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Honkai: Star Rail - Phainon x Mydei

A/N: Happy bday @otomiyaa!! Congratulations for another year! Hope you keep being amazing and feeding us with amazing stories like yours, hehe

I wasn't really sure of what I should write, so as I'm writing this A/N the day before you bday, I'll pray PhaiDei was the right choice so I wouldn't end up "matching" my gift with someone else's. again, lol

Hope you enjoy this crooked bit of text and that you have an amazing bday, MWAH!!

Summary: Phainon tries to show Mydei why showing so much skin can be dangerous.

Word count: 1781 words

[Also on Ao3]

Phainon surely wasn't the only one bothered by it, he thought.

Ever since the kremnoans arrived in Okhema, cultural shocks were bound to become a thing in the city for, at least, a couple years or until the Era Nova arrived. Still, this was way too much for him to deal with.

For a city with public baths and open training grounds for warriors, people displaying skin wasn't really a big deal. Regardless of one's gender, there were moments you were just expected to show off. And moments where doing so was terribly, extremely inappropriate.

To Phainon, who came from the distant lands of Aedes Elysiae, seeing the kremoan crown prince behave like brute was already a bit shocking. Mydeimos sure lived up to the image Phainon had of his people inside, but that obscene display of skin was just too much. Wasn't the nobles supposed to preserve themselves or something?!

As if his difficult attitude, the savagery in battle and etiquette at the table weren't enough, doing anything with Mydei made Phainon feel like he was suffocating with embarrassment and shame. He could simply not help but to feel shy around him.

Sitting with his legs spread out and hips pushed forward, drooling pomegranate juice over his chest and stomach, flexing his muscles and wearing jewelry around them to draw looks on purpose. There was no way to excuse those profanities! And Phainon simply couldn't stand it anymore!!

"Aren't you paying… a little too much attention to De, Snowy?" Trinnon suggested, tapping the tip of her chin with her finger. "Maybe you're just impressed and it will stop bothering you if you do something else."

"I-I'm trying! But he is everywhere I go, lady Trinnon!" Phainon whined, hiding his face into his palms.

Trinnon cocked her head to the side, confused. "But aren't you always challenging him? Of course you'll see him more," she continued, trying to sound at least a bit comforting as she rubbed the back of his shoulder.

"That's different," Phainon sighed, scratching the back of his head. "I guess since we never got to the end of that battle, we are still trying to settle a score."

Trinnon sighed, is that what they would call it these days? She and Aglaea agreed that having someone to get along with the kremnoan prince would be good for the Flame-Chase Journey — he was an ally, after all — but none of them predicted Phainon would be this troubled with the new heir's presence.

"We still think you're just unused, Snowy. Try to relax and distract yourself," she nodded, pulling her hand back. "We need to go meet Agy now, but we hope for the best when we say you should just forget it."

"I know," Phainon whined quietly, getting back up on his feet and stretching out a bit, "I will try to do as you say, lady Trinnon, thanks for listening to me," he added before biding his teacher farewell.

Despite just having agreed with Trinnon, something inside Phainon's heart refused to take her answer as the explanation for his feelings. Part of him worried if this wasn't some sort of prejudiced view of the kremnoan and their ruler, but this had to be more than a mere cultural shock and Phainon was sure of it.

With these and many other thoughts regarding the crown prince stirring in his mind, Phainon made his way to the bath's dressing room — there was still the chance he was just "impressed", after all, so maybe relaxing a bit would do him some good.

After leaving his clothes behind and changing into some lighter white robes, Phainon made his way to the Hero's Bath. At this hour, it was unlikely he would run into someone, giving him the perfect and much needed secluded, calm space to settle his agitated, "unused" mind. Or so he thought.

Phainon stopped, merely a couple steps away, and felt his body freezing on spot, unable to move a single inch closer to the tub. He tugged at his robes and inhaled sharply. "M-Mydei..?"

"Deliverer," Mydei greeted back, tilting his chin up in a slow, almost lazy move. The rippling water didn't allow Phainon to have a clearer view, but he was certain that there was no robe covering the prince's body under the water. How could someone be this shameless?!

"What are you doing here?" Phainon muttered, shaking his head and repeating Trinnon's words inside his head. 'Ignore it,' he repeated to himself, 'he is a show off, attention is what he wants'. "It's… so early, hahah."

Mydei arched an eyebrow, but closed his eyes before letting his body sink deeper into the bath. "Bathing, obviously. What else does it looks like?"

'An act of indecent exposure', Phainon thought. "I see", he said. "Mind if I join you, then?"

"Aren't you already doing it anyway?"

Sigh.

The faint chatter coming from the people at the lowest floor and the sound of water cascading across the baths quickly became the only sound around the two men. Phainon rested his hands clenched on top of his thighs, tensed from the tips of his hair down to the bottoms of his soles. He was afraid to even look around — what if he saw it by accident?! Wouldn't it violate some sort of kremnoan la—

"If you have something on mind, speak up at once," Mydei growled, seemingly annoyed, "you look like you're about to burst."

Phainon jolted slightly, forced to snap out of his thoughts. Was he too obvious? No, it couldn't be, right? He probably just looked… uncomfortable? He shook his head, trying to find some sort of bright side in this whole hell of a situation. Maybe this was the change he was hoping for, after all.

"There is… something I've been meaning to tal— no, ask you, if you don't mind, of course," Phainon fiddled with his fingers just below the water's surface. Despite the silent, he could see Mydei nodding and assumed this was a sign for him to continue. "Don't you— hm, how do I put it? Don't you feel… exposed?"

Mydei opened his eyes again, throwing Phainon a weirded out look. "Elaborate, deliverer."

"W-well, I don't know about how it was before, but… you're always wearing so little clothing, it's a bit… startling, sometimes."

"Is that so? I don't see a problem," Mydei scoffed with a slight smirk, resting his elbows on the tub's edge, pushing his chest even more forward. Ugh, 'show off', Phainon thought.

Taking a small breath, Phainon quickly sorted out a different approach within his mind. Right, one way or the other, he was going to make his point clear. "It's not really about you sometimes. I mean, even now, aren't you uncomfortable when… ahem, you're the only one without a robe? You know, you're naked in a… public bath."

"Bathing with clothes on is the actual odd thing to do," Mydei retorted, now seemingly more amused by Phainon's struggle. "I didn't walk around the bath house bare, if that's what you're implying, deliverer. My belongings are right over there," he gestured with a tilt of his head, "and until you arrived, I was by myself in here."

"Y-yes, but— well, you're always exposing yourself," Phainon frowned, "even when we fought, you were practically undressed!"

"Hah," Mydei shook his head, "so you are worrying about my safety in battle? Rest assured, deliverer, no mortal weapon can kill me. Heavy armory does nothing but slow me down."

Phainon greeted his teeth at that answer, stopping himself from whine in frustration. How could someone be so full of himself?

With one thought leading to another, Phainon widened his eyes when he arrived at the conclusion he was looking for, the answer Mydei probably wouldn't be able to refute. That, however, if his immortal body suffered with a certain weakness.

"Is that so?" Phainon mumbled, adjusting his posture before pushing himself up. "But don't you worry about the dangers outside the battlefield?"

"Such as— agh! D-deliveherer, what ahar- nghh- g-gehehet off me!"

Phainon smiled, luck was on his side after all. He had barely managed to squeeze Mydei's side and the man had already reached out to stop his hand from touching him any further. "What's wrong," Phainon teased, "I thought you were invincible?"

"A-ahahand I am, I j-juhust don't undeherstahand what you ahare implying with this nohohonsense," Mydei insisted, his grip around Phainon's hand tightening while those nervous, anticipating giggles managed to escape Mydei's lips. "B-bahack off, you freheak."

"Why? Are you scared?" Phainon sang, quickly moving his other hand to attack Mydei's from the other side. The prince let out a surprise gasp when he didn't manage to stop Phainon from tickling his ribs and, for a brief moment, Mydei felt a surge of panic when he saw those fingers trying to tickle him under his arm.

"Deheliveherer! E-enohough of thihis fooholishness!" Mydei said, trying to make his words sound like a firm lion's roar, but ending up as a kitten's playful mew.

"Not until you understand how awfully vulnerable you're, Mydei," Phainon hummed, pushing the other on his back and his hands through Mydei's, reaching for his body at once.

Mydei was never really the quiet kind, but his unrestrained laughter surely was way louder than Phainon could've predicted. Mydei's panicked cackles could probably be heard even from the baths down below, but, truth to be told, that only encouraged Phainon to tickle him more, harder.

He aimlessly scratched and clawed at the toned stomach and sides, poked and wiggled his fingers at Mydei's ribs and under his arms. Phainon couldn't bother himself with testing one spot after the other, too busy trying to evade Mydei's hands that insisted in getting on his way.

"You see," Phainon mused, doubting if his words could get to Mydei's ears, "it's really easy to take you down like this. I don't think exposing yourself like you do will end up any better for you."

"S-shuhut your moho-ahAHAH!" Mydei laughed, his feet kicking the water out the tub as he squirmed, now pinned by Phainon's weight on top of his thighs. "T-thihis is stuhuhupid!"

"And yet, you can't even fight it back."

Teases, threats and, of course, tickles, continued to go back and forth between the two — the latter in one-way road. This time, however, Phainon felt… fond of Mydei's presence. It did feel like having fun with a friend, but with a warmer feeling stirring up inside his chest. While he wasn't sure this would be enough to convince the crown prince, maybe it would do just the work to make him a little more… friendly.

"I-I WIHIHILL KILL YOU, PHAHAINON!"

Eventually, yes.

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dead wife montage #23: mydei canonically ticklish

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Alhaitham wedding suit reveal 🙂‍↕️

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I really hope this influx of Granblue Fantasy players on Steam means I get to see more fanfics of characters I actually like or can write my own and people will read it 😂

I’ve been playing for ten years now and I have no one to yap about cute men in this game with 🥺

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I used to follow you because of your fics, but now you rarely post anything that isn't you promoting your Ko-fi or whatever. So I had to unfollow you.

Hello! That's okay!

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This is so rude

You don't know the person irl nor know what they're going trough, and you feel the right to nag about what they should post or not?? Is this patreon or sum????

As an artist like Mia who works to pay bills, the bare minimum the followers that can't support or don't want to can do, is understanding the amount of posts and that the content won't always be your interest, pls we are adults, we have responsibilities (maybe u don't idc 🫥)

She's not obligating anyone to buy her commissions. If you are not content please mind ur business at least 🚶

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THE THREEEEEEEE

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Do you agree that Kaveh x Alhaitham best ship in genshin :P

I wonder what gave you that idea 👀

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Get To Know Me Uncomfortably Well

PLEASE DON’T LET THIS FLOP AHHHH

1. What is you middle name? 2. How old are you? 3. When is your birthday? 4. What is your zodiac sign? 5. What is your favorite color? 6. What’s your lucky number? 7. Do you have any pets? 8. Where are you from? 9. How tall are you? 10. What shoe size are you? 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 12. What was your last dream about? 13. What talents do you have? 14. Are you psychic in any way? 15. Favorite song? 16. Favorite movie? 17. Who would be your ideal partner? 18. Do you want children? 19. Do you want a church wedding? 20. Are you religious? 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? 24. Baths or showers? 25. What color socks are you wearing? 26. Have you ever been famous? 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? 28. What type of music do you like? 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 31. What position do you usually sleep in? 32. How big is your house? 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? 34. Have you ever fired a gun? 35. Have you ever tried archery? 36. Favorite clean word? 37. Favorite swear word? 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 39. Do you have any scars? 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? 41. Are you a good liar? 42. Are you a good judge of character? 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? 44. Do you have a strong accent? 45. What is your favorite accent? 46. What is your personality type? 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? 48. Can you curl your tongue? 49. Are you an innie or an outie? 50. Left or right handed? 51. Are you scared of spiders? 52. Favorite food? 53. Favorite foreign food? 54. Are you a clean or messy person? 55. Most used phrased? 56. Most used word? 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 58. Do you have much of an ego? 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? 60. Do you talk to yourself? 61. Do you sing to yourself? 62. Are you a good singer? 63. Biggest Fear? 64. Are you a gossip? 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? 66. Do you like long or short hair? 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? 68. Favorite school subject? 69. Extrovert or Introvert? 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? 71. What makes you nervous? 72. Are you scared of the dark? 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? 74. Are you ticklish? 75. Have you ever started a rumor? 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? 77. Have you ever drank underage? 78. Have you ever done drugs? 79. Who was your first real crush? 80. How many piercings do you have? 81. Can you roll your Rs?“ 82. How fast can you type? 83. How fast can you run? 84. What color is your hair? 85. What color is your eyes? 86. What are you allergic to? 87. Do you keep a journal? 88. What do your parents do? 89. Do you like your age? 90. What makes you angry? 91. Do you like your own name? 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? 94. What are you strengths? 95. What are your weaknesses? 96. How did you get your name? 97. Were your ancestors royalty? 98. Do you have any scars? 99. Color of your bedspread? 100. Color of your room?

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mydei art?👀

Indeed!

I drew this commission to @xsezzie a while ago!!!! 💓💓💓

Note, comment or reblog if u wanna help with boosting. This is a respost from the account I lost unfairly!!

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What is wrong with this guy /lh

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Did some MCU catching up to Thunderbolts. Only regret is watching it before sleeping 😨

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Ler! Mydei X Lee! Phainon

tickle fic for @xtokxyo cuz they noticed there's a criminal lack of ler mydei and lee phainon

btw I have never played hsr so this is probs super OOC of them idc

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The past week had been unnaturally quiet. While usually, Mydei wouldn’t mind being left alone in the baths, it was very different when he himself hadn’t wanted this silence. Phainon had gone on a side quest with the Trailblazers since one week ago now, and Mydei was starting to feel some kind of loss. When Stelle had asked that annoying brat to come along on one of their adventures, Phainon had immediately perked up and joined her, looking the part of the overeager puppy. Mydei could still picture the way Phainon’s back looked as he boarded the Express, the way that dumb ahoge bounced on his head even as he didn’t give one look back to the blonde. Strangely, it made a weird pang go through Mydei’s chest.

The water was too cold as Mydei submerged himself in the baths for the first time since Phainon left. He didn’t usually care to go to the baths if he wasn't sparring with his idiot rival, but for some reason this evening was different. He felt a weird longing for the usually warm water. He grumbled quietly as he tried to get the water to the perfect temperature, but it somehow was always too cold. Usually, Phainon was the one to set the temp on their baths, the white-haired man more sensitive to the cold. As he cursed and fiddled with the faucet, a sudden slamming of doors followed by a cold gust of wind made him jump up. He whipped around, ready to scold whoever it was that had dared interrupt his sacred bath time. To his confusion, he was no one. He looks left, then right, but nothing is out of place, except the thrown open doors. As he looks up, that’s when he sees it. Or rather, sees him. In a flurry of white and gold, a wild Phainon has thrown himself at him. The white-haired man crashes into the blonde with a shout of the other’s name, both of them landing into the lukewarm bath water with a loud splash.

“Mydei!” Phainon chuckles, his arms wrapping around his rival's back. “I was looking everywhere for you! What are you doing here? Thinking of me, I bet.” He snickers, already standing up again to shed his heavy clothes for a more bath-appropriate attire. Mydei sits there, soaked from head to toe, blinking owlishly up at the other. “You-” He rasps, before his face scrunches up and he scowls. “You brat! What’s wrong with you, seriously!?” He grabs his half naked rival, yanking him back down into the water with a grunt. Phainon laughs wholeheartedly, bracing for a punch to his side from the angry blonde. Instead, strong tattooed arms wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to a tanned chest that’s heaving from surprise and another more complicated emotion. The blonde buries his face in the other’s neck, hugging him as tight as he can. “You could’ve told me you’d leave for so long. And you could’ve called before barging in!” the blonde scowls, eyebrows furrowed as he breathes down the white-haired man’s neck.

“Mydei, come on, what is this? I wasn’t even gone that long.” Phainon huffs, but there’s a fond smile on his lips, and his pale cheeks are flushed a light pink. His toned arms wrap around the blonde’s shoulders, fingers gently tugging at the long hair until Mydei pulls back to look at him. “I take it you missed me?” He purrs, but his teasing voice falters as Mydei’s fingers tighten on his waist. He squirms a little in the other’s lap, his eyes looking away from the glaring face of the prince beneath him. “I’m sorry-” He tries to say, but he interrupts himself as Mydei’s fingers skim higher up his sides. He gulps, his fingers twitching in Mydei’s hair. He has no doubts the blonde doesn’t realize what he’s doing, but he can’t risk the tattooed man finding out his biggest weakness. “Just put me down, alright? I’ll tell you every-”

“No.” The blonde interrupts, glowering up at Phainon. He can’t believe this. That brat leaves for an entire week, putting their sparring sessions on hold for who knows what, and he dares come back like nothing happened, like Mydei didn’t actually miss him this whole time? Mydei won’t stand for it. “I don’t want to know. I don’t care who needed your help or how you saved the day.” His strong hands leave Phainon’s sides, moving to his back. The white haired man breathes a sigh of relief, only to be interrupted by his own choked squeal as one of Mydei’s nimble fingers press on the spot right above his tailbone. “M-Mydei, where are you touching-” The white haired man gasps, looking less like a seasoned warrior and more and more like a blushing maiden. “Phainon.” The blonde grumbles, eyebrows furrowing. “Let me touch you.”

Phainon’s eyes widen, his blush deepening, his lips parting slightly in surprise. “I, uh… I mean, sure…” He sputters, trying not to wiggle too much and annoy his rival even more. Mydei lets out a huff of approval, his hand not trailing over Phainon’s back moving to hold his upper leg, index roaming over the inside of the man’s thigh. “I can’t believe you just left like that. What could’ve possibly possessed you to not even say goodbye?” The blonde huffs, nuzzling back into the white haired man’s neck, breathing down against his collarbones and making his skin prickle with goosebumps. “Trailblazers needed m-” Phainon tries to explain, but Mydei’s hand on his back spiders a little higher and his sentence turns into a surprised giggle. “It was a rhetorical question, deliverer. I don’t want to know.” He grumbles, hoisting his rival up and sitting him down on the edge of the bath. His strong arms wrap around Phainon’s waist, and he pushes his face against the other’s navel.

Phainon practically recoils in shock at the new level of affection, his ears now sporting a dark red blush. He can feel Mydei breathing heavily against his belly button, his shoulders heaving slightly. The white haired man almost wonders if he’s actually crying. But before he can even think of asking, he feels Mydei take a deep breath, cheeks puffing up against his skin, before he releases all the air in his lungs with a loud -ppfffftttt!- that makes Phainon practically jump out of his skin with a screech of surprise. “M-Mydehehei!” He giggles uncontrollably, trying to kick the blonde away unsuccessfully. Mydei’s hands are strong and unyielding, keeping him pinned as the prince takes another deep breath, moving his lips just a little higher this time. “W-wait, please this isn’t-” The white-haired man tries to bargain, but it dissolves into a fit of laughter as his rival blows another loud raspberry over his belly button. “This isn’t fahahahair!” He whines between raspy, squealing breaths, his hands fisting into Mydei’s hair as he halfheartedly tries to pull him off.

When Mydei finally pulls away from his stomach, face a little flushed and his lips quirked into an unusual smirk, Phainon can swear he sees him lick his lips in satisfaction. “What the heheheck was that…?” The white-haired man asks, his speech still a little slurred from the giggles still bubbling out of his throat. “A punishment.” The prince answers with a fond huff, his fingers moving from Phainon’s hips to trail on his sides teasingly. “Or a reward, depending on how you take it.” He taunts, gently pinching one of the other’s sides between his thumb and his four other fingers. ”Y-You!” Phainon stammers at the teasing words, squirming away from the roaming fingers. Mydei chuckles under his breath, hands moving up and down the deliverer’s sides, tickling and teasing. “You ahahaHASSHOHOHOLE!” Phainon squeals, kicking and screeching at his rival’s unrelenting assault. 

It’s only when thick, pearly tears start to roll down his cheeks that Mydei slows down, cupping his face in one hand and wiping away his tears, even as his fingers continue to poke and pinch at Phainon’s most sensitive places, albeit way more gently now. “Good boy.” The blonde murmurs, his thumb stroking Phainon’s cheek. “I hope you’ll think a little more before leaving me without a goodbye again, deliverer.” He purrs, pulling his rival into the bath with him again, the water now perfectly warm. “Y-yehehehes, I will…” Phainon giggles, leaning his head in the crook of Mydei’s neck as he gulps down deep breaths, his squealing laughs dissolving into the quiet, happy giggles of a man fulfilled.

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Miya&Mia's 12 days of Tickles Day 8: Memories

Kavetham

A/N: uufff super late for this one as well skdndkff I'm terrible at these events aaaaaaaa I hope you all enjoy this one, I think they're a bit too ooc, but I hope you like it either way lol

The holiday season really was... melancholic for Kaveh. Memories of the past plagued his mind from a long time ago where his father had not disappeared and his mother was still with him and he was just a silly boy, opening presents and grinning like an idiot. 

He now had spent many holidays on his own and he was nothing more than a poor architect. Poor, literally, and the only thing that made his life happy was…

“Ah, Kaveh. Welcome back. What do you think of this?” 

Well, not a thing, but Alhaitham. 

“Alhaitham? Are you… decorating?” 

Kaveh blinked in disbelief as the wooden door closed behind him. Alhaitham was in the middle of the living room, decorating a huge pine tree right in the corner. It was almost finished, for what Kaveh could tell, it only needed the ornament on the very top. 

What did he think of this? Well, first of all, he didn't understand why Alhaitham was doing this. Second of all… it didn't look half bad if he had to be honest. 

“So?” Alhaitham insisted with his usual bored expression. 

“Well, it looks good. I just… didn't know you liked this celebration so much…” 

Something weird twisted in Kaveh’s chest. Seeing this pine tree only made him think about the memories of his childhood and he let out a long sigh that Alhaitham didn't fail to notice. 

“What's wrong?” 

“It's just…”

Before he could stop himself, he was telling Alhaitham all about it, feeling his cheeks heating up as the Acting Great Sage looked at him intently from across the room. 

The words came pouring out, explaining why he felt so melancholy and sad while a part of his brain screamed at him to shut up. Was Alhaitham going to laugh at him afterwards? Was he going to tell him he was making a fool of himself? Worse still, was he going to take down the decorations? 

As the words slowly died on his lips, Kaveh couldn't look up, so ashamed he was of having said everything he said. He fiddled with his fingers and opened his mouth a few times, but Alhaitham's crushing silence had him paralyzed. 

“W-Well, I… I… oh!” 

He could no longer formulate his sentence because Alhaitham's strong arms surrounded his figure and held him tightly against his chest, his cheek resting on top of Kaveh's head. Kaveh blinked, but slowly returned Alhaitham's embrace and tried to ignore the stinging in his eyes.

He didn't know how long they stayed like that, gently swaying and enjoying each other's warmth. If it were up to Kaveh, he would have stayed there all his life, in Alhaitham's arms, listening to the calm beating of his heart. 

“We should create new memories,” Alhaitham said above him and Kaveh hummed in agreement, smiling softly, nuzzling more into Alhaitham’s chest. “New memories so your silly brain stops focusing on the bad.” 

Kaveh didn't even feel like fighting so he chuckled, nodding a little. “You're right, for once, what do y-you thihihihink-! It tihihickles, wahahait!” 

One of Alhaitham's mischievous hands had slipped through the opening in the back of Kaveh's clothing and his fingers dug gently against the back of his ribs. 

Kaveh burst out laughing, pushing Alhaitham lightly, as if he didn't really want to escape and was just putting up an act. Alhaitham simply chuckled and wrapped his arm firmly around Kaveh's waist, preventing him from escaping or falling to the floor. 

“I bet it does. The reason is that I'm tickling you, Kaveh. We're under the mistletoe.” 

Kaveh hadn't noticed, but a mistletoe had been hung at the entrance to the hall, and just as Alhaitham had said, they were both under it. 

“You're suhuhuppohosed to kihihiss, not tihihickle- ahahahah! L-Leheheave my rihihibs alohohone!” Kaveh hit Alhaitham's chest without any force. 

“We'll, since we're creating new memories, let's also create new traditions,” Alhaitham said, pressing a open mouthed kiss to Kaveh's neck, causing him to gasp between his laughter. “We have to kiss and tickle each other under the mistletoe.” 

“That's unfahahair, I-” Kaveh gasped. Did he just say tickle each other? 

Weakly, one of his hands managed to find an opening to one of Alhaitham's armpit and the scribe threw his head back with a loud, sudden laugh. 

“Fine! FIHIHINE! I wahahas wrohohong!” Alhaitham cackled, trying to push Kaveh away. 

The architect simply giggled and kept tickling Alhaitham. “Nah, you weren't. We're making new memories, aren't we?” 

This holiday season was definitely going to be different and for the first time in forever, Kaveh was looking forward to it.

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Hello, I hope you're having joyful holidays!

I'm here for updates 👏

I have 1 waitlist slot for january commissions (two are already taken)

You don't need to pay anything to enter the waitlist. This only guarantees you a slot for when I open my commissions!

About the 1km event

As I mentioned before, I will gradually draw and post the requests. I want all of them to be colored, even if it's sketch.

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OH I FORGOT ONE THING HAHAHAHAH

I draw anything guys, seriously.

any body type, any skin color, any hairstyle, any gender, any species and I also draw Chibis

(first and second was a gift for @rovers-ticklish-tummy and @ticklystuff respectively)

Anyway, they don't have the same base price as full-size characters!!