#ler!phainon

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In every life, Mydei would trust Phainon with his weaknesses.

But maybe, he really shouldn’t.

“Oh no~ it seems the crowned prince isn’t nearly as invincible as he seems!” Phainon joked happily, his playful touch jumping sporadically across the warrior's body as Mydei squeaked and writhed with laughter beneath him.

The crowned prince tried to squirm away frantically, which only trapped himself further as he became pinned against the end of their couch, Phainon still looming over him. “AHAHA! P-Phahahainohohon! I-I’ll kihihill yohohou!” He threatened weakly, but his sweet giggling failed to intimidate the other.

The prince's hands desperately tried to grab onto Phainon’s scribbling fingers, but Phainon never stayed tickling one spot for too long… moving from his tummy, to his sides, then to his ribs before bouncing back to his stomach. “S-Stahahahap thahahat…!” He squeaked, squirming frantically from side to side, with the brightest smile adorning his face.

“Come now, Mydeimos. You can’t tell me you’re ticklish and expect me not to try tickling you? My, you practically asked for this!” Phainon defended, giggling fondly as Mydei’s laughter turned all the more precious.

It was bubbly, uncontrolled, and almost childish, and yet, Phainon found that such an adorable laugh fit the tough and fierce warrior perfectly.

“I shohohohouldn’t hahahave tohohohold yohohohou!” Mydei complained as his hair grew messy from all the thrashing around, his cheeks starting to blush a light pink. He was embarrassed— but not ashamed… he told Phainon such a silly secret about himself for a reason, which was that he trusted him with it. Despite that, he still found himself cursing out giggly false regrets.

Phainon only grinned, “You’re right, you really shouldn’t have, because now I have the perfect trick at my disposal for the next time we spar.” He threatened, his eyes narrowing playfully.

Mydei blushed a deeper red at the mere thought of Phainon using such— a cheap ploy against him in battle. “Ahahahas ihihif! Yohohou wohohouldn’t gehehet the chahahance!” He fought back with lighthearted pride, Phainon suddenly latched his hands roughly onto Mydei’s hips, massaging his thumbs against the sensitive bones with no mercy.

The prince instantly shrieked with desperate, unrestrained laughter. “Pff… those are some brave fighting words for someone this ticklish, Mydeimos.” He tut, his voice so unbelievably mischievous it made Mydei’s mind go all fuzzy.

As the moment continued, his heart welled up with an overwhelming, unexplainable joy.

Well… unexplainable only for a small moment, because it took just two seconds more for him to discern that this joy was easily explainable; he was having fun.

Admitting to himself that he was having fun in this one-sided tickle fight didn’t make his flushed cheeks any less red, but it was a nice revelation to have…. Especially when it was painstakingly obvious that Phainon was having just as much fun as he was, or maybe even more fun— teasing him, laughing with him, and exploring to see just how much laughter he could draw out of the warrior.

“Stohohohop tahahahalking!” He yelled regardless of his swarming thoughts, tears of mirth pricking the corners of his eyes. While Mydei spoke more giggly complaints that he clearly didn’t mean, Phainon felt his fondness grow. He loved seeing his smile, and how much it would brighten with every tease Mydei “cursed” him saying.

Those playful eyes of Phainon’s softened, his fingers spidering up to gently scratch at his lower ribs. “Is it just me, or do you sound like you’re enjoying this? Careful, wouldn’t wanna let that tough guy act of yours slip, now do you?”

An endless stream of squeaky giggles escaped into the room, Mydei grabbing weakly onto his wrists. “Psssh— juhuhust shuhuhut uhuhuhup…”

Phainon snickered at that, his hands lifting as he began to poke at his stomach sporadically, gaining these addictive giggles that could melt the coldest of hearts. “Well… I think I’ve messed with you enough for today, what do you think Mydei?”

Mydei curled on his side, wrapping his arms around his stomach. Also… refusing to answer that evil question, answering yes to that would be like pleading or giving in! He could never do that!

Phainon hummed happily at his silence, “Is that a no? So… you haven’t had enough then?”

Warning signals shot through Mydei when Phainon grabbed his wrist with one hand, pinning it firmly above his head and shoving him onto his backside as the other shot under his exposed armpit.

Mydei instantly screamed with the loudest laughter yet, ticklish shock waves being sent all across his body. “AHAHAHAhaha! WAHAHhahait! DELIVERER!”

His legs instantly kicked out as he threw his head back with laughter, his other hand reaching up to grab his wrist but being much too weak to shove those scribbling fingers away.

“And just like that, your adorable stubbornness is gone.” He snickered, before getting all cheery. “You’re so easy to read, y’know? I just knew you’d be bad here, that’s why you got so squeaky when I was getting at your ribs~”

Mydei’s brain was practically fried from just how much his touch tickled, shaking his head madly. “AHAHA! WHATEHEHEVER! JuHUHUST STAHAHAHahahap!” He pleaded at last, tugging at his pinned wrist.

Phainon tickled his armpit for a couple more seconds before stopping, removing his hands and letting the ticklish warrior curl up into a sensitive ball. Whispering out a very giggly “HKS” with his tuckered-out breaths.

“What was that?” Phainon giggled fondly, narrowing his eyes with the same playfulness as before.

Mydei had no strife in repeating it. “HKS. Yohohou’re a mohohohoron…” Mydei insulted without any actual malice— still trying to catch his breath.

“I’d much rather be a moron, than a badass immortal warrior who somehow dies the second someone even grazes his sides.” The tease instantly had Mydei avoiding eye contact. Phainon smiled softly, “anyways, thank you for telling me, I promise I’ll try my very best not to abuse this very cute weakness of yours.”

Mydei laughed a bit, sending a quick glare his way. “Yeah, yohohou better not, or I’ll make you regrehehet it.” He threatened, emphasizing his words with a gentle jab to his stomach. (He felt like such a motion fit this situation.)

What he never expected was for Phainon to have a full-body reaction to it, the gentle poke making the other jolt and rush to cover his stomach with his arms.

If Mydei had cat ears like Cifera, they would have definitely perked up. He looked up at Phainon with raised eyebrows, his gaze being met with a nervous smile. “Oh, you are so dead.” Mydei laughed, his eyes brightening. He wasted no time at all lunging at a giddy, and extremely panicked Phainon who jumped away with lightheaded terror, knowing exactly what was coming for him.

The Hall of Respite was silent, since night had set in hours ago - and yet there was still one room lit in candle light. Mydei was lounging across his expansive bed in his quarters, reading over a scroll with half-lidded eyes, his golden bangs falling into his face. He let out a yawn, the boredom ruining his nerves, though, he still couldn't - and wanted - to find sleep yet.

Lost in thought, he didn't even hear the door open, nor did he hear the steps creeping closer, or felt the presence lurking behind him, until he heard a familiar voice purring right next to his ear. “Gotcha!~” Before he could fully turn his head, the weight of another body crashed into him with sudden, enthusiastic force.

He grunted as he was shoved onto his back, the scroll tumbling out of his hands and rolling to the floor. “P-Phainon?” he asked as he stared into a pair of blue eyes. The other smiled down at him, white hair cascading forward like a silk curtain. “Still awake at this hour my dearest prince?” he whispered and Mydei could see a faint blush on the other’s lips.

“You’re always so composed, thought I’d test that resolve of yours once again hehehe.” His voice was laced with wicked amusement. “In the middle of the night?” the Kremnoian prince asked, narrowing his eyes calmly.

It was strange for the other to act like that, he was still straddling him, making no attempts to get off of him, but Mydei decided to play along for once, since whatever the other had in mind, was definitely more interesting than that scroll that lied somewhere forgotten on the ground. Supported on his elbows he smirked up at him with a challenging smile.

“Fine, I’ll play along for now… So, what should it be this time? A card game? A drinking contest? Some wrestling? Recite all laws while-” “Nope,” Phainon interrupted smugly, fingers twitching in the air like mischievous claws, “a tickle fight. First one to break loses. Simple.” “...Tickle?” Mydei echoed, a single eyebrow rising. Did he hear him right?

“Yes, you do know what that means, don’t you?” the white-haired asked playfully and before Mydei could form a retort, his hands dove downward. His fingers danced straight over his stomach, where the red lines of his tattoos curved like flowing ink.

Phainon’s nails slid along them, tracing their shape, barely brushing against the skin, but enough to elicit the reaction he was looking for. Mydei’s torso jerked.

“Tch- Pfftt- P-Phainon,” he exhaled sharply through his nose, “t-t-hiHihis is childish… eheHeven foHor you…” the blonde said in-between suppressed laughter, trying very hard to hold back the giggles that wanted to get out of him.

Memories of his childhood crossed his mind, scenes he had locked in a chest deep inside - a time where he had laughed freely by the hands of blurred. He was pulled out of his thoughts by a voice sweet as honey, licking at his ear.

“Childish? Says the one who stubbornly tries not to laugh… here let me help you with it~” Phainon crooned, shifting to straddle Mydei’s hips, knees pinning him in place. His grin widened as he lightly skittered his fingers higher, grazing over Mydei’s chest, deliberately avoiding pressure, keeping it feathery.

The muscles beneath his touch tensed and he sucked in a breath, his mouth twitching. “Mhmh!!” “Still holding it in?” Phainon teased, voice syrupy sweet. “You’ve got nerves of steel. Let’s see, how about here?~” His fingers slipped beneath the edge of the other’s robe, deftly nudging fabric aside to trace under his arms.

The reaction was instant. “Agh!” Mydei arched involuntarily, his composure shattering like glass. His arms shot downward, trying to block him, but Phainon dodged, his fingers swirling in the hollow of Mydei’s bare armpits. A strangled giggle forced itself past the prince’s lips. “D-DoHohon’t! That’s- aHahAhahAhah!”

“Oh there it is,” Phainon chuckled, voice triumphant as if he’d just won a high-stakes wager. “I was wondering if you were ticklish here. Most people are, you know.” Mydei's shoulders twisted, hands gripping Phainon’s wrists now in a desperate attempt to halt the torment.

His long legs kicked slightly against the bed, golden hair flopping wildly with each sharp breath he drew. “Y-You’re iHihnsufferaHable!” he sputtered and Phainon just grinned wider, his fingers still scribbling along the edges of Mydei’s ribs before slipping back to the vulnerable curve beneath his arms.

“Insufferable?” the whitehead repeated, delighted. “You’re laughing and don’t even try to say you’re not!” he teased, the rules he himself had set long forgotten. It was too much fun to mess with the Kremnoian prince, his rival, his friend. “I’m- aHAhah I’m restraining myself!” Mydei barked, his voice strangled and breathless, trying - and failing - to twist away.

“Do you now?~” Phainon hummed, wiggling his fingers devilishly. “Then let’s speed things up a bit, shall we~” But just as Phainon leaned in to get one last victorious scribble down Mydei’s exposed side, everything shifted. In a flash of motion, Mydei’s hands clamped around his wrists hardly, making Phainon blink in surprise. “Uh-oh.”

The other’s red eyes gleamed with fire, his expression flickering from flustered to fiercely resolved. “Well,” Mydei murmured through breathless pants, “since we’re apparently waging war through absurd means… it’s time for you to taste defeat.” In a powerful twist, he bucked his hips, shoving Phainon off balance and rolling them.

Oof! The other let out a startled sound as he landed flat on his back, with Mydei now sitting astride his waist. Golden bangs framed the prince’s face like a halo, but there was nothing angelic in his smile now. “Your turn, Deliverer.” Phainon paled and flushed all at once.

“W-Wait a moment, let’s not be hasty-” he stammered, already giggling nervously before a single finger had touched him. And Mydei? He merely cracked his knuckles. The lion wasn’t beaten yet, instead he bared his teeth, ready to strike.

Sensing the danger he was in, Phainon squirmed beneath him, a nervous grin twitching at his lips, the usually smug glint in his eye now traded for something much more vulnerable - anticipation and the faintest bit of panic.

“Y-You surely understand that what I did was merely messing around, r-right?” he said, his voice still melodic, but his words spilled a bit faster than usual. Mydei arched a brow, unamused. “Messing around? I thought you wanted a challenge and I believe in balance.” He placed his palms firmly on Phainon’s sides, just beneath his lowest the ribs. Phainon flinched.

“M-Mydei.” “Yes?” “You’re acting unusually playfully tonight. Never thought you’d-" “Shh~ Here I come…” And with that, he dug in. “AAH!! NohoHoho!” Phainon’s voice cracked as laughter erupted out of him instantly, loud and unfiltered. He thrashed beneath the other, legs kicking and back arching like a wild horse.

“You were saying something about being ticklish?” Mydei asked smoothly, his tone like liquid gold as his fingers moved skillfully up and down the white-haired’s sides. “I see now, that you’re just as ticklish as me haha or even more! This is a very… enlightening~” he mumbled. “Y-You’re sohohohoho dead! HAHAAHA WAHAIT!!”

“I don’t recall giving you the floor,” the blonde replied, delighting in Phainon’s completely unguarded laughter. He sneaked his hands under his shirt, his cool fingertips brushing along the whitehead’s bare stomach. “N-NO! Nonononohohoho g-get out of thehere!”

“Oh, is this spot a bit too sensitive?” Mydei teased, swirling a finger right around his navel and earning a shrill squeal. “How undignified of you, Phainon. And here I thought you’d last longer.” Phainon was laughing too hard to form words now. He thrashed wildly, trying to twist away, but Mydei had perfect leverage sitting astride him.

He squealed as his fingers fluttered along the curves of his ribs. “You started this,” Mydei added casually, trailing upward and lightly dragging his nails along the warm skin of Phainon’s chest before he moved higher, dangerously close to- “No, not there, not th- HAHAHAAA!!”

Too late. The prince’s fingers grazed along his neck, right at the spot where it met the collarbone. Phainon squirmed like mad, giggling uncontrollably and helpless. Mydei tilted his head. “Interesting. I didn’t even know someone’s neck could be this ticklish.”

“Y-You sadist!” Phainon gasped between hysterical peals. “Mydei! Y-You’re- Pffft noHOhooH! I’m gonna dihihie! HAHahAAH!” But Mydei wasn’t done yet. He leaned down ever so slightly, one hand still scribbling over his neck while the other - almost playfully - traced just behind Phainon’s ear. That broke him.

His laughter hit a new pitch, shrill and melodic, spilling out of him like a symphony of chaos. He couldn’t stop. His body jerked, his hands beat weakly at the mattress, his voice hiccupping in-between breathless gasps. “I- ehHehe I giHive!!” he cried finally, face flushed, white hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. “I give! Mydei, you moHOhonster!”

The prince finally relented, pulling back with a look of immense satisfaction. He exhaled softly, catching his own breath as he looked down at the mess of giggles beneath him. Phainon lay there, chest heaving, cheeks glowing crimson, a dazed grin still twitching on his lips. “…You’re ticklish everywhere, aren’t you?” he said flatly.

“I- shut up,” Phainon gasped, trying and failing to cover his face with one arm, “that was… totally unfair.” “Oh please,” Mydei brushed a few strands of his own golden hair out of his face, “you challenged me. Don’t cry when the game turns.” They stayed like that for a beat - Mydei still straddling Phainon’s waist, both panting, chests rising and falling in unison.

Then Mydei reached down and took Phainon’s flushed face gently in one hand, his thumb brushing over his cheekbone. The motion was unusually tender, lingering. Phainon’s eyes opened again, blinking slowly. “You’re glowing,” Mydei murmured. “It’s very hot in here,” Phainon managed with twitching lips.

Mydei’s voice softened to something nearly reverent. “Hmph. Irritating.” He bent down suddenly, his golden bangs falling like a curtain again as he pressed his lips to Phainon’s - firm, unyielding at first. Phainon tensed in surprise but only for a second, then, he melted.

A low, pleased hum escaped him as he responded, tilting his head just slightly, eyes fluttering closed. The kiss deepened, Mydei’s lips moving with a slow, savoring rhythm as his hand slipped into Phainon’s hair, gripping it lightly. Phainon reached up and clutched at the front of Mydei’s robe, pulling him closer, as if afraid he’d disappear the moment they pulled apart.

They didn’t rush. When they finally separated, the breath they both released was slow and tremulous. The white-haired opened his eyes again, dazed and utterly charmed. “...I really hope tickle fights become our new go-to duel.”

“Grr… fuck… pff…” Mydei was still refusing to give in. The ticklish sensations were unbearable, coursing through his body and making him squirm. How could he get like this? He was the powerful Mydeimos, a King, a legend, a… very ticklish person.

“Gahaha!” Oh no, a giggle slipped out as he felt the Deliverer’s fingers brush a soft spot along his flanks. His face flushed red as he looked up at Phainon, hoping he somehow didn’t hear that.

Instead, that bastard has the biggest shit-eating smirk he’s ever seen on his face in his life.

Well, shit.

“N-No no-no NOHOHOHOOO!!!” Having found the sweet spot, Phainon’s fingers focus their attention on the soft flesh below Mydei’s ribs. He can feel the muscles quiver beneath his fingers as the blond squirms and laughs.

“Awww Mydei~ Are you ticklish here? Hmm?”

“GAHAHAHAHA FUHUHUCK OOF HAHA!”

The lion roared, his raspy laugh filling the room and bouncing off the tile walls. He was sure someone was able to hear him but he couldn’t stop it.

“Coochie Coochie coo~” That damn Deliverer… not the baby talk.

“I-I HAHAHAHATE YOOU!”

“You always call me the Deliverer… you know what it means? Deliverer of tickles of course!” Phainon chuckles to himself as Mydei laughs harder and his face becomes more flushed from the teasing.

His fingers were driving him insane, hyper focusing on that one soft spot. He had to end this… but unfortunately, a nuisance third party had helped Phainon with restraining him.

“Go easy on him, Phainon. You know he will get you back ten times worse.” Anaxa was quietly observing in the corner, nose in a tome he found. He had helped Phainon by using tree roots to restrain Mydei’s arms, but he could feel the pull on them from the strength the blond exhibited. It was only a matter of time before he broke them.

“Oh he’s too ticklish for revenge~ I won’t go down without a fight!”

The white haired man shifted his attention to testing other spots on the man’s torso now that his walls were down.

“HEHEHHAHAHAHAAH!! STAHAHAP!” Armpits? Good reaction, more squirming.

“PHAINOHOHOHON!” Ribs? Pretty decent.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! STAAAHP!” His abs? Excellent reaction, more laughing.

“Hehe~ Look how adorable he is, Anaxa get my teleslate for me!”

“D-Don’t you fucking dare!” Mydei panted knowing Phainon would have no issues recording this moment.

“I am not getting anymore involved than I already am. Good luck.” The scholar left the room, letting the roots of the tree fade away from around Mydei’s arms.

Phainon’s widened for a moment.

“Uh…”

“Huh…”

“Hmph, how about a sparring match, Deliverer?”

"Tch, HKS." Mydei mutters under his breath as Phainon's face finally comes into view across the steaming water. The dim glow of the bathhouse lanterns catches in his white hair, that smirk already tugging at his lips like he's already won something.

Mydei shifts slightly, damn this water for being so relaxing and damn him for sitting so close. "You’re still here? I was thinking the steam had swallowed you whole."

Mydei narrows his eyes. “And don’t think calling this a ‘duel’ makes it any less ridiculous. This is just an excuse for you to watch me squirm.” His fingers curl against the smooth stone beneath him. “I lasted longer than you last time, and don’t deny it.”

A soft chuckle rumbles from Phainon, rich and warm.

“Did you now?” The deliverer leans forward slightly, arms resting on his knees, eyes glinting with mischief. “Or did I just let you win so it could stroke your ego?"

Mydei sputters, offended. Damn it all.

"HKS! You insufferable sun-blessed prick- you did no such thing!"

Phainon's smirk only widens at Mydei's outburst, the steam curling around his shoulders almost resembling the halo in his ult form. He tilts his head, cyan eyes sparkling with pure, unfiltered gloating.

"Denial? From you?" Phainon tsks dramatically. "Mydeimos the undying, immortal prince of Kremnos, reduced to blushing in hot water because I called you pretty."

Mydei's face burns hotter than the bath, hotter than a titan's wrath. 

"Pre-? I did not blush!" He snaps, voice cracking slightly. His hands fly up in defense, steam swirling as he shifts like a cornered beast.

The lantern light catches the faintest pink on his cheeks, just enough to betray him.

Phainon leans back with a satisfied sigh. "Mmhmm. Sure you didn't." A pause. 

"You're even redder than your cape."

He flashes that stupidly perfect grin, the one that used to make Mydei want to punch him… and also maybe kiss him? No, bad thought!

"HKS! You’re impossible...."

Phainon lets out a low, melodic laugh, warm and entirely too pleased with himself. He stretches his arms behind his head, leaning back into the water like a king on a throne of steam.

"Impossible? Me?" He says, feigning innocence. "I'm just stating facts. Like how you definitely shrieked when I tickled your armpit last time."

Mydei's breath hitches.

Oh no.

He remembers it all too well. The splash of water as Phainon suddenly lunged across the baths and grabbed at him between nimble fingers…

The memory flooded the immortal's head.

Mydei's breath hitches and he instinctively scoots back, pressing his shoulders against the smooth stone edge of the bath.

Phainon sees it. Of course he does.

That predator-like grin spreads across his face, the one Mydei knows all too well. The "I'm about to ruin your life" smile.

Before Mydei can even react, Phainon pushes off from where he was lounging and slides across the water like a sea creature. Fast for someone so relaxed moments ago.

The water ripples violently as Phainon lunges, fast, precise and wicked.

Mydei barely has time to yelp before strong hands grab his sides. His entire body jerks.

"No- Phainon I swear-" He barks, voice cracking into something far too high-pitched for the crown prince of war and bloodshed.

But it's too late.

Fingers dig into his armpit with expertise, the same spot that made him shriek last time. That one weak point no one else knew about…except this insufferable sunbeam of a man who apparently has memorized every ticklish inch during their previous duel.

A squeak escapes Mydei’s lips before he can clamp them shut. The prince immediately bites back an impending laugh. "ggRrrr...d-deheliverer-!"

Phainon beams at that sound.

That tiny, high-pitched squeak, sends pure joy surging through his chest. He’s merciless now, fingers dancing quickly with one hand on Mydei’s armpit, the other sneaking down to brush against his ribs.

"Come on," Phainon teases between soft chuckles of his own. "Laughter is good for you! Doctor's orders!" Acting as if he was just like Hyacine. How silly.

The steam swirls around them as Mydei thrashes. Not violently, they're both too strong for that, but frantically trying to twist away like a dignified prince who refuses to be humiliated in a public bathhouse.

Which only makes it funner for the deliverer.

Mydei wriggles, his face contorted in a desperate battle between royal composure and uncontrollable laughter.

"iHif you doHont stop riHiHght nohow-!" He gasps, voice wobbling. A giggle bursts out, small but undeniably there and the second it does, Phainon's eyes light up like twin flames.

He shifts tactics instantly: one hand moves from Mydei’s armpit to dart down and tickle the soft spot at his collarbone. 

Mydei jerks so hard water splashes over the edge of the bath. His breath comes in short bursts now as suppressed laughter finally breaks free. A real one this time: sharp…utterly human beneath centuries of armor and the weight of immortality upon him.

"gHahaHA- dehehlivHeehereHEr thiHiHis ihihis chiHildihHish-! stOhOp thiHis ihiHinstHahaHant-!"

Phainon ignores the demand because of course he does. When has any ruler, prince, or god ever stopped him from doing something fun?

He leans in closer through the steamy air, his white hair damp and clinging to his forehead as laughter spills from Mydei’s lips. The kind that makes Phainon’s heart do something silly.

"Childish? But it's fun! Tickletickletickle Mydeimos~!"

This is better than winning any battle. 

Mydei laughing? Unfiltered? Like this?

Precious.

With zero remorse and all the joy of a man who lives for chaos and affection equally, Phainon shifts again and aims both hands at Mydei's hips now.

Mydei collapses into a full, helpless laugh, rich and warm despite his best efforts to sound offended.

It’s the kind of laugh that hasn’t been heard in a long time. The kind that belongs to a boy who once played in palace gardens before curses, betrayals, and immortality stole his joy.

He flails slightly, water sloshing wildly as Phainon's fingers attack both hips relentlessly. His shoulders shake; he can't even form proper words anymore.

"pHhahHAINON IHIHI WIHIIHILL DROHHOWN UHUUHS BOHOHOTH IHIHIF YOHOHOU DOHOHONT CEHAHAHASE-!" 

But it's not threatening at all. Not when he's giggling like this. Not when tears are starting to prickle the corners of his eyes from laughing too hard after so long without reason for it.

Phainon finally shows mercy though.

Or maybe it's the sight of Mydei, crown prince of Kremnos, laughing like a breathless child with tears in his eyes that softens Phainon’s heart into something so tender.

He pulls back just slightly, hands still hovering but no longer attacking. Steam curls behind them. The bathhouse is quiet again except for their heavy breathing and lingering giggles.

For a moment, they just stare at each other. Wet hair clinging to their foreheads.

Mydei gasps slightly, catching his breath as he pants. Already planning his revenge on the deliverer.

Mydei narrows his eyes at Phainon.

Phainon sees the look.

That narrow-eyed, calculating stare. The one Mydei gets right before he strikes back with twice the vengeance.

Before Phainon can even brace himself-

Mydei pounces.

Water splashes as he tackles across the small bath, stronger than his lean frame suggests. In an instant, those prince's long fingers are digging into Phainon’s sides and stomach with zero mercy.

"Your turn." Mydei growls playfully, still breathless from laughing but now fueled by his need for payback.

Phainon shrieks.

The demigod of worldbearing, shrieks like a startled puppy as Mydei’s fingers find his stomach.

"nONoOononoOhoho mydHheheei! yohoOHOOHURE TOOHOHOO STROHOHONG-!!" Phainon protests between bursts of laughter, thrashing slightly but not pushing him away. He can't even defend himself properly.

He tries to twist away but ends up half-submerged in warm water as Mydei mercilessly attacks with both hands.

"MYDHEHEEEI PLEHEHAAHAHASE!! COHOHOME OHOHON!"

Someone would surely slip with the flood they were practically causing by now. But neither paid attention to that. Only Phainon's laughter echoing throughout the baths. 

— This is a tickle blog. If it's not your thing, kindly scroll by.

— This blog is based off Phainon/Khaslana from honkai: star rail. He can fluctuate between the two depending on who is talking to them. (Ex: an ask sent to khaslana will be answered as khaslana, while one for phainon will be answered as phainon.)

— Phainon is bright and a generally cheerful person, much like a puppy. Very friendly.

— Khaslana is quite literally the embodiment of destruction. Though he's been made a little less violent for the sake of this blog.

— This blog is only to be SFW. Suggestive jokes are okay, but NSFW will be deleted.

— DNI if you're an unpleasant person to talk to. (Ex: tr*mp supporter, ice supporter, homophobe, etc.)

— Again, this blog is about TICKLING.

— As for Phainon, he's very ticklish and almost visibly enjoys it too.

— Khaslana on the other hand is also ticklish, but gets a lot more embarrassed by it. (He secretly likes it too.)