#Lee! Scaramouche

[farfaripol]

I COMPLETED THIS SCARA!! I almost died while making this drawing BUT I finished it. If anyone doesn’t understand, it’s all the cat’s fault that’s sitting on his leg. I have nothing more to write. Have a nice day!

[dummylee07]

Visitor from the past

[rand0m-s1nner]

finished commission for @kusuguricafe ! thank you so much for commissioning me <333

[lovelynim]

(Un)wanted company

Genshin Impact - Heizou x Kazuha x Scaramouche

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

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

Word count: 1323 words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“D-don’t you da-AHARE!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[satoruin]

➣ kiss away your worries

pairing: wanderer/scaramouche x gn!reader

word count: 0.8K

summary: when wanderer has dreams of a past that no longer exists, you are there to kiss them away.

warnings: semi-graphic descriptions of murdering

notes from lee: some thoughts based on this blurb i made a long while ago + the archon/interlude quest from 3.3 where scara deletes himself

he often dreams of his past life as scaramouche. typically just glimpses of the forgotten timeline where he belonged to the fatui. other times it’s set farther back when he was the kabukimono, leading a semi-peaceful life on tatarasuna before the incident.

but his least favorite dream is when he dreams of you.

he’s come to realize that the two of you must be innately connected, otherwise why would you be asleep next to him now? your countless variations and reincarnations have always found him and while you forget he remembers.

he remembers the first time he saw you and every other first after that. no matter how many more firsts for ‘you’ occurred, he remembers. and those dreams of serenity don’t bother him even if they no longer exist. but the heartless ones of a past that’ve been erased still haunt him with guilt.

he didn’t even know he could dream, and really it didn’t feel like one. everything he sees is a vivid recreation of his regrettable past.

the words are no more than an annoying hum as he stands to be recruited into the fatui. but his ears perk up when he hears “so you must kill everyone that knows of your true nature.”

ei and yae miko were out of the question as dignitary figures of inazuma, so he knows that this order is directed at you alone. his hesitation to do so is overpowered by his resentment towards his creator, towards the cruel world that he was created in.

this body is not his own as he remembers hesitating before his hands reach your neck in his former life. there’s minimal struggle from you, but your eyes show your true emotion. they water slightly as your hands claw at his before rolling up white.

the one person he had loved was now dead by his hands. he cries, the same sound of sobs that got him kicked from being the puppet of the electro archon.

his dream does not end there though. it becomes a montage of times he’s killed you and your reincarnations. he’d always let you get close to him against his better judgment and every time he ended up having to kill you. the sight of blood sprays or clammy hands becomes normal and he knows it was for ensuring you had a quick and sure death.

but the emotional severance of the bond lays heavy in his mind and on his heart each time he watches you die. it’s at the point where his physical body starts to malfunction and leaks tears with labored breathing.

these memories and dreams he had no longer existed to anyone but himself and his brain was set on torturing him. but it stands in the way of him being able to love you in this life as he’s continuously worried that he’ll kill you.

it’s unfounded as this time around in his life he’s not committed himself to the fatui at any point in time nor killed any of your reincarnations. but still, it’s the illogical feeling that plagues the forefront of his mind as he holds you close knowing that he has no right to call you his. 

the tear tracks on his cheeks have dried once you wake, but his eyebrows are still scrunched harshly. you bend over to place a kiss right in between them and instantly his face relaxes.

you take his hand in your and unfurl his clenched fist gently, stroking and drawing patterns on the back of it. 

he wakes silently, blinking at the ceiling with watery eyes. he doesn’t turn to you or say anything but instead flips his hand so he can squeeze yours tightly. 

you kiss at the corner of his lip, “morning, love.” you don’t ask about the reason he’s crying, he’d never tell you anyway. “let me kiss your bad thoughts away, okay?”

he cranes his neck to meet your lips and his hand that’s not holding yours comes to rest on your cheek. 

“i’m sorry,” he whispers once he’s pulled away. he can’t look at you, but you place both hands on his face and make him look at you. 

“don’t apologize for anything. whatever it is can be forgiven anyway. i’ll always forgive you, darling.” you kiss him again. “now please let me truly kiss your worries away.” 

he laughs sadly, but pulls you close anyways. you can feel his warm tears roll down his cheeks and you reach your thumb out to swipe them away. “i. love. you.” each of your words punctuated with another kiss. you’d do it as many times needed for him to not just remember, but know it. 

his arms wrap around you and pull you closer so that he can snuggle into you. his face finds its place at the juncture between your neck and shoulder. his breath is warm as he mumbles into you, “love you too.”

he feels unworthy of your love, but he'll take it and cherish it any timeline.

[aticklishpercivalwriter]

A Baton and a Magic Wand

Summary: How does pranking Heizou become a tickle chase? Aether finds the answer. 

A/N: I’m back with a fic with my favorite boys! Nothing much to say other than, enjoy :)

Word Count: 2284

Bonus Word Count: 494

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All was peaceful in Aether's abode in a teapot, but the same can't be said for Aether himself. He was feeling quite mischievous and wanted to push his partners’ buttons and conveniently, Heizou was his victim. His plan was simple. Replace Heizou’s baton with one of Lyney's magic wands and have it explode in an assortment of Rainbow Roses. Easy.

“AETHERRRRR! COME BACK HERE!” 

Or so he thought. 

“H-Heizou! Stop chahasing mehehe! I wasn’t dohoing anything!”

“YOU WERE HOLDING MY BATON WHEN I WOKE UP AND RAN AWAY WITH IT! YOU EVEN HAVE ONE OF LYNEY'S MAGIC WANDS!”

“I was juhust busy cleaning! Yeah, cleaning!” 

“Yeah, like I buy that along with your giggling. Come back here and explain yourself or experience my wrath!”

Aether looked back only to find that Heizou wasn't chasing him anymore. He gulped and continued running, clutching the baton and wand closely.

“Come back here, Ae~!” Heizou's voice echoed throughout the house, shooting shivers down Aether’s spine.

“You won't catch me!” He shouted back slamming a door closed to throw him off and then rushing into a bedroom. 

Only to be captured by Gaming in a bear hug, dropping the baton and wand.

“Gammph!?” He said, his voice muffled against his captor’s chest.

"Sooo, what troubles were you up to?" Gaming asked as he closed the door softly and hoisted him up, bringing him to the bed.

"Nohohothing!" Aether giggled out as struggled against him.

"For someone so giggly I think you are guilty of some trouble, no?" Gaming remarked, swiping a finger along his side. 

"GAHAHAHA! No! Nohoho! I-I dihidn't doho anything!" 

"Are you sureee?" Gaming lifted Aether's arms over his head and trapped them beneath his own knees as he towered over him with a smirk. He hovered his hands over him and wiggled his fingers. 

"Ihihihihi swehehehear! Hohohonest!" Aether squirmed as he was forced to look up at Gaming and that teasing smirk while he gave his own innocent smile to avoid the inevitable.

"I don't believe you~"

The door suddenly opened and Heizou entered.

"I heard some giggling. Is Aether-" Heizou started, his expression morphing from surprise into a predatory smirk. "Ah. Thank you for doing the prep work, Gam."

Aether froze at the sound of Heizou's voice before his squirming began anew. This time with more urgency as he frantically giggled as he watched Heizou get closer. 

"Gaming Gaming Gahahahamihihing! Dohohon't lehehehet hihihim gehehet clohohoser! Lehehet mehehehe gohohoho! Pleahehese!" Aether gave Gaming the cutest puppy look he can give, making him about to give in before Heizou's voice cut through. 

"Don't you dare, Gaming," Heizou threatened, turning his gaze towards him, making him gulp. "If you do, I'll make you suffer like Ae and you don't want that, do you~?"

Heizou stopped a few feet from the bed and looked at him as Aether stopped squirming, holding his breath. As the two looked at him, Gaming weighed his options. One. He can keep Aether trapped and work together with Heizou to give Aether the punishment he oh so deserves. Or two. Let Aether go and hope he will make it worth his while to be tickled by the unmerciful tickle monster that Heizou is. 

One. Wreck Aether.

Two. Be wrecked with Aether.

“Let's go Ae! Hop to it, Man Chai!” 

Gaming didn’t know why he went with option two. Maybe it was because of the giddy look on Aether’s face. Maybe he wanted to play around like he wished he could back then. Maybe… Maybe it was the chance to bond with Aether and his boys after Aether confessed to him. Whatever the reason was, he jumped off the bed and directed a defiant look at Heizou, carrying Aether with him as Man Chai bought them time to run out. 

“No! Hehehey! Cuhuhut ihihihit out! I'll gehehehet youhuhu both! Hehehehahaha!” 

As Heizou tried to get Man Chai off of him, Gaming ran down the hall still carrying Aether, who managed to pick up the baton and wand, while trying to look for a place to hide. 

“You are pretty hard to say no to, you know that?” Gaming said, opening doors left and right.

Aether just grinned, making him roll his eyes. 

“Where are you guys~?” A voice rang out, making Gaming curse under his breath.

“There doesn’t seem to be any good spots. Let’s just hide in the living room. You know what they say, hidden in plain sight.”

He let Aether down as he went to squeeze behind the couch. 

“Hey!” Aether exclaimed, setting the baton and wand on the center table. “What about me?”

“You hide yourself behind the pillows on the couch,” Gaming said, like it was the most logical thing in the world. “Relax, you will blend in perfectly. Your furnishings are pretty much bright colors like you. Just don’t move too much.”

“...”

“Don’t give me that look! You can call this my revenge for you pulling me into your shenanigans.”

“You could have just worked with Heizou and tick- I mean you know,” Aether said, getting flustered just from saying the word. 

“Umm,” Gaming’s face was heating up as he looked away from Aether. 

Aether stared at him confused before it dawned on him. 

“Did you actually want to be-” Aether wiggled his fingers, making Gaming swat at his hands.

“Stop that.”

“You can tease me, but you can’t handle your own teases?” 

“You don’t need to rub it in. You’re the same!”

Footsteps echoed in the hall and they stared at each other in horror. 

“Where are you guys~?” Heizou called out.

“Come on, just hide!” Gaming whisper yelled. 

Aether sighed before he hid behind the couch pillows and covered himself with a blanket for good measure. 

“Man Chai, you got anything?” an elegant voice chimed, shaking both Aether and Gaming to their core.

Is that Kazuha!?! Man Chai? 

“You think they would hide in here?” Kazuha continued.

“Don’t underestimate Man Chai and my intuition.”

“There you go with your detective’s intuition.”

“It’s true though, that’s why I am the most successful detective of the Tenryou Commission.”

“But your intuition didn’t expect this.”

Kazuha tickled his exposed underarms and gave him a kiss.

“Kahahaz!” Heizou giggled, grabbing his arms and restraining them. “Don’t make me-”

“Ehehehehe! Mahahahan Chahahai! Nohohoho!” 

Gaming’s laughter rang throughout the living room as he crawled out from behind the couch with Man Chai following close behind. 

“Youhuhuhu lihihihitle rahahahascal!” 

He didn’t realize where Man Chai was making him go until too late. He walked right into Heizou’s waiting arms. 

“Behehetrahahayal! You betrayed me, Mahahahan Chahahai! No! Hei! AHahahahAHAHA!”

“Good work, Man Chai,” Kazuha praised, ruffling his fur. 

“That’s one down. Now where is Ae, Gaming?~” Heizou held him tight as he led them toward the couch where Aether was on. 

“Wait! Wahahahait! Nohohoho!” Gaming twisted and turned frantically trying to escape and buy Aether time. 

“H-Hey! Stop Mo-ving! Kaz, a little help here?”

“Of course.”

Kazuha swept Gaming off his feet and they brought him on to the couch. 

“Oof! We-we can talk about THIHIHIS! AHAHAHAHA!”

“Oh, we’ll definitely talk,” Heizou smirked, vibrating his fingers along Gaming’s ribs. “I’m going to ask you again. Tell us where Aether is.”

“I’m nohohot tehehelling youhuhuhu! AhahahahaHAHA!”

“Suit yourself,” he nodded towards Kazuha who slipped his hands behind Gaming’s knees. “We’ll find him. In the meantime, let’s have some fun, right Kazu?”

“Yeah, let us have some fun~”

Both gave him teasing looks before attacking. 

“AHAHAHAHAHA! YOUHUHUHU WON’T GEHEHET ANYTHING OUHUHUT OF MEHEHEHE! NOHOHOHOHO! YOU GUHUHUYS!” 

Gaming lunged toward Kazuha as he pinched the back of his knees before Heizou brought him back down with a skittering of his fingers along his neck, circling slowly around his mole to make him squirm. 

“HeheHEHAHAHAAHA! HEHEHEHEIII! KAHAHAZUHUHUHU!” 

“I can’t get enough of how cute you look laughing like this,” Heizou said, kissing him while wiggling his way to his armpits.

“MMPH! Mmhehe! Mmm-MHAHAHAHA!”

Gaming broke the kiss, panting for air as he laughed. He patted Heizou’s head for a breather, which he obliged and Kazuha slowed down to a lazy trace of his fingers along his stomach. 

“I believe that is what you call dope, hmm?” Heizou grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. 

“Oh my gohohod,” Gaming rolled his eyes and he threw a pillow at him, a happy smile painting his red face. “You both are the wohohohorst.”

Kazuha laughed at that as he walked towards Heizou.

“Kaz. What are you-?” Heizou started.

“I can’t let you have all the fun, Hei~” he answered, pecking him on the cheek. “Let’s switch. Oh, stop pouting. There’s still Ae to have fun with.”

For good measure, Kazuha fluttered his fingers against Heizou’s armpits.

“Okay! Okahahay! Fine.”

Heizou took his place as Kazuha did the same.

“For someone who is being tickled a lot, so we can get Ae’s location, you don’t seem to mind. Not even escaping since we haven’t tied you.” Kazuha remarked, before getting close to Gaming’s ears. “Is it that you want to be tickled-te~?” he teased, sending shivers down Gaming’s spine. 

“That’s what youhuhuhu think?” 

A wobbly grin made its way to his face as Kazu rested his fingers against his collarbones, thrumming them softly. 

“Ihihihi ahahaham meheheherely prohohohotecting Aehehehe! N-Nohoho teheheasing!”

“Are you sure that’s the only reason?~” Kazuha eyed him with a teasing glint in his eyes.

“Yeah!” he squeaked out quickly. “I mean, yes. That is the only reason,” he said more slowly, trying to convince him.

“I don’t believe you~” Heizou chuckled, positioning his hands above his hips. “Come on, tell-”

“RAWR!” 

Aether let out a battle cry as he tossed the blanket at Kazuha and kicked a pillow at Heizou, nailing him in the face. 

“Oof!”

“Now that was dope.”

“Haha-Agh!”

Kazuha deflected the blanket with Anemo and got Aether tangled up, “Haha, right back at you, Ae~”

Gaming tried to get back at Heizou, but Kazuha managed to restrain him with one hand and bring down Aether with the other. 

“Oh you are both in for it now~” Kazuha said, a devilish smirk on his face as he pulled the blanket off Aether’s head. 

“You both will go down,” Heizou’s sinister voice made its way to their ears. A vengeful look and shit-eating grin were etched on his face and filled them with nervous anticipation.

“You have the audacity to not just steal my baton,” he started, curling a hand over Aether’s side. “Ehep!” “But to also kick a pillow in my face.”

“And you,” he turned towards Gaming who tried to squirm away, but Kazu held fast. “You call me being nailed in the face by a pillow dope?” he curled his other hand on his side. “Gaha!” 

Heizou bent down towards their ears and whispered, “I will tickle and tickle and tickle you until I finish dishing out my revenge. Now, laugh~”

The tips of his fingers started to swirl with Anemo just like Wanderer causing Aether and Gaming to panic before the most ticklish sensations they ever experienced made them dissolve into screams of laughter. 

“HAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHEHEIZOU! NAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHA!”

“WHAHAT IHIHIHIS THIHIHIS?! AHAHAHAHAHA! IT TIHIHICKLES SOHOHO BAHAHAD!”

They laughed hysterically, yanking their arms to which Kazuha responded with whispered teases.

“Ticklish aren't we~? Tickle tickle tickle~”

“KAHAHAHAZ! DOHOHON'T DOHOHOHO THAHAHAT!”

“GAHAHAHA! LEHEHEHET US GOHOHOHO! EHEHAHAHA!”

Suddenly a soft sensation rubbed along their feet making them kick out.

“WHOHOHO IHIHIS THAHAHAT!? HAHAHAHA!”

“NOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!”

“Man Chai! Thanks for helping out,” Heizou grinned, blowing raspberries on their bellies. 

Man Chai, who had been watching from the sidelines and decided to join in, excitedly rubbed his fur more against Aether and Gaming’s feet in response.

“AHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEASE! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! TOHOHOHOO MUHUHUHUCH!”

“BWAHAHAHA! YOHUHU GUHUHUHUYS! AHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!”

“You know what to do to make it stop~” Heizou smirked, kneading their hips.

“OKAY! OKAHAHAY! I'M SORRY! I'M SAHAHAHARY!”

“GAHAHAHA! IHIHIHI’M SOHOHOHORRY TOHOHOHOO! HAHAHAHA!”

“What for~?”

“AHAHAHA! T-TAHAHAHAKING YOUR BAHAHAHAHA! B-BATOHOHON!”

“IHIHIHIHI DOHOHON’T KNOHOHOHOW!”

Heizou clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, increasing the intensity.

“Nope. Wrong answers. Try again,” Heizou dug into Gaming’s ribs, while switching to scribbling Aether's tummy. At the same time, Kazuha let up on restraining them and instead lazily traced their neck and nibbled their ears, while still whispering his teases. Man Chai happily zoomed from their feet to their shoulders and wherever he could reach.

“ALSOHOHOHO FOHOHOR KIHIHI- HEHEHEHEAHAHAHA! KICK-KICKIHIHING A PILLOHOHOW AHAHAT YOUR FAHAHACE! AHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAP!”

“Good. And you, Gam?”

“HAHAHAHAHA! FOHOHOHOR SAHAHAHAYING PIHIHIHILLOW KIHIHIHICKING IHIHIS DOHOHOPE! EHAHAHA!”

“Good enough.”

Heizou stopped making Kazuha and Man Chai stop as well. The only sounds in the room were Aether and Gaming’s giggles as they recovered. 

“Thahahank youhuhuhu.”

“Hehehehe. Hahahah~”

“Kaz, do you mind getting some water for us? They definitely need it and I think we are all getting sleepy,” Heizou yawned out, stroking his lovers’ hair. 

“Haha, okay,” Kazuha gave his lovers kisses before leaving the room. 

He went to get the glasses of water humming to the tunes of Aether and Gaming’s laughter and went to grab a couple blankets. When he came back, he was greeted with a sight that made him smile. Aether was asleep on Gaming’s chest, hugging him. Gaming was also asleep and had a hand tangled in Aether’s hair and the other dangling off the side of the couch, while Man Chai was resting in the crook of his neck. Heizou was asleep on a nearby couch with a soft smile on his face. Kazuha savored the moment before setting down the water on a table near the baton and wand that started it all. He covered his lovers in the blankets, giving each of them a kiss before lying next to Heizou and falling into a slumber like them.

Bonus:

“We are home!” Venti shouted as he, Xiao, Lyney, and Wanderer entered the house.

“How do you people shop this much?” Xiao grunted as he carried groceries inside with the help of Lyney. “Ae is going to go broke with how much we keep spending.”

“It’s Ven’s vault,” Wanderer blamed as he started to arrange the groceries on the kitchen counter. “Case in point,” he held up five wine bottles. “Why the fuck do we need more wine? Stop sneakily buying this!”

“Come on, loves. A man can’t have too much wine.”

“Not when we have another five or more in storage!” Wanderer said in exasperation. “Not to mention your apple cider.”

“Hey,” Lyney cut in, “Give him some slack, he didn’t buy as many apples this time compared to our last grocery run.

“Hmph! You guys just don’t appreciate the taste of fine wine and apples,” Venti pouted, walking off. “Kazu and Ae will agree with me.”

“Hey! Come help with the groceries! Ugh.” Xiao shook his head as he stored some stuff in the fridge. “Aether’s going to cook, right?”

Before anyone could respond, Venti rushed in with a grin on his face.

“Come! You have to check this out!”

“Venti, we are storing the groceries. Can you-”

“No! This can’t wait,” Venti started herding them to the living room. 

“What is in the living room that is so-” Lyney started before falling silent like everyone else who, just like Kazuha before, stared in awe at their other lovers sleeping. 

“So cute!” Venti was grinning from ear to ear. “And look,” He grabbed the wand from the table. “I am a magician like you, Lyney!”

“What?” Lyney said in confusion as to why his wand was on the table before looking in horror as Venti was waving it around. “Wait! Don’t shake it, Venti!”

The wand exploded a bunch of rainbow roses into Venti’s face and all around him. Venti stood there with a shocked expression on his face, while Xiao had a look of amusement and a small smirk crawling up his face. Lyney was trying to look concerned, but a small smile was tugging at his lips. Wanderer was snickering and doing his best to hold in his laughter. 

“Serves you right, drunk bard,” Xiao said, breaking the silence. 

“Xiao! You are so mean!” Venti whined, going after him with rainbow roses in hand.

“Don’t chase me!” Xiao whisper-yelled, going into the kitchen. 

“Tsk. Let’s just do the cooking, while Xiao occupies Venti,” Wanderer huffed.

“How about the rainbow roses?” Lyney asked.

“Let Ven clean it,” he replied, walking into the kitchen. “He’s the one who made the mess. I can’t be bothered cleaning it. Besides, if he doesn’t, Ae will get him to do it no matter what.”

“You got a point,” Lyney said, following after him. 

“When do I not?" he smirked. “Now come on and stop staring at our sleeping beauties. We got work to do.”

“Fine.”

[riisume]

ONG LEE SCARA / WANDERER LER CHILDE PLSSSS TUMMY OR RIBS OR ARMPITS OR SOMETHING AHHH

YES!! Some Lee!Wanderer, you love to see it! （๑✧∀✧๑）

Tried to get all three spots you listed, hehe... I hope you like it, anon! Wanted to try doing a clean sketch to see if it saved me time and kept me engaged, hope that's okay! I really like the way this one came out! (〃ω〃)

[skayleay]

Lumine and Childe bullying him.. 🫢

[chubbybunyu]

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

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

[chibimochii]

Imagine if I drew two drawings in one day, haha ( ´ ▽ ` )

*ahem* (*⁰▿⁰*)

More Lee Scara because he has my full attention at the moment,, he’s just such a brat, and Aether needs to teach him manners somehow. And it seems to be working,, •^•

Thanks for all the reshares and nice tags, these past days have been so fun^^

[fluffyweeby]

My First Try with tk gifs!

Unfortunately I can’t add with full resolution couse of tumblr limits 🥹

I had something like that on my mind for quite awhile now. Sacra trying to me all scary and mighty but mama Nahida havin none of that 😅

Stay hydrated folks! 💜

[polyaska228-16]

- S-stop it! Kh-enough! NH...h-hhhahh..

Guess what?! THIS IS MY VALENTINE'S DAY GIFT....it's my friend's drawing again..ahh, she's spoiling me..and I love it >///<

Sorry it's too late...😅

‼️THIS IS A DRAWING BY MY FRIEND, SHE ALLOWED ME TO PUT IT HERE!‼️

[rand0m-s1nner]

commission for a friend who’s not on tumblr! lee scara will always be my favorite thing ever i think, and i’ve never drawn nahida before so i had to simplify her design by a bunch haha i hope i didn’t mess it up too much

click for better quality!

[lovelynim]

A Poor Bastard

Genshin Impact - Kazuha x Scaramouche

Collab with @ticklygiggles

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

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

Word count: 3539 words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But we-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Scaramouche hated how well it was working.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What had he become? 

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

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

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

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

"I wohoHOHOn't!" 

"You promise?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All thanks to this stupidly clingy samurai. 

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

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

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

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

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

"Sleep tight, Kazuha." 

[tklpilled]

More Lee scara pls omg

Kazuha closes his eyes, happily listening to the sounds around him. Birds chirp quietly, and he can hear the branches move and the air shifting when they fly off. There's a small stream nearby, the trickling of water and the rustling of leaves surrounding him. It's so peaceful.

And, of course, his favourite sound — his lover giggling uncontrollably.

“I'm not even tickling you,” Kazuha says, amused, and apparently this only sends Scaramouche into another fit of laughter. Kazuha can tell he's embarrassed about it; he keeps covering his face and mouth with his hands, and trying to muffle the noise while he waits for his little outbursts to subside. They never do subside, though, because Kazuha keeps finding new ways to make him laugh.

“F-fuck off,” Scaramouche hisses, sounding almost threatening if not for the giggle in his voice and the pink staining his cheeks. 

Kazuha’s fingers twitch from where they’re resting on Scaramouche’s side, making him squeak and curl up. It’s the cutest sound Kazuha has ever heard. He wants to listen to it forever.

When he voices that thought to Scaramouche, he scowls. “Don’t say thahat,” he grumbles, blushing even darker. “Th-thahat’s soho dumb.”

“Mean,” Kazuha mumbles, curling his fingers around the curve of Scaramouche’s waist, and he’s immediately met with a squeal and some kind of don’t and stop and various swears all mixed into frantic giggles. And since Kazuha is feeling merciful, he’ll give Scaramouche exactly what he wants — to be tickled until he can’t think straight.

[gigglycharm]

Night Tickling

Pairing: Lee!scara , Ler!aether

Summary: Scara agrees to become Aether's tickle subject for the night. But, he doesn't realize how ticklish he is, and how good Aether is at making him laugh...

Word Count: 1.6k

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"Aether?"

Scaramouche's breaths were shallow. Every second that went by was a second that could be used to wreck him, he thought. Why the hell did he agree to this?

"Scara?" Aether replied, seemingly mocking the trembling boy. He held the boy's waist with his hands, his slender fingers wrapped perfectly around his body. His thumbs were planted right beside Scara's belly button, with his other eight fingers carefully placed on his spine. The blond had to fight the urge to just destroy Scara right then and there. He knew that even just a small squeeze of his hand - and the boy would be begging for mercy... It was pitiful, really.

But, he didn't. He wanted to tease Scara into a fit of giggles, he wanted to see his face turn red while his fingers created a type of sound you'd only hear once in a blue moon - laughter!

Scara had squeezed his eyes shut long before Aether had sensually grasped his waist, but he opened one eye with caution so that he could see how Aether would react when he asked, "Can you move somewhere else?"

Can you move somewhere else? Oh, he'd fucked up. The Traveler was in a sadistic mood tonight. And since he had Scara restrained—which was all Scara's idea—he certainly wasn't going to let the other think that he could just ask and expect for Aether to comply. "You want me to move somewhere else, Scaramouche?"

Scara shut his opened eye and flinched, feeling Aether's thumb caress the soft skin beside his navel. That damned thumb rubbed all the right places, sliding up and down, just like a windshield wiper. After Aether saw that he'd flinched, he slid the other thumb up and down, slowly, yet horribly deep. The two fingers had sunken down into the belly of Scara, who was biting his lip. Aether's fingernails assisted the ticklish sensation that sparked like wildfire.

"Fuck-" Scara mumbled under his breath. Not a second afterward, Aether inched his left thumb closer to his belly button, letting the fingers that sat on his spine gently slither around the width of his waistline. Scara laid his head back and clenched his hands into fists, impatiently awaiting his fate. He wouldn't have to wait much longer, though.

Aether suddenly jammed his thumb into Scara's navel, wiggling it around inside the ticklish hole. Scara's mouth opened and a blood-curling yelp came out, followed by a series of laughs, which sounded like howling. He shook his hips, which were being held down underneath Aether's body weight. Aether's bottom was sat on Scara's thighs, leaving most of his upper body immobile. The (comfortable) cuffs around his wrists had taken care of his hands and arms, but his head could still shake and twist around as much as it wanted.

"Oh shihit!- Aether, naha, quit ihit! Fuhuck!-" Scara fought his laughter as hard as he could, but in the end, Aether's thumb was the victor. It made Scara kick his feet, which didn't go very far because of the (comfortable) cuffs that also surrounded his ankles. He just had to lie there and receive all of the ticklish feelings that Aether was prepared to inflict upon him.

"Belly button, check. I didn't know that such a small spot could be so sensitive.~" Aether slid his thumb out of the other boy's navel. He gently pulled Scara's body upward, while moving his head to meet it. He placed his lips right beneath the ticklish sweet spot and blew. He blew as hard as he could, while still giving Scara a feeling of delicate ticklishness. He nearly screamed when Aether did this. It felt like he was being tickled everywhere on his body for some reason, or maybe it was just how ticklish his navel was that made him feel this way. After all, Aether still had his hands wrapped around his waist, but he wasn't doing anything especially tickly.

When the blond released his body of the ticklish feeling, Scara was practically gasping for air. His breaths grew deeper, but just went shallower just like before, every time Aether tricked him. By 'tricked him', I mean every time he pressed a singular finger from the row of fingers on his spine. He played Scara like a piano, pressing down an individual finger every time he heard him make a noise. His back was pretty ticklish, but not ticklish enough. Aether craved more laughter.

"You'd better be glad I'm so nice, Scara.~ I'll let you decide where I travel next." Aether stared into Scaramouche's eyes with an evil glimmer in his own. Scara could tell that this predicament he found himself in had only just begun. He took a deep inhale, then exhaled audibly. "Do I have to choose? Is there any way we could stop this here? Aether, please..."

"Pfft!- You're adorable. You know you love this, sweetheart." Aether leaned in closer to Scara's face, feeling his heavy breathing full-on. He returned the favor, breathing heavily into Scara's face. "Quit it!" Scara exclaimed, dodging the hot breath. "And don't call me that. I'm not your sweetheart."

Aether snapped back, "Then what are you? My ticklish sweetheart?" He watched as Scara squirmed. He enjoyed watching him wriggle around like a worm, his face growing redder and redder by the second. "I'll make you a deal. Okay?" Aether had decided to have mercy - that is if Scara accepted his offer.

"What's the deal?" Scara snarkily replied. This almost made Aether want to call it off, but he didn't. Mostly because he knew that Scara would accept the deal and lose. He'd rather let Scara be tickled to his breaking point on his own loss, not by Aether's pettiness. "If you can withstand one full minute of tickling, I'll let you go."

"I think you forget that I can escape whenever I please. I'm doing this to make you happy, Aether. Don't forget that." Scara growled. He knew this remark would have consequences, but didn't care at the moment. If he was being honest with himself, this tickling and teasing weren't all that bad... He actually may have been slightly enjoying it.

Aether was taken aback. His position of 'dominance', if you will, was completely stolen. How would he get it back? He'd get it back by watching Scara beg for mercy. "You'll regret that." He muttered. And then, he dragged his fingertips up Scara's ribcage, inching closer and closer to his exposed armpits. Scaramouche shivered, becoming more and more worried by Aether's skilled fingers.

"Aether! What aha-about me choosing where you tickle?" He was really hoping that Aether would let him choose, even after his smart-ass comments. Aether smirked and replied, "You think you deserve that choice? Because I don't think you do."

"Yaha!- Yes, I do!" Scara whined. It was pathetic, Aether thought. He let out a slight chuckle at the sight of Scara in such a submissive position. It was quite unusual... But, he enjoyed it nonetheless. He examined every expression the boy made as his fingers slowly dragged upward, bumping over each individual rib, saying hello and goodbye to his nipples, and eventually reaching that special spot beneath his arms. Ten fingers were sat politely underneath his arms and with no warning, attacked. Aether's fingers scribbled and squiggled like a child with crayons, tickling every centimeter of Scara's armpits. The boy's brain became mush and he had no time to bite his tongue or do anything to make the tickling less effective. He just had to take it—those speedy fingers wiggling everywhere they could, pausing every few seconds then continuing, just to remind Scara that Aether could tickle him whenever he pleased.

"Gosh, who knew that you could be so ticklish?!~" Aether cooed, quickening the pace of his fingers. While Scara was about to reply with a handful of chortles and a loud 'Fuck you', Aether had removed his fingers from his armpits. It was only a second of relief from Scara. Because now, Aether had planted two thumbs into both of the pit's hollows, circularly massaging the sensitive skin. It was a change in pace but somehow was even worse than the ten fingers fiddling around all over. "You wanna laugh, don't you? Go ahead, Scara."

Scaramouche wasn't obeying Aether. If he had the power to hold back the laughter he was now about to release, he would. But, he didn't. So here he was, giving Aether all the satisfaction in the world knowing that Scara had done what he'd said... There was nothing in the world that was worse than that, he thought.

"Aeheh-Aether puhuhulease, stop!" Scara could barely form full words, let alone full sentences. It sounded like he was being tickled to hell and back. The tickle monster that lived in hell wasn't there today, though. He was sitting on Scara's waist and whispering 'Citchie citchie coo~' right into his ear!

Aether wasn't taking any suggestions about when he should quit tickling Scara. He could sit there until morning, teasing and tickling him all over. But, he was getting quite tired... Both of them were, actually. Aether pulled his thumbs out of Scara's armpits and uncuffed his wrists and ankles. The now unrestrained boy laid there for a moment, catching his breath.

Aether crawled back onto his waist, making Scara gasp. Was he going to go for a round two? He closed his eyes, then felt two hands gently hold his neck, and shortly afterward two lips softly melted into his own. He opened his eyes to see Aether, cute as can be, and returned the kiss with a bit more passion.

The night ended with Aether and Scara cuddling, Scara sneakily poking the blond boy's sides every so often for revenge. Aether would have pinned him right back down and forced him into a ball of giggles, but he had mercy and endured it. After all, it was worth it to see Scara fall asleep in his arms. He rubbed his head and fell asleep, glad that such a cute boy was in his life.