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Mind if I join? *giggle*

Ahem, I must beg your pardon, but this man is just dark skinned and white-haired with purple eyes... plus a vampire

Y'all thought Gojo was the sexiest white haired fucker?

Let me tell you who the ORIGINAL is

He's superior idc what you say :]

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Honestly! This is how they should be! Aww man I hope they become playable soon! Genshin I love u but u guys did my guys dirty tho

Also credits to the artist...this isn't mine I just reblogged their amazing work

Moon Carver and Mountain Shaper gijinka

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Ahh I love this! U always write the best ones! Thanks for bringing lee!Gaming

Lantern Rite, Tears & Laughter

A/N: Finally, another story with Aether, and my new favorite of the game: Gaming. He’s such a great character and his idle animation is just adorable. I knew that I wanted to write something with this two and here we are. Took me a while to find the matching art with both of them. Hope you enjoy.

Summary: After hearing his friend's concerns, Aether feels the need to do something to make him feel good again. Thus, he embarks on his mission to fill the nightly air with happiness once more.

Warning: Slight spoilers for the event quest.

Words: 1,598 words udner the cut

The nightly air was filled with cheerful voices, the streets full of happy faces, bathed in the lights of countless lanterns ascending up into the sky, taking all kinds of wishes along with them. The annual Lantern Rite of Liyue was reaching its peak and wherever you looked you could see people chattering or enjoying some tasty snacks from one of the many shop vendors. A gentle breeze blew from the sea, letting colorful kites in all forms dance in its wind, carrying the scent of delightful dishes throughout the corridors of Liyue.

Slightly away from all the hustle and bustle sat a certain duo, a blonde Traveler known for his outstanding achievements throughout Teyvat and a member of the Sword and Strongbox Secure Transport Agency, a new friend whom he had met just a few days ago.

Gaming was an outstanding character. The moment they had met, they had gotten along right away. He was a sincere and cheerful character and something about his aura really made Aether feeling comfy around him. Right now though, this cheerfulness had seemed to fade as he had opened his heart to the Traveler, sharing his problems with him.

They had been engrossed in conversation, with Gaming telling him about his relationship between his father and him and the pressure he felt about it. The blonde listened to him, nodding every now and then, glad that Gaming trusted him enough to share these things with him, showing him his true self.

Paimon had already excused herself after sharing a glance with Aether, sensing that he would handle it, not wanting to interfere. With just one of them being around it also felt easier to talk and the blonde knew how to handle these situations better anyways.

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"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have told you all this. I didn't want to spoil the party, and now look at me... Way to go, me! Hehe~" Gaming laughed almost agonized, slouching his shoulders as he looked to the ground. Aether gazed at him and in the gleam of the lanterns he thought he saw a single tear running down his face.

He slipped a bit closer to his friend and placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently. "Don't say that, you know that's not true! You are such a strong and talented person Gaming and I know that your feelings will reach your dad," he tried to encourage him. The other looked up at him and Aether's heart broke a bit when he could see the pain in his eyes.

"No, no they won't. You've seen my dad and how stubborn he is..." Gaming said, shaking his head "...talking to him won't-" "You won't need words... your heart will do the talking and when you're out there performing what you love, even your dad will come to understand..." Aether said and he smiled when he could catch a slight smile on his face.

"...Y-You really think so? Will this really be enough?" the dark-haired wondered. The Traveler nodded convincing, and seeing how Gaming seemed to relax a bit, he decided to spice things up a bit. Just one… just one more step. He moved his hand up to his neck and gave the exposed spot a quick wiggle, in hope it would cause the reaction he was aiming for.

He shouldn't be disappointed. Caught off guard, the Wushou Dancer flinched in surprise and uttered a hoarse laugh, looking at him with wide eyes. "Was that a laugh I just heard?" Aether teased, playfully, grinning at him. Their eyes met and the dark-haired knew what was coming.

Gaming opened and closed his mouth, tying to say something, but the words just wouldn't come out of him, so he just shook his head which only made the blonde's smile grew wider. "Ohh I see, so this wouldn't bother you then?" he asked as his other hand moved in, squeezing his lower side.

A shiver went through the boy's body as another laugh, more clear this time, found its way out of him. "HmHmhm... noHoho~" The blonde eyed him for a few seconds, analyzing his body language to see if he showed any sign of discomfort and continued when Gaming remained where he was, making no attempts to escape his touch. "Okay, suit yourself~"

Aether was in his element right now. He wasn't the first, and surely also not the last person who claimed that they weren't sensitive. In the end even someone as stubborn as Diluc or as aloof as Xiao had become victim to his hands, laughing their heads off and admitting defeat, although he had experienced defeat as well afterwards - in both cases.

But that wasn't the point right now. Right here, right now he was on a mission to cheer up his friend and he wouldn't let this chance to bond slip away from him.

"Since you aren't bothered by it, I'll just continue a bit... hey, wanna grab something to eat later, my treat," Aether said nonchalantly, as if tickling him was the most normal thing in the world, while his hand traveled down his back, wiggling down to his other side, as he continued his playful assault on the poor guy next to him.

"Pffftft...he…hEhheh…" Gaming pressed his lips together and squeezed his eyes close, trying to fade out the ticklish feeling that grew stronger and stronger with each passing second. "Holding in I see... well, let's see how long you can take it, Mr. I'm-Not-Sensitive~" he continued to tease his friend. His fingers enclosed his lower flanks and kneaded into them. 

At first it was a slight tremble on his shoulders, a tremble that quickly grew down to his back, then his upper body. His toes curled in his martial arts slippers, and he tucked up his legs before his lips began to shake as bubbly laughter began to flow out of him. "HehHEeh, w-waHAhahhit~" he shyly giggled, leaning against him, and letting his head rest on his shoulder.

Aether slowed down a bit but didn't stop his attack. "Might a certain someone be a bit ticklish after all?" he asked with a sly expression. "CohoHome on~" the dual-haired cackled, half-heartly trying to push away Aether's hands. "S-StoHohop it, Aether~" The blonde just giggled as his fingers did the magic, softly pressing into his sensitive flanks.

"Nope, not gonna happen, buddy... we have to take care of this serious expression first~" he told him, moving his fingers further up to his ribs. "Your big moment is just around the corner, and we don't want you to look all gloomy, right?" he teased, knowing just what to say. "So show me your biggest smile, Gaming~"

"HaahAhahHahah, thAht's- ehheHehe thaHaht's noHohot... waHAAhhaahh~" He wasn't even able to form a clear sentence, let alone asking him to stop. Aether's fingers massaged into him, each fingertip sending ticklish waves through every fiber of his body. Gaming was just too sensitive for his own good.

His laughter rose up a pitch when the blonde decided to switch spots again and traveled to his stomach, wiggling over the clothed area, before sneaking one hand under it. Skin touched skin, leaving goosebumps and Gaming was losing it.

"AHAHAhahHAhAhah, nahAAHHhahah, I'm- ahAhAhhah I'm smiIHihling, y-yoOHohu caHahan stoHOhop," he laughed, tears of mirth running down his face. Aether laughed along with him, finding his laughter quite contagious.

"Oh you are? Didn't think you were? Say, does it tickle?" he asked, sliding one finger dangerously close to his belly button while his other hand shoot upwards into his armpit, attacking two new spots at the same time. High-pitched squeals filled the nightly air and Gaming began to shake in his hold.

"A-AehehEhther, yoHohou- aHAhaAHha, yoHOhou suHuhuck~" he laughed, genuinely. "What was that?" the blonde asked, happy that the first signs of his playful nature returned to the other. "Seems like you are in need of some more tickles, ehh?" Aether announced and didn't waste any more second before he went in for the kill and poked him right into his navel.

This seemed to be Gaming's breaking point and before Aether knew what was happening, Gaming slipped out of him and made a salto forwards, turning around, his face flushed, the tips of his ears dipped into a color matching his strands.

"You... *pant* *pant* I'll remember this Aether... just you wait!" he said, stretching a hand out at him before he quickly faced him with his back. Aether looked at him a bit perplexed but smiled warmly. "Of course you will." The Traveler looked up into the sky, before he eyed his friend again. "I think it's time, Gaming..."

The dark-haired turned around once more and smiled at him, before he reached him in a smart pace, pulling him into a warm hug. "Thanks Aether, for listening and... the other thing." The blonde returned the hug, feeling the warmth. "Of course, that's what friends are foHoHohre~" he interrupted himself midsentence as two fingers poked his sides.

The Wushou Dancer chuckled satisfied as they broke apart. "Glad that I' not the only sensitive one... now we both have something to look forward to, hehe and I'll take you up on your offer of inviting me for a treat, just kidding, or not?" he chuckled as he grabbed his lion costume, heaving it over his shoulder.

"Watch me, I'll show you something amazing~" he said, in a cheerful tone as he leaped away. Aether looked after him, a reddish blush on his cheeks. "Never wake a sleeping lion, hmm... idiot..."

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Hii it's been long ik... im so sorry! But I actually decided to start writing after some time.

I waited too long for genshin impact new lantern rite... yet not a single lee!Ga ming?? I'm so sad

So I took the initiative to write, tho im not so good at it... hehe enjoy...

Ps. Ga ming seems adorable as hell! One of those fun and secret 5 stars!

Warning spoilers for genshin impact 4.4!

Punishment for payment

"Ga ming! Stop paying all the time!"

The wushoe dancers shrugs playfully, chuckling softly "But Paimon enjoys them a lot... I mean what sort of friend would I be if I didn't treat u guys to a regular dim sum?"

Aether groans, folding his arms as he looks at the young man with a wary expression. He casually turns to Paimon who has dozed off on the table like a white lump. His expression softens as he takes the final bite of the shrimp "You really are some thing..."

Ga ming gives a breif giggle, his tongue sticking out "Well I suppose you are giving in? Don't worry... I love to treat my friends to a regular breakfast"

Later that day, Aether and Ga ming left the restaurant... Paimon had insisted they could watch the Liyue vicinity in peace.

"Honestly you guys should visit more..." Ga ming states after observing the silence. Aether turns to him, leaning by the bridge as he smiles "We only went to fontaine for a few weeks you know"

Giving a childish whine Ga ming gestures "Still... its cool to hang out with you guys"

Paimon has gone earshot following a butterfly, and Aether gives him a pat on the arm "Well next time, let's go to Fontaine, and I will treat u to some cuisines"

The young wushoe dancer's eyes glistened like stars "deal! It will be dope to hang out with u Aether!" He adds frivolously "Also don't worry about paying... im gonna have to aid on the funds since your treating me"

Aghast, Aether gives him a playful shove "There you go being generous... stop it"

"What I mean I can't let the esteemed traveler pay for my starving needs" he winks and Aether pokes his side "Then allow me to split the bill at least"

With a giggly jolt he gently pushes Aether's hand away "Hehe but..."

Another poke as Aether smirks, "Now now, who was it that helped u with your family conflict?

Ga ming realises where Aether is going wjth this charade, he giggles more when the gentle playful prodding became precise, he squirms away "hehe you... its yoohou"

Aether Pauses for a moment, mischievous "Are you ticklish?"

Silence.

Ga ming notices Aether suddenly preparing and he stretches his hands front defensively, giggling in anticipation "H-hey uh what are you...?"

Aether grins wiggling his fingers "I'm gonna be paying the next Dim sum meal and you won't pay a single mora"

Ga ming bursts into titters the moment Aether tickled his ribs "ahh hehe hey! Haha come ohohon Aehehether"

Rolling his eyes Aether didn't stop "What did I say? No more tabs for you"

"Hahaha buhuhut"

Determined to get Ga ming, Aether playfully pressures his hips, a sensitive spot no doubt and sends cackles through him, high pitched and bubbly.

"Cute laughter you got there... I dont want to stop"

"EEK! OK OK WAHAHAIT" Ga ming shrieked as Aether pinches his hips.

"Oh? What is it?" Smirking. Aether traces patterns around his hips keeping him giggly and in anticipation.

"Ihihi uhuhu wehehell..." Ga ming squirms now in a mess of tumbling shrilled giggles. So cute.

Aether rubs his thumbs by the waist now "Ga ming~ what did u want to say?"

He bucks and then lets out "Ah ah! Hehehe uhum yohohou can tahahake the tab next time"

Satisfied, Aether backs off "OK so next dim sum will be my problem"

Flushed cheeks now finally returning to colour. He gasps "Haa... you sure are a merciless traveler... jeez the last time I was tickled to death was when my mom tried to punish me for pranking her"

"Oh so you were a rascal?"

Laughing Ga ming nudged Aether "Obviously... so, tomorrow's dim sum will be on me... byee!"

"Yeah, sure -no wait! Argh! Come here, you menace!"

Laughter spreads without haste... and soon Paimon joins forces with Aether to tackle him once more. The two playfully chase without cease. Ga ming will never meet a companion as great as the traveler, and the traveller will never encounter someone as delightful as the young dancer.

Liyue must be visited more often.

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Thank you @tickle-panile and everyone who got me to 100 reblogs!

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Surprise — TGCF 天官赐福

 Tian Guan Ci Fu | HuaLian

Summary: Xie Lian is preparing a surprise for his precious husband Hua Cheng, but one must know the Ghost King isn’t an easy person to prepare surprises for. Especially when he grows suspicious and organizes random interrogations…! (Also on Ao3)

Notes: Thank you @h-u-a-l-i-a-n​​ for the request☕💖! These lovely Hualian requests are keeping my sleeping sideblog alive, ahhh I wanna write more for mdzs and tgcf!!!! The fic is rated M for some very suggestive erotic stuff:). 

Word Count: 3220

Something was wrong. Something was suspicious. Something wasn’t right. 

Xie Lian could read these things all from Hua Cheng’s obvious mind as the poor man stared at him, his eye squinting, expressing curiosity and confusion. 

“What, San Lang?” Xie Lian asked, enjoying the intense attention. Maybe it made him a weird person, but just feeling his husband’s suspicions was enough to rile him up. It made it all the more exciting to prepare this surprise for him. 

Only a few more days until their wedding anniversary, and no, Xie Lian was not going to give the surprise away. He refused! In the past years they spent together, it was always Hua Cheng bringing out the big guns for their anniversaries. 

No kidding, he was the man who built Xie Lian statues, the one person who still surprised him everyday with his undying love. And that while it almost seemed impossible to even prepare a little surprise for Hua Cheng himself.

So this time Xie Lian had prepared, scheduled and planned the biggest surprise he could manage so far. He had arranged everything he could. From the destination, dinner, the gift that was the biggest part of this surprise, to even being the mastermind behind all of the chores that would suddenly pop up around them to keep the Ghost King busy and distracted. 

It wasn’t just a simple surprise. It was something that required weeks of preparation and practically everyone he knew was part of the surprise-scheme. Xie Lian couldn’t let himself and everyone down, so he was going to have to enjoy this cute and suspicious version of Hua Cheng for a little longer. Not that he minded. He thoroughly enjoyed it.

“Something is off, Gege. This week, and also moments before that actually felt… odd. I cannot really say how, but could it be that you are hiding something from me?” Hua Cheng asked gently. 

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Finally there it is!!! I couldn't speak Chinese so didn't understand hehe... this JP is so cutee!!

Thank you @mai-mei for sharing, Luke is the cutest omg, I'm melting! His cute laugh!! and his attempts at escaping aaawww! (Around 1:09:20!)

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Tag {Tsukasa and Hanako}

A/N: yess more lee hanako lets gO! hehe he’s such a cutie i love him. I had a bit of a hard time coming up with an idea for this one, but I hope it still turned out okay! enjoy!

Summary: Tsukasa wants to play tag with Hanako, but what happens when he gets caught?

Word Count: 1.3k (under the cut)

Tsukasa walked down the hallway of the school building, humming to himself. He was looking for his brother, Hanako, mostly because he wanted to bug him. He saw the bathroom where Hanako tended to reside and lit up with excitement, quickly skipping over to the bathroom and swinging open the door.

“Hey, hey, Amane! Come hereee!” Tsukasa yelled from the entrance to the bathroom, making Hanako flinch. Yashiro had just gone home for the day, and Hanako was expecting to have a little bit of time to himself. Looks like that wasn’t going to happen.

“Want to play tag, Amane? Oh oh, can I be ‘it’ first?” Tsukasa jumped up and down as Hanako floated away from him. “Hey, don’t float away from me!”

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I don't think she left because she was bored

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Man they worked hard on these wooww

My YT algorithm has presented me the most wholesome, perfect and hilarious Genshin videos, I have to share:

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Ahhhhhh another anemo boy victim..... yesss

Ticklish Interrogation

Incredible comissioned animation from this great author! It was really a colossal work!💜✨

Inspired on a fic written by two geniuses: @wertzunge and @lovelynim.

Animator's Twitter: Scheinze Link: https://twitter.com/scheinze Fanfic: click

Posted with permission✨

(You can reblog, but not repost this)

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Waaaaah! Loveee thisss aaaahh

Day 26: Thunder

Childe x Scara

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I have a new crush... a new ler and a new (chef kiss) muwah!

Ps. She looks like someone from honkai Star Rail like Stelle hehehe ^^

SKIRK

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Could I say Wriothesley Posing made my day and Childe going rampage "I'm the riptide here to end the fight" *hum hum theme song*

I'm crying, they're so silly

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Heey, I wanna write another lee!lyney and ler!wriothesley. I delayed that because writing my grizzly's -ahem Wriothesley's name is a bit lazy for me, hehe . anyway, I like to see them in bonding more, hehe

Spoilers for fontaine

Cure for boredom

I love the way they both pose so well... ehehehe

Once more. Lyney sighs, trying to build another trick with his cards but fumbles a bit as he tries.

He's been in the fortress for too long. After all the wallets haven't been found yet and recently only has the traveller helped him in various deeds.

"Ah, Mr. Lyney... I see you've gotten quite the good arm for tricks. " Lyney almost fumbles with his cards because of all people. He didn't expect Wriothesley to make a visit to his cell. Freminet and Lynette have taken it themselves to work in the production zone, so he's taking a day off today now here the Duke himself in front of him.

"Wrio -ahem your grace" Lyney greets politely, slightly awkward since he has been on bad terms with him, somewhat guilty for the commotion he caused. However they had tea once and seem to have build a better neutral relationship. Still... guilt is a funny thing...

"No need for titles, I always come around to see how prisoners make a living, so I was curious why didn't you back for tea"

The taller man's reply caught Lyney off guard. He seems confused to why Wriothesly is implying this "I... didn't see any reason for me to come back though?"

Too late... it came wrong. Lyney stammers back now stepping towards him "I didn't mean tk be rude"

The black haired guy chuckles now, waving it off. "Water under the bridge, honestly, I was teasing... I kind of liked it when you were fierce, or maybe when you are the confident magician"

He adds playfully. "To think you have a soft side like this..."

Blushing, Lyney might have become too nice. Sighing he gives a smile "Well... I'm honoured that you came to see me... I'm sure you have other pressing matters to attend to"

Wriothesley smiles "Are you trying to chase me away Mr. Lyney?"

Lyney widens his eyes, his new found confidence deflating "W-what no... I though..."

The cryo catalyst user is closer to him now leaning forward and making leaning, stumbling back and grabbing the wall "I must say that's quite the shame..."

Lyney growls a bit, turning away instantly, his arm still raised to grip the wall, "for someone who addresses me so formally, you are too touchy, your grace"

Wriothesley laughs. Of course, he loves the magician more when he's this snarky and honest. Seeing his eyes lower, he slowly wiggles his finger under Lyney's armpit, making the latter squeak and stumbled back, clutching his shoulder "h-hey!"

"I apologise but... Its rude to put your backs against your superiors, Lyney" dropping the honorific means business.

Lyney backs away when he see the tall figure slowly advance.

"W-What do y-you m-mehehehean hehehey why hehe are you tihihickling mehe!" Lyney stumbles back but Wriothesley catches him swiftly and still tickles his sides with the intention of making him squirm against the wall.

"Goodness, the little fatui member from the house od the hearth is actually ticklish?"

Lyney shrieked when he felt larger arms tickle his delicate armpits. "NOHOnoho! Ihihi am nohot!"

"Hm, very convincing... but you know the truth yourself Lyney"

"HAhaha why haha Wriothesley!"

The Duke shrugs. "Maybe because I'm a little upset thar you didn't come for to have some tea tea me... Ms. Lynette and Mr. Freminet offered me the liberty to do so."

"Eehehe whahaht? Ihihis thahahat ihihit?" Lyney squeals when his ribs began to be tormented and he squirms more to escape the playful touch "ok! Ok hahahaha PLEHEHEASE haha ill hehe stohohop by hehehe any time ehehe"

Satisfied and also seeing Lyney's red face, he stops and then pats his shoulder "there are people I'd rather have tea with... and one of them is you Lyney... I hope I'm not too forward... you must apologise but you should lighten"

Lyney sigh straightening his hat "Well I suppose I could come by and do dome magic tricks... offer our grace some entertainment..."

"Wpnderful..." Wriothesley gleefully place his hands together. Somewhat happy.

Lyney also mentally noted to extract his revenge along with that menu.

Short and sweet, but I hope it's ok, hehehe. Thanks for reading

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Loveeee this ahhhhh these two anemo boys ma fav!!

A Poor Bastard

Genshin Impact - Kazuha x Scaramouche

Collab with @ticklygiggles

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

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

Word count: 3539 words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But we-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Scaramouche hated how well it was working.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What had he become? 

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

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

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

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

"I wohoHOHOn't!" 

"You promise?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All thanks to this stupidly clingy samurai. 

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

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

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

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

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

"Sleep tight, Kazuha." 

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Chaos (Blue Lock)

Two fics in one day! Hooray! Hope it’s good!

Warnings. This is a tickle fic so if that’s not your thing keep scrolling.

Summery: Bachira reigns his chaos on Isagi once again

When Isagi was picked to join Rins team, he thought things would be less chaotic and only more tense.

“Isagiii!!!!”

However he had forgotten that Bachira was also with them.

Isagi braced himself, as he watched Bachira run and tackle him to his bed in the second selection dorm room.

“B-Bachira!” He gasped, slightly winded as the bob cut haired boy pinned down.

“Sorry Isagi, I’ve just really missed being able to do this to my partner in soccer crime!”

And with that, he began digging his fingers into his ribs, making Isagi burst into cackles. He couldn’t believe Bachira for doing this, and in front of the top three at that!

“BahAHAhAhahachiHIHiHihihrahaha!!! NoHOhOhoHo!!!”

“Awww but why? Are you embarrassed of being tickled in front of them???” He teased with a wide mischievous grin, referring to the other three team members.

“Your laughter is, adorably, quite glam Isagi.” Aryu commented.

Isagi only blushed harder upon hearing that. He was certainly not adorable nor was he glam!

Not even when Bachira went for his lower ribs.

“AHAHAHA NOHOHOHO BAHAHACHIRAHAHA!!!” He gripped onto his attackers wrists, desperately trying to pry him off. His face was flushed red and he was kicking his feet around wildly behind Bachira.

Soon the next interjection came from Rin Itoshi.

“Can you guys please keep it down.” He said with annoyance in his voice. Not even as a question, but more as a statement.

Bachira finally stopped and looked behind at Rin with a smile. “Hm? Are you jealous Rin?”

Rin growled in anger “Of course not you weirdo!”

Bachira smiled only wider. “Then, judging by your embarrassed expression on your face, would I be correct in assuming that you’re ticklish too?”

Isagi almost laughed again at such a statement. Then he looked up, and he saw clearly, a pink color that tinted his cheeks.

“N-no! You’re just being loud and annoying, so please shut up!”

Bachira could read people quite well. He could tell when someone was lying, or trying to trick him.

“My monster says your lying Rin Itoshi…”

Before anyone could do or say anything, the bumble bee hair had jumped off from Isagi (accidentally kicking him in the stomach in the process), and went right for the youngest soccer prodigy.

Rin probably could’ve fended off against him, given that he was bigger and stronger than Bachira was. However with Bachira being way faster, as well as the sudden attack taking him by surprise, it left him entirely unprepared to suddenly get slammed to the floor on his back.

Bachira had him straddled and pinned down before his brain finally caught up to what had happened.

“So Rin. Are you sure you aren’t lying to me? If you tell the truth I promise to go easy on you.”

Rin glared, his pride clouding the view of his own position here. “Is that a threat.”

Bachira just smiled at him, and began digging into his sides.

Rins eyes widened at the sudden sensation lighting up his nerves. Nonetheless, he kept his mouth sealed shut. He refused to laugh. To show any sort of emotion that would make him appear weak. Rin Itoshi was not weak!

“Awww Cmon Rin! Don’t hold it in!” Bachira teased. “Hey Isagi!” He then called to the raven haired boy. “Wanna help me?”

Isagi had to admit it was tempting. Who wouldn’t want to see a usually stoic and grumpy person finally laugh and smile for once?

He decided, screw it, and threw himself right into the chaos. He grabbed Rins arms and pinned them above his head with one hand, while the other hand went to work fluttering at his neck.

Rins mouth quivered upward, and suddenly, it was like watching a dam burst.

“N-nahahaha screhehew yohohohu guhuhuhuys!!!!”

They were both pretty shocked. This was laughter unlike what they expect. While Isagi was prepared for rough and low laughter, he heard light and higher pitched laughter. It almost sounded childlike!

“Wow Rin. Your laugh is so nice!” Isagi said with a grin.

“Shuhuhuhut uhuhup!!!” Rin cried through his laughter. He was squirming around and kicking his feet, but nothing he did helped him escape.

When Bachira suddenly got his ribs, that all increased by about a hundred.

“NOHOHOHOHO GUHUHUYS PLEHEHEHAHASE!!! DOHOHOHONT!!”

“Uh oh~ looks like we have another person here with extra ticklish ribs!” Bachira grinned, winking at Isagi (which made Isagi blush a bit).

Soon it looked like Rin was going to explode, and Bachira let him go, followed by Isagi.

Rin didn’t say anything as he managed to catch his breath.

They watched as he slowly got up.

“You guys are sohoho dead for that…” Rin began. “Starting with you.” He told Isagi.

Isagi yelped with a squeak. “W-wa- me?!”

Rins eyes narrowed. “Run.”

Wether it was more personal hatred towards him that made Rin go for Isagi first, he didn’t know. Mainly because he was too busy trying to escape him. Boy was he in a lot of trouble.