#lee!alhaitham

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I DID IT

Thank you @xsezzie for letting me use your idea 🥹🫶

#tickleart #tickling #tickle fanart #genshin tickle art #ppydraws #lee!alhaitham #ler!kaveh #kavetham #genshin impact

[skayleay]

Some little sketchy boys just becausee~

#lee!alhaitham #ler!kaveh #genshin tickling #genshin impact tickle #tickle fanart #fanart #tickle artist

[ticklish-n-stuff]

As we were gushing over in our DMs… 👀🤭

Domestic KavehTham

I'm sorry I can't think of a proper title lmao. Still, I hope I did these boys justice!💖

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Alhaitham x Kaveh domestic!au (romantic)

Lee: Alhaitham

Ler: Kaveh

Warnings: Tickles!

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After a long day at work, all Alhaitham could think of was going home. Home to the comfort he had built, and to the one he loved.

Kaveh's ears perked up from where he was laying on the couch, watching his boyfriend arrive with that usual, grumpy expression.

"Aww, tiring day?" there was no response, aside from the usual grumble the taller one would let out. Alhaitham dragged his feet over to the couch, flopping down face first right on top of Kaveh. Most people would probably get startled by the sudden weight dropped on them, but for Kaveh, this was a regular occurence. Alhaitham coming back all tired and grumpy, and Kaveh messing- I mean, taking care of him. So he accepted his partner with open arms, quickly wrapping him in a hug. Nimble fingers curling against the thin fabric of Alhaitham's shirt.

"Mph..." another grumble came out of the tired man, burrying his face against Kaveh's neck. Ahh... it smelled like home. He could fall asleep right there and then. Of course, Kaveh wouldn't make it so easy for him.

It didn't take long until Alhaitham felt some mischevious fingers sneak under his shirt. Short nails drawing a trail up his spine to the base of his neck. Leaving goosebumps in their way. He felt as Kaveh's chest rumbled in soft yet deep chuckles. That stupid laugh, so... flustering...

Alhaitham would try arching his back away, not like it did much. His torso was trapped flat against Kaveh's. He dared to peak over at the blonde's face, only to be met by the most endearing, love-struck look ever. Back to hiding, Alhaitham went, not wanting to reveal the crimson color that was rising up his features.

"Kaveh..." the younger of the two whined out, barely audible. Anyone who knew Alhaitham, knew that he wasn't the most expressful person out there. Sometimes struggling to word what he wanted, but that's the beauty of love. You pick up on those little signs that your partner wants you to keep going. It also helped that Kaveh felt a soft tug at his own shirt, causing his grin to widen.

He stayed quiet, letting his fingers do all the work. His nails started tracing figure eights around Alhaitham's shoulderblades. The scribe couldn't help but let out small huffs of air, as his shoulders squirmed involuntarily. The longer this went on, the more Alhaitham relaxed. Atleast until Kaveh decided to brush against another sensitive spot. He drummed his fingers softly down Alhaitham's ribs and sides, as if playing a delicate instrument.

"Mph! ...hmhm!" it was getting increasingly harder to control his reactions. Alhaitham's body softly shook as he puffed out a breathless giggle after the other. How can something so relaxing, so... intimate, feel so damn flustering?!

"Ahaww, was that a laugh?~" the blonde chimed out, resting his fingers to a hault. Watching as his partner let out a sigh of relief, but when Alhaitham lifted his face to look up at him, there was a look of desire. He wanted more.

"Shut up..." the younger male grumbled out in typical Alhaitham fashion, trying to oh so casually flip onto his back. Kaveh knew exactly what he wanted.

"Haha! If you wanted tummy tickles, you could've just said so~" the blonde teased, kissing the shell of his partner's ear.

Alhaitham let out a groan, running a hand through his face. Although, any annoyance he felt was instantly replaced by giddyness as Kaveh delicately rolled his shirt up, revealing his toned stomach. Just like with his back, the architect's nails started to caress every nook and cranny. Tracing over marked abs.

A stronger whine escaped the scribe, his stomach trying to suck into itself.

"Ah ah ahhh, don't go hiding now~" Kaveh cooed, his index finger softly circling around the rim of his boyfriend's navel. Such a small spot, yet so effective and weak.

"Hnghh!" poor Alhaitham couldn't help arch his back once more. Causing the sensitive skin to become more exposed to his partner's mischief, not like he minded.

That dreaded finger circled the spot a few more times, enjoying as Alhaitham squirmed and shuddered every time. The scribe thought he'd go insane, until he finally felt that finger dip into his navel. Kaveh's nail softly scratching and wiggling around it playfully.

"Phhhahahaha...!" Alhaitham threw his head back against Kaveh's shoulder. A genuine, bright smile adorning his lips.

"There it is! A happy Alhaitham is much cuter than a grumpy one~" Kaveh chuckled out playfully. "How about I keep this up a while longer? I doubt you'll mind, right?~".

As annoying as it was, Alhaitham wouldn't trade these moments for anything.

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#genshin impact #genshin tickle #genshin tickle fic #alhaitham #kaveh #ler!kaveh #lee!alhaitham

[lovelynim]

Don't make a noise

Genshin Impact - Alhaitham x Kaveh

A/N: I was bored at work and I came up with a little something, teehee

Summary: "Shhh, don't make a noise. We don't want them to find out, do we?"

Word count: 1305 words

Kaveh wrapped his arms around his roommate's neck, desperately pressing his lips against Alhaitham’s, using him to keep his balance and not fall on his back on the table. The blonde could feel the tip of his feet barely grazing the ground, but he was too lost in their act to mind it.

On the other side, Alhaitham kept one hand wrapped around the architect’s waist while placing his palm on the man’s bare back, even sliding his fingers inside through the back’s window on his shirt. His legs slightly intertwined with Kaveh’s, craving for more as each second passed by.

This was becoming a way to frequent part of their routine. It’s been a while since the two of them started to do more than share a room and, lately, Kaveh would sneak at the Grand Sage’s office just to see him and… do other things as well. 

Alhaitham was against the idea and made sure to always remind Kaveh of the risk they were both taking by doing that. Yet, he would always give in to the blonde’s demands and teasing, not thinking twice before pulling him into his embrace.

“So troublesome…” Alhaitham gasped between their kisses, trying to catch up his breath, but resuming the act after some short sighs.

Kaveh chuckled, throwing his head back to fill his lungs with air again. The other groaned, as an impatient kid whose toy was taken away. The blonde looked at him, grinning. He had the upper hand, after all. “You are not easy too, you know?” He muttered, moving one of his hands to Alhaitham’s face, caressing his cheek. “In fact, you are pretty har-” knock knock knock

The noise cut through Kaveh’s words, making him stop at the middle of his sentence as the both of them widened their eyes, exchanging panicked looks. 

 “Grand Sage, sir, are you there?”

“Yes,” Alhaitham said, without a hint of hesitation. “Just a second, please.”

“What are you doing?!” Kaveh whispered as the man backed up a little, sliding off the table.

“Shut up,” the scribe told him, but before Kaveh could protest and snap back for those words, he felt Alhaitham’s hand at the back of his head, pushing him down until he was sitting under the table. “Don’t make a noise,” he whispered before sitting on the chair, pulling it closer to the table, carefully placing his legs in a way he wouldn’t press Kaveh even further into the small space. 

“Come in,” he said louder, fixing his clothes a second to make sure he didn’t look like someone that was almost caught red handed.

A scholar walked in, carrying some papers in their arms. “Grand Sage, here are the documents you asked me. I think this should be enough material for the revision,” they said, getting close to the table as they carefully placed the pages, one by one, in front of Alhaitham.

Kaveh, under the table, sat in the fetal position between Alhaitham’s legs, hugging his knees and sinking his face between his shoulders. He wanted to curse his roommate for that, but knew he also had some fault in his current predicament.

It shouldn’t take long - or so he hoped - for that scholar to finish any matters they had with Alhaitham, so he only needed to wait a little more. Not wanting to eavesdrop on the conversation between the Grand Sage and his secretary, Kaveh tried to ignore it all. However, he couldn’t help himself but to pay attention when his name came into the matter.

“Were you able to make any progress during the past week, sir?” The scholar asked, with a slight hint of mockery in their words, “if your roommate is as bothersome as you say, I believe it must have been quite the task,” they laughed.

“Well,” Alhaitham continued, making Kaveh perk up his eyebrow as he waited for what he would say in his defense, “with the right efforts, I couldn’t work without so much trouble.”

“I can only imagine, sir,” they continued while Kaveh, under the table, listened carefully, “with him nagging at you all the time, it must be a real headache.”

As they seemed to drop the conversation from the formalities of work to simply talking about daily life, Kaveh managed to catch more and more comments about him thanks to Alhaitham’s secretary. That stupid scribe… He wasn’t going to let Alhaitham’s slide off that easily, no. The gears inside his head were turning, plotting his revenge. 

“Before you go,” Alhaitham started, searching for something on his desk, “I’d like to ask you to taHA- hng!” 

He greeted his teeth to stiff his laughter. Giving the space under the table a quick glance, he saw Kaveh, with a wicked smile, resting his hands over his knees. That damned brat.

“Sir? Are you okay?”

“Yes, peherfectly fihih- fine,” Alhaitham continued, trying to move his legs away from Kaveh with no avail, since the architect was already taking most of the space under the table. The scribe battled the smile threatening to take place in his face, clenching his hand as he tried to bear the tickling.

“Just gihihive m-me a secoHOnd,” startling both the scholar and himself with his own reaction, Alhaitham wished he could simply kick Kaveh when the blonde decided to test how sensitive his thighs were.

Kaveh wasn’t holding back at all, grinning from ear to ear as he scribbled his roommate’s inner thigh with one hand and squeezed his knee with the other. While Alhaitham struggled to hold back his reactions, Kaveh amused himself with how much his legs trembled and squirmed under his touches.

“Is something wrong, sir?” The scholar asked, half concerned and half confused, not sure about what was going on.

“Y-yehehes, I juhust f-feel a lihihittle- ah, littlehe d-dizzy!” The acting Grand Sage explained, banging one fist on top of the table while using the other hand to cover his face. He tried to press his knees together, protect himself somehow, but only ended up “trapping” Kaveh’s hand between his legs, not able to stop the blonde from playing with his thighs.

“Should I call the emerg-”

“AHa-” Alhaitham cackled when Kaveh decided to tickle the back of his knee, wiggling his fingers at the rather sensitive spot. He slapped his hand over his mouth, revealing his slightly pinkish cheeks to the scholar in front of him. No matter where Kaveh targeted, everything seemed equally bad, ticklish enough to drive him up the wall. “N-noho need fohor thahat!”

“Sir, are you… laughing?”

“I j-juhust remembehered a-ahah, hnng- a f-funny epihihisode,” Alhaitham bit his lip, taking every ounce of strength left in his body to resist as much as he could and finish that sentence at once.

“I-I see… ahm,” the scholar confusion was starting to grow into awkwardness, being it the first time he could witness Alhaitham at such state.

“C-cohould you- ahah, fehetch me a g-glass ohof wahahater?”

“Ah, surely. Just a second, please,” the scholar nodded in a hurry, turning around and walking past the office’s door to fulfill the Grand Sage’s request.

As soon as he was gone, Alhaitham pushed the chair back, looking down at Kaveh with furious eyes. “What do you think you are doing?!”

But, instead of an answer, Kaveh looked up at him, placing one hand over his knee while he brought the other to his own lips, holding his index finger out, “shhh, don’t make a noise, Haitham, they will come back at any moment. Bear it, yes?”

“You-”

Before he could finish, the door opened again. The scholar, trying to not look as concerned, handed him the glass, “your water, sir,” they said, with a smile. Eying Kaveh under the table and reading through his intentions, the scribe sighed. That was going to be a long meeting…

#genshin impact #genshin impact tickling #tickle fic #alhaitham #kaveh #kavetham #lee!alhaitham #ticklish!lalhaitham #ler!kaveh

[tyrant-tales]

Shut Up!

Hiiii! I wrote a little something. I kind of rushed it at the end, but here's some 4ggravate for yall. I didn't realize how much my lee cyno biased came out in this, so I hope you like lee Cyno!

I would put lee and ler buuut: Everybody is a switch in this.

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: nothing really, just tickles below the cut. If I need to add something, let me know.

Enjoy!(:

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Tighnari sat across the table, running his hand through his hair, "Why do I hang out with you both?"

Cyno, head in his hands, just laughed, "Because they force us"

"But they dont?"

"It feels like they do."

Tighnari sighed, and fought the urge to slap Alhaitham and Kaveh to the next planet over. He shook his head and continued his game of TCG with Cyno for the next couple minutes. Cyno, of course, won and Tighnari quickly got tired of rematches, as well as the insane amount of bickering between Alhaitham and Kaveh. Speaking of those two, Kaveh had his finger in Alhaithaims chest and was yelling at him for something. The scribe just watched without flinching.

"Seriously, what is your problem, Kaveh?" Alhaitham managed between said man's tangen.

"My problem is you!"

"What did I even do?"

"You took both keys yesterday, and I'm quite sure you would've again today had I not gone with you!"

"I would not have. You're being dramatic."

"I am not!"

"Oh my archon, can you both STOP?"

All heads shot to Tighnari, not expecting the sudden yelling from the usually quiet forest ranger.

"Sorry, excuse my yelling. Why do you live together if you fight so much?"

"We don't fight that much." Kaveh defended.

"Yes we do."

And so began more arguing.

Tighnari looked like he needed sleep, but he glanced towards Cyno.

"How do you think we could get them to shut up?" 

Cyno thought for a second, then he lit up brighter than the sun.

"Do you remember the method Candace uses on villagers when they get too worked up?"

"Oh you mean the one I use on you everytime you visit?"

"I was trying to avoid that example, but yes."

Cyno turned away, seemingly grown red. Tighnari thought about it for a second. It might work. He'd pay for it later, but it would work.

"Okay, you wanna help?"

Cyno nodded, a smirk growing on his face.

Kaveh was still talking at Alhaitham when Tighnari walked behind him. Alhaitham noticed, but didn't say anything, he just smiled as he realized what Nari was doing. Cyno, however, was not in Alhaithams vision, so that was scary. Before he could react to this, though, both Kaveh and him crumpled to the floor as Cyno and Tighnari took action.

"Whahahat?" Kaveh turned his head to see tighnaris grinning features, then he panicked further as he realized what was happening. Tighnari was scribbling the length of Kavehs torso, and it was unbearable. Tighnari made sure to linger at the blonde's hip bone longer than the rest. He looked at Alhaitham, only to find he was not in a better situation.

"C-cynoho…" He gritted his teeth, trying to avoid the laughter bubbling in his throat, because of the merciless fingers on his sides.

"Yes, Alhaitham?" Cynos smug smirk grew wider as he switched to digging into Alhaithams upper ribs. 

"Nohoho!"

"Yes!"

Tighnari had Kaveh sitting basically in his lap on the floor, and was attacking the blondes sides, switching between scribbling, squeezing, and poking.

"Whyhehe ahare yohohou soho cruhuhuel?" Kaveh squirmed, twisting left to right to try and escaped Tighnari and his cruel shut-up method.

"Why can't you stop arguing  with Haitham?"

"Behecause he suhuhucks!"

"Mhm. When you both promise to stop arguing, me and Cyno will stop our 'attack', until then, you can suffer like I did."

"Thahats nohot fahair!"

"Sure it is! Now I've heard enough talking from you, why don't you just laugh for me?"

That was the last thing Kaveh heard before the fox boy drilled into his hips without warning. This resulted in a high pitched scream, then drowning everything else out with his laugh. 

Cyno had heard Tighnari and Kavehs little conversation, and decided to let Alhaitham know the same thing. He was also partly afraid that Alhaitham would gain his strength back, so he quickly followed Nari's lead.

"Yknow, Nari is right. You argue too much. When you both apologized we'll let you go. Soooo you get to laugh for right now."

"Ihi dohohont stahart it! Kahaveh dohoes! Wait NOHO-!"

Alhaitham quickly shut up as Cyno targeted his underarms. Scribbling, clawing, massaging, drilling, anything it took to get him to shush. He all but screamed, then fell into his low laughter. He started to forget how this started. The only thing he remembers is letting Cyno take him down. He doesn't know why, but for some reason, he wanted this.

"Let's see…. Here? Or here? Maybe here?" Tighnari practically sang as he jumped around Kavehs torso. Ribs, side, stomach, hips, back to sides and all over again. Kaveh couldn't take it, he needed Alhaitham to apologize, but he remembered he hadn't done so either. So he tried.

"Tihihigh- TIGHNARI Ihim SOHOHORRY pleheahase!! I CAHAHANT!"

"Oho, one down, one to go. How about it, cyno? Did he apologize yet?

"Okay, you tease alot more under these circumstances."

"That is besides the point, dear."

"Fine. No. He's to stubborn for that."

"That is true. Oh well, Kaveh will just have to suffer."

"I suppose so."

Cyno shuddered, knowing all too well what Kaveh was dealing with. Cyno had fallen under Tighnari's mercy before, and he was mean when he wanted to be. And that's clearly what he wanted now, as he was not giving poor Kaveh the light of day. Nevertheless, Cyno took a breath and continued working on his end of the stick. 

"Now, Alhaitham, are you willing to apologize now that you know your dear ol' senior did?"

"Noho! Ihi dihidnt dohoho ahanything!"

"Suit yourself, then!" 

With that, Cyno did all he could to weaken the man he was Tickling. He was scared for when he and Kaveh decided to take revenge, but that was later Cynos' problem, not Cynos' current problem. Right now, he had to focus on keeping Alhaitham down and not fighting back.

But he didn't seem to be fighting either way.

Only a few minutes later did Cyno hear Alhaitham screaming apologies when he reached a particularly sensitive rib that had an also pretty sensitive muscle right next to it.

"Ohohoh my archohons, that was cruel." Kaveh complained as he mustered up the most adorable upset look Alhaitham knew all too well.

"Maybe if you didn't start arguments so much we wouldn't be in this situation."

"Both of you please stop talking before this starts all over again." Cyno and Tighnari rushed out in fear of more bickering.

"You know what, I think I have something we can agree on, Kaveh."

"And that is, Alhaitham?"

"Revenge."

"Couldn't have said it better myself."

They both turned towards the two people behind them, Alhaitham to Cyno and Kaveh to Tighnari. Both of the ladders stepped back in wide-eye panic before Kaveh and Alhaitham pounced, tackling them to the ground.

"Waitwaitwaitwait hold on! We can talk about this! No need to do anything rash…" Tighnari panicked. Cyno followed his plea.

"Yeah! You don't need to do this! It was only to get you to stop arguing!"

"Ah, yes. Well, it worked, and we found something to agree on." Alhaitham had managed to fight Cyno to the ground and got his hands pinned under his knees. 

"Yes, and that something is revenge." Kaveh had seemed to follow Alhaithams lead, pinning Tighnari and his arms.

"But-"

"Shush. Now what was it you said? Oh yes, I've heard enough talking from you, why don't you laugh for me?"

With that, Kaveh began scribbling across Tighnaris ribs, and laughing at the choked squeal from the man.

"Well said, Kaveh. Why don't you do the same, Cyno?"

Then Alhaitham also started his 'torment' by squeezing all around Cyno's stomach. He also chuckled at the uncharacteristic screech from the Matra.

"No need to be so loud, the entirety of Sumeru doesn't need to know that you're being tickled. Honestly, it's like you want them to know. Hm, I wonder what they'd think; the great Cyno, General Mahamatra, ticklish."

"SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!"

"Awe, can't you take a little teasing? Cute."

Tighnari really wasn't in a better position. In fact, it may have been worse.

"Hm, being a forest ranger is really dangerous." He paused to gasp dramatically, "What if you're missing ribs! I should count to make sure they're all still there!"

"NOHO Ihi hahave ahall of my rihihibs!"

"Oh, I don't know, Nari. I really should just make sure. Okay ready?"

He placed his hand under Tighnaris shirt and on his bottom rib.

"NONONONOHOHOOO!"

"Okay, one… two… three… four…"

"SHUHUT UHUP KAVEH IHI SWEHEAR TO THE ARCHONS SHUHUHUSH!"

"Oh, you made me lose count! Be more quiet, and don't squirm as much! Okay, let's try again, one…"

"NOHO!"

"Five… six… wow you're doing really good. Oh what number was I at? Alhaitham, do you remember?"

"Hm… no I do not seem to recall. Ack! Cyno don't kick me!"

"SIHIHIX! YOU SAHAY SEHEVEHEN NOHOW!"

"Awe, you were counting too? You must enjoy this!"

"SHUHUSH!"

"How do I know you're not lying though? May as well start over! One…"

Tighnari groaned through crazed laughter.

"Woah Cyno, how did I not know you were this ticklish? Honestly, isn't this dangerous? Especially when your outfit reveals so much. If any enemies ever figured this out you'd be done for!"

"SHUHUT UHUP!"

"That isn't very nice. How about you say sorry for that?"

"Nohoho!"

"Fine then."

Alhaitham shot his hands up to Cynos' underarms, making sure to drag his uneven nails up the others torso on the way.

"WAITWAIT IM SORRY NOHOHOHO!"

"Hmph. I'm still going to stay here for a bit."

"PLEASEHE! IHIM SOHOHORRY!"

"Nope. Still not moving."

"Ten… eleven… twelve… oh. You have all your ribs! Good!"

Kaveh slowed down and showed some remorse for the screaming fox under him. Once Tighnari caught his breath, Kaveh smiled.

"Alright, I think you've had enough."

And Kaveh rolled off him. Tighnari immediately curled into a ball, his tail thumping on and off the floor, and his breathy giggles slowing down.

"You okay?"

"Yeheah. Woah, you're mean."

"I know."

Alhaitham then noticed that Kaveh had stopped, so he figured he would too, deciding against slowing down, he went for a final blow instead.

"Alright Cyno, are you ready?"

"Fohor whahat?"

Alhaitham took a deep breath, and despite what you'd expect:

"PBBFFFTT!"

Cyno all but screeched, then he fell silent as he banged on the grey-haired man's head with his fist. When said man finally let up after blowing raspberry after raspberry, cyno fell limp and breathed heavily while the other 3 just watched him. When he calmed down, Alhaitham got off and sat in his chair at the abandoned table. Cyno just laid there. Tighnari eventually got up and offered a hand to him, which he took, and all four of them continued on. Except this time, there was no arguing. Just laughter, and possibly a little too much wine for Kaveh.

#tickle content #genshin impact #cyno #tighnari #kaveh #alhaitham #cynonari #cynari #kavehathaim #like no one cares #but yknow #lee!kaveh #lee!alhaitham #lee!cyno #lee!tighnari #ler!kaveh #ler!Alhaitham #ler!cyno #ler!tighnari

[keru0]

Tan Lines

I was playing as Alhaitham in the desert and heard his desert voiceline, which reminded me that he has holes in the tops of his shoes and a headcannon I saw that he has heart-shaped tan lines there. I think that should be enough for yall to get the idea of this fic…

Anyways this is just a little drabble I did. I think I’m putting that Ragbros fic on the backburner for now, but I do have different Ragbros fic in mind I might write!

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Ships/Pairings: Lee!Alhaitham, Ler!Kaveh (romantic)

Contains: Feet Tickling, Fluff, SFW

Word Count: 839

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“Ugh, I’m so tired!” Kaveh sighed, dramatically laying over Alhaitham’s legs on the Divan. It’s been quite a long day, having already had to restart his client’s proposal for the third time – I mean really, who does he think he is?! Did he go to the Akademia for almost a decade for architecture? Has he been acclaimed as the Light of Khsarewar for his grandiose architecture? No! “I mean it’s the third time, Haitham! Does he think he knows better than me?! ‘Too plain’ my ass! If I add any more decorum it’ll stick out like a pink Sumpter Beast!”

After the scribe allowed the architect a few seconds to calm down, he spoke up, looking up from the book he was reading, keeping his expression as neutral as possible. “Well maybe you should just drop him as a client? Seems like more trouble than he’s worth.”

Kaveh lifted his head to look at Alhaitham, sighing once again. “You don’t get it Haitham! This project is going to make me so much mora! I can’t just throw it away-” Halfway through his words, he turned his head to Alhaitham’s feet, noticing something peculiar.

“Are those…do you have tan lines on the tops of your feet?” He shifted, getting closer to the scribe's feet, crossed at the end of the divan. “Oh my god, you do! And they’re shaped like little hearts! Aww, who knew you had a cute side~” Kaveh teased.

“They’re not hearts.” Alhaitham answered, sticking his face back in his book. “They’re just from my boots- ack! Hehey!”

Kaveh ignored Alhaitham, opting to instead trace the darkened skin with his fingernail, outlining the shape. “They are too hearts! See, they’re shaped just like them…” Hearing the scribe’s reaction, he suddenly stopped what he was doing, looking at Haitham and smirking. “Oh don’t tell me…is the Akademia’s Grand Scribe ticklish~?”

“Kaveh, don’t you dahahare! Ahahaha! Knohohock it ohohoff!” Alhaitham quickly shut his book and threw it aside, attempting to sit up to pull his roommate from his feet, which was easier said than done with the way Kaveh was sprawled over his legs, making them almost unable to bend.

The architect kept his smirk on his face, now quickly skittering his nails over the tops of Alahaitham’s feet, from his ankles to his toes. “Oh, come on! You hardly ever laugh, let alone smile! Relax a little, Haitham!”

Unable to pull Kaveh from his legs, the scribe grabbed the pillow from behind him, swinging it to hit the architect repeatedly, though it did little to stop his ticklish attack. “Kahahaveh stahahap it! This is nohohot how I relahahax! NOhoHoHOHo!”

At the first impact of the pillow hitting his back, Kaveh gasped in faux shock, mock-anger in his tone. “How dare you hit me! Is this how you thank your roommate for helping you relax? Perhaps you should apologize~!” Kaveh narrowed his eyes and widened his smirk as he pulled back the scribe's toes and quickly dragged his nails along his sole, paying extra attention to the area just beneath his toes. Alhaitham’s leg began to shake, unable to do anything, even scrunch his toes, to stop the maddingly ticklish sensations coming from his sole. His other foot began flailing about, trying its best to attempt to cover the foot being attacked and stop the evil hands from their assault.

“NOhOHoHO! Okay oKAHaHAhaY! IHiM SoHOHohORrY! STAhAHaP IT! KAHaHAVeH eNoHOHoUgH AhAHaHAHa!” Alhaitham screamed as the ticklish sensations became too much. Tears of mirth began forming at the corners of his eyes, a few escaping down his cheeks as he fell back on the divan and quickly shoved the pillow he was using to hit Kaveh into his face to attempt to muffle his screams of laughter.

Accepting his apology, Kaveh stopped his assault on his roommate’s feet and began rubbing them to rid of the residual ticklish sensations. After a few seconds, he crawled up to Haitham’s head, gently prying the pillow away from his face. “Ahh, let me see that face~” He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the scribe’s expression – face pink, cheeks damp from tears, hair disheveled, and a wide smile on his face. “You know, you’re quite cute like this. That smile I love so much, it’s very pretty on you – you should smile more often.” Kaveh moved his hand to cradle Haitham’s cheek, using his thumb to wipe away some of the residual tears.

“Is that so?” Alhaitham responded, smiling at Kaveh and leaning into his touch. Haitham raised his own hand to cradle Kaveh’s cheek, gently pulling his face towards his own in a gentle kiss. “Are you in a better mood now, at least?”

“After seeing your dazzling smile and charming laugh? Always.” Kaveh smiled, laying his chin on Haitham’s chest to look at him. “Love you.”

“Love you too, my Light.” Alhaitham smiled again, laying his head back while rubbing a hand on Kaveh’s back, the two of them deciding to rest for a while.

*     *     *

“They are shaped like hearts, though.”

“Shut it.”

#genshin tickling #fluff #lee!alhaitham #sfw #ler!kaveh #feet tickling

[undercovergamer]

✨A Bookworm’s Vengance✨

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

banner giving off “graphic design is my passion” vibes /ref LMAOOO (I couldn’t find better images to combine and I don’t wanna use fan art, so-)

After spending enough time with Alhaitham for him to become comfortable with hugs, Itto decided that some playful mischief was in order. (Oh how the turns will table…)

Note: This is a silly scenario I made up with a friend. She loves Alhaitham and I love Itto, so we kinda just put them in the same room to see what would happen. Basically Itto is in Sumeru because lazy writing and he’s staying with Alhaitham and Kaveh until he returns to Inazuma, also because lazy writing. We don’t need logic in silly fics like this, right?

Word count: 2682

Ah, a quiet afternoon. A perfect time for some peaceful reading. That’s what the acting grand sage Alhaitham thought anyway. He was off the clock, just minding his own business, enjoying some much needed solitude. With his noise cancelling headphones switched on, there was nothing that could disturb his peace… or so he thought.

Entirely consumed by his reading, he was about to finish the last chapter. He was stood in front of a bookshelf in preparation to put the book away and choose a different one to read. After a few more minutes, he closed the book and placed it in the shelf. While trying to decide what to read, he felt a sudden shift in the room’s vibes. He didn’t think much of it until he suddenly got jumpscared by a pair of arms wrapping around him from behind.

Ambushed? In his own home? Who would even DARE to-… wait a minute. Looking down and switching his headphones off, he quickly recognized the culprit. The one and oni, Arataki Itto. Had the scribe not looked down and seen his arms, he would’ve instinctively fought him in self defense.

“Hahaha! I got you good, didn’t I?” The oni’s joyful laughter was hard not to recognize.

“Itto, what’s gotten into you?!” Alhaitham was quite annoyed.

“What?? Can’t I give my favorite scribe a hug?” Itto replied, hugging his grumpy friend close.

“You scared me.” Alhaitham sighed, having just calmed down from the sudden ambush.

“Haha, sorry bro. Just feeling silly. What are you doing?” Itto looked over the scribe’s shoulder in curiosity.

“I’m trying to read. You’re disturbing my peace and quiet.”

“Ugh, but reading is sooo boring! Don’t you wanna do something else? Let’s hang out!”

“No thanks. I’d prefer to just read in peace. Alone.” Alhaitham wanted Itto to leave, but he didn’t seem to have understood.

“Oh come on, you haven’t even picked a book yet! You can read later! I’m bored.” Itto rocked back and forth impatiently.

“That’s too bad. I’m sure you can find another way to entertain yourself. Now, please stop moving like that, I can’t read.”

“Read what? You don’t even have a book yet…” Itto huffed and stood still as commanded. Alhaitham was somehow already focused on finding something to read. But then that silly oni decided some playful mischief was in order.

“Itto, let me go. I’m trying to think.” Alhaitham said in his usual monotone voice.

“Suuuure, I’ll let go. Lemme just-” Itto tightened the hug, lifting Alhaitham into a strong bear-hug while laughing happily.

“Ack- put me down!” Alhaitham struggled to break free while trying maintain Itto’s balance. They’d both get hurt if he fell.

“Come on! Can’t you smile a bit? I can help you!” Itto grinned and put him down, but kept hugging him for the funny.

“What are you talking ab-?!” Haitham choked on his words, interrupted by a …sudden urge to laugh? What?

“Are you ticklish? C’mon! Smile! Hehe.” Itto had started tickling him while holding him in place with the mighty hug. To both of their surprise, Alhaitham had been caught so off-guard he couldn’t hold back his deep laughter for more than a few seconds. The moment he burst into laughter, Itto couldn’t help but laugh along with him with a bright smile.

“Aw, I didn’t know the acting grand sage was so ticklish! Hahaha! Tickle tickle tickle~!” Itto playfully teased him for the funny, tickling him silly.

“Ahahahahaha!! Itto wh- hahahahah!! W-What are you dohohoing?!” Alhaitham protested and tried to break free, but Itto’s cursed nails tickled so bad he couldn’t focus properly. Even though this oni was incredibly irritating right now, hurting him was out of the question. That’d be an unforgivable crime.

“What’s the issue? I’m just helping you loosen up! You’re always so tense.” Itto replied innocently, switching spots and playfully scribbling all over the scribe’s abs, which actually earned him a surprised squeak. “Hehehe, I heard that! Do it again!” Itto said playfully, tickling the man’s tum.

“Lehehehet gohohohoho! AhahahahAHAHAHAH!!” Alhaitham began bucking and squirming more, trying very hard to break free from Itto’s clutches. But no matter where he squirmed to, the oni would follow. That and he felt embarrassed that he had just made such a high pitched noise.

“Hehe, you need to smile more!” Itto started to playfully tickle and poke at his ribs and sides, making the scribe arch his back and laugh louder before bending forward, trying to protect himself with his arms.

“Sh-shut uhuhup! AhahahAHAHAHA!! STAHAHAHAHAP!!” Unfortunately, Alhaitham was somehow unable to squirm away to safety, since Itto kept following his movements the whole time. Why the heck did it tickle so bad?!

“Aha! A weak spot! Hehehe. Tickle tickle tickle!” Itto was loving it! Seeing the usually grumpy scribe laughing out loud was certainly rare. The oni thought it was hilarious, but he stopped tickling after a few more seconds. After all, Alhaitham did say “stop.” Itto hugged him real tight again before letting go, giggling to himself.

“You good, bro? You alright?” Itto patted Alhaitham on the back while he caught his breath.

“I’m… I’m fine.” He replied, composing himself. He hadn’t been tickled in such a long time that he had completely forgotten he was ticklish. It was quite embarrassing.

“You know, you’ve got a pretty nice laugh! You should laugh more often, to be honest.” Itto said, poking Alhaitham in the side, making him jolt away. Itto giggled at his reaction but received a rather angry looking glare in response.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Alhaitham said angrily.

“W-What do you mean? I thought we were having fun, I was just playing!” Itto got kinda nervous, seeing how serious Alhaitham looked. “I-I didn’t know you’d get so upset..”

“Did you really think I’d to let you get away with disturbing my peace like that? Hm. Looks like I’ll have to teach you a lesson.” Alhaitham cracked his knuckles and stepped closer. Itto took a few steps back in fear.

“W-Wait, wait! Chill! I-I was just playing! Uh-” Itto tried to think of how to calm the situation down, until he made eye contact with the scribe. He wasn’t nearly as angry as he thought.

“I’ll get you for that.” Alhaitham said with a mischievous smirk, rolling his shoulders in preparation.

“Uh, um, y-you’ll have to catch me first!” Itto exclaimed, quickly dashing out of the room. Alhaitham chuckled softly to himself before chasing after him. Perhaps this would be a more entertaining way to spend his time.

The chase just lead them to the living room, with Itto running around the furniture to keep distance between himself and the scribe, but also trying not to knock anything over.

“Haha! You can’t get me!” He taunted, playfully poking his tongue out.

“Tch, how childish. Just you wait, oni.” Alhaitham replied, unaware of his own smile.

The playful chase continued like this until Haitham managed to grab Itto’s arm, quickly pulling him closer. The two then wrestled until the oni had gotten himself pinned to the floor, laughing happily at their game. He never thought Alhaitham could be so playful!

“Predictable. You put up quite the fight, though. It’s a real shame you couldn’t win.” The scribe said, looking smug.. sort of.

“What?! I’m still winning! I just- uh… I-I’m not giving up yet!” Itto replied, stubborn as ever, giggling and struggling to escape.

“Tell you what, I’ll let you go if you surrender and apologize.” Alhaitham said with a stern glare.

“Pfft- What? No way man! Why do I have to apologize? I haven’t do anything wrong!” Itto protested with a cheeky smile, trying to push his opponent away.

“Really? Attitude in your position?” Alhaitham rolled his eyes… “Sounds like you need some convincing.” …before quickly poking Itto’s sides, making him jolt and snicker.

“W-Wait! Pfft-“ Itto covered his mouth in an attempt not to laugh.

“Apologize.” Alhaitham poked his ribs.

“Pff-! N-Never!”

“Suit yourself, oni.” Suddenly, his fingers quickly began spider-tickling Itto’s ribs and sides, immediately sending the oni into a fit of loud, boisterous laughter.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Thahahat’s nohoho fahahahahair!!” Itto whined, laughing and squirming around.

“Oh, you wanna talk about fairness now, huh? The way I see it, this is fair game after you held me in place earlier. I’m just giving you a taste of your own medicine.” Alhaitham replied calmly while trying to prevent Itto from grabbing his wrists.

“C’mohohohon!! Thihihis ihiHISN’T FAHAHAHAIR!! Aha-hahahaha!! Ahahat leheast y-you could s-stahahaHAHAHAND!!” Itto couldn’t do much to defend himself. Every time he managed to push those tickling hands away, they’d break free and come back in mere seconds. The scribe was relentless! He was trying to figure out which areas would grant the biggest reactions. This was a punishment, but it was almost obvious Itto was having lots of fun. Tickling him like this was very effective, but it could be worse, right?

“EEK!! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Itto suddenly started laughing louder as Alhaitham began switching spots, tickling from his ribs to his tummy.

“Tickle tickle.” Alhaitham said with a slight smirk, now tickling all over Itto’s abs and tum to check his reactions. “AhahahahAHAHA!! WAHAHAHAIT!!”

“Oh? What was that?” He noticed how Itto’s laughter would rise in pitch every time a specific area was brushed over.

“N-Nohohothihihing!!” Itto tried to control himself, hoping the scribe wouldn’t notice.

“Hmm…” Based on the gathered information, Haitham made a guess and began tickling right below Itto’s ribcage.

“AAHAHAHAHAHA!! WahahAHAHAIT!! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEhere!!” Vibrating fingers into that area made the oni throw his head back and laugh uncontrollably, so the scribe decided to linger there for a while.

“BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NahahahAHAHA!! IT TICKLES!!” Itto squealed, cackling and kicking uncontrollably, trying to block the sensations with his arms… which didn’t work.

“Hm. Who would’ve thought the almighty crimson oni would be so easily taken down by mere wiggling fingers?” Alhaitham bullied him calmly.

“NAHAHAHA-!! SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!!” Itto could hardly believe it. How dare he say such a thing? To the one and oni nontheless?

“But it’s clearly true, is it not?”

“Shuhuhut ihihit!! AHAHAHA!! Thihihis is nohoHOHOT FAHAHAHAHAIR!!” Itto protested, getting a little frustrated being unable to protect himself properly.

“That’s too bad. Do you want mercy?” Alhaitham asked, quickly tickling up and down Itto’s sides and waist before he could defend.

“EEK! Y-YehehEHEHEHES!! AAHAHAHAHAHA!! Stahahahahap!!” Itto squirmed and wiggled, trying very hard to protect his sides.

Alhaitham stopped tickling for a moment so Itto could breathe.

“Ready to apologize yet, tough guy?” he asked after letting Itto calm down.

“Ehehe..! N-Nuh uh..! Haha..!” He wasn’t going down that easily.

“You really shouldn’t be so stubborn in your position.” Alhaitham said with a glare.

“Haha! Ehehe… is that all you got?” Itto replied, with a smug grin.

Alhaitham rolled his eyes in response. “Seriously?”

“I’m not giving up! I never lose! Because I’m the one and ohOHONIHIHEHEHE!! Wahahahait!! NOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

“Suit yourself, then.” Alhaitham replied, tickling Itto in random areas to keep him on his toes, and to experiment so he’d surrender.

He couldn’t help but notice a specific reaction Itto would have every time his sides got tickled; he would press his arms against them like his life depended on it whenever Alhaitham tickled upwards, which was quite suspicious. So the scribe moved the tickling elsewhere to distract him and make him move his arms, which worked quite well. Itto managed to grab Alhaitham’s wrists and push them away, but he was too tired to retaliate.

“Hahahaha..! W-What now, huh?” Itto said through his giggles.

“You’ve fallen right into my trap.”

“H-Huh..?”

Alhaitham freed his hands and quickly shoved them into Itto’s armpits, earning a loud shriek as his arms instantly shot to his sides, pressing hard to defend.

“Oh? That was surprisingly high pitched.” Alhaitham remarked, keeping his hands still. Maybe he should’ve switched his headphones on first…

“Sh-Shuhuhut it! Quiet! Pfft-” Itto tried to contain himself, which wasn’t easy with two hands right in his death spots. Squirming couldn’t do anything to save him!

“Feeling ready to apologize yet? Or should I tickle it out of you?” Alhaitham couldn’t help but smile, realizing how goofy the whole situation was. It was ridiculous, even.

“P-Plehehehease! A-Anywhere but thehehehehere!!” Itto couldn’t stand the anticipation, but he wasn’t about to admit that.

“Hm. Must be a pretty bad spot if it’s got you laughing and begging this much already.”

“Sh-Shut your m-m-*mpfft-* I-I d-dohon’t behehEHEG- GWAHAHAHA!!”

Alhaitham wiggled his hands to see what would happen, which immediately sent Itto into hysterical cackling, thrashing and wild kicking. His laughter even rose an octave. “Oops.” It certainly seemed as if Itto was incredibly ticklish there.

“AAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! WAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHO!! EEK! STAHAHAHAP!!” He squeezed his eyes shut in hysteria.

“Last chance, Itto. Apologize, or else this’ll get much worse.” Alhaitham threatened.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! OHOKAY OKAHAHAHAY!! EHEHAHAHAHA!! I- EEK! EhehHAHAHA!!”

“Apologize.” Alhaitham slowed down so Itto would have an easier time speaking through his laughter.

“EHEHEHE!! Ahaha!! I’m- pfft I’M SOHORREHEHEHEHE!! I’M SORRY!!” Itto squealed, wiggling and kicking his legs in desperation.

“For?” Alhaitham squeezed with his hands a few times to deal the final blow, making the oni arch his back and scream.

“HYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Quite a rare sight indeed. He was very loud, though…

“For what?” Alhaitham finally stopped the ticklish torment so Itto could calm down and catch his breath. His face was flushed red from laughing so much, gasping for air through his giggles.

“Ahahahah…! Hehehe…! Phew…!”

Alhaitham waited a moment before asking “Well?”

“I-I’m sorry for- hehe.. for ambushing you…! A-And… huff… and tickling you..! Ehehehe…”

“Hmm. You’ve had enough. I suppose I can forgive you this time. Please wait here for a moment.” Alhaitham said, pulling his hands out and getting up to leave the room for a bit. Itto was still giggling and recovering on the floor, slowly sitting up and wiping away his tears of mirth. Alhaitham quickly came back with a glass of water.

“Here. Drink up. You must be exhausted after all that...” He said with a concerned expression, handing the glass to Itto.

“Aha.. thanks bro!” Itto replied with a smile before drinking the water. He finished it rather quickly, accidentally swallowing too hard, but he didn’t say anything about that. Alhaitham reached his hand out to Itto and helped him up, feeling a bit worried.

“Are you alright? Although you kind of deserved that, I… I didn’t go too far, did I?” Alhaitham said, concerned.

“Huh? … Oh! Uh, nah, don’t worry about it. I’m a-ok!” Itto replied, smiling brightly. He recovered surprisingly quickly.

“Really? How-… I-… How? Surely getting tickled like that would’ve caused distress...” Alhaitham couldn’t believe it. How was this man “a-ok” after all that laughter? Where’s the logic in that?

“Hahaha! Not for me, at least! Somehow..? Huh, you have a point actually. Guess I’m just built different!” Itto replied, shrugging. “I am a bit tired, though, haha…”

Alhaitham just looked at him with a puzzled expression.

“Besides, I trust you, y’know. I knew you’d let me live, hahahaha! Plus, we had fun, didn’t we? I saw you smiling! Haha!” Itto said, giving the scribe a nudge.

“Wait, you thought that was fun?!” Alhaitham was shocked.

“Ha! See? I knew you had fun too! Didn’t deny it, did ya? Heheh.”

Alhaitham put his hand in his face and shook his head, chuckling to himself. “You are truly ridiculous.” he said.

Itto laughed at that remark. “Who knew such a stern bookworm like you could be so silly, eh? Hahahaha!” he said, delivering a light punch to his bro’s arm.

Alhaitham rolled his eyes and went back to his office, but was stopped by another “ambush,” except it was expected this time. Itto quickly hugged him tight from behind again, but without tickling. Then he let go when asked to so Alhaitham could read in peace.

They did, in fact, have quite a lot of fun. Alhaitham even felt relaxed, but he’d never admit that. Itto ended up taking a nap to recharge, so in the end peace and quiet was truly achieved. Surely he’ll think twice before trying such mischief again, right? Oni time will tell, hehe…

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[downywrites]

I haven't written in two years

I can't remember how to format, please help me thank you

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Mehak's humming wasn't going to cut it anymore. Kaveh sighed, casting his blueprints aside for what felt like the 6th time already. His manicured nails drummed on the hard, unyielding wood of the table. A hand reached out to grab his mug of coffee, cold and rather unappetizing in its ivory cage. The lights had long gone out. The window leading to the outside of the house no longer showered his papers with warm light. Instead, only the light of the lampposts scattered across the outer lengths of Sumeru City's roads lit up the grey, cobbled pathways that led to the entryway of his shared abode. 

A headache was surely coming on. His eyes struggled to focus on the white pencil in front of him. He watched it roll off of the table with bemusement. Kaveh would have to remind himself to pick that up tomorrow morning. But at that moment, he was entirely too tired to care. As he drained the last bit of his coffee with a grimace, he reminded himself that he had human limits, and, with some struggle, pushed himself away from the desk and got up from his chair. Picking up the mug as well, he prompted himself to grab another cup of coffee, just for extra measure. 

He cursed his body's limits. It felt almost as if his own self was mocking him as he struggled to stand. The muscles in his legs cramped and creaked as he stumbled from chair to the darkened doorway. Kaveh peered into the hallway. Usually colorful and full of odd interior decorations he had come to hate just a little less, it was almost alien to see it silent and devoid of egregious oranges and pinks. His footsteps echoed as he fumbled his way to the kitchen. The cold tiles greeted him. 

His coffee machine whirred to life for a moment, glowing softly with electro energy. The architect slotted his cup under the spout, pressing buttons with fuzzy, glazed over vision. The thrum of energy and the hiss of steam came from it, piercing the silence. The blonde had grown accustomed to the feeling of the machine's energy warming up one side of his face as he looked out into the twinkling streetlights and at the figures outside. He watched them pass by, stopping to look at the moths fluttering about the lamps one by one. He wondered if they were cold out there, or if the humidity of the air around them kept them at a balmy temperature. He wondered if they were architects or scientists, if they just wanted to feel the cool midnight air. He wondered if they had friends who were just too much, so much so that they needed a moment to free themselves from pacing back and forth in their bedroom. As he grabbed his mug, smelling the bitterness and the heat all at once, he wondered if there were other people sitting at the kitchen counter just like him, sipping from a scalding brew at some gods-awful time in the night. 

It was time for him to get to bed. He felt it in his bones. And so he went. Carefully, he tiptoed his way back into the hallway, weaving from floorboard to floorboard to avoid making too much sound. It was far, far too late for him to misstep and set off a groan from the old, wooden floor. As he made his way to the bedroom, he quietly wished for a set of slippers. At least then he would be able to step across the house's flooring without setting off the equivalent of an alarm in the middle of the night. 

Kaveh came to the edge of the doorway, peeking in once again. In the almost pitch-black room, he could see the figure of his boyfriend underneath the large, fluffy sheets. The architect gently placed his mug on his nightstand, nudging aside the random items and skincare. The figure shifted in his sleep as he did so, nuzzling into the soft warmth of the blankets. He almost felt guilty about tugging back the sheets enough to slide inside as well, especially as Haitham shivered slightly from the cold. The warmth was welcoming. If his veins weren't chock-full of caffeine, he would have been ready to pass out right then and there. Instead of closing his eyes and trying to sleep, he wrapped his arms around the sage in front of him, nuzzling into the dip in his back where his spine was. Sighing contentedly, his hands wandered over his abs, tracing slow, easy lines over the soft, squishy muscles and making small geometrical figures. 

From underneath the mounds of blankets that he had snatched from the other side of the bed, Haitham twitched at the soft contact. Groaning softly, gray-green eyes fluttered open ever so slightly. He craned his neck to look behind him. "Mmm…what's goin' on..?" Kaveh replied softly. "Ah, sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up." 

His hands never stopped moving, sending little shocks to the sage's brain. He blocked it out as best as he could, grabbing his wrists with a lax grip. "...what do you think you're doing?" The blonde's hands continued to move impunitively, tracing a small smiley face close to his hip. Haitham shivered, ducking his head downwards. "I'm just enjoying how geometrical you are." 

"You can do your geometry later. I'm trying to sleep h-here." His voice caught on something as Kaveh's hand wandered to his hipbone. He could feel Kaveh's chuckle reverbrate through his chest and into his back. "Uh huh. What was that?" Gritting his teeth, he turned into the pillow again and squeezed his eyes shut. "It was reflex. Stop doing that and get to bed. It's too late for this, and I want to sleep." That was, objectively, correct. However, the two of them both knew how light a sleeper Al Haitham was in the first place. There was no way that he'd get to sleep for a while, not unless Kaveh settled down completely. 

Once again, Haitham observed the little song and dance they always did. Saying one thing, meaning another. And so did Kaveh. Unfortunately, Kaveh was also not one to follow the social guidelines he had set for himself. Haitham was not grateful about that. 

His hands, usually kept to himself among the majority of the academic population, gently wiggled against his sides and hips playfully. The silver-haired man bit his lip, forcing himself to stop squirming. "I said, stop. Are you t-that bad at following orders?" 

"Always have been." Kaveh answered, eyes glimmering with cheeky delight at the scribe's small stutters. It was obvious to him that he was doing his utmost to keep his noises in. From the way his chest heaved as if he was out of breath, to the seemingly random, spastic shivers that wracked his body whenever he traced a spot that they both knew was especially sensitive, the architect knew that he was wearing him down. As he traced a line from his lower sides to his lower ribs, he saw his boyfriend's hand come up to muffle any traitorous noises. Haitham's shoulders hiked up, shaking with restrained mirth. If there was more light coming in through the half-closed blinds, he probably would have been able to see the soft blush painting his cheeks. He was content with feeling the heat of it warming up a little of his chest. 

Haitham made a soft noise of complaint past his hands at the sudden change of spots. He hiccuped out a soft laugh as Kaveh's even nails scraped ever-so-softly against his exposed clavicle. Why did he decide that he should give his gem a breather for today? He hoped that Kaveh wouldn't take advantage of it. 

His hopes were quickly dashed as soft fingers rubbed at the polished surface there. "...! Kaveh, w-wait, not thehere!" Kaveh yelped at the sudden feeling of his hands wrapping around his wrists once more, this time in a much tighter grip. "Hey, let go!" 

The man in front of him shook his head, mussing up his locks and sending more sprawling across the pillowcase. "Don't touch there..you k-know why." After a moment, he let go, gently guiding his hands back downwards to his sides. A soft laugh rang out in the quiet room. "...awh…Haitham, you're adorable." His eyes widened. Sputtering, he craned his neck to look at him. "What do you mean by that?" 

"Do you really think that would stop me? And besides, you make such cute noises when I pet you there!" 

The choice of words was maddening. What was arguably worse for Al Haitham was the sensation of Kaveh's hands on his gem. This time, there was no use trying to pry his hands off. With consistent, careful strokes, the man behind him rubbed at the sensitive object embedded in his chest. Haitham would deny the way that he squealed with all of his heart. "Ka-kaveheh!" Kaveh grinned. "Bingo. See, you make such cute noises! How could I not touch you here? Besides, you're still too sleepy to stop me." 

He wasn't wrong about that. His vision sat on the edge of his nightstand as it usually did, just barely out of reach in case he grew any plants or foreign objects in his sleep. If he wanted to, he could pry him off with his vision's errant energy. He couldn't guarantee his safety, though. And, as sort of awake as he was, there was no doubt that it was simply too early for him to focus well enough to defend himself properly. His shoulders sagged a little, resigning himself to a night at Kaveh's whim. 

Triumphant about his 'win' against him, Kaveh slowed his rubbing down to the speed he was going before. Slowly but deliberately, his finger traced the sharp outlines of its shape. He noted the angle and the length of it subconsciously. Now that Haitham had given in, his hands had tucked themselves underneath the pillow. Unable to hide his mirth any longer, his low-pitched, breathy laughs made Kaveh's heart skip a few beats. "Aw, did you just tuck your hands away so I can play with you? That's so cute of you, Haitham." 

He curled up a little, making the bed creak in complaint. "S-shuhut yohour mohouth." 

"That's no way to treat someone who's being so merciful to you. Do you want me to make this more intense? 'Cause I definitely can." 

Haitham was quick to retort. "Thihiis is such a meheheasly matter to get riled up over. Dohoho you think that will help your cahahase at all?" His words did much less to anger him than it usually did- after all, it's quite hard to take a laughing person's words seriously- but it did its job. Kaveh grumbled, eyes narrowing. "Oh, okay. It's on now, you hypocritical bastard." 

Kaveh darted his hands to his exposed underarms, scribbling much more roughly than he was before. A gasp, then a flurry of surprised laughter. "A-ahaha! Kahahaveh-ehehe!" Within a split second, his hands were pinned under his arms. There wasn't much he could do to stop his fingers from wiggling, though. Soon enough, the usually stoic man was in quiet shambles. Deep, rumbly laughter gave way to smooth, tenor laughs that could make most fine ladies swoon. There was a reason why Kaveh was so worried about his longer outings, if only for the women he surely broke the hearts of daily. His heart leapt in his chest.  He didn't hesitate to comment on it. "Your laugh is so sweet, too. It's so unlike you and your asshole personality. I'd love to listen to it all day." 

From the way he tucked his chin and shivered under his hands, he knew that his compliment-turned insult hit the spot. Kaveh loved watching him fall apart like that. It wasn't easy to get through to Haitham, at least not when it came to flustering him. It took well-timed, well-coordinated attacks to get through to a man whose whole life was a bunch of logical sequences in systematic order. Many years of trying to get under his skin gave him an advantage, but not much. 

He tugged his hands free from his grip, darting down to flutter his fingers teasingly over his side. The silver-haired man gasped through his laughter, twisting violently away from his touch. Hands stretched out to wrap around his wrists again, but as he braced for impact, nothing came. Kaveh watched as his hands slowly rested back onto the soft blankets. Haitham clutched at the sheets, hugging it close to him and snuggling underneath them more. The architect stretched a hand out to check his heart rate. 

"Did you get that riled up from just that?...Haitham, you're just so annoyingly cute." The man in question just huffed, pushing himself into his arms more. A silent message, but an obvious one. "Oh? Do you want more tickles?" He could sense the way his boyfriend flushed deeper at that. He didn't need to see his face to know he was embarrassed by his own behavior. "S-stop teasing. Just do it if you're going to try this. Eventually you'll get tired of it." 

"And why would I get tired of your sweet, sweet laughter? I think someone's trying to make an excuse to get tickled.~" Kaveh answered. His sing-song tone made Haitham's hackles rise. He turned to glare at him again, but, with his expression and interesting angle, all it looked like was a look of desperation. "Stop talking, and do it. And stop using that word and that foolish tone." 

Haitham was doing his best to make himself sound serious. Kaveh knew him too well for that to work. After a second of eye contact, he glanced away, almost shyly. Oh, he knew. "Awh, can someone not handle me saying the dreaded t-word?" 

"Kaveh, don't try this with me-" 

"Tickle, tickle, tickle~!" 

As he spoke, his hands, which had come to rest on his side, squeezed at his muscle and slight chub with firm, quick movements. A rather embarrassing yelp came from Haitham, before a sudden outpour of laughter overcame his next insult. "G-aH! Ka-AhAhveh!" He bucked suddenly, almost making Kaveh let go of him. Unfortunately for him, he had read the sage like a book. "And there it goes. You're not usually this ticklish here, not until I start using the t-word. Am I right, or am I right?" 

He was not incorrect. With every word, more butterflies filled the inside of his stomach. Flustered, Haitham tried to turn his head into the pillow to keep what little dignity he had left. "Oh! Seems like I was right. Are you going to let me hear that laugh, or am I going to have to make you scream so loud I can hear it through your pillow?" Kaveh's ears were blessed with a soft, laughter-filled whine of complaint. "Either you move your head so I can hear me make you fall apart, or I'm going to tease you until I can see you turn a shade of red even Dehya wouldn't be caught dead in. Your choice." 

#lee!alhaitham #ler!kaveh #genshin impact tickling #sfw tickling #my writing #downywrites #ticklish!alhaitham

[xsezzie]

Under Threat

Oopsie... more Kavetham with inspiration from cute anon hehe~

Work is kicking my butt lately so I have had less creativity flowing through me when it comes to proper fics, I apologise!

Warnings: It’s a tickle fic???

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Summertime in Sumeru meant hot and humid temperatures. Most city dwellers would flock to the nearby lakes or Port Ormos to cool off. All except the Scribe, who was a serial napper and ‘I am going to stay indoors’ when it came to this type of weather. Though, his roommate Kaveh was also suffering due to the extreme temperatures, having shed most of his outfit off at this point and spread himself across the couch, his legs and feet invading Alhaitham’s personal space, who in retaliation also laid across from him and placed his own feet in Kaveh’s lap.

It was no secret to a select few in Sumeru that there was something more between them, but they are both too stubborn to admit it.

“This position is making me feel hotter… get your legs off me…” Kaveh whined, nudging at Alhaitham’s feet in his lap.

“I am just returning the favour, seeing as you sprawled yourself out over me first.”

“You are a pain…”

“A pain you continue to be affectionate with?” Alhaitham smirked as Kaveh gave him the middle finger lazily, covering his pink face with his other hand.

The Scribe chuckled to himself and gently squeezed Kaveh’s ankle, meaning for it to be a gentle gesture. That is until the blond shrieked and kicked his leg into Alhaitham’s chest.

“W-What was that for!? I… don’t do that!!” The architect sat up in a huff, his face now red as he pouted.

“Huh…? Is that… not supposed to be affectionate…? I… oh.” Alhaitham, having caught on, began to scribble his fingers slowly over Kaveh’s soft ankles.

“H-Hey! Aaaahhh!!! S-Stahahahahaap!!!” The blond’s reaction was immediate, throwing himself back onto the couch, squealing and giggling, trying to kick Alhaitham. “Y-You know better than t-to tihihickle meehehehehee!!!”

“Ah, but I have never tested this spot before… I know your feet are ticklish though.” Alhaitham teases, he gets a tighter grip on Kaveh’s ankle and traces his nails along the soft soles. The sound Kaveh made could have possibly shattered a window, and it certainly caused Mehrak to jump up from its spot by the door, making a little angry face at Alhaitham.

“Look your weird toolbox is mad, be quiet or the neighbours will hear us~” 

“A-ALHAITHAAAHAHAHAHAM!!!!” Kaveh squirmed and kicked his legs as the assault on his soles and ankles continued, if he wasn’t already feeling the heat from the weather then he was definitely feeling it now. His face red with embarrassment and laughter, and his legs were in a firm trap, Alhaitham having wrapped his own around them to keep him in place.

“Whhhheeheheheeheheyyyyyyyy!!! MEHRAK HEHEHEHEELLLPP!!”

The poor toolbox was confused, looking back and forth between the two, eventually deciding that nothing was needed doing and it reverted back to its sleep-state. “Heh, looks like it doesn’t think you’re under any threat.” Alhaitham continued to spider his fingers along Kaveh’s soles.

“I AM UNDER THREAT! I AM UNDER THREEEAHAHAHAHAHT!!!”

Kaveh began jerking his entire body to try and escape the younger man's grip to no avail, picking up a pillow instead and smacking him with it while the ticklish sensations continued to travel up his legs from his feet. It was becoming too unbearable and he was getting desperate, why did his feet have to be so sensitive? Stupid Alhaitham with his stupid smirk on his face and his stupid strength because he secretly isn’t a feeble scholar…

Kaveh made a squeaking sound as Alhaitham focused on his arches, “NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEERREEE!!! F-Fuck off you ass!!” Through his tears of laughter the older genius finally realised he could start to tickle Alhaitham’s feet in return as they were right there wrapped around him. 

“T-Take this!” Kaveh weakly began to scribble the scribe’s soles in return, earning a soft chuckle from the younger man.

“Quihit that~” Alhaitham’s feet weren’t as ticklish as Kaveh but he could feel his grip loosening on his senior.

“N-No! Stop tickling me and I-I will stop tickling you!” Kaveh huffed, weakly trying to retaliate. He then suddenly had a wonderful idea… “Mehrak! Mehrak I am under threat! Get Alhaitham for me!” Kaveh pleaded with his toolbox companion who was idle on the floor, it perked up upon hearing its name called and made a curious emote on its small screen. “Mehrak grab his hands!”

Alhaitham found himself quickly restrained by Mehrak’s telekinetic abilities, leaving him highly vulnerable, “K-Kaveh… What is this? Don’t… Don’t even think about it….” 

“Don’t even think about what?”

“I am not falling for that… Do. Not. Tickle. Me.” Alhaitham tried to sound serious but his little smile was giving it away. Kaveh knows Alhaitham can be more ticklish when he is unable to stop it, so now was the perfect opportunity.

“Ah sorry my age must be affecting my hearing!” Kaveh teased before gently scritching the underside of Alhaitham’s toes. He immediately lets out a half covered snort and can’t help but kick his legs softly, “K-Kaveh! Pff- hnng- ugh stahap!” A soft squeak comes out as Alhaitham feels himself getting warmer, probably just from the hot summer day- definitely not the tickling. Kaveh’s nails were exploring other areas of his feet now and he couldn't hold it much longer, it also didn’t help that his arms were currently being restrained by his roommate's weird suitcase.

“K-Kaveheheh… s-stop that! Pff- Nohohoho!” The ticklish feeling on his arches now were becoming too much and a few soft squeaks escaped the younger man's mouth, he desperately tries to free his hands from Mehrak to cover his face but the telekinesis is strong.

“Nuh-uh Alhaitham~ No trying to escape now, not until I hear a proper laugh!” The blond softly rakes both of Alhaitham’s feet, the sensations traveling from his feet and through his whole body are too much and he finally gives in. 

“Pfffff- NAHAHAHAAA STAHAHAAAP!! Heheheheheh! Quihihit ihihit K-Kaveehhehehh!!!” The Scribe can only throw his head back and let out a raspy laugh with the occasional squeak, much to his dismay and Kaveh’s delight, “Aw is my junior a bit sensitive? Tickle tickle tickle!” The architect teases as he continues his ticklish attack on Alhaitham’s feet. 

“K-Kaveh I swear hahaha- Ahhh! D-Dohohohon’t!!” Alhaitham feels Kaveh’s fingers make their way up the back of his leg to his knees, “KAVEH Dooooon’t!!!!!”

“He finally gives in! I knew you loved it when I tickle you~”

“AHAHAHA! NOOOHHOHOHOO!”

“Ah-ha-hah- yes don’t you mean?” Kaveh smirks as he gets to see this softer and less restrained side of Alhaitham.

“AAAH!! OKAY OKAY!!! I GIVE I GIHIHIHIHIIIVE!!!” 

Kaveh seems to snap back into the reality that it is a really hot day, not realising how red and sweaty the two of them have become on the couch. He lets the scribe go and commands Mehrak to release his arms, of which Alhaitham immediately brings down to wipe his bangs out of his face. Kaveh can’t help but blush and think how good Alhaitham looks when his hair isn’t covering his eyes…

“Ah… heh sorry, but it was nice to have the upper hand in a tickle fight for once~” 

“You cheated… using your stupid toolbox…”

“Hey! Mehrak is not stupid! Don’t make me get it again so I can tickle you elsewhere!”

Alhaitham tossed one of the cushions at Kaveh’s head, “Not on a day like this… jeez I am sweating so much, I think a cold shower is in order… ugh.”

“Well, this is what you get for tickling me! You should have known better than to start this on a day like today…”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t be so ticklish.”

“Hey!”

#genshin impact tickling #kaveh #alhaitham #tickling #kavetham #haikaveh #genshin impact #tickle fic #lee!kaveh #lee!alhaitham #ler!kaveh #ler!alhaitham #and i guess mehrak counts as a ler in a way #what a sneaky suitcase

[fluffi-dragon]

Kept thinking about lee Al Haitham

And @lovelynim‘s fic caused half of the brain rot/pos

#tickle art #genshin impact tickling #genshin tickle #lee!alhaitham #ler!kaveh

[italeean]

A stick(L)y situation

Kaveh invites Cyno and Tighnari to his place after the delicious lunch at Pardis Dhyai... better yet, he invites them to Alhaitham's place

A/N: Hellooo!! How're you doing? 🥰 Just as I promised, the fic is coming out today and I hope it's as awesome as the characters I got to write for!! This is a request for one of those followers that was here from day 1 and has always supported my writing and has encouraged me during the times in which I lacked inspiration 🌸 Non ci sono parole per dirti quanto apprezzo il tuo sostegno 💚🤍❤️ (there are no words to tell you how much I appreciate your support)

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

"I still don't understand what this is all about..." Alhaitham mumbled as he prepared his Sabz Meat Stew with such a grumpy expression that the bad mood could be felt in the whole kitchen. "I told you already!" Kaveh's voice resonated louder than necessary "Cyno and Tighnari invited us to celebrate Collei's academic progress, it's nice to invite them back."

"Oh so invited them to MY place without telling me about it until two hours before their arrjval?" The Acting Grand Sage said with such a sharp sarcasm that could've cut through titanium. "Well... I knew you'd say no... and I live here too, so it's kinda our place now! Even if no one knows I actually live here... b-but I'm older anyway so you gotta listen to your senior..!"

The younger man let out a dry laugh at Kaveh's nervous tone. If that was meant to be authoritative, he couldn't imagine how he handled nasty clients. "I suppose it's too late to cancel the invitation anyway, so you better finish that Fatteh quickly and set up the table. What are you even doing? It's food, not a model of your buildings."

"Ugh you..! Cooking is a form of art, and the presentation is essential when you serve something to a guest!" The blonde exclaimed with such indignation that one would've thought Alhaitham had just said something blasphemous. "Whatever... food is supposed to be digested and decomposed, I don't see why the effort should be worth it..."

A knock interrupted the philosophical debate about how the food should be served. Kaveh quickly fixed his hair and went to the door. "Welcome guys! Alhaitham was so nice to offer his own place to have this dinner!" He exclaimed with such a rigid tone that Alhaitham internally facepalmed.

A great way to not let them understand that the two of them were roomies...

Fortunately, the Archons were on the architect's side and he managed to quickly change topic. "Oh? Where's Collei?" Tighnari sighed "A friend of her had invited her to Mondstadt to celebrate her progress some time ago and she forgot to tell us... but she made some Pita Pockets for us to make us forgive her." The fennec fox handed a cute package full of Pita Pockets made like only Collei was able to do.

"Oh well... that's a shame, but I'm glad she got the opportunity to travel again and that she made such a nice and caring friend!" Kaveh said cheerfully. "Oh yeah, that Sucrose girl seems really nice, although she's a little shy... actually really shy..." the dark-haired guy added.

"That probably makes her the perfect match for Collei though..." Cyno thought out loud, "although her deck is no match for Collei's one... for example, have you seen how she deploys..." After ten minutes of rambling, Tighnari managed to stop the long haired guy's monolog about the smartest way to play TCG.

"Anyway," Kaveh continued "celebrating Collei's progress without Collei doesn't make much sense... so we should totally make another dinner! I'm sure Alhaitham would be delighted to have us here again to bring life to this place!"

Alhaitham sighed, already annoyed by all that noise and all that chattering. He breathed deeply and tried to put on his usual poker face. It was just a dinner after all... a couple of hours and they'd be gone...

Four hours had passed, it was 11 pm, and a very grumpy Alhaitham was sitting on his couch witnessing the match between Kaveh and Cyno to decide the TCG champion.

Kaveh was destroyed in three quick rounds, which made the Scribe let out the first chuckle of that evening. The older student, on the other hand, pouted at that humiliation. In his defense, Cyno had brought a special liquor from the Desert and he had gone a little overboard with drinking, so he wasn't exactly in top shape when he dueled against the King of Invokations.

"Shut up Alhaitham! This isn't funny..! I just had bad cards and bad luck with the dices..!" The blonde tried to justify himself, although that didn't affect the smug smile that was adorning Cyno's face. "Please, even a Sumpter Beast would've played a better match..." the silver-haired man replied without hesitation. Even Tighnari had to chuckle at that comparison, the idea of a blond and fancy Sumpter Beast sounded hilarious.

Kaveh became red in the face and squinted his eyes at his (secret) roommate. He was just a little tipsy, so he was sober enough to have control over his thoughts, actions and movements. "You wanna laugh, you brat? I'll give you something to laugh about!!" His hands found the Scribe's hips and they squeezed roughly and mercilessly.

Tighnari and Cyno looked at the scene with a dumbfounded expression while Alhaitham kicked the air with his legs, doing his best to hold back his laughter.

"You didn't even smile throughout the whole dinner and the first laugh you have is at your senior?? This will teach you some manners!" The blonde gestured his friends to join him, and surprisingly they looked at each other and actually did.

"Yeah, you absolutely need to laugh more. It's good for your health, you know?" The fennec fox grinned as his hands latched on the Acting Grand Sage's knees and squeezed gently but firmly.

"Well..." Cyno's voice behind him made Alhaitham jump, "it seems like you're in a rather... stickly situation..." Everyone sighed... better yet, Alhaitham would have if he hadn't been busy holding back his laughter. "Do you get it? People usually say 'you're in a sticky situation' so I put the word 'sticky' and 'tickly' together"

After the lack of reaction, Cyno gave up on explaining his joke and let his wiggling fingers descend on his friend's neck. A snort came out of the Acting Grand Sage's mouth, although he didn't really have the composure of an Acting Grand Sage in that moment, and the dam finally broke.

Low pitched giggles came out in a stream as the poor Scribe squirmed and tried in vain to get away from the six evil hands that were gently and playfully tormenting him. "Thihihis ihihis childihihihish!!" He whined between his giggles, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

"That's what you get for laughing at your senior!" Kaveh yelled proudly while he poked all over his poor roommate's torso. Tighnari chuckled "I wonder what happens if I get behind here..." His nimble fingers sneaked behind his knees and scribbled relentlessly, making the silver-haired man go into another fit of cackles.

"Thihihis ihis thehe lahahahast timehe Ihihi invihihite yohohou herehehe!!" Everyone let out a fake gasp "You don't mean it..!" The architect exclaimed, now fully in his drama queen mode, "I didn't wanna do this, but you left me no choice. Behold my final ace up my sleeve guys!!"

After that probably ridiculous battle scream, probably dictated by the liquor, Kaveh sneaked his hands behind his roommate's back, targeting the back of his ribs. The shriek that left Alhaitham's lips didn't even sound like it could come from him, but Tighnari and Cyno quickly recovered from the surprise and followed the blonde's lead.

With six hands all targeting his most sensitive spot, it took less than a minute to make Alhaitham's body go limp. His laughter got completely silent and even a tear formed in the corner of his eye. The three friends took it as their signal to stop, which they did.

After the young Scribe recovered from the merciless tickle attack and the embarrassment, Kaveh looked at him smugly once more and said in a proud tone "Now that you got something better to laugh about than your senior, wanna play another round of TCG?"

Cyno immediately agreed, and he quickly convinced Tighnari with a pair of wide puppy dog eyes, and Alhaitham ended up joining too.

Although he'd never say it out loud, he was sure he'd invite the guys and Collei one more time for a nice dinner and a night of genuine, lighthearted fun.

#genshin impact tickle #lee!alhaitham #ticklish!alhaitham #ler!kaveh #ler!tighnari #ler!cyno #tickle fic #tickle

[skayleay]

could i request lee alhaitham and ler kaveh? something with gentle tickles making alhaitham a giggling mess? i love your art so much you are fr so talented!! <3

Hello! You are so sweet, thank you!

I haven't been here for a while.

There they are! 💚❤️

#genshin tickling #tickle fanart #genshin impact tickle #fanart #ler!Kaveh #lee!alhaitham

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Number 19 with Alhaitham as the lee please! Which ler, I’ll leave it up to you!

Tickletober day #19: Arms up!

Oh you know who the ler is 😏

BECAUSE THE WORLD (I) NEED MORE LER KAVEH MWAHAHAHAHA

Villain laugh aside, hope you enjoy :3

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Alhaitham x Kaveh (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Alhaitham

Ler: Kaveh

Warnings: Tickles!

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No matter how stoic or stuck in the mud someone may be, they will always have some sort of weakness, right? Well currently, Alhaitham was cursing up a storm, at least mentally. Kaveh got the grand idea to play a silly game with Alhaitham. Considering the architect would just annoy him further, the scribe went along with his scheme, but now he was really regretting that decision…

“Can’t you get this over with already?...” Alhaitham grumbled out through gritted teeth, his usual grumpy stare burning a hole trough Kaveh’s skull as the latter straddled his waist, while the scribe had been left with the simple instruction to keep his arms up.

“Hush, dear Alhaitham. You musn’t rush perfection~” the blonde responded with a teasing grin, his wiggling fingers hovering right over his roomate’s exposed armpits.

No matter how calm and cool Alhaitham tried to appear, Kaveh had learned to pick up on these small signs that he was getting under his skin. The way his jaw clenches, the small dropplet of sweat along his brow, those unpassionate eyes not daring to break eye contact, it was quite the image.

Why didn’t Alhaitham just lower his arm? It’s not like something is binding him down, but only Alhaitham himself could answer that question, although Kaveh probably has an idea why.

The scribe was as tense as a rock, not daring to even twitch a muscle. Afraid- no definitely not afraid, of what would Kaveh do. More specifically, when he’ll strike. How much longer can he just sit there taunting him like that with that stupid smile of his?!

Alhaitham’s thoughts were interrupted by a chuckle from the other. “Pfft! Alhaitham, your face is all red! I haven’t even done anything, not yet atleast~” he teased with a wink.

It was true, the younger male could feel the warmth radiating from his face. Curse those damn emotions for being so emotional, but can you blame him? Just the thought of those nails scribbling over his vulnerable spots… Gah! Stop it, Alhaitham! This inner monologue of yours is just making this situation even worse.

“Okay, I’m done waiting. I wanna hear you laugh now~” the blonde’s grin switched to a more evil one as his fingers finally dug into the sensitive skin under Alhaitham’s arms.

“AH!—“ the scribe let out a sharp gasp, his arms instantly shooting down as he did everything in his power to hold back the urge to laugh, but tensing so much only made his face redder. The poor guy even squeezed his eyes shut, as if that would somehow make the ticklish feeling magically disappear.

“Oh no! Looks like you dropped your arms” the architect spoke in mock disappointment. “I guess you leave me no choice…~” with that, he pinned Alhaitham’s arms above his head with one hand, while the other dug back into the exposed spot once more.

That’s when all hell went loose and the first cackle was heard. “HNGH! AHAHAHAHA! KAVEH Y-YOU‐ PFFTAHAHAHAHA!” he couldn’t curse at his roomate even if he wanted to, all Alhaitham could do was accept his ticklish fate. Not that it was a bad one, mind you…~

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#augtickletober2023 #tickletober2023 #genshin impact #genshin tickle #genshin tickle fic #tickle fic #alhaitham #kaveh #lee!alhaitham #ler!kaveh

[lovelynim]

Kaveh’s key

Genshin Impact - Alhaitham x Kaveh (feat. Mehrak)

A/N: I got a little too obsessed with Kaveh being able to use telekinesis. That’s the plot behind this one.

Summary: Kaveh decides to use Mehrak’s help to teach Alhaitham a lesson for stealing his keys.

Word count: 1305 words.

Alhaitham and Kaveh walked inside the house, but in two completely different moods. While the scribe had a rather calm expression, and even a little drained from his work day, his roommate was clearly upset, making the sound of his heavy footsteps echo through the house as he went to the kitchen to search for something to drink.

Because Alhaitham ended up taking both keys (for the third time that week), Kaveh had to wait outside their house for at least an hour, waiting for the other man to get back from work and allow them both to go in.

Kaveh wasn’t sure what was making him more angry: the wait, the fact that it was becoming a common occurrence or how unbothered Alhaitham looked, not showing the slight concern for his roommate.

“Could you at least pretend you care?” Kaveh whined out loud, staring at Alhaitham’s direction. The scribe was comfortably sitting on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, and with a book on his hands. Kaveh clenched his teeth. “I’m talking to you, you idiot.”

But there was no response. Alhaitham simply turned the page, barely taking his eyes out of the book as Kaveh only got even more upset. 

“Alhaitham!”

“Yes, Kaveh? I’m listening,” the scribe snapped back, clearly uninterested. Kaveh placed his cup down and he crossed his arms, pouting. 

“You can be such a pain to deal with sometimes. Don’t you have something to say to me?”

“Hm…” Alhaitham muttered, placing the book down on his lap and slightly lifting his chin, as if thinking about his next words. “Yes. Be more careful and don’t forget your keys next time,” he said, tilting his head to the side to look at Kaveh with a sly smirk.

“I didn’t forget them!” Kaveh roared, slamming his hands over the kitchen’s table. “You took both keys with you! Again!”

“Then be more careful and place them somewhere else, it’s not my fault they got entangled,” Alhaitham muttered, turning another page and continuing to read. 

He was really getting on Kaveh’s nerves.

“Why can’t you pay more attention when you leave the house?! And it took you an eternity to get back home! Do you know how much time I spent outside for you?!”

Alhaitham sighed. Kaveh was being loud enough to disturb his reading and, now, he was getting annoyed as well. He had no energy to argue with his roommate and just wanted to finish his reading… Maybe it would be better to just agree with Kaveh, he thought. 

“Alright, Kaveh, I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful tomorrow,” the scribe sighed, noticing how his words made his roommate go silent. 

Taking it as a good sign, Alhaitham picked up his book again and resumed reading. However, in Kaveh’s end, those words didn’t land so well. The blonde clenched his hands, thinking about throwing the cup in front of him right at Alhaitham’s head. But once he looked at his own hands, he was struck by a different idea.

Giving Mehrak a subtle look, Kaveh nodded at his suitcase and it already knew that the architect had something in mind.

He walked around the living room, as if going to his bedroom, but stopped behind the couch. “You asked for this,” he warned Alhaitham, who simply lifted his eyes from the book and raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“What do you me-” before he could finish, he felt something around his wrists. Two yellow rings made out of energy. Mehrak’s energy. The scribe got even more confused and was about to turn back to look at Kaveh when his roommate spoke again.

“Up,” the blonde spoke, placing one hand over his waist while he swiped his finger up, waiting for Mehrak to follow his command. With that simple move, the rings went up, holding Alhaitham’s hand above his head.

The scribe felt blood rush to his cheeks, tainting them with a faint shade of pink. He tried to pull his arms down, but Mehrak’s energy kept holding them firmly. No matter how much he twisted his hands, it wouldn’t move a single inch.

“It’s not going to work like that, you know, especially since keeping you in place doesn’t demand a lot of energy from Mehrak.”

“What?” Alhaitham gasped, sitting back on the couch as he had no option but to accept that his arms were restrained. “Then tell it to let me go,” he hissed, managing to look over his shoulder and glare at Kaveh with the corner of his eyes.

“Not until you apologize.”

“I already did it.”

“Sure,” Kaveh chuckled, walking towards the scribe and making him shiver in anticipation, “do as you please.” He muttered and Alhaitham could hear the grin in his voice.

Kaveh placed his hands over each of his roommate’s bare triceps, lazily tracing up and down over them. Just from that simple touch, Alhaitham could already feel his heartbeat increase. He greeted his teeth, stiffening his body as he tried to hold back his laugh while an awkward smile took place in his lips. “K-Kaveheh- St-hng… s-stohop it.”

The change in his voice tone didn’t go unnoticed. The blonde grinned, lightly moving the tip of his fingers in circles right above the middle of Alhaitham’s underarms. “Not so tough now, eh? You almost sound like a nice guy speaking like this,” he teased, amusing himself with his friend’s squirming.

“T-Thihihs childihish! S-stop it, Kahahaveh!” Alhaitham protested, twisting his torso side to side as much as the energy rings allowed him to. 

“And so is your stubbornness.” The architect snapped back, lowering his hands a little just to drag the tip of his nails up the scribe’s outstretched armpits. 

Alhaitham choked with his laughter, banging his heels against the floor beneath him, finally giving in to ticklish sensations. “AHAhaha, K-KavehehEHeh!! QuihiHIHihit it, pleheHEhease!” He cackled, trying to bury his blushing face into his arms with no avail. The scribe pressed his hands into fists as Kaveh’s nails moved freely over his skin, tickling each muscle with a precision that was sending Alhaitham up the walls.

“Begging won’t take you anywhere, you insufferable idiot,” Kaveh taunted, adding just enough pressure to his touch to send Alhaitham into another wave of hysterical laughter. “Are you sorry?!” He yelled, trying to make his roommate hear his words over the loud pleads and chortles.

“YEHEHES- AhahAHaha, j-juhuhust stahAHA- W-wahahait!!” Alhaitham giggled, letting out an embarrassing squeal when Kaveh decided to pinch the skin right above his underarm. His other hand, however, explored each inch of sensitive skin on the other side, wiggling his fingers mercilessly into the middle of his hollow.

“Nuh-uh, not so fast. What are you sorry for?” Kaveh knew he was being petty, but he also believed Alhaitham deserved that. Regardless, he wasn’t stopping the tickling.

“F-for tahAHAhaking yo- ahAHAHAhah,” he pressed his eyes close as hard as he could, feeling like he was melting into a puddle of laughter over the couch when Kaveh’s hands went a little lower, tickling all the way up from his ribs to his arms. “For tahAHahaking y-yohou kehEHEHeys!!”

“See? It wasn’t this hard to put some sincerity into your words, was it?” Kaveh grinned, pleased with what he just heard. Taking his hands away, he snapped his fingers, releasing the scribe from Mehrak’s hold. “I’ll take a shower and go to bed, I had a really rough day, you know?”

“Ah-ahah.. f-fuck you, Kaveh,” Alhaitham muttered, laying his head back into the cushions as he tried to catch his breath, feeling the electric aftershocks running all the way across his torso. 

“Good night for you too, Haitham,” he giggled, deciding to spare the scribe from another tease. He probably learnt his lesson and, if he didn’t, Kaveh could always count with Mehrak to give him a little reminder.

#genshin impact #genshin impact tickling #kaveh #alhaitham #kavetham #lee!alhaitham #ticklish!alhaitham #ler!kaveh #tickle fic

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Bar For Bar {KaveTham}

A/N [WARNING THIS IS A TICKLE FIC] if you don’t like it, don’t read it. Sorry for any mistakes that i’ve made but i hope if you read this I hope you enjoy it. my first kavetham fic i hope you guys like it :D -bunny 🔮

"Twenty five."

He looked too good.

"Twenty six."

It honestly infuriated Kaveh how good he actually looked.

"Twenty seven."

The way the waistband of his boxers curved perfectly around that God-constructed waist, the sweat glistening off his deep, toned abs and- Ah, he can't take it anymore!

"Alhaitham will you stop pestering me with your inseccasnt counting, it's driving me crazy!" Kaveh roared, watching his roomate finish another pull up in the doorway of their home. Ever since some of the Akedamiya students had gifted him this new pull up bar for training, the scribe took it upon himself to use it every day. In front of Kaveh. Shirtless. Kaveh had tried to conceal the sneaky glances and wandering eyes, but there is only so much he could take before his face starts to burn at a concerning temperature.

Alhaitham looked over at Kaveh with a slight smirk gracing his lips. "What's the matter? Jealous that I don't pull a hip every time I walk? Maybe if you spent less time cooped up in your office being a sad architect, you would be able to do this too, Kaveh."

Inhale. Exhale.

Kaveh scoffed in response. "Ugh, you are so full of yourself it's actually repulsive. You think you're too good for this world, don't you?"

"No, I know I'm too good for this world. Fortunately for you, I have the presence to keep reminding you that I am. Now, if you'll excuse me- Thirty."

Alhaitham let out a slight groan as he resumed his postion on the bar and pulled his own body weight up, effortlessly. Kaveh watched astounded; both by the absolute audacity his roomate had, and by the absolute strength he had. God, the way he bit his lip slightly with every movement and- stop it, Kaveh, think!

Kaveh stood up in an excentric display of anger and marched over to where his not-so-hansdome roomate was working out. "Alhaitham, I am warning you, if you don't get out of that doorway and shut up I'll-"

"You'll what? You gonna take me on in a fight, little Kaveh?" Alhaitham practically laughed out, watching as Kaveh's face shifted through his embarassment. "Trust me, Kaveh, there is nothing you could do or say that will drag me away from this bar. Especially when I know it just pisses you off, oh, so much." He gloated, a smug smirk resting on his face a pride laced his words. The air was silent, and it was tense as Kaveh thought.

"Alhaitham, get down from the fucking bar."

"Make me, short ass."

That's it!

Kaveh sauntered behind the gray haired man, muttreing curses under his breath. "Fine, you don't want to come down from the fucking bar, oh, I'll make you come down from the fucking bar." he growled lowly. Alhaitham couldn't see his movements, but he heard the way Kaveh cursed, and it boosted his ego tenfold.

"Yeah, good luck with that, architect. We both know you are no where near as strong as m-EHE!" Alhaitham would fight tooth and nail to claim that he didn’t squeak, but Kaveh knows better. The gray haired man twitched, immediately pausing mia pull up to try and turn his head to the architect.

“Kaveh, w-what was that?” He asked, trying to process the small jerk that his body took at the tweak to his sides. Unbeknownst to Alhaitham, Kaveh had began to grin like the cheshire cat.

“Oh, that? That was just me putting some valuable information to good use.” He replied, pinching the younger’s other side to enunciate his point. Alhaitham let out a small, strangled sounds, something akin to a squawk and he grunted to try and cover up the noise. The blond knew better, however, moving closer to his roommate in a way that made the scribe sweat bullets. “You may think that you’re the smartest person in the world, but let me remind you, Haitham, that I’m not dense.” Kaveh purred. He rested both hands on Alhaitham’s sides, remaining stationary, and it made the other fidget.

“What are you talking about, Kaveh? God, will you move your hands already.” The taller said, the latter part of his sentence sounding slightly more desperate than he intended.

“No can do, Haitham, I have a theory I would love to test out.“ While Kaveh spoke, he used one index finger to tantalisingly trace one of Alhaitham’s sides, ever so slowly. While it wasn’t enough to drag out any laughter, it put Alhaitham on edge, as he began shuffling along the bars, feeling his muscles tense. “You don’t think I would notice the times you’d flinched if I jabbed your sides? Or when I accidentally brushed the feather duster past your ears the other day and you practically jumped? God, you must think I’m so stupid.” Kaveh continued.

In all honesty, Alhaitham was barely able to focus on what the blond was saying, his eyes never breaking away from Kaveh’s hand that was tracing circles on his side. He began to grit his teeth, hoping that he would stop what he was planning before it was too late. But luck really wasn’t with Alhaitham today.

“L-Listen Kaveh, I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but cut it out right now. You think this is funny?” Alhaitham retorted, ripping his eyes away from Kaveh’s hands to glare at the architect. Green eyes met red, and it was electric.

“You gonna stop annoying me and let go of that god forsaken bar?”

He received a scoff in response and Alhaitham prepared to do another pull up.

“Thirty one.”

Oh, he made his choice.

Kaveh wasted no time in skittering his fingers up the scribe’s waist. He used his perfectly manicured nails to lightly scratch around the sensitive skin and Alhaitham tried so hard not to laugh. He held on to the bar with all his might, however, he was no longer able to do any pull ups, instead opting to hang his head low and grit his teeth to keep his laughter at bay.

“SNRK- K-Kaveheh don’t.. g-gehet off o-of me you bastard.” He strained out, giggles bubbling up in his chest. The light tickles were sending electricity through his veins and it was painstakingly awful trying to keep himself composed.

“What’s the matter, Haitham? I thought you were stronger than me.” Kaveh teased, wiggling his fingers at the other’s lower ribs. “If that’s the case, why have you stopped doing pull ups? Are you finally ready to give this stupid bar a rest?” The mocking tone in his voice was no different from the way the two usually speak to each other, but under these circumstances, the slight teasing happened to fluster the taller of the two immensely.

“Y-You ahare such a- fuck! d-don’t Kaveh Ihihi swehear!” Damn it, he was breaking fast, much to Kaveh’s amusement.

“Was that a giggle? Did the grand scribe of the Akademiya just giggle? Oh, archons, this is priceless.” Kaveh jeered, and oh, how Alhaitham hates him. The gray haired man tried and tried to somehow shake off the feeling, tried to pretend that it wasn’t affecting him the way that it was. But that, of course, would be a lie. Testing the waters with his different tickle spots, Kaveh decided on the spot he wanted to try the most. He moved his hand to rest on Alhaitham’s elbows, moving all five of his fingers lightly downwards. Haitham knew where he was going, and he inwardly panicked.

“Last chance, Haitham, just let go.” Kaveh said, seductively. The taller shivered.

“G-Goho to hehell.”

Kaveh dove his fingers into the hollows of the others underarms and Alhaitham screeched. No longer being able to hold back anymore, unstoppable bouts of laughter poured out of his mouth at alarming rates. He tried to quiet himself, but he would trip up his words on his own hysterical giggles and Kaveh had never been so proud of himself.

“There it is, the great laughter of the great feeble scholar!” He taunted, enjoying the way Haitham’s body shook with vigour. Kaveh moved his fingers to the very center of his hollows and the howls of laughter increased tenfold. Until he couldn’t take it anymore.

Without another second of thought, Alhaitham’s arms had given up and him and his body was sent to the floor with an ungraceful thud, causing him to land on his tummy.

“Kaveh y-you’re such a fucking dick what was that- FOHOHOR! wHahahahAT AHARE yOHOohou doing?!” He cried. Without his knowledge, the elder had straddled the back of his thighs and continued going to town on his armpits and upper ribs. Alhaitham kicked his legs out from behind and pounded the ground in an attempt to get away.

“Isn’t it obvious, I’m tickling you. Gods, you really aren’t showing off your brains today, are you?” He knows it was mean, but Alhaitham deserved it after the cheek he gave Kaveh.

“BUHUHUT ihihihi l-lehehEHEHET GO! FUHUHUCK!” Alhaitham cried out, his desperation obvious.

“Yes and you were being a complete prick earlier, this is just punishment.” Kaveh lifted his hands up, scouting for a new place to venture. “Hmm, let’s see, I wonder what would happen if I just-“ He drilled his hands into Alhaitham’s lower back. The reaction was instant.

“NOHOHO NONONO DOHOHO- NAHAHAT THERE STAHAHA- K-KAVEH PLEHEHEASE!” Alhaitham reached his hands behind his back to try and grasp at Kaveh’s wrists, but it wasn’t enough. The feeling escalated when the architect pushed up his shirt, letting hands touch bare skin. He heard Kaveh let out a little gasp.

“Haitham, I never realised that you had back dimples, archons, that’s quite endearing.” He didn’t mean to let it slip, but he was hoping Haitham hadn’t been paying attention while he laughed his head off. Kaveh used his thumbs to vibrate into the dimples and Alhaitham arched his back, crying.

“K-KAVEH PLEHEHEHEASE NO MOHORE! I CAHAHAN’T IHIHIHIHI’M SOHORRY-” In all honesty, Kaveh was in awe. Between Alhaitham’s laugh, his flushed cheeks pressed against the ground and the begging, he honestly froze. Those few seconds of hesitation were enough for Alhaitham to gain his strength back and flip over on his back, grabbing Kaveh’s wrists and stopping the tickling himself. He lay there, panting, face crimson red, staring up at Kaveh. The blond looked back, wide eyed and lips parted. Alhaitham merely mustered up a weak scoff.

“What are you looking at, idiot?” And the best of silence that followed was deafening. Green eyes met red and Kaveh tried to quell the way his heart beat faster.

“Nothing, just glad you’re off the bar.”

#tickle fic #tickling #genshin tickle #lee!alhaitham #ler!kaveh

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Althaitham’s Weakness || Genshin Impact Fic || (Lee!Alhaitham)

Warning: Slight bondage

Lee!Haitham

Ler!Kaveh

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Kaveh and Alhaitham are tired of each other, they are constantly nagging at one another and throwing passive insults. Kaveh is not one to lose an argument. And after he finds an interesting new fact about Alhaitham, he uses it to his advantage.

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“Ugh!!”

“Whoops.”

Kaveh throws the dirty rag onto the floor and puts his hands on his hips.

“I told you to be careful! You need glasses because you never watch where you’re going!” Kaveh scolds Alhaitham who had tripped over the bucket of soapy water that Kaveh was using to clean surfaces in the Akademiya.

“Maybe don’t put it where I cannot see,” Alhaitham argues in a monotone voice.

“Whatever,” Kaveh rubs his temple with his fingers, “go clean the hallway, at least you’ll be far away from me.”

“I will do so gladly.”

Kaveh gasps and puts a dramatic hand to his heart.

“Hmph!” He crosses his arms and heads back to dust some bookshelves, “Don’t forget to sweep under all the cabinets.”

No answer.

“Just letting you know…” Kaveh mumbles, “Cause I know how lazy you get when it comes to cleaning…”

“What was that?” Alhaitham reappears behind Kaveh.

“Nothing~” He sings. Alhaitham groans and heads back to sweep the floors.

“Neat freak…” Haitham whispers.

“Excuse me?!!”

“How do you hear me from over there?!”

“I’m not a neat freak! You’re just unorganized and unsanitary.”

“Unsanitary??”

“Yes, now come here and help me dust off the bookshelves, I can’t reach the top.”

Alhaitham sighs in annoyance. He picks up a feather duster and helps Kaveh dusting off the top of the shelves.

“Why clean the top? Nobody’s gonna see it.”

“Well unless you wanna dust every book one by one, I suggest you stop complaining,” Kaveh smirks. Alhaitham uses every strength in him to not punch that cocky smile off of his face. He rolls his eyes and continues.

“Ah, come on now, Haitham. Don’t be such a grouch,” Kaveh flutters the feather duster gently against Alhaitham’s side. Alhaitham felt as though he had jumped out of his skin. He smacks the feather duster away from him and scowls at his peer. A faint blush forming on the bridge of his nose.

“Alhaitham?” At first Kaveh looks taken aback by the reaction, but his shock quickly turns into mischief.

“Kaveh…”

“Alhaitham, is there something you want to tell me?” He flutters the duster in Haitham’s direction, causing the muscular man to flinch and back up. Kaveh follows him slowly, like a fox approaching its prey.

“What are you talking about, Kaveh?”

“I think you and I both know.”

“Touch me and I’ll- I’ll-“

“You’ll what?”

Alhaitham uses his dendro powers to attempt to create a baracade which would’ve enclosed him in a bloom until Kaveh eventually left, but Kaveh was always a step ahead. Before he knew it, Alhaitham’s wrists were tied together by strong vines and were forced above his head. He leans against the wall, completely helpless. The blush on his face grows, and he can’t help but feel a tinge of nervousness (more than a tinge really, but he’d never let it show).

“K-Kaveh! Let me go this instant!”

“Uhmmmm… No!” Kaveh laughs at his adversary’s predicament, “I just can’t pass up this opportunity! Especially after you’ve been insulting me all afternoon.”

“They weren’t insults they were facts!”

Kaveh twirls the duster around Alhaitham’s defined abs. Alhaitham immediately shuts up, sucking in his stomach and gritting his teeth. He’s lucky enough that his shirt prevents the duster from causing any more of a reaction.

“I can’t believe the great alhaitham has a weakness as childish as being ticklish! That’s absolutely adorable!”

Alhaitham wished in this very moment that he could curl up into a hole and stay there. Kaveh knew all the right ways to tease him and he found it totally unfair.

“These abs of yours sure are nicely toned~” Kaveh uses his slim fingers to stroke each ab and hollow. Alhaitham holds his breath, trying to turn his red face away from Kaveh. The more he tries to break free from the vines around his wrists, the harder it became to stop the giggles from rising.

“Ooh, this must tickle a lot huh? Yeah, I can tell~”

“K-Kahaveh…”

“Oh! Was that a giggle? Cute, let me hear it again!”

“Noho..!”

“No? Oh alright then.”

Kaveh digs his fingers into Haitham’s sides. Haitham begins to giggle instantly, and somehow the silkiness of his shirt seemed to make the tickles worse.

“AHhahahhaha!! K-Kahahaveh! You stohop that!”

“Begging already? I thought you were tough~”

“Nghhkkk…” Kaveh’s comment caused Alhaitham to try and contain his laughter again. Kaveh was unsatisfied with this.

“Now we can’t have that can we?”

He scurries his fingers up and down the sides of Alhaitham’s torso, getting a loud reaction every time he gets too close to his armpits.

“AHHhahahaha!!! KAHVEH!! Stahahahap! Cuhut that out nohow!!”

“But you just havent learned your lesson yet.”

“Whahahahat??? AHAHAHAHA!! KAHAHAVEH!!”

Kaveh scratches at Haitham’s armpits, and Haitham twists from side to side trying to avoid the fingers. As much as he tries to pull his arms down, the vines won’t let him.

“KAHAHAHAVEHEHEH!!”

“Oh a bad spot huh?”

“NAHAhahahahohoho!!”

“Seems like it to me.”

“KAhahaveh you asshohole!!”

Kaveh lets out a dramatic gasp, “What did you call me?!”

“I called you an asshole!”

“That’s it! You’ve just extended your sentence.”

“Wait wait wait! Kaveh no! Kaveh-! KAHAHAHAAVEH!!”

Kaveh wiggles his hands over Alhaitham’s ribs, plucking each bone like a harp.

“WAHAHAHAHA!!! Nooohohohoho plehehease!! Nohohot thehere!!”

Alhaitham slides to the floor, arms remaining above him, and Kaveh follows.

“Alhaitham! You are really begging me to stop now, it feels great to have power.”

Alhaitham groans through his laughter.

“Now I wonder…”

“Kahahveh..”

“If you’re even more ticklish…”

“K-Kaveh don’t you dare!”

“…riiiight…”

“KAVEH-!”

“HERE!”

“NOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOO!”

Kaveh tickles his stomach, occasionally wriggling his finger into his navel, unable to control his own laughter at the man’s hysterics.

“NAAAHAHAHAHAHAA!! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!! PLEHEHEASE NOT THERE!”

“Ah! I found it! Alhaitham has a ticklish tummy, that’s soo cute!”

“WHAHAHAHA?!!” Alhaitham half questions.

Kaveh blushes slightly. He just called him cute? Out of pettiness and to hide his embarrassment, he lifts the poor guy’s shirt, takes a big breath and blows a big raspberry into the sensitive skin.

“AAAAHAHAHHAAHHAHA!! KAHAHA!! NOOHOHOHO!! STAHAHAH!! ENOHOHOUGH!! I CAHANT TAKE THIS! PLEHEEASE IM SOHOHORRY!!”

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it now!”

“AHHAHAHA!! PLEHEEASE! I WIHILL DIHIE! STOHOHOP!”

“What is going on here?!”

Suddenly it all stops. Kaveh’s head snaps up, Alhaitham falls into himself, gasping for air and letting out the last little airy giggles.

In front of the two older men are a slightly flustered and surprised Cyno and an a confused Tighnari.

Kaveh’s face turns pink, along with Alhaitham who realizes that the two kids are seeing him in such an awkward state. Kaveh releases the vines and Alhaitham is quick to fix himself and return to his normal composure.

“Well… *ahem*…” Tighnari starts, “it seems like you two are haviny fun sooo we will just grab what we’re here for and be on our way.” He grabs a book from a shelf and rushes out of the room with Cyno, who just smirks at the two and follows his friend.

Alhaitham and Kaveh sit there red-faced. Unable to comprehend what had just happened. Until Kaveh felt a pair of glaring eyes at him. He flinches when he sees Alhaitham inching closer to him with fury on his face. That was Kaveh’s signal to run.

“DON’T TRY TO RUN AWAY KAVEH!”

“LEAVE ME ALOONEE!!”

Oh poor Kaveh. TvT

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