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hii can u write smth abt domestic yjh or kdj ?? smth abt them being girl dads got me ✨️✨️

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mini fics: domestic love kdj & yjh

little scenes that popped into my head at this prompt. they are both girl dads, but i couldn't help but include a gilyoung and yoosung-type pair for our squid

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kim dokja

"Dokja?"

The house is quiet. You slip off your business heels, feet padding soundlessly across the hardwood. It is well past the children's bedtime, and you are hoping to enjoy a relaxing evening with your beloved, if only you can locate—

A smile breaks out on your face as you poke your head in your daughter's bedroom.

Dokja is asleep, open book still in his hands as your children snuggle on his either side with loud snores. It's amazing they all fit on the little pink bed. You press a kiss on your son's head. Another on your daughter's. And for your husband, you gently ease the book out from his grip, saving the page as you set it aside.

"...You're back."

You spin around. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"No, I'm glad." Dokja blinks, eyes heavy with sleep. "It was later than I realized."

At the expression on your face, Dokja extracts his arms from around your children and sits up. "Stop it. You aren't to blame," he chides.

You frown. The two of you were missing each other too often, recently. His mornings began earlier, while your evenings ran late. It only cements the decision that has formed in your mind.

Dokja slowly shuffles out of the bed, pausing when the snores stutter. He tucks the blankets under the children as he goes. Then his arms are wrapped around you. Warm. Secure.

"I want to shift to freelance."

It is muffled against his chest. Still, he draws back to look at you and says, "You do?"

You find it difficult to look him in the eye.

"I'm tired of always being gone. Even your job lets you work from home most of the time." The burning passion to work your way up the publishing chain had long since snuffed out. It is only now that you've come to realize it.

"But—"

Your son stirs. You both silently agree to move to your bedroom.

After shedding your suit jacket and pants, you crawl over to lay beside him on the bed. Dokja's face grow pink from your bare legs beneath the button down. You love how even after all these years (and two children, mind you), the sight of you never fails to fluster him.

You kiss the heated skin of his cheeks and twist around him.

Dokja sighs. "I would never ask you to give up anything. You've worked so hard to get there."

You continue to pepper kisses across his skin as you speak.

"I'll shift to copyediting instead of production." A kiss. "I have plenty of possible clients lined up already." Another. "And I can edit from anywhere, at any time." One more. "Then we wouldn't need to call Heewon-ah every time Joonghyuk drags you to his competition—"

"I am his manager."

"—because I would be here with the kids. And more importantly, we can be here together. With them."

Dokja cups your jaw, searching your expression. He pulls you in until your lips meet. It's slow, sure, and cherishing on your mouth.

The taste of home.

"If you're certain," he smiles, "then I think it's a great idea."

A joy fills you sharply, so consuming that you can't do much more than nod, touching your forehead to his to breathe a smile back. Dokja is the sun that melts your previous worries—your fear that he would feel bitter at an investment lost, all of that sacrificed time wasted so you could climb your way up the ladder. The early years of your marriage were strained because of it. He has every right to be resentful that you are choosing to throw it all away now.

Kim Dokja never ceases to amaze you with his love.

"Sooyoung has enough sway to hire me despite her contract," you muse.

"Han Sooyoung," Dokja snorts. "Do you really want to work with such a pain in the ass?"

"You adore her books."

"Yeah, until I met her," he scowls.

"Mm, right."

Dokja pinches your side. You bite the tip of his nose. So he attacks your mouth with his own. Repeatedly.

"Dokja," you mumble against him. He presses you hard into the mattress, deepening. "Dokja." It comes out as a muffled sound.

You are released, but only barely. Dokja tucks your hair behind an ear.

"I'm really happy," he confesses. "Whatever you choose...to be honest, I just want to see you more."

His sincerity makes your heart ache in a sweet, low note.

"I want that too."

That night you both ease into a restful, warm sleep, warmer than it has been in a while. Tangled together so tight that your chest falls the moment his rises.

A steadiness. All is well.

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yoo joonghyuk

Your husband calls out your name, firm, yet urgent. As if something dire requires your immediate attention.

So your pace quickens down the hall. "What happened? Is she—?"

You stare at the scene in front of you.

"Uh..."

"I'm not sure where to go next."

Joonghyuk says this with all the agitation of a man about to cut a wire to defuse a bomb. Like if he lets go, it will explode.

And, well, maybe something would explode. Your daughter, to be exact.

She sits prim and proper in her dad's lap, fiddling with the shiny gold dress on her latest doll and seemingly oblivious to his plight. Four years were enough to learn that your daughter had spent much too much time around her Aunt Mia and her...demanding habits. Your eyes return to Joonghyuk's frantic ones. It is difficult not to laugh.

"I can't even tell what you were going for," you whisper in his ear, crouching.

"The doll."

Ah. The doll was adorned with an intricate, multi-strand braid. It looked like something out of a fantasy novel.

"I used to do this for Mia all the time," your husband mutters. "But I'm out of practice."

"Here. Let me."

You get ahold of the strands, and Joonghyuk immediately flexes his fingers. He peers over your daughter to study the doll, attention as sharp and observant as hers was on it, an unparalleled focus.

"Mommy?"

"I'm just helping your dad a little," you assure. "Your hair looks so beautiful already."

"I know."

You and Joonghyuk exchange amused glances.

"Daddy does everything beautiful."

The worry melts. A soft and well-loved smile lifts Joonghyuk's face instead. There's a feeling in your chest that is feather-light, floating happily, and you let the feeling guide you to plant a kiss on your husband's cheek.

"You're right, sweetheart."

In no time, Joonghyuk has finished the braid, somehow making the plaits look more neat and professional than the mass-produced product. Talented bastard.

He pulls out his phone to take a picture so that your daughter can admire her hair. She oohs and ahhs over it, instructing him to take another next to her doll's, so that she can see the two side-by-side. After, she leaves to return the doll to its home in her room.

You laugh. "Crisis averted."

"Thank you." His arm loops around your waist. "I couldn't have managed it without you."

"Liar." You lean in, teasing.

Joonghyuk draws close. His hair tickles your cheek, his breath on yours.

"No kisses!" shrieks your daughter, running back into the room.

"Why not?" But she doesn't answer and nudges in between you both, snuggling down. "You might mess up your hair."

"Daddy will fix it."

"Oh he will, will he?" Your eyebrow arches up.

Joonghyuk nods firmly. "Yes."

"You spoil her," you say without any real heat.

Because you were spoiled, too, here in this house of three. Both you and your daughter, spoiled by Yoo Joonghyuk's love.

a/n: for kdj's scene, the book he read was "The Princess Bride". it's so perfect for storytelling!

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.☘︎ ݁˖ girlfriend!robin who is so nervous around you at first, stumbling on her words way more than she’d usually do and turning into a blushing mess whenever you so much as ask her a question. gets sooo embarrassed when she says something that comes off dumb but forgets about it once you smile sweetly at her.

.☘︎ ݁˖ girlfriend!robin who loves to have you over at family video, specially when you surprise her with her favorite cookies because you know she’s having a boring shift. has you sitting pretty while she reorganizes the movie tapes and refuses any type of help you offer (unless you give her puppy eyes <3).

.☘︎ ݁˖ girlfriend!robin who drools at sight of you in one of her large sleep t-shirts, throwing you suspiciously long glances until you realize she’s practically begging for a make out. is an absolute sucker for the sloppy kissing at sleepovers, hands slipping under her shirt engulfing you to pull your warm skin closer to her.

.☘︎ ݁˖ girlfriend!robin who rambles about you to steve <33 talking his ear off about how perfect you are and how she hopes she doesn’t ever do something embarrassing that will scare you away. and even though he’s called her whipped multiple times, steve’s glad robin’s found someone and honestly hopes to find a relationship like yours someday. is so protective of the both of you and activates dad mode when someone looks weird at you.

.☘︎ ݁˖ girlfriend!robin who puts you in a pedestal, you are her person and making you feel otherwise is never an option. has so many pictures of you, some of the displayed on her wall next to ones with her friends and one that she keeps on her bag just because <3 you hate quite a few of them because she takes them mostly when you’ve just woken up or are caught of guard but that’s when she thinks you look the prettiest :)

.☘︎ ݁˖ girlfriend!robin who gets unusually touchy everytime you’re with her, subconsciously sitting next to you or standing close. loves to have her pinkie linked with yours when she can’t do more, squeezing you in a tight hug as soon as you’re alone.

.☘︎ ݁˖ girlfriend!robin who knows you’re in the room just by the smell of your perfume. it’s her favorite smell in the whole world and the reason why she steals your clothes more than often. you can be sure that everytime you both cuddle robin will be nuzzling into your neck, pressing kisses there and mumbling about how good you smell <3

.☘︎ ݁˖ girlfriend!robin who mentions you as her lady when talking to other people who know about the both of you, treating it as if you are her literal wife and always brags about you at any chance.

“oh sorry i can’t today, got something planned with my lady.”

.☘︎ ݁˖ girlfriend!robin who is giggly around you, making the silliest jokes ever and laughing at whatever joke you attempt to make, even if it’s a really bad one.

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OOOO OKIEE I GOT SO WORRIED AFTER I MADE THAT REQ OF DOKJA 😞😞😞 HMMMM DOKJA GIVING US KISSES IDGEJSBSJENS (on the lips) im so feral for him im not joking

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PHAINON FIC RECS // mdni!

you always die before I can say it - @/sillyquzes

overstimulation - @/lovegasmic

secret serenity - @/lumiambrose

extra cream! - @/fontainexpert

diet pepsi - @/myyluverr

same but different - @/meowdei

can call me obsessed - @/todoriin

to have loved the burning sun - @/salmonmakiii

neighbor phainon - @/luvlyycy

all yours (mine) in every cycle - @/mxxnlitwonders

bathing with phainon - @/mewnbuns

late at night - @/noisy-seelie

sanctum - @/recareels

bath manual section 6 (Σε λατρεύω) - @/gojosatoruwifey

the psychology of men (a guide to understanding how they work) - @/meowdei

what are ya looking at? - @/blueberrisdove-sideblog (multi)

feral - @/dotpointping

ARE YOU A P★RN STAR? - @/blueberrisdove-sideblog (multi)

retrograde - @/cryoculus

golden girl - @/reminiscingthesea

the grass is warmer by your side - @/earthtooz

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彡 ill with heartbreak and with poison.

pairings, phainon x gn!reader (royal/historical au).

´ˎ˗ ` 𓆩⟡𓆪 summary, phainon swore he hated you. but when you get poisoned, he doesn't know if he'll ever see you again, and that scares him. [4.8k word count.] content, hurt/comfort, angst, implied character death, poisoning, reader is called pretty (though this is gn), amphoreus gang is alive! some things are based of off my own culture, things i've seen and others. one named and unnamed character for plot. ooc? maybe rushed ending. thank you to @your-sleeparalysisdem0n for proofreading!

taglist, @lysarion.

Finally.

Somewhere in the kingdom of Okhema, up in the hills where the royal palace stood tall and imposing, as if reinforcing the idea that the royals had all the power over the kingdom. The afternoon sun revealed itself, warm and glorious, as a certain commander of the guard completed his daily training. 

Phainon raised his left arm to wipe the beads of sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand after dropping his wooden sword on the ground, which clattered momentarily next to him. He collapsed down on the training ground floor, trying to catch his breath after a long training session. With an expression of fatigue, his fleeting moment of serenity was interrupted when the gongs sounded, a rhythmic clanking alerting the palace — and soon, the rest of the kingdom — that, along with the sun today, the start of summer had arrived.

Summer…

Reluctantly, Phainon’s thoughts swirled back to last summer solstice. He was training, but he wasn’t alone; for he had his darling co-commander of the guard training alongside him that afternoon. Filled with laughter and chatter, he felt safe, at home; training with you was always a delight. Now, the beginning of summer only served to irritate him — he knew he would only be reminded of you. And other things that he couldn’t bring himself to remember.

“I never want to see you again!”

Now, you were the person he despised the most. The person he held nothing but scathing hatred for.

And his mood dampened even more when he thought of the great feast being held in the evening. Another thing ruined by you — or rather, by your fallout. His seat was always allotted right next to you. At the very least, he wasn’t required to attend dinners; his space was a mere formality.

But this dinner wasn’t up to him to decide whether or not he wanted to come. It was mandatory, and that meant seeing your face for the first time in weeks. The last time he was given the displeasure of seeing you was when you had to plan an attack on some enemy soldiers in the village, but even that short meeting was more than he could bear. How would he be able to do this?

Phainon didn’t usually see your face around here after your fallout. Even though it’d been months since he’d ended his friendship with you, it was always an odd feeling, that you were no longer allowed to stay with him. Even though the rest of the world had no idea what had happened; it was a personal matter. For all they knew, you and him were just as close as ever.

But, Phainon supposed, the summer solstice celebration was indeed crucial to your kingdom. He sighed, a sound that sounded more like a surly scoff than anything, and slowly stood up. Somehow, he was going to force himself to endure this. He had to, though.

–

Even trying to talk to someone who wanted nothing to do with you proved to be more difficult than you could possibly imagine. You had to, though.

“Phainon! Phainon, wait!” You rushed after him, the desire to tell him what you wanted to becoming a need. He could hear you for sure, but you were certain that he was ignoring you — this was something you often practiced yourself, after all — ignoring people if you were in no mood to talk. You increased your pace before turning and halting in front of him, trying your best to ignore the glare he gave you and how it never failed to slice through your fragile heart. But you had decided a long time ago that he should never see you crumble again. “Phainon…” 

He regarded you, indignant and visibly vexed by your stubborn self, but looked away. Clearly, he wasn’t going to talk to you, so you had to just come out with it before he lost his patience with you outright. “Phainon, listen to me.” You made sure nobody was listening in on you before whispering quietly. “…Someone here is after your life. I don’t know what for. I don’t know who it is. I only know this much. Be careful — Please.” 

He believed your words the moment they left your lips.

Though it didn’t show outwardly, he considered your words. You don’t lie to him. Not even nowadays. And the panic in your tone… But how would you know this to begin with? He wished he hadn’t shoved past you so that he wouldn’t have to come back and ask, but now he’d moved on, and now he’d have to believe you. And it seemed one of the princes had caught your attention; it would be rude to come back into the conversation. Somebody was trying to kill him, huh? He’d better watch out.

– 

There was much enthusiasm and spirit in the air of the banquet hall, you had to admit. It was all so lovely; it always was. But you were certainly not keen on seeing Phainon again. No, you wanted to, but you couldn’t say the same thing about him who’d spoken so harshly to you, venom dripping down his lips the day that…

That…

The thoughts plaguing your mind suddenly receded, and you were happy to be given a brief moment of respite from guilt… though even that subsided quickly at the sight of your co-commander. Who, by the way, did not try to glance your way even once — almost as though he was forcing himself to do so. No. He hated you for sure.

Though it was the expected reaction, you couldn’t deny the painful pang in your chest. Maybe a part of you thought he would treat you kindly after your warning, perhaps? It was a foolish thought, one that vanished as quickly as it had entered your delusional mind. 

The tension between the two of you was almost palpable. Throughout the speeches from the king, and all that followed before the servants with dishes in hand streamed into the hall, lining up the table in colorful rows of food that would usually make your mouth water, but you felt your stomach tighten incessantly. A maid that had put food on your plate gave it to you, the sign to start soon — though the food looked positively wretched, what with the queasy feeling in your stomach. You wanted out.

Ignoring it, you began your meal. It was all fine at first, other than a food making its way on your plate that you swore you had told the maid you hated, she knew that. And then, the first waves of nausea coursed through your body. Your lungs closed, tightened, a headache coming on too. Phainon mustn't have realized, but that was better for you. You hastily excused yourself, making your way to your bedroom. And surely, you couldn’t have possibly known that that was the last time you’d ever leave your bedroom for a long time.

–

“Happy Summer Solstice, Commander!”

After that lavish dinner, which Phainon felt he couldn’t have hated more even if he tried, he was ready to retire to his bed. But while he made his way to his room, while a handful of servants offered him a Happy Summer Solstice paired with respectful bows, his ears caught on something he heard Lady Tribbie utter to Lady Aglaea. 

“...Commander [Name] was poisoned, Agy.” 

All of Phainon’s movements ceased. Now he froze in place, and his heart leapt in his throat. You? Poisoned? There was no way. But it made sense, nonetheless. Your obvious discomfort during the dinner — that, in all honesty, he believed he was the cause of — and you had even left a little earlier as well. What had happened? Tribbie continued, as if reading his thoughts.

“Yes, they could not breathe, and when they went to their room, the maids claimed they heard a loud thud and when they checked, Commander [Name] had collapsed. Once they were able to wake them up… they started vomiting… they had a splitting headache, they were dizzy… and the medics don’t understand what’s wrong with them. That they look as though they’ll get worse.”

“It seems like a very potent poison,” Lady Aglaea hummed thoughtfully. “I shall discreetly alert the king to send his finest medics and physicians to her aid, to ensure no civilian of our kingdom learns about this.” 

Lady Tribbie agreed. “We should do our best as to not bring about panic to the kingdom and the palace, if there really is something going on.” She must’ve noticed the way Phainon simply stared. A flash of sympathy passed through her brilliant blue eyes as she turned her gaze towards him. As Aglaea left, Phainon made his way towards Tribbie, trying and failing to stop the thudding of his heart against his ribcage. 

“What’s happened, Lady Tribbie?” Phainon asked, although he had heard every word Tribbie said before clearly. This was not an uncommon occurrence, where a noble — royal family or not — was poisoned. Due to hatred, bribery, jealousy? What had you done to deserve this? 

Though he could think of a reason himself.

“This-this is… this is all your fault! Why did I trust you with this?”

“Commander [Name] was poisoned, and the medics believe it was sometime during the banquet. They don’t understand what type of poison it is due to the symptoms not making much sense together. They are concluding… that it’s a new poison. And that it’s going to take time to find a cure, if that turns out to be true.”

–

Recent tensions forced Phainon to drown himself into his work, now needing to take your workload as well due to your illness. Another reason you irked him. Though, he supposed, that wasn’t quite your fault. You’d be happy to take up his work for his sake if it ever came to it.

That didn’t stop him from hearing about the news of your investigation from a few close friends. Mydeimos was another royal knight from the Kingdom of Castum Kremnos, here in Amphoreus this year. From him, he learned, supposedly, the cooks were being questioned in the palace, and that the head cook was being put in prison for the time being, along with the servant who had given you your plate. Fortunately, a lead turned up. A servant came in around the time the dishes were being served, where he had no reason to, not being a servant assigned to plate the royals’ dishes. The maid was distracted by his talking, and something could have happened then. Or couldn’t. There’s no telling if a person lies or tells the truth; there never is. And, Phainon frowned, she couldn’t recognize him. A man with dusty blonde hair, whom she had never seen up until that moment. Nothing was fitting together, but even that was better than nothing at all.

–

You fell into a coma a week or so later. Phainon’s worries only seemed to increase. First, he had all his duties as a commander that kept piling up. Just two weeks ago, there was a report that more enemy soldiers were invading villages on the coasts of Okhema; when would he get a rest? His ongoing struggles with you, your ominous warning of someone who wished to kill him — and now, why he couldn’t understand why he felt so concerned for someone who he’s supposed to hate.

“Then you can forget our friendship too.” 

Phainon pinned the ornate badge of allegiance onto his tunic, given only to you and him. Something the two of you shared. As he stared into the mirror, his only companion being his undesirable thoughts, he pictured the days around last summer solstice, you right next to him. The morning sunlight created a dappled painting, a mosaic of light. A whole year had passed, but he remembered this scene clearly. You were early on this specific day, ready to wake him up and all dressed in your finest clothes. He turned towards his bed. You sat there like it was your own, chatting his ear off about something you were gonna do that day, you and.. You and…

Her. 

But she’s gone. And you’re here. It’s nearly been a year… then why? Why does he hate the sight of your face? The sound of your voice? The curve of your sweet smile. Sometimes, a person does something without having seen the whole picture. Your fallout was something like that.

The urge to check up on you was strong.

Before beginning his duties, he made his way towards the room in which you were kept in, Hyacine nodding her head in greeting and other nurses shuffled around, working tirelessly to tend to you. He supposed it wouldn’t matter if he came to see you, you wouldn’t know. You lay on a bed, pale as a ghost. Sweating buckets, and it seemed as though you could not breathe, even asleep. Breathing fast, breathing heavily. Within an hour, how could all of this have happened? Before, you were well, as far as he knew, and now…

“She’s only deteriorating,” The head nurse’s voice sounded faintly behind him, and he missed a part of what she’d said. It’s fine. “Her breathing is more erratic, her pulse is slowing fast. She has a fever now. She cries in her sleep, my dear. I have not seen these symptoms together in all my years of work.” She dabbed a wet cloth at your forehead, and you shook from chills. 

Bad news. And you looked so much worse. Pale. Thin. You lips were dry and colorless. 

The head nurse scoffed. “What are the guards doing? If there was truly an outsider who had managed to put poison into her food, poor thing, they should’ve been more careful,” she sighed. “Miss [Name] had her whole future ahead of her. But Phainon…”

She looked up at him sympathetically. “Phainon. Look at me, my dear,” And Phainon could not have stared into her eyes any more intensely even if he tried. His hands were clammy, a feeling of dread washed over him like an icy wave, no — a tsunami, threatening to consume him.

“I don’t want you to have false hope. I’m sorry, but… it would take a miracle now to save her. And miracles don’t happen in real life, Phainon. Not unless somebody came in with an antidote, even right now. I truly am sorry, my dear.”

A moment of silence passed. A flicker of grief passed through his eyes, and then acceptance. He tried to force a smile, force a facade, but any person could have seen that knowing this now, hearing from somebody that you were likely not going to make it, it felt all too real. Too familiar.

“You were supposed to protect her! She- she’s dead! Look at her [Name], goddammit, she’s dead!”

He staggered out of the room, every nurse giving him a sympathetic look as he walked, before he finally slumped into a chair lined against the wall of the hallway outside the medics’. He ran a shaky hand through his hair, before burying his face into that hand,  contemplating the head nurse’s words again. Now they were imprinted into his mind. If anyone walked through the hallway at the time — in fact, someone must have — they would have noticed his slumped figure. His shallow breath. The single teardrop that rolled down his cheek and onto the carpet.

–

Nothing new was heard for another few weeks. You were only growing paler, thinner, more sickly. Honestly? He visited every day after that. So that when you died — if you died — he would remember the mapping of your face forever. Not that you didn’t have any portraits; in fact, there were even a few alongside him. The two of you seemed to be paired all the time. All the time. But of course, your beauty was unparalleled, and the real thing was always better. 

He then quickly squashed down that thought. You were pretty. You were pretty, yes, but he didn’t think of you that way! He didn’t? Didn’t he? Ugh… a part of him realized he was starting to think about you like you were friends again, missing you, but another, weaker part of him wished to deny it. You did something. He couldn’t forget that.

“Commander Phainon!” Mydei’s voice rang out from behind him, the sense of urgency and his wheezy breathing alerting him that he’d ran to get him; and that something was going on. “...We found the… bastard… that poisoned Commander [Name].”

–

Mydei explained that everyone’s belongings were searched, and eventually a peasant who had only recently started working as a servant had a strange herb and powder in his bag. When he was not able to provide evidence about what it was, the smell being somewhat similar to another poison the medics had studied, he was brought for questioning. There was also a chance that the herbs could be used to make an antidote, according to Lady Hyacine. Phainon’s mouth quirked up at the thought.

But that would take too much time.

The two burst into the room where Lady Castorice, Lady Aglaea, Lady Tribbie and some guards were standing, disgust and curiosity written on each of their faces. In the middle of the room, a man was tied to a post, his face bloody and bruised. Just what was happening? This was the man? 

A soldier was gripping his chin tight, before letting go and hitting his face with four or five slaps. “C’mon! Say something. Not so tough now, are you?” The soldier halted at Lady Tribbie’s direction, Phainon stepping into the circle. He felt nothing but contempt for the man.

“Why did you poison the Commander? …What were your motives?” Phainon tried to keep emotion from seeping through his speech, not because he didn’t want to seem like he was one of the most affected by this whole ordeal — but for something else entirely. Even then, one could tell just how much he cared even though he shouldn’t have, because grief and anger really do mess with the human mind, but in this case, it was fear. Fear of losing someone whom he had wasted about a year without. Something he regretted, but finding out the motives of the murderer and delivering fair justice was the most important thing if they could not hope to find an antidote.

After a beat of silence, the man spoke up. “You all misunderstand. You especially.” He gestured to Phainon with the look in his eyes. Dark and dangerous. No one spoke.

“ …It wasn’t her I was trying to poison, I was trying to poison you.” At once, the room fell into a cacophony of shocked gasps and whispers. So, the suffering you had been subjected to was meant for himself? Poor you, caught up in something that wasn’t even your fault… but, indeed, you had a part of this still. “I was paid to do it.” As though that would lessen his punishment.

Another new piece of information, however. 

“Who? Who is paying you to kill off one of the most important figures in the palace? Does your safety not mean anything to you? Commander Phainon fights to protect you. The rest of you civilians." Aglaea asked, disappointment evident in her voice.

“Oh please, you nobles — royal family, royal guard or not — don’t see us commoners as humans. Do you? You can’t tell me ya do,” he spat at Lady Aglaea, to which she recoiled. “You spend all your money on your silks and ballgowns and jewels while the rest of us are struggling to afford bread for our families.”

“Enough. I will ask again; who is paying you? For what reason does this person wish to kill a commander?” Aglaea asked once again, but the man could see that she was beginning to lose her composure. This irritating man was clever and sly, and he could see a way he could, perhaps, lessen the punishment and gain something for his own benefit. Commander [Name], he knew, was the name of someone dear to just about everyone in the palace.

“Oh, I don’t know… I don’t quite remember his name… I need something to jog my memory, it seems…” 

Mydei snorted at his words, gritting his teeth and readying his fist to deliver a sharp punch if he needed to. “I can think of more than one way to jog your memory, you—” 

“Mydeimos.” At Aglaea’s intense glare, Mydei stopped himself. “Do you want gold coins, you weasel? A lesser sentence? Because I promise you, you aren’t getting anything out of this. I will give you one last chance,” Aglaea fixed him with a threatening look, “or this will turn uglier than it has to be.”

“You don’t scare me, Aglaea.”

“That’s Lady Aglaea to you. I am your future ruler; do not forget that fact unless you wish to—” 

“Wish to—”

“That’s enough!” Phainon’s voice pierced through the room, halting everyone’s speech, movements, and even thoughts. Aglaea cleared her throat, stepping back and giving Phainon a relieved glance. “...Fine. If you tell us who put you up to this, your sentence will be lessened. Resist further,” Phainon drawled out, unsheathing his sword for effect, “And you will know a fate more horrifying than anything you could possibly imagine.” 

Perhaps Phainon meant it, or perhaps he didn’t — only the heavens knew. In your case, he would have acted like this no matter what’d happened, whoever had wronged you, and now, he found he was beginning to accept that the time spent wondering which of the days you spent practically dead from the world would mean your actual death; which day the royal family would mourn, and mourn for seven days, because you were not just a commander.

You were Commander [Name], the most important person alongside himself in the guard, someone’s family, someone’s friend, someone who’d be missed by all who truly knew the boundaries between black and white, evil and good. A symbol of justice throughout these lands. And to him, you were his best friend.

Losing you… 

It didn’t matter now. Phainon waited with bated breath while the man seemed to think about it. The price of trying to harm a noble varied based on his or her rank. Commanders… It was an execution if a commander had died. An attempted murder or a non-fatal attack would be cutting off hands. Would he rather have his hands cut off, or something else entirely? Even jail time was more appealing than anything at that moment. And no matter what, he hated the monarchy. 

Included the prince that had put him up to the task. The one who had planted the herbs back into his belongings after he had messed up his mission. Indeed, he was supposed to kill Phainon of the faraway land of Aedes Elysiae, not you. Not you, because he… well…

Bingo.

The foolish prince had thought that with the promise of money that this man really did need, but he saw a chance to bring him down and gain, too. He had some of the money promised to him on him, as a bonus. “...Prince Meletius.” 

Nobody spoke then, either.

Castorice, who had silently been observing until then, decided to speak. To “But… but why? What does he have to do with Phainon?” Phainon himself could make a guess.

“He’s foolishly in love with Commander [Name]. Around a week ago, Meletius was walking around the palace, as he told me.” It was preparation for the summer solstice, after all. All the nobles visited earlier. “And he heard you, Lady Castorice, and Aglaea talking about something. Care to guess?”

The two in question looked at each other, for a second; and then it clicked. “Phainon’s marriage to [Name].” The two of them muttered at the same time. This was news to just about everyone. Tribbie spoke next.

“...What I mean is, we were planning to wed you two in the coming weeks, of course if you had both agreed to it. But of course, now… [Name] is ill and…” she started. “But, that makes sense. If Meletius was in love with them, he must’ve wanted to poison Phainon so that they couldn’t get married.”

Phainon hummed, his voice not betraying his emotions, but his face was starting to heat up. “Our plates must’ve been swapped. Come to think of it, I noticed one of the things I asked for in my plate not being there, and I’m pretty sure [Name] voiced confusion on something on her plate they didn’t ask for. I, uh, ignored it. And…”

“...They told me, prior to the banquet, that… someone was after my life.” Castorice covered her mouth in surprise at Phainon’s admission. The only thing that they didn’t know now was how you came to know about it, and if you were going to be alright at all. 

But Meletius would not get away with this. 

–

The princes lashed around as guards seized him, he would be exiled from the kingdom forever, as a prince. Never allowed to even set foot into Okhema. The man was going to serve a couple years in jail, while before, he was going to get hanged. And got some extra money from it, too. At the very least, he could feed his family with the money.

Now it had been around three months since you last opened your eyes… He stood on the balcony, watching as the sun rose. Of course, he was going to go see you, but then the gongs started to ring.

The ones inside the palace. Something had happened.

He checked outside his door, gesturing to a guard in confusion, before people outside started to chant, “Commander [Name] has woken up! Commander [Name] has woken up!” And never, he thought, had he ever run as fast as he did then.

–

When he opened the doors of your room, people were already there, helping you sit up. There was definitely a difference to your complexion, and you were living and breathing — and then you looked up at him.

“Ph-Phainon…” You whispered. And then you felt your lungs tighten when Phainon enveloped you in a warm hug. “H-hey!” He pulled away so he could look at your face, you were very much baffled by his hug — wasn’t he supposed to hate you? 

“[Name]...” He leaned closer, and only then could you tell that his hands were shaky, trembling, like the rest of him. His eyes roved over your form as though checking if you were real, as if what he was seeing was complete. 

It seemed, you thought, that he wanted you now. And that was enough, after everything that had happened. Thank Professor Anaxagoras for his contribution too. Lady Aglaea didn’t seem nearly as annoyed with him as she usually was after he had prepared the antidote using Hyacine’s help.

–

A couple of weeks passed. You had regained your strength and were currently training with him. This was exactly what happened last year, you remembered. He swung his wooden sword at you, and you could parry his attack, this time with twice the strength. You missed this, and he did too. 

He grabbed a drink of water from the well, giving it to you before taking his own and taking a seat in the grass. The sunlight danced on your face, enhancing your beauty even more if it was possible. You looked at him, tired, but wondering. 

“Do you forgive me?”

The question had caught Phainon by surprise, but it was just the type of question Phainon expected you to ask, something the two of you tried to work your way around, but your relationship couldn’t move forward if you didn’t ask him. Even as fiances. 

You understood, maybe, that he missed you… but…

“It wasn’t your fault. Cyrene’s death, I mean. I was… angry at you for… choosing to protect me over her.. over yourself, as well.” He sighed, his gaze not meeting your own, but you weren't trying to look at him, either. “That wasn’t your fault, no, not at all. You couldn’t save one of us without sacrificing another, and that ended up being Cyrene.” He then looked up at you, a bittersweet smile on his face. “But I shouldn’t have treated you like that. I do forgive you, not that I needed to. Being apart from you… always, constantly thinking what would happen if you died…”

He moved closer to you, before brushing his lips again in a sweet, soft, saccharine kiss. To his pleasure, you reciprocated. Being apart from you, I realized I shouldn’t have wasted that year without you. It wasn't worth it at all. You’re the only person that matters now.

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seeing my og flamereaver and phainon twin fic au used in art and other fics make me so happy 😭😭

Hello! I saw your event page and wanted to try requesting for triplets Phainon au, which have the Flame Reaver, Phainon and Khaslana as brothers. I hope you’ll consider this and thank you for the amazing art all the time 🥹🫶✨

Very interesting au, I also made it a modern college au because I want peace and happiness

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heewon & soohee fics masterlist

hi red, hope ya seein this and u like it, you definitely aced everything. you my goat fr

jhw x reader

soohee! (han sooyoung x jung heewon)

hsy texts with reader

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jhw hc's

!?!?!?!? 😨😨

- Heewon has zero chill when it comes to your safety. Someone gives you a weird look on the street? She's stepping in front of you like, "Can I help you?" She’s not even trying to be threatening—it’s just the way she is

- Cooking? Not really her forte. But she will learn your favorite dish just so she can make it for you after a long day. And she will stare at you until you take another bite. "Eat. Now. Or else." (The "or else" is just more food.)

- Game night? She’s either super intense or suspiciously bad on purpose so you win. If you win too easily, she gets pouty. If you beat her in a fighting game? She demands a rematch until she reclaims her honor.

- She’s not super verbal with love, but makes it so obvious. So expect forehead flicks, shoulder bumps, and the occasional smiles at you with her ear tips turning red.

- I have made a fic on this and i will still yap abt this. She carries a small bunny charm present on her sword which reminds her of you. SHE WILL SHOW IT OFF 🗣️

- She always smells faintly like sandalwood and the powder they use to make their grip stronger. Her uniform is crisp. Her stance? Perfect. You’ve caught her practicing alone more than once and she looks so fuckin hot while practicing and im giggling rn

- She’s not obvious about her jealousy. She just stands really, really close when people talk to you. Hand grazing yours. Eyes narrowed. If you lean into her a little, she gets smug and just puts her hands on your waist while groaning about how she wants to go away from there.

- Her hands are work and beautiful. Calloused palms. Slight bruising along the knuckles from hours of gripping the hilt. Faint, faded scars from blade mishaps she doesn’t talk about cuz she just wants to impress you 💔They’re rough and strong, but when she cups your cheek? It’s like she’s terrified she’ll leave a mark and gets cuteness agression sm.

- Heewon doesn’t flaunt it, but when she trains in a tank top or pulls her hair back into a bun, you see it. Defined arms. The kind of strength you only get from repetition —shoulders and back rippling every time she lifts her sword. You once traced the muscles along her bicep when she was lying next to you and she froze. Nearly passed out from fluster. THIS WOMAN IS SO FINE 🤤

- You hug her from behind while she’s stretching after sword practice? Congratulations. You've unlocked soft sleepy forehead kisses and a gruff. - She kisses you specifically when you’re rambling too much. You’ll be like “Anyway so I was thinking maybe we could—” And boom, kiss. she just looks smug at you and continues whatever she was doing

She sits like a guy in his third year of unemployment even though she's 100 percent empl*yed. Legs spread, back slouched, sipping iced coffee and then always pulls you onto her lap

Would ONE-HUNDRED PERCENT MAKE YOU WEAR HER CLOTHES ON GODD. Like her white buttoned shirt. just loosely on you and then she just kisses you all over your neck 🫡

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soohee 🫡

biker heewon and author sooyoung omvmtrkjgktrv

It starts with a lie.

“So what do you do exactly?” Jung Heewon asks, leaning back on the café’s metal chair, one arm draped casually over the backrest, the other stirring iced black coffee with a straw she’s too lazy to drink from.

Han Sooyoung looks up from her laptop. Her hair is tied in the loosest, messiest ponytail possible despite her hair being in a short bob, pen behind her ear, half a page of dialogue blinking at her from the screen. She’s wearing black glasses, focused on the screen.

“I kill people,” she replies dryly, typing another sentence. “Mostly by stabbing.”

Heewon smirks lazily. “Writer, then?”

"Oh, aren't you so smart? Do you want a cookie?" yes sooyoung she wants ur cookie

Jung Heewon chuckles, low and warm, the kind that starts deep in her chest and rumbles up through her throat. It’s a sound Sooyoung doesn’t hear often, but when she does, she secretly wants to bottle it up and replay it like her favorite song. Instead, she rolls her eyes, pushes up her glasses, and pretends she’s not affected

“You're so smug for someone who's been sitting here for an hour and only written, what, twelve words?” Heewon leans forward, peering at the blinking cursor on Sooyoung’s laptop screen. “Very productive murder spree you’re on.”

“Are you always this annoying,” Sooyoung mutters, slapping the laptop shut with one hand and snatching her iced Americano with the other, “or is it just around me?”

“I’ve been told it’s a gift.” Heewon grins, toothy and a little dangerous like the playful side of a husky.

She’s in her go-to black jacket, worn-in and patched from years of use, sleeves pushed up to her elbows. There’s a thin scar on her forearm that Sooyoung has traced before—drunk, maybe, or just curious—and Heewon had let her. Her fingers, resting on the back of her chair, are bandaged in two places. Sooyoung knows the bruises under them a bit too well.

“You’re staring,” Heewon says, sipping her coffee finally. “You got something on your mind, author-nim?”

“Yeah,” Sooyoung says. “Thinking about how I could kill you in a novel and no one would suspect a thing.”

“You already did,” Heewon shrugs. “Chapter twelve. Brutal, by the way.”

“You read it?” Sooyoung blinks, caught off guard.

“Of course I did. You gave me a copy and said, and I quote, ‘Read it so you’ll finally understand literature, you sword-swinging himbo.’”

“God, you’re hopeless.” “If I'm hopeless, then I can't imagine what you ar.e”

That shuts Sooyoung up for a second. She looks away, feigning interest in a couple passing by outside the café, but the flush on her ears betrays her.

Sooyoung’s hand tightens around her cup. “If I write you off a cliff, will you stop talking?”

"If that's what you want to think." Little did she know that Han Sooyoung was writing about how soft her lips would be and how her hands would wander across her body

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texts with hsy

im jsut gay for her idk. anyways lowkey suggestive i love hsy and mentions of yoohankim, soohee and bisexual panic

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sfw. ok, but like…can you imagine a yandere!howl pendragon? i would quite literally cry if this man was obsessed with me because like…

• you can’t run away. calcifer will most likely snitch on you. after all, he is howl’s heart

• even if you think you’re safe, you’re not. howl can disguise as who he pleases—it’s just mimicking their personalities and speech that are the issue. for all you know, yandere!howl could disguise himself as some random old lady to keep a close eye on you

— before he snatches you up to take you back to the castle ofc 😌

• you already know you’re going to be sleeping in his room, right beside him. yandere!howl doesn’t want you going anywhere. he wants you to stay at the castle…with him, calcifer, markl, where he knows you’re safe

• you don’t want to see him get mad, do you? if you anger him, then you risk yandere!howl transforming into one of his creature-like forms or worse: he’ll throw a tantrum.

— and trust me when i say that it’s hard to convince him to calm down, so good luck, soldier 🫡 you’re gonna need it

• when he comes back to the castle after being gone for days on end, yandere!howl will make it his sole mission to make it up to you by giving you your favorite flowers, cooking food for everyone, pampering you in anyway he can, and giving you lots of affection (as if he doesn’t do that already)

— you will admit…it is nice seeing someone be hopelessly devoted to you the way yandere!howl is

• what can he say? he’s clingy

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please be okay… lads x reader smau

you get into a bad argument with the lads men, and before you can make up you get into an accident.

* heavy angst no comfort, car crashes, caleb uses the word ‘bitch’, probably some spelling/grammar mistakes , fem!reader

if u guys want i CAN make a part 2 but it might be very similar to part 3 of mission gone wrong!!

ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb

me: okay guys i’ll write fluff now after writing all that angst

my asks: no

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hii how are u! i love your work sm <3

can u please do lads boys + reader who’s usually very chatty and talkative but suddenly stops spamming them cuz she thinks that it annoys him or that shes being too much

thank you!

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 | LADS + when you stop being talkative

warnings: hurt + comfort, hints at toxic behaviors, talk of physical restraint (caleb) also thank you sm for loving my work!! ❤️❤️

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── xavier

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── zayne

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── rafayel

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── sylus

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── caleb