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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 â he was an ally, after all â 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 â 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 â what if he saw it by accident?! Wouldn't it violate some sort of kremnoan laâ
"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 talâ 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 youâ 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, butâ 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 asâ 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 â 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.
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Iâve been playing for ten years now and I have no one to yap about cute men in this game with đĽş
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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 wouldnât mind being left alone in the baths, it was very different when he himself hadnât 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 Phainonâs back looked as he boarded the Express, the way that dumb ahoge bounced on his head even as he didnât give one look back to the blonde. Strangely, it made a weird pang go through Mydeiâs chest.
The water was too cold as Mydei submerged himself in the baths for the first time since Phainon left. He didnât 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, thatâs 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 otherâs name, both of them landing into the lukewarm bath water with a loud splash.
âMydei!â Phainon chuckles, his arms wrapping around his rival's back. âI was looking everywhere for you! What are you doing here? Thinking of me, I bet.â 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. âYou-â He rasps, before his face scrunches up and he scowls. âYou brat! Whatâs wrong with you, seriously!?â 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 thatâs heaving from surprise and another more complicated emotion. The blonde buries his face in the otherâs neck, hugging him as tight as he can. âYou couldâve told me youâd leave for so long. And you couldâve called before barging in!â the blonde scowls, eyebrows furrowed as he breathes down the white-haired manâs neck.
âMydei, come on, what is this? I wasnât even gone that long.â Phainon huffs, but thereâs a fond smile on his lips, and his pale cheeks are flushed a light pink. His toned arms wrap around the blondeâs shoulders, fingers gently tugging at the long hair until Mydei pulls back to look at him. âI take it you missed me?â He purrs, but his teasing voice falters as Mydeiâs fingers tighten on his waist. He squirms a little in the otherâs lap, his eyes looking away from the glaring face of the prince beneath him. âIâm sorry-â He tries to say, but he interrupts himself as Mydeiâs fingers skim higher up his sides. He gulps, his fingers twitching in Mydeiâs hair. He has no doubts the blonde doesnât realize what heâs doing, but he canât risk the tattooed man finding out his biggest weakness. âJust put me down, alright? Iâll tell you every-â
âNo.â The blonde interrupts, glowering up at Phainon. He canât 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 didnât actually miss him this whole time? Mydei wonât stand for it. âI donât want to know. I donât care who needed your help or how you saved the day.â His strong hands leave Phainonâs 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 Mydeiâs nimble fingers press on the spot right above his tailbone. âM-Mydei, where are you touching-â The white haired man gasps, looking less like a seasoned warrior and more and more like a blushing maiden. âPhainon.â The blonde grumbles, eyebrows furrowing. âLet me touch you.â
Phainonâs eyes widen, his blush deepening, his lips parting slightly in surprise. âI, uh⌠I mean, sureâŚâ 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 Phainonâs back moving to hold his upper leg, index roaming over the inside of the manâs thigh. âI canât believe you just left like that. What couldâve possibly possessed you to not even say goodbye?â The blonde huffs, nuzzling back into the white haired manâs neck, breathing down against his collarbones and making his skin prickle with goosebumps. âTrailblazers needed m-â Phainon tries to explain, but Mydeiâs hand on his back spiders a little higher and his sentence turns into a surprised giggle. âIt was a rhetorical question, deliverer. I donât want to know.â He grumbles, hoisting his rival up and sitting him down on the edge of the bath. His strong arms wrap around Phainonâs waist, and he pushes his face against the otherâs 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 heâs 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. âM-Mydehehei!â He giggles uncontrollably, trying to kick the blonde away unsuccessfully. Mydeiâs hands are strong and unyielding, keeping him pinned as the prince takes another deep breath, moving his lips just a little higher this time. âW-wait, please this isnât-â 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. âThis isnât fahahahair!â He whines between raspy, squealing breaths, his hands fisting into Mydeiâs 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. âWhat the heheheck was thatâŚ?â The white-haired man asks, his speech still a little slurred from the giggles still bubbling out of his throat. âA punishment.â The prince answers with a fond huff, his fingers moving from Phainonâs hips to trail on his sides teasingly. âOr a reward, depending on how you take it.â He taunts, gently pinching one of the otherâs sides between his thumb and his four other fingers. âY-You!â Phainon stammers at the teasing words, squirming away from the roaming fingers. Mydei chuckles under his breath, hands moving up and down the delivererâs sides, tickling and teasing. âYou ahahaHASSHOHOHOLE!â Phainon squeals, kicking and screeching at his rivalâs unrelenting assault.Â
Itâs 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 Phainonâs most sensitive places, albeit way more gently now. âGood boy.â The blonde murmurs, his thumb stroking Phainonâs cheek. âI hope youâll think a little more before leaving me without a goodbye again, deliverer.â He purrs, pulling his rival into the bath with him again, the water now perfectly warm. âY-yehehehes, I willâŚâ Phainon giggles, leaning his head in the crook of Mydeiâs neck as he gulps down deep breaths, his squealing laughs dissolving into the quiet, happy giggles of a man fulfilled.
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.Â
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 wasâŚ
âAh, Kaveh. Welcome back. What do you think of this?âÂ
Well, not a thing, but Alhaitham.Â
âAlhaitham? Are you⌠decorating?âÂ
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.Â
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.Â
âSo?â Alhaitham insisted with his usual bored expression.Â
âWell, it looks good. I just⌠didn't know you liked this celebration so muchâŚâÂ
Something weird twisted in Kavehâs 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.Â
âWhat's wrong?âÂ
âIt's justâŚâ
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.Â
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?Â
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.Â
âW-Well, I⌠I⌠oh!âÂ
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.Â
âWe should create new memories,â Alhaitham said above him and Kaveh hummed in agreement, smiling softly, nuzzling more into Alhaithamâs chest. âNew memories so your silly brain stops focusing on the bad.âÂ
Kaveh didn't even feel like fighting so he chuckled, nodding a little. âYou're right, for once, what do y-you thihihihink-! It tihihickles, wahahait!âÂ
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.Â
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.Â
âI bet it does. The reason is that I'm tickling you, Kaveh. We're under the mistletoe.âÂ
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.Â
âYou're suhuhuppohosed to kihihiss, not tihihickle- ahahahah! L-Leheheave my rihihibs alohohone!â Kaveh hit Alhaitham's chest without any force.Â
âWe'll, since we're creating new memories, let's also create new traditions,â Alhaitham said, pressing a open mouthed kiss to Kaveh's neck, causing him to gasp between his laughter. âWe have to kiss and tickle each other under the mistletoe.âÂ
âThat's unfahahair, I-â Kaveh gasped. Did he just say tickle each other?Â
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.Â
âFine! FIHIHINE! I wahahas wrohohong!â Alhaitham cackled, trying to push Kaveh away.Â
The architect simply giggled and kept tickling Alhaitham. âNah, you weren't. We're making new memories, aren't we?âÂ
This holiday season was definitely going to be different and for the first time in forever, Kaveh was looking forward to it.