘Ihi’ uhuhum ‘C’ ‘KehHEHE’ ‘L-Ehehe’ ahahAHA! ‘M’ ‘Ehe!’”

“And what does that spell?” A smug expression crossed Scara’s face as he continued his soft tracing.

“Ahahahaehehe! ‘Tihihickle Mehe!’”

“Come again, little bee~” Scara teased, stopping his tracing.

“Tickle Me!”

A beat passed before Sethos’ eyes widened like saucers in realization and he turned to look at him.

“Honey. You are so eHEHEVIHIHIL! NAHAHAHA!”

He shoved his face back into his arm as Scara ruthlessly scribbled his fingers on his skin.

“I honestly can’t believe you fell for it twice, my ticklish bee~”

“YOUHUHUHU WEHEHEHERE DIHIHISTRAHACTING MEHEHE! I-I COHOHOULDN’T THI- AHAHAHAHA! THINK!”

“Doesn’t change the fact you still said it,” he stuck out his tongue at him even though he couldn’t see him.

“MOCHIHIHI!” he shrieked when he felt him target the spot where his back window would be if his clothing were not lifted up. “YOUHUHU PLAHAHAYED DIHIHIRTY!”

“How could I have played dirty? You correctly said the two words I was drawing, and you won.”

“WEHEHELL, HAHAHAHA! Y-YOUHUHU STIHIHILL PLAHAHAYED DIHIHIRTY! THIHIHIS IHIHIS YOUR EXCUSEHE TOHOHO TIHIHICKLE MEHEHEHE! YOUHU JUHUST COUHULDN’T ACCEHEPT THE FAHACT I WAS BEHEATING YOUHU AT YOUR OHOWN GAHAME! AHAM IHIHI RIGHIT?”

The tickling suddenly stopped and Sethos gulped in some much-needed air. He took the time to catch his breath and regain his energy. A few minutes passed of him just panting and the wind brushing the blades of grass around them. It was then that Sethos realized that Wanderer, who was still on top of him, wasn’t saying anything.

“Lov-Ow!”

Scara suddenly shifted forward and nipped at his ear.

“What was-”

“You just couldn’t keep your mouth shut, could you?” Scara directly whispered into his ear making him shudder. His voice was much deeper and threatening, making Sethos gulp in nervousness.

"You want to see how I really play dirty?”

Sethos could hear the smirk in his voice, and he felt butterflies in his stomach. Whether they were from excitement or fear or even both, he didn’t know. He tried to speak but no words came out.

“Where is all that bravado now, my bee?”

Scara grabbed Sethos’ chin and turned his head towards him. Sethos saw the look in his lover’s eyes and audibly gulped, heart pounding in his chest. Scara's violet eyes shined with hunger and that smirk turned into a devilish grin when he saw his reaction.

“I have one word for you,” he leaned even closer to him, making him squirm in his hold. “Raspberries.”

Before Sethos could even process what he said, he immediately succumbed to laughter with Scara blowing raspberry after raspberry on his back.

“BWAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHA! HOHOHON- AHAHAHAHA! PLE- HAHAHAHA!” Sethos couldn’t even finish his words as Wanderer mercilessly wrecked him with raspberries.

“Pfft!” His spine.

“NAHAHAHAHA!”

“PfFFTt!” His shoulder blades.

“GAHAHAHAHA!”

“PFFFFTTT!” His back window.

“BWAHAHAHAHA!”

And to make matters worse for him, he started drilling his fingers into his sides and armpits along with scribbles on the back of his ribs.

“EYAHAHAHAHA!”

Sethos was in hysterics as he pounded the ground with his fists and kicked his legs out.

“SCA- AHAHAHAHAHA! SCAHAHAHA- HAHAHAHA! SCAHAHAHARAHAHAHA!”

“That is my name, ticklish bee.”

“STAHAHAHAHAHAP! I-I’M GONNA DIEHEHEHE! AHAHAHAHAHA!

“Apologize.”

“I-I CAHAHAHAN’T- GAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Guess you chose death.”

“NOHOHOHO! WAI- AHAHA! WAHAHAHAIT! OKAHAHAHAY! I-I’M SOHOHOHORRY FOHOHOR SAHAHAYING THOHOHOSE THIHIHINGS TOHOHOHO YOUHUHU!”

“Hmm.”

“WHAHAHAHAT EHEHEHELSE DO YOUHUHU WAHAHAHANT MEHEHEHE TOHOHOHO- BWAHAHAHA! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE! STAHAHAHAP!”

“Beg.”

“WAHAHAHAHAT?”

“Plead for it, nicely.”

“AHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO WAHAHAHAY! snort D-DOHOHOHOHON’T- GAHAHAHAHAHA! snort”

“I’m waiting~”

“N-NEHEHEHEVER! Y-YOU- snort NAHAHAHA W-WOHOHON'T GEHEHET IHIHIT OHOUT OHOF MEHEHE!"

"Oh, you're going to wish you never said those words. Laugh before me, my ticklish bee~"

Scara mustered all the breath he could take before letting out the biggest and loudest raspberry he could right on poor Sethos' back window and repeating it over and over all while spidering his fingers all over the rest of his back. The last of Sethos' defense came tumbling down soon after.

"GAHAHAHAHA! snort NONONOHOHOHO! FINE! snort FHIHIHINE! WAHAHAHANDEHEHE! STAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEASE! snort SCAHAHAHAHARA! MYHYHY BELOHOHOVED HOHOHONEHEY! I’M BEHEHEHEGGING YOUHUHU! snort BWAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIT’S TOHOHOHOO MUHUHUHCH! snort PLEHEHEASE! HAHAHAVE MEHEHEHERCY! MEHEHERCEHEHEHEY!”

Oh my archons, he is so adorable.

Scara smiled endearingly at him, at last giving him mercy. He trailed little kisses and raspberries from his back to his neck and eventually turned him over onto his back and went in for a slow, sensual kiss which Sethos immediately melted into.

“Mmm~ Scaraah~ mmph~”

“Mm~ Sethohh~ Hahh~”

They made out for a few minutes, combing their fingers through each other’s hair and exploring each other’s mouths before pulling away. Breathless, they stared at one another taking in each other’s flushed face before Sethos started giggling.

“Your tickling was ruthless!” Sethos managed to say in between giggles.

“But you liked it~”

Sethos looked away blushing but didn’t deny it.

Wanderer chuckled, lifting himself up and picking Sethos up bridal style.

“Let’s finish our picnic.”

“Oh, when did you become such a romantic?~ Ack! Sohohorry!”

“If you don’t shut up, I won’t do this again.”

He was blushing and looking straight ahead as he went up the hill. Sethos glanced at him before closing his eyes in exhaustion with an understanding smile on his face.

“I love you, honey.”

A smile tugged at Scara’s lips.

“I love you too, bee.”

Sethos fell asleep in his arms soon after and curled in towards his chest. He shook his head fondly.

“Let’s go home instead.”

He silently called upon the Aranara to pack up their things and that he’d pick them up later. After thanking them, he set off towards their home and he looked back down at Sethos’ sleeping form. He smiled lovingly at him and planted a kiss on his temple.

“Sleep well, my lovely, ticklish bee.”

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

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A Birthday to Remember

Link to Art: Durin and Scara (@GenshinImpact), SethoScara (@GenshinImpact)

Summary: Styling Scara’s hair and talking about feelings among other things. And tickling of course :)

A/N: Sorry that this is very late 😞. I hope the magic of Wanderer’s birthday gets conveyed to you all even though his birthday has passed. Not as much tickling as my other fics but filled with loving moments between Sethos and Scara along with Durin. Plus, some mentions of the poly ship. Hope you enjoy the fic :)

Word Count: 4,654 (I’m so tired 😪) Also on AO3!

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Durin was resting on top of Wanderer's hat as both of them and Sethos were heading back to the Temple of Silence after having lunch with Cyno and playing TCG.

“I never asked for a card game with you and Cyno on my birthday,” Scara grumbled.

“Hey, don't be like that,” Sethos laughed. “Did you enjoy it at least?”

“No.”

“Oh, come on. It was fun!”

“Not with how many jokes he told. Terrible ones at that.”

“I found them funny!” Durin chirped up.

“Yeah, they are funny! Durin gets it. Aether even said that Xiao chuckles at Cyno’s jokes.”

“You called?”

A whoosh sounded behind them and there stood Xiao with a hint of a smile.

“What's this about jokes?”

“Xiao! We didn't mean to call you. We were just discussing how funny Cyno’s jokes are.”

“They're not,” Wanderer interjected.

“But they are,” Xiao argued. “Especially the—”

“Ugh, all of you have a broken sense of humor. I’m outta here.”

“Honey,” Sethos whined. “Don’t leave us! Maybe this joke is funny to you.”

Sethos and Xiao caught up with Durin and Scara who huffed in annoyance.

“Okay, so it starts like this. I love my fingers.”

“I love mine too, so what?”

“I can always count on them!”

Both Xiao and Durin snorted at the joke while Sethos had a goofy grin on his face. And Scara…

“Well…I can always count on my middle finger to fuck you,” he smoothly replied, looking back at him with a smirk.

Sethos’s jaw dropped at the comment, his face immediately flushing red. Xiao choked on a laugh, knowing full well what Scara meant. Durin was laughing at the thought of Scara throwing middle fingers at Sethos every chance he could. Thankfully, little innocent Durin doesn’t know the other way much to everyone else's relief.

“Xiao, do you mind teleporting us the rest of the way to the Temple of Silence? I don’t think Seth will be able to walk from here anymore.”

Wanderer was grinning from ear to ear at this point.

“Heh, of course. Everyone, hold on to me.”

With a whoosh, they were all teleported inside Sethos’s room in the temple.

“Alright. I’m going to be leaving now. Need anything else?”

“No, we’re good. Thanks for coming. And Cyno might be in Gandharva Ville with Tighnari or still at the Lambard’s Tavern if you wanted to talk with him.”

“Thank you. I’m gonna drag Aether there with me.”

“Wow, you are such a good boyfriend, Xiao.”

“Well, Ae never complains. Oh, Wan. Before I go.”

“Hmm- mmm~”

Xiao gave him a sweet kiss, nipping at his lip playfully before pulling away.

“Happy birthday. We all love you, especially him.”

He nodded towards Sethos who had a pout on his lips.

“Where’s my- mmph!”

Xiao pulled him in with ease and pulled away just as quickly.

“There, are you happy? You are as needy as Heizou and Lyney.”

Sethos grinned stupidly, making Scara roll his eyes. They said their goodbyes, Xiao patting Durin’s head and giving Sethos and Scara quick parting pecks before going off to get Aether.

“Do you think he is going to find Aether with Kinich?” Sethos asks.

“Of course,” Scara answered, rolling his eyes. “Either they get along and tickle the crap out of Ae or they’re going to get in an argument and Ae is just going to tickle the crap out of them.”

“Can Ae really handle the two of them?”

“In a tickle fight? Hmm, probably. He is a fighter and definitely has the tactics to escape and bring them down laughing. He can also be tickled for quite a long time because of his high stamina which might sound bad, but he just loves being tickled. He's such a lee. In bed, maybe not. His stamina is going to be used against him, that’s for sure. And Xiao and Kinich are definitely packing down th—”

Sethos nudged him with his elbow, eyes full of amusement as he flicked them upward. Durin, honey.

“…the bed for cuddles. Yeah, for cuddles, since he is definitely sleepy after being…tickled.”

Scara internally facepalmed as he finished. His ears burned as he changed the subject.

“So, what else did you have planned for my birthday?”

Sethos chuckled, his eyes sparkling.

“I actually wanted to style your hair! It will totally lift your spirits.”

“…Tch. As if I would let you touch my hair,” he scoffed, setting down his hat on Sethos’s bed and Durin crawling off it in favor of the more comfortable sheets.

“Oh honey, drop the act,” he purred behind him, placing his chin on his lover's shoulder and making him jump. “I saw that flicker of interest in your eyes~”

“I don't have any interest in your dumb ideas, little bee.”

“You are playing hard to get right now. Guess I have to change that attitude of yours.”

Sethos suddenly dipped his hands into Scara’s pant pockets or as he likes to call them, hip windows, making Scara jolt in surprise and immediately grab his wrists.

“Don't,” he hissed.

“I can always count on my fingers to tickle you too, y’know?”

Without waiting for a response, he went right in for the kill, massaging deep into his hips with his thumbs and wiggling his fingers along his inner thighs.

“AHAHAHAHA! YOU AHAHARE SUHUHUCH AN ANNOYHIHING BEHEHEE!” Scara laughed, halfheartedly tugging at his lover's wrists.

“You don't mean that,” Sethos teased, taking notice. “I know you love me~”

“IN YOUR DREHEHEAMS!”

“Still being a tough one, are you? Well, can you handle this too?”

Sethos places a raspberry on the right side of his honey’s neck. And then another. And another. And boy does that do a number on him as he crumbles against Sethos, shaking in laughter as part of his second most ticklish spot was attacked.

“GAHAHAHAHA! SE- bfft! AHAHAHAHA! SEHEHETH! pfft! NAHAHAHA!”

“Can't forget the other side too!”

“WAHAHAIT! Wahahait! Sehethos!” Scara frantically got out, taking a few moments to catch some air.

“Yeah?~”

Sethos hovered over the left side of his neck now while his fingers and thumbs subtly went underneath his shorts and lazily traced along his skin making his eyes go wide in alarm.

“Are you cra—”

“Relax, I wouldn't do it if he was here.”

They both looked at Durin who was looking at them in interest.

“You wanna help me style his hair, Durin?” Sethos asked, his eyes gleaming with mischievousness.

Durin caught on, his own eyes gleaming with glee as he did a little excited dance.

“Yeah! I wanna help!”

“How are you both persistent?” Scara groaned as Sethos led him to the bed and made him sit on his lap, his back against his honey’s firm chest. “My hair is too short to style anyways.”

“Just like your height?”

“I will end you, Sethos.”

Scara turned around, glaring at him.

“Eh, I am taller than you so I doubt you can do anything, my short, honey love~”

Sethos smirked cheekily, having fun teasing him.

“By a mere two centimeters. And I can definitely destroy you, so stop being a cocky bee.”

“Ohoho~ Destroy me you say? I'd like to see you— ack!”

Scara, who was sitting on his lap a second ago, was now towering over him as his back lay on the bed sheets.

“Impressive honey, but that doesn't prove anyTHIHIHING! HAHAHAHA! WAIT! NOHOHOHO!”

Sethos had no time to defend himself as Scara rained down a tickle frenzy on him.

He clawed at his stomach and scribbled along his sides, making Sethos cackle as he weakly pushed at him. They had no effect as Scara simply leaned down into his ear, a smirk dancing on his lips.

“You messed up, my bee,” Scara whispered. “Told you I can destroy youhuhu- whahahat!?”

Scara scrambled to raise himself up, but he felt a weight settle on his back and he fell forward.

“Don't worry, Sethos! I can save you!”

Durin’s voice sounded behind him and he began to feel soft claws glide ticklishly along his sides making him giggle and try to roll away only to have Sethos trap him in a hug.

“You aren't getting away easily, honey~” Sethos grinned, moving his hands to his armpits and scurrying his fingers up and down his hollows.

“AHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT YOUHUHU TWO!” Scara cried out, trying to clamp his arms down but couldn’t and instead opted to hug Sethos and bury his head in the crook of his neck. At least he can feel like he is doing something to lessen the sensations.

“Your laugh is so cute, honey~”

Scara could only laugh and squirm in response as Durin switched sides and Sethos started adding in raspberries along the left side of his neck.

“BWAHAHAHA! OHOHOHOKAHAHAY! OHOKAHAY! STYLE MYHY HAHAHAIR! YOUHUHU CAHAHAN STYLE MY HAHAHAIR! PLEHEHEHEASE! NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!”

“Are you going to stop being a grump on your birthday?”

“YEHEHEHES! IHIHIHI WOHOHOHON’T BEHEHE GRUHUHUMPY! PLEAHEHEASE!”

“You promise?”

“IHIHIHI— AHAHAHAHAHA!”

Sethos moved one of his hands down to squeeze at his hips making him spasm in laughter as he shook his head.

“Was that a no?~”

“NOHOHO!” Scara shook his head desperately. “IHIHIHI PROHOHOMISE I’LL BEHEHE HAHAPPY! SEHEHETHOS! I PROMISEHEHEHE!”

“Promise Durin too.”

“IHIHIHI PROHOHOMISEHEHE YOU AND DUHURIHIHIN! PLEHEHEHEASE!”

Tears of ticklish mirth began soaking Sethos’s clothing as he slowly stopped and began massaging the ghostly tickles away. Durin also stopped, flying over to their heads and nuzzling against them.

“There, there~ That was your well-deserved birthday tickles.”

“You suhuhuck,” Scara giggled, still in his tickle high as he snuggled closer into Sethos’s neck, breathing in his scent. “You bohohoth suck.”

Sethos just chuckled, pecking his cheek as he carded his fingers through his hair.

“Time to style your hair!”

“Actually…can we…stay like this…for a while?”

The softness in Scara’s voice took Sethos by surprise, making him pause his movements before resuming, now gently massaging his scalp.

“Anything for you, honey~”

As Sethos massaged his scalp, Durin joined in and started to knead his back and shoulders. He let out a low groan, his breath evening out as he relaxed and cuddled even closer to Sethos. The soft massage began to lull him to sleep, his eyelids fluttering shut as the sound of his honey’s gentle heartbeat guided him into a peaceful slumber. Sethos continued his ministrations, enjoying the warmth and closeness. The intimacy. The peaceful silence. Sethos took it all in and was starting to feel drowsy himself.

A short while after Scara fell asleep, Sethos and Durin stopped, gently rolling him over so Sethos could change positions so that Scara was now sitting in his lap. As much as Sethos wanted to sleep and cuddle, he wanted to style Scara’s hair.

He’s sleeping like a log.

He carded his fingers through his hair again and Scara nuzzled into his hand, purring softly.

Hehe, you love to purr in your sleep huh?

Sethos kissed him, reluctantly pulling away before looking at Durin. “Ready to style his hair now?” he whispered, grinning.

“Mhmm!” Durin nodded his head, flying around excitedly.

“How do you wanna style his hair?

“Mmm…” Durin had that contemplating look like Scara did when he was thinking really hard making Sethos smile. “Maybe style his hair like yours!”

“Like mine?”

“Yeah! Isn’t that what lovers do? They try to match each other as a way to show affection?”

He hummed for a moment, thinking of Durin’s suggestion. “Styling his hair like mine is going to be a little challenging since his hair is short.”

“Hmm…how about…you try two braids to the side connecting to a ponytail?”

Sethos looked at him with amusement.

“Where are you learning these things?”

“Lyney told me about matching styles, and I learned about hairstyles from Aether!”

“Quite the curious dragon you are~”

“Mhmm!” Durin nodded impatiently. “Can we start styling his hair now? Pleaseee?”

“Okay, okay!” Sethos giggled softly. “Try not to wake him as we do this, yeah?”

They both started to style Scara’s hair, handling the strands delicately. They were quietly focused on their job, the occasional giggle here and there from Scara as they accidentally and intentionally tickled his neck. They continued for a few minutes before Sethos broke the silence with a question.

“Hey Durin, do you think Scara is evil?”

Durin’s eyes widened in shock, the question catching him completely off guard.

“No! He’s my best friend! He helped me, saved me! No one evil would have done that. Do you think he is?”

“No no, he’s not evil. Far from it actually.”

Sethos fondly rubbed the strands of hair in between his fingers.

“Why’d you ask then?”

“I guess,” Sethos took a deep breath. “It was just the look in his eyes when I went to wish him a happy birthday. He was up in a tree, again. Like a cat,” Sethos giggled for a moment before becoming serious again. “His eyes were…distant. Full of sadness and pain. Anger. But it all disappeared when he saw me. Like it was never there to begin with.”

Durin looked between him and Scara, thinking. He looked between them once…twice…three times before he spoke.

“Maybe it was just your imagination! The Scara I know doesn’t have any evil in him. He’s kind-hearted and gentle. Maybe a little mean but not evil…playful mean! He’s happy and smiles a lot too when I see him. How can someone like him be in pain or full of sadness and anger?”

When Sethos looked at Durin, he saw the confidence in his eyes of his words and the love that he had for Scara. An innocence that went straight to his heart.

Is this what you mean when you see ‘them’ in him, Scara? Your friends…Niwa…the young boy? You longed to have them by your side like this, didn’t you?

“You’re right,” Sethos answered, smiling at him while holding back tears. “I probably imagined it. Scara can never have those types of emotions in him.”

He rubbed Durin’s head affectionately and Durin returned it with a smile. A smile full of pure joy and happiness.

I promise I’ll keep you safe, Durin. Just like how I protect Scara.

“Let’s wake him up now!”

“Not yet. Let’s add a ribbon as the finishing touch. What do you think?”

“Ooh, good idea, let me get one.”

Durin flew towards Sethos’s hair supplies, finding a stack of different colored ribbons.

What color should I pick?

He looked at his options before landing on a light purple-colored one.

Maybe this one. The color looks similar to me!

Durin flew back with the ribbon in his claws and gave it to Sethos who nodded in approval.

“Same color as you huh?” Sethos winked at him.

Durin nodded, flying around happily.

“Let’s wake up the pretty sleepyhead now?”

“Yeah!”

Sethos brought his hands to Scara’s stomach and Durin flew to his neck. They each had a smirk on their face as they started off with slow tickles. Sethos lazily drew random shapes while Durin licked ticklish stripes along his neck.

“Stohohop…” Scara chuckled in his sleep, unconsciously leaning away from Durin and into Sethos, but not once stirring awake.

“Let me try something. You keep going, Durin.”

Durin happily continued while Sethos raised his hands to Scara’s armpits and massaged deep circles into his hollows.

Scara’s jolted awake with a laugh, toppling them over.

“Wakey wakey, pretty princess~” Sethos laughed, not phased at all and still continuing the tickle attack.

“HAHahAHaHA! SEheHEThohos?! DuriHIHIN!?” he asked, confused, still groggy from sleep.

“He doesn’t seem to be fully awake yet. Let’s amp it up, Durin?”

Durin’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he nodded his head.

“PFFFTT!”

“Pffftt!”

“BWAHAHAHAHA! HO-HONEHEHE- AHAHAHAHA! DUR- GAHAHAHAHA! WHYHYHY!?”

They both continuously blew raspberries on Scara’s neck, and he howled with laughter. No matter where he squirmed, they always managed to land a raspberry on his neck. Then he felt Sethos lowering his hands to his hips and his laughter rose an octave as he frantically shook his head.

“NONONOHOHO! SEHEHETH! D-DOHON’T- NAHAHAHAHA!”

Sethos ignored him and went ahead, squeezing his hips and Scara shook in ticklish mirth as he desperately tried to find the right words to say.

“I’M AWAHAHAKE! I’M- AHAHAHAHA! I’M AWAKEHEHE! PLEHEHE- HAHAHAHA!”

The both of them slowed down to a stop and Sethos sent Durin a wink and Durin returned it with a happy dance in the air.

“Ha, hah, hah…I dihidn’t even do anythihing,” Scara complained, slumping against Sethos.

“Whoawhoawhoa! You’re going to mess up your hair.”

“My hair? What about my hair?”

Scara sat back up looking between the two of them who were grinning at him. Durin rolled over a body mirror in front of him and he widened his eyes.

“Y-You both did this? For me?” he brought his hands up to delicately touch the intricately styled strands. His hair was styled with two braids to the side connecting to a ponytail with a light purple ribbon finishing up the look.

“Isn’t this how you style your hair, little bee? And hey, the ribbon has a similar color to you, Durin.”

Sethos blushed, hiding his face in the crook of his neck and Durin nodded his head with a proud smile on his face.

He admired his hair in awe before kissing Durin on the side and Sethos on the lips.

“Thank you, both of you. This- This is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

Sethos saw the soft smile of his lover reflected in the mirror and his heart swelled seeing that smile on his face.

“You look cute, honey~”

Scara’s ears turned red at that comment and from the mirror, Sethos could see a subtle blush on his face.

“Drink some water. You need it,” he laughed, handing a glass he grabbed from the bedside table.

Scara accepted it with a nod and a roll of his eyes, taking a big sip before handing it back to him.

“I’m so sleepy now,” Durin yawned.

“You can sleep on my lap if you want,” Scara offered, patting his legs.

“Really?!”

Durin happily curled up in his lap, immediately dozing off when Scara started running his hand down his head to his back and back again. Sethos put his chin on Scara’s shoulder and the both of them sat in silence, watching their little dragon fondly as he finally fell asleep.

When Scara was sure Durin was fast asleep, he stood up, carrying him in his arms and kissing his head before laying him gently on a pillow. He then returned to Sethos and laid down on his lap, making sure not to ruin his new hairstyle.

“I meant what I said, Sethos,” Scara started, breaking the silence between them. “That this is the best birthday I ever had in my lifetime.”

Sethos stayed silent, listening as he combed his honey’s hair.

“All the birthdays I had were…meaningless. Well, besides the one with Aether and Lesser Lord Kusanali. The rest were filled with hate and sadness. All I ever wanted was to be loved. But how can you love someone who doesn’t have a heart and is evil.”

Scara chuckled humorlessly before continuing.

“I was…alone. I had no one by my side. I was thrown away like trash. No one loved me. Everyone left me…betrayed me…except Niwa and that little child. I now know they didn’t betray me. I was too blind to see it. But that doesn’t change the fact that I turned evil and did all those things. Now, people treat me as a good person. Do I deserve that? Do I deserve that kind of gesture after everything I’ve done? Do I deserve to be happy…to have a…happy birthday? I’m not even human, how—”

“Look at me, Scara.”

Sethos interrupted him, cupping his cheek with his hand and turning his face towards him.

“You aren’t evil anymore,” Sethos firmly said. “You righted your past actions as much as you could have and that shows that what you once were is no more. You helped Durin, didn't you? You saw your past self in him, and you didn’t want him to repeat the same mistakes you did. You may say you do not have a heart, but you’re wrong. You have a heart. A heart that cares, brims with emotions. A heart that can love. Durin can see it. I can see it. Kazuha, Aether, Xiao, Venti, Heizou, Lyney, Gaming, Kinich, they all can see it. We all see a heart in you, my sweet, honey love.”

Sethos smashed his lips against Scara’s, hugging him impossibly close as he shoved all the love he had for him in the kiss. He invaded his already open mouth and sucked his tongue making him moan softly. Scara can only think of Sethos. Sethos kissing him. Sethos on top of him. He can feel the love Sethos has for him and the passion that fills him with so many feelings.

They pulled away after a few minutes, a string of spit connecting the both of them before disappearing. The both of them panted deeply as they stared into each other’s eyes. Emerald eyes meeting lavender ones.

“In my eyes, in their eyes, you are human, Scara,” Sethos started, kissing him softly as he spoke. “You had a wish to be human, but you already are. You just need to recognize where your feelings come from, and they are right here.”

Sethos trailed his finger to where his heart was supposed to be.

“Even though that heart doesn’t beat yet, it will. You just need to unlock it. That’s for you to figure out. Just accept yourself for who you are. I will always love you no matter what happens.”

Sethos looked at him, with warm, loving eyes and Scara felt tears starting to fall from his.

“I-I love you, my bee.”

“I love you too, my honey. More than you know,” Sethos smiled at him, wiping the tears with his thumb.

They both cuddled beside Durin, Sethos whispering sweet nothings into his lover’s ear before they eventually fell asleep.

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“Ugh, what’s that noise?” Scara groaned, waking up as he wiped the sleep from his eyes and making Sethos stir awake beside him.

“What noise?” Sethos yawned, glancing at him.

“Like a thumping noise and I can…feel it.”

“What are you talking abou— Wait.”

Sethos put his ear on Scara’s chest, listening.

“Honey, your heart! I-It’s beating!”

Their eyes met, surprise meeting disbelief.

“T-That's my heart?”

Scara brought his hand to his chest feeling a rhythmic beat coming from his chest.

“Do you feel different? Do you need anything? What can I do for you—”

“You can stop your buzzing, little bee.”

Sethos smiled at that.

Still the same. I'm glad.

“I feel the same, it's just that everything sounds louder now.”

“Hehehe, you are not a puppet anymore. You're just like me and the others! Ooh, what about your electro mitsudomoe, is it gone now? Wait, are you still ticklish?”

“Can you stop obsessing over me?” Scara rolled his eyes. “You're going to wake up Durin.”

“Whoops, I can't help it. It's you we're talking about.”

“S-Shut up.”

Sethos snickered as he caught a glimpse of red on Scara’s ears and face before he showed the back of his neck to him.

“Aww, your electro mitsudomoe isn't— oh wait,” He brushed with his fingers where it was supposed to be, and it appeared. “It was just invisible. There's an anemo symbol too!”

“What for?”

“I dunno. Maybe you can shoot anemo wind blades infused with electro. Aether is going to be so jealous when he finds out you can wield both the power of electro and anemo at the same time,” Sethos laughed as Scara smirked.

“Let me try something really quick.”

Sethos brought his fingers to Scara’s neck, making Scara shiver.

“What are you— ahahaha! W-What was that?!”

Scara jolted in laughter when he felt a current of electro rush through his body.

“Heyheyhey, I can still channel electro to make you laugh. How about—”

“NO. Seth,” Scara warned, knowing full well what Sethos was going to do.

“You can't do— Aah~”

He let out a small moan, feeling a tingle of electro that sent pleasure shooting through him.

“Hehe, still works~ Let’s have fun later~”

“I would've killed you if that— ahahaha! Ahahare you lihihistening?!”

“Nope!”

Sethos kissed his neck, channeling little currents of electro like the first time, making him squirm and giggle along with making him extra ticklish.

“It feels that you are more ticklish now~”

“Stahahap tahahalking!”

“Okay, if you insist.”

“Wha- AHAHAHA! NOHOHO! NOHOHOT RASPBERRIEHEHES! THAHAT’S NOHOHOT WHAHAT I MEHEHEANT WHEHEN TO STOHOHOP TAHAHALKING!”

Sethos just grinned into his neck and blew more raspberries, knowing that he didn’t mind. Scara stopped trying to talk at this point and just continued to laugh, enjoying the sensations and his lover’s presence as their dragon slept soundly beside them, oblivious to the commotion.

A short time passed before Sethos let up on the raspberries and wrapped his arms around him, bringing them down to lay on their sides. He lazily traced along his honey’s skin, while Scara felt his heartbeat faster not just from the aftermath of the tickling but also from Sethos’s sensual touch.

“I just realized.”

“What?”

“Kazuha is going to be so jealous that I'm the one celebrating your birthday with you and not him.”

“Mmm, you're right. He'll definitely want me for himself later after we finish. Hmm…”

Scara thought for a moment.

“How about this? We’ll let Durin hang out with the others so you and I can have our fun. Then, I’ll have fun with Kazuha tonight. Afterward, you can join us for some midnight fun.”

“Wait, me joining?”

“Unless you don't want to.”

“I want to. It's just…I don't want to take away your alone time with him.”

“Kaz won't mind. We're all boyfriends after all. He'll probably just tickle you to death for stealing me and doing my hair.”

His eyes twinkled with mischievousness.

“Isn't he going to tickle you too though?”

“I got tickle immunity,” Scara smirked. “It's my birthday.”

He stuck his tongue out at him.

“Of course you do,” Sethos said, rolling his eyes. “But not from mehehe- hehehey!”

Catching Sethos’s hand sneaking towards him, he grabbed a hold of it and started scribbling his own fingers against his bee's side.

“Did you really think you could tickle me right now? You are so predictable,” Scara chuckled.

Before Sethos can muster a response, they both hear a yawn next to them.

“Mmph, what are you both doing?” Durin asked, blinking his eyes open as he stretched.

Scara slowed his tickling to a stop glancing at Sethos who looked at him, still giggling. They exchanged a knowing glance before turning towards Durin with smirks on their faces.

“Hehehey!” Durin giggled when he felt himself being pulled into their embrace and scribbles on his tummy and under his chin. “Thahat's nohot fahahair! I’m stihill wahaking uhuhup!”

They relented after a couple minutes, leaving Durin in a giggling mess.

“We almost forgot to sing happy birthday to you, honey!”

Durin perked up at that doing an excited dance.

“Yeah, we need to sing!”

“No. That song is dumb.”

“Please! Pretty please! Can we sing it to you?”

They both sent Scara their puppy-looking eyes and he looked away blushing, waving his hands at them.

“Okay, okay! Stop looking at me like that! Fine, you guys can sing.”

“Yes! Okay. 1, 2, 3…”

“Happy birthday to you!”

“Happy birthday to you!

“Happy birthday dear Scaraaaa!”

“Happy birthday to youuuuu!”

“Ugh, you both are insufferahahable!”

“There’s also a rule that we tickle you after singing,” Sethos smirked.

“Thehehere ihihisn’t! Noho! Durin, dohohon’t fohollow him!”

“Yay, birthday tickles!”

The both of them tickled Scara again as he laughed, feeling as if his heart was going to beat out of his chest.

This is what it feels like to be loved. To be…human. Thank you, for making my dream come true.

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Here’s some leftover rough writing/notes that didn't make it into the final fic. If it seems unorganized, unformatted, wrong grammar, etc., it’s because it’s supposed to be. Rough for a reason :)

Take place in the temple of silence, comes back after card game with Cyno. Have the hairstyle and tickle his hip windows. — Gift ideas? — “Who told you that?”

“Lyney.”

Sethos rolled his eyes. “Of course he would say that.” — “Aether told me. He has so many cool hairstyles, so I wanted to know how he does it!” — Cuddle Scara to sleep and both Durin and Sethos do his hair. Wake him up, with tickles. Tickle his neck to wake him up. Raspberriessss. (I need someone to cuddle me to sleep…) — His skin tingling where Sethos was breathing.

“It's your birthday, just have fun!”

“Your laugh is so cute~”

Sethos whispers in his ears while styling his hair. Durin sleeps in his lap. They talk about love and happy birthday.

End with the hairstyle, looking in the mirror, and them singing happy birthday to him. — “You don't wanna wake up our little dragon, do you?”

Sethos shook his head, and his other hand, which was trying to loosen Scara’s grip on his trapped one, immediately went to cover his mouth.

Scara smiled, leaning against him as he still tickled him.

“That's what I thought,” he said, kissing him on the cheek. “Hope you can last until I get tired.” — “He'll get his chance later. Right now, I want to celebrate it with you. Besides, that's why there are threesomes for a reason, right?”

Sethos looks at him shocked.

“A-A threesome?! With Kazu!?”

“Why not? He's your boyfriend too. You can say no if you want.”

Add in maybe or for a separate fic. Song lyrics: Sethos to Scara or vice versa.

“If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you.”

“I'd wanna hold you just for a while and die with a smile.”

Add Durin too.

“Don't forget me!”

Or maybe the anemo bois band? — His hands weakly pushed at his captors to no avail and he resigned to his fate as his laughter gone silent. They both immediately stopped at that point as Sethos directed Durin to get some water and — Wake Scara up, admires the style. Durin sleeps in his lap. Sethos and Scara talk. Scara talks of his past birthdays. Talks how they were meaningless, filled with hate and sadness. Sethos comforts him...

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

[aticklishpercivalwriter]

Submission by @dim-sumsum! My comments below~ hi hi i saw this art on Twitter and it reminded me of your most recent SethoScara fic (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o))) it made my day and i hope it makes your better too ehe i couldn’t help brain rotting over it like Sethos would be sucha touchy cuddly lover even w someone like Scara/Wanderer who’s about as touchy and cuddly as a cactus but when he realizes Sethos (1) has a tasty back window and (2) his back is his death spot, all hell breaks loose hdkfjshdhdjdjshd Sethos probs prides himself on bein pretty speedy w his skill and electro vision but he’s got no chance against Wanderer’s anemo jets lmao Wanderer lets him run for like 5 seconds jus to get his hopes up and then immediately dashes them by literally dashing right for him and sending them both rolling down a hill ueueueueueue ofc Wanderer ends up pinning him to the ground and plants himself right on his booty so Sethos can’t get away and has no other choice but to tank the delicate drag of fingers running down his spine— it’s pretty soft but the way he’s screeching and flailing would make you think he’s getting murdered lols bonus if Wanderer traces shapes or letters into his skin and makes him guess what they are, not that it matters whether or not Sethos gets it right tho (actually he makes pretty solid guesses bc he’s a smarty pants when it comes to spelling BEES ha H A H— get it ?bc *dies*) bc he gets more vicious scribbles along the back of his ribs and up under his arms either way ehehe

and or if Wanderer uses the precious feather on his vision to run along and flutter into the sweet spots he found aka right where Sethos’s spine curves when he arches his back and jus underneath his shoulder blades aaaaaaaa i am in love with them Your Honor i am in love with Sethos mega bubbly and squawky laugh that he’s kinda self conscious of bc he tries to portray himself as charming and collected but the way he’s pounding his fists and grabbing the grass and kicking his legs really only makes him seem rather childish, although Wanderer finds this incredibly endearing and thus teases him accordingly like throwing a temper tantrum won’t make me stop, why don’t you ask me nicely like a good boy? and after many strings of stuttery PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEs and a couple snorts too Sethos is finally able to breathe 🤭

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OH MY GOD! YAAS! The back window! There's so many fan fic ideas rushing through my head, ah! Scara/Wanderer will literally take advantage of that spot with no mercy whatsoever. He really is an evil ler, wrecking Sethos and giving him false hope. Literally a tickle monster when he is with Sethos. Knows just the ways to elicit laughter out of him. This is actually a good excuse for me to wreck Sethos because he literally scared me the other day. I was in the desert collecting chests and this one chest was on a hill and there were eremites surrounding it and once I defeated them and had Sethos open the chest, he goes, "Aah! It's a monster!" and I literally whipped the camera as fast as it can go and but don't see anything. I groaned as I hear, "...No dice? I'll get you next time." I imagine Wanderer opening that chest and then Sethos right behind him saying those words and Scara will jump in the air like a scaredy scarameow and then glare at Sethos who is on the ground laughing and he suddenly goes to Sethos' ear and says, "You have 5 seconds to run, little bee~" and yeah, the scenario you write out happens. "Did you really think you can get away from me, hmm?" Scara smirks down at Sethos who's pinned down. He crawls his fingers down his spine making him bark out a panicked laugh. "Wahahait! W-We can tahahalk abohout thihihis! Scahahara!" "Scara?" Wanderer gets up and close to his ear, whispering. "I don't know anyone by the name of Scara. I'm the tickle monster~" Sethos' eyes widened in realization. "NO! NononOHOHOHO! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHE TIHIHIHICKLE MOHOHONSTEHEHER! AHAHAHAHA!" And yeah, tickles, teases, everything you can think of, Scara does it all to make Sethos into a laughing, whiny mess. The tracing of shapes and letters is such a good idea. Spelling Bees, that was a good one :) Tracing is one of my favorites in tickling. The collected Sethos has fallen into the hands of tickle monster Wanderer with no end in sight.

Thanks for the submission @dim-sumsum! That was some good SethoScara food that I will expand on ;)

[xxtheophilusxx]

That was quite adorable!

What Are you Hiding There, My Bee~?

Summary: During a picnic, Scaramouche discovers that Sethos has a back window and takes full advantage of it :P

A/N: This is the first fic of a series of SethoScara fics I have planned out. A total of three (maybe more) including this one. Though, you can consider My Honey ♡ My Bee as part one establishing their relationship. Inspiration for this fic comes from this artwork along with this submission from @vaporized-dimsum. I hope you all enjoy reading this one! It was very fun for me to write it! Though the title of this fic was hard to create :( Also, proud to say I typed 51% of this while I was on vacation on my iPod Touch 2nd Generation ;) One last thing, be sure to complete the poll at the end to have a say where Scara should be tickled. It is time for Sethos to get revenge~

Word Count: 2561

Also on AO3!

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Sethos and Scaramouche were having a picnic. Scara initially refused but eventually gave in because of Sethos’ persistence. So here he was, running his fingers through his lover’s hair and feeling the soft strands.

“Having fun over there, honey~” Sethos teased.

Are you having fun with my hat, annoying bee?” Scara huffed.

“Aw, still sulky about having a picnic with me?”

“You are so annoying.”

Wanderer refused to admit that he was actually enjoying this mundane activity of a picnic.

“Lighten up. Here,” the leader of the Temple of Silence set down Scara’s hat and turned around, handing him one of the cooked dishes he packed. “You haven’t eaten yet. Try my signature dish. I know you’ll like it.”

“And what makes you think I’ll like your cooking?” he asked, dropping Sethos’ hair in annoyed disappointment. Why do I like his hair so much?

“Because I only make the best of the best for my boyfriend!~”

“Tch,” he felt his face start to heat up and grabbed the food from Sethos’ hands to hide his incoming blush.

“Stop saying words like that,” he mumbled, taking a bite from his boyfriend’s cooking.

Oh shit. It’s good.

The former god’s eyes widened in disbelief at the explosion of tastes hitting him as he took another bite.

“So, you like it?”

“It’s really-” he was about to compliment him, but he saw the smug look in his eyes.

“Actually, it’s really terrible.”

“Now, now love~” Sethos singsonged. “I know you’re lying. I saw the look in your eyes~”

“You saw nothing.”

“What about that bite you just took?”

“That was for your pride, so it won’t take a hit.”

“Oh, don’t be like that, Wan,” Sethos laughed and leaned on him.

“Hmph,” he grumbled.

Sethos dropped his teasing and went to grab and admire his lover's hat instead. Laying on his belly, his long locks covering his entire back.

“What’s your deal with my hat anyway?” Scara asked, ignoring the craving to just comb his fingers through his bee’s hair.

“It’s so cool! The patterns, ornaments, and accessories are so detailed!”

“If you want it, you can take it.”

“Really?!”

Sethos giddily grinned, putting his lover’s hat on with a cheeky smirk as he faced him.

“You want to use my hat as an umbrella?” Sethos imitated him.

“That’s not how-”

“The fucking audacity to make that request.”

Sethos burst out laughing and fell forward into Scara's lap.

“That’s not how I sound like,” Scara glared at him.

“Noho, that is hohow you sound lihike.”

Sethos continued to laugh, making Scara’s hat fall off and parting his long locks. Scara’s eyes widened when he saw a sliver of skin shine in the sunlight.

“I didn’t know you had a back window,” he reached out in awe. “Why do you even-”

“HYAHAHA!”

He jolted in his lover’s lap, letting out a bright shrill of laughter, distinct from his laughing right before.

“That was…uh…” Sethos’ eyes darted up towards his lover who had a hint of mischief running through his eyes.

“What are you hiding there, my bee~?”

“Eek! I-I gotta head out now. Haha! N-Need to run some errands so bye!”

Sethos made a run for it, activating his Electro powers. Wanderer just watched him, slowly getting up and picking up his hat. A shit-eating grin grew on his face. It hasn’t even been a week since he tickled Sethos, but he has been craving to hear his delicious laughter and just get his hands on him.

“Get back here, little bee~”

Sethos felt shivers travel down his spine as he heard those words and ran even faster. He saw Wanderer’s shadow in front of him and went into panic mode.

“I’m getting closer, love~,” he heard from above.

“N-No you’re nohohot!” he squeaked out, reversing his direction to throw his pursuer off.

But he knows he’s winning a losing battle. The sounds of Wanderer’s clothing becoming louder with each passing second.

Scara was having the time of his life making Sethos let out little squeaks and giggles trying to run away from him. He also had a great view of his physique and his muscular arms. The way the sweat made his skin glisten and- What am I thinking!? He shook his head and eyed his prize, the back window. His lover’s hair swayed back and forth, his back window coming in and out of view as if teasing Scara.

“Dumb little bee,” he huffed to himself.

By now, he was right on top of Sethos and smirked devilishly.

“Coming down~”

Sethos didn’t have time to react as he was tackled down to the ground from above.

“Oof! Hon- Whoa-whoa-whoaah!”

Sethos lost his footing and Wanderer managed to shield his head in his arms right before they started tumbling down the hill. Thankfully it was a grassy hill as they rolled and rolled until they reached the bottom.

“Ugh,” Sethos groaned, face down in the grass as he turned his face to the side once he felt Scara get off him. “At least it wasn’t saAHAHAHA-!”

Sethos let out a shriek as he felt a finger scratch the patch of skin exposed on his back.

“MoCHIHIhi!” He tried raising himself but immediately felt his lover straddle him and a sudden squeeze on his sides. “EYAHAHAHA!”

His hands gave out and his body shook with laughter as Wanderer scribbled his fingers over his back.

“Ihihi dihihidn’t eheheven dohoho ahahanythihihing! Why ahaham ihihi gehehetihing tihihickled?”

“Oh, you did do something, little bee,” he said, grazing his fingers against his clothed shoulder blades. Eheheheek!

Wanderer couldn’t help but chuckle at Sethos’ reactions. He’s cute when he laughs and giggles like this.

“Whahat dihihid ihihi- WAHAHAIT!” Sethos yelped when he felt Scara lift up his clothing, exposing his back to the warm breeze. “Hohonehehey! Dohohon’t dohoho ihihit! Plehehease!

“Do what?”

“Tihihihickle mehehe! Whahat elSEHEHE- NOHOHOHAHAHA!”

“I thought you would never ask~”

His devious lover smirked as he now properly tickled his back. His fingers scribbled over the ticklish real estate.

“WAHAHA! T-ThAHAt’s NOHOHOT waHAHAt I MEAhaHANT!”

“You said, ‘Tickle me,’ didn’t you? What else am I supposed to do, not tickle you? You asked for it, little bee~” Scara smirked, planting kisses on the ticklish skin as his fingers trailed down his spine.

Sethos shook his head in ticklish mirth, grass falling out of his hair as he tried to reach behind him to fend off Scara’s fingers but to no avail.

“Youhu arEHEHE usIHIHing myhy wohohords aga- AHAHAHA! ahahagainst MEHEHE, MOCHIHIHI!”

He scoffed, “Since you care so much about words, try to spell what I’m writing then.”

He slid his fingers meticulously across his lover’s back, focusing on his shoulder blades.

“AHAHAHA!” Sethos screeched. “IHIHI’M NOHOHOT REHEHEHADY!”

“Wrong answer~” Scara grinned, squeezing his side.

“NAHAHA! OkaHAHAY! OkAHay! Uhh, ehehe! ‘L’ Ahaha! ‘O-’ GAHAHA! NOHOHO!” Sethos let out a loud laugh when Scara traced the third letter on his spine.

“You want to give up?”

“NEHEHEVER! ‘VehEHEHE!’”

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you~”

“‘VEHEHE!’ ’V!’ aHAHand ‘EHEHE!’ ‘E!’ MOCHIHIHI!”

“And it spells?”

“LOHOHOHOVE!”

“Wha-”

“LOVE! LOHOHOVE! LOVEHEHE!”

Scara’s hands stilled in surprise, not expecting him to answer correctly.

“Yeah,” he said, continuing his onslaught of scribbles. Hehehey! Ihihihi answerehehed correhehectly! “How about this one?” he asked, ignoring his lover’s protests.

He increased the pressure of his writing and instead of letters, he started drawing a few shapes.

“WHAhahat arehehe thOHOSE!? ThOHose areHEhen’t WOHOHORDS! AHAHAHA!”

“Well, use letters to create a word to name them. Shouldn’t be too hard since you are a master spelling bee, aren’t you~?” Scara knows he is being cruel, but he can’t help but want to take victory in this game.

Sethos had tears of mirth threatening to fall but that wasn’t going to make him back down from the challenge. He tried to focus, focusing on his lover’s fingers. How they know their way to make him laugh and draw out the reactions they want.

“NOHOHOHOT THAHAHAT FOHOCUS!” he pounded his fists into the ground as a guffaw of laughter left his lips.

His lover just raised an eyebrow in amusement, fluttering the feather on his vision in place of his fingers and enjoying the way his back repeatedly arched up and down.

Ticklish shocks ran through Sethos’ body, but he wasn’t ready to give up. He focused once again, visualizing the shapes that Scara was tracing on his back. A circle, ahahaha! He’s merciless! Nehehe, a heart. And…a zig-zag? Heheahaha! Darn, my ticklish back!

“Ahaha! A ciRIHIcleHE! CIRCLEHE! HEART! AHAHAHAND! ZIHIHIG-ZAHAHAG! ZIG-ZAHAG!”

Scara was yet again surprised, more so than last time.

Shit, he is really good at this. Tch, I’ll just need to trick him then. Use his ability to my advantage.

“Dihihid Ihihi wihihin?” Sethos giggled, a hint of smugness laced in his voice.

“You are a cocky, little bee,” Scara dug into the back of his ribs in punishment.

“HAHAHAHA! WAHAHAHA! I’M SOHOHOHRRY! I’M SORREHEHEY! I’M SAHAHAHARRY! NAHAHAHA!”

Scara roughly tickled him for a couple more minutes before letting up.

“Nohoho mohohore, plehehease!”

“Serves you right.”

Scara placed his hands on his lover’s back once more, making him yelp in surprise.

“Mohohore?” he whined.

“Mhm,” Scara hummed. “You guess this right, you win.”

Scara traced Sethos’ back more lightly this time, almost like a caress. Sethos happily giggled, his head resting on his arm as he turned to the side with a carefree smile on his face.

“Thihihis ihihis prehehetty nihihice, ehehe.”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Scara said, tracing down his spine.

He twitched in Scara’s hold in surprise. “AHAHahaHA! OhHOHo rigHIhigHT!”

Scara snorted and started tracing the letters again.

“’Tehehe’ ‘Ihi’ uhuhum ‘C’ ‘KehHEHE’ ‘L-Ehehe’ ahahAHA! ‘M’ ‘Ehe!’”

“And what does that spell?” A smug expression crossed Scara’s face as he continued his soft tracing.

“Ahahahaehehe! ‘Tihihickle Mehe!’”

“Come again, little bee~” Scara teased, stopping his tracing.

“Tickle Me!”

A beat passed before Sethos’ eyes widened like saucers in realization and he turned to look at him.

“Honey. You are so eHEHEVIHIHIL! NAHAHAHA!”

He shoved his face back into his arm as Scara ruthlessly scribbled his fingers on his skin.

“I honestly can’t believe you fell for it twice, my ticklish bee~”

“YOUHUHUHU WEHEHEHERE DIHIHISTRAHACTING MEHEHE! I-I COHOHOULDN’T THI- AHAHAHAHA! THINK!”

“Doesn’t change the fact you still said it,” he stuck out his tongue at him even though he couldn’t see him.

“MOCHIHIHI!” he shrieked when he felt him target the spot where his back window would be if his clothing were not lifted up. “YOUHUHU PLAHAHAYED DIHIHIRTY!”

“How could I have played dirty? You correctly said the two words I was drawing, and you won.”

“WEHEHELL, HAHAHAHA! Y-YOUHUHU STIHIHILL PLAHAHAYED DIHIHIRTY! THIHIHIS IHIHIS YOUR EXCUSEHE TOHOHO TIHIHICKLE MEHEHEHE! YOUHU JUHUST COUHULDN’T ACCEHEPT THE FAHACT I WAS BEHEATING YOUHU AT YOUR OHOWN GAHAME! AHAM IHIHI RIGHIT?”

The tickling suddenly stopped and Sethos gulped in some much-needed air. He took the time to catch his breath and regain his energy. A few minutes passed of him just panting and the wind brushing the blades of grass around them. It was then that Sethos realized that Wanderer, who was still on top of him, wasn’t saying anything.

“Lov-Ow!”

Scara suddenly shifted forward and nipped at his ear.

“What was-”

“You just couldn’t keep your mouth shut, could you?” Scara directly whispered into his ear making him shudder. His voice was much deeper and threatening, making Sethos gulp in nervousness.

"You want to see how I really play dirty?”

Sethos could hear the smirk in his voice, and he felt butterflies in his stomach. Whether they were from excitement or fear or even both, he didn’t know. He tried to speak but no words came out.

“Where is all that bravado now, my bee?”

Scara grabbed Sethos’ chin and turned his head towards him. Sethos saw the look in his lover’s eyes and audibly gulped, heart pounding in his chest. Scara's violet eyes shined with hunger and that smirk turned into a devilish grin when he saw his reaction.

“I have one word for you,” he leaned even closer to him, making him squirm in his hold. “Raspberries.”

Before Sethos could even process what he said, he immediately succumbed to laughter with Scara blowing raspberry after raspberry on his back.

“BWAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHA! HOHOHON- AHAHAHAHA! PLE- HAHAHAHA!” Sethos couldn’t even finish his words as Wanderer mercilessly wrecked him with raspberries.

“Pfft!” His spine.

“NAHAHAHAHA!”

“PfFFTt!” His shoulder blades.

“GAHAHAHAHA!”

“PFFFFTTT!” His back window.

“BWAHAHAHAHA!”

And to make matters worse for him, he started drilling his fingers into his sides and armpits along with scribbles on the back of his ribs.

“EYAHAHAHAHA!”

Sethos was in hysterics as he pounded the ground with his fists and kicked his legs out.

“SCA- AHAHAHAHAHA! SCAHAHAHA- HAHAHAHA! SCAHAHAHARAHAHAHA!”

“That is my name, ticklish bee.”

“STAHAHAHAHAHAP! I-I’M GONNA DIEHEHEHE! AHAHAHAHAHA!

“Apologize.”

“I-I CAHAHAHAN’T- GAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Guess you chose death.”

“NOHOHOHO! WAI- AHAHA! WAHAHAHAIT! OKAHAHAHAY! I-I’M SOHOHOHORRY FOHOHOR SAHAHAYING THOHOHOSE THIHIHINGS TOHOHOHO YOUHUHU!”

“Hmm.”

“WHAHAHAHAT EHEHEHELSE DO YOUHUHU WAHAHAHANT MEHEHEHE TOHOHOHO- BWAHAHAHA! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE! STAHAHAHAP!”

“Beg.”

“WAHAHAHAHAT?”

“Plead for it, nicely.”

“AHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO WAHAHAHAY! snort D-DOHOHOHOHON’T- GAHAHAHAHAHA! snort”

“I’m waiting~”

“N-NEHEHEHEVER! Y-YOU- snort NAHAHAHA W-WOHOHON'T GEHEHET IHIHIT OHOUT OHOF MEHEHE!"

"Oh, you're going to wish you never said those words. Laugh before me, my ticklish bee~"

Scara mustered all the breath he could take before letting out the biggest and loudest raspberry he could right on poor Sethos' back window and repeating it over and over all while spidering his fingers all over the rest of his back. The last of Sethos' defense came tumbling down soon after.

"GAHAHAHAHA! snort NONONOHOHOHO! FINE! snort FHIHIHINE! WAHAHAHANDEHEHE! STAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEASE! snort SCAHAHAHAHARA! MYHYHY BELOHOHOVED HOHOHONEHEY! I’M BEHEHEHEGGING YOUHUHU! snort BWAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIT’S TOHOHOHOO MUHUHUHCH! snort PLEHEHEASE! HAHAHAVE MEHEHEHERCY! MEHEHERCEHEHEHEY!”

Oh my archons, he is so adorable.

Scara smiled endearingly at him, at last giving him mercy. He trailed little kisses and raspberries from his back to his neck and eventually turned him over onto his back and went in for a slow, sensual kiss which Sethos immediately melted into.

“Mmm~ Scaraah~ mmph~”

“Mm~ Sethohh~ Hahh~”

They made out for a few minutes, combing their fingers through each other’s hair and exploring each other’s mouths before pulling away. Breathless, they stared at one another taking in each other’s flushed face before Sethos started giggling.

“Your tickling was ruthless!” Sethos managed to say in between giggles.

“But you liked it~”

Sethos looked away blushing but didn’t deny it.

Wanderer chuckled, lifting himself up and picking Sethos up bridal style.

“Let’s finish our picnic.”

“Oh, when did you become such a romantic?~ Ack! Sohohorry!”

“If you don’t shut up, I won’t do this again.”

He was blushing and looking straight ahead as he went up the hill. Sethos glanced at him before closing his eyes in exhaustion with an understanding smile on his face.

“I love you, honey.”

A smile tugged at Scara’s lips.

“I love you too, bee.”

Sethos fell asleep in his arms soon after and curled in towards his chest. He shook his head fondly.

“Let’s go home instead.”

He silently called upon the Aranara to pack up their things and that he’d pick them up later. After thanking them, he set off towards their home and he looked back down at Sethos’ sleeping form. He smiled lovingly at him and planted a kiss on his temple.

“Sleep well, my lovely, ticklish bee.”

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