#Amphoreus

[quinii09]

No. Not happening. NOT ON MY WATCH.

[myderis]

honeycakes ꒱ mydei 'n fem reader ᰔ fluff ⊹ word count 0.4k

MYDEIMOS had never been one for idle indulgences, but here he was, standing before you with a carefully wrapped Golden Honeycake in his hands. He had noticed, of course—how your hunger struck at the same hours every day, how your eyes would flit toward food stalls but you’d brush it off with a laugh. It was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.

So why had he gone through the trouble of making this for you? The scent of warm honey and spice wraps around you as you take a bite of the fluffy cakes. The delicate flavors melt on your tongue, sweet and rich, as you hum in delight, savoring the treat before glancing up at the man who gave it to you.

“Mydei, why do you even carry these around?” you ask, tilting your head. His entire frame stiffens. A warrior, a prince, a legend in his own right—reduced to a flustered mess by a simple question. His lips part, then close, his golden eyes darting anywhere but at you. “I… I just happened to have them.”

A pause.

“…In perfect condition?”

“Yes.”

“Still warm?”

“…Yes.”

You raise a brow, and he clears his throat, clearly thinking of a way out. “You’re always hungry at this hour. A warrior should never fight on an empty stomach so—” He stops, realizing he’s said too much.

For a moment, you consider teasing him, pressing the matter further just to see that rare, adorable panic cross his face again. But the honeycake is far too delicious, and honestly, the warmth of his thoughtfulness lingers just as sweetly. So instead, you simply nod, offering him a small, grateful smile before taking another bite.

Mydei watches you. Not in a strange or unsettling way—he just… watches. He never thought something as simple as eating could make his heart race like this. You’re radiant in the glow of the never-setting sun, utterly content, and for a moment, he forgets where he is.

What have you done to me? How is it possible that the battlefield, the weight of his name, the blood-stained history of his family…none of it matters as much as this? As much as you?

A voice pulls him back.

“Mydei?” He blinks, suddenly aware that you’ve been calling his name. You’re looking at him now, curious and slightly concerned. “I wanted to share the honeycakes with you,” you say, holding a piece out toward him. He doesn’t deserve this. But gods, he wants it. 

Taking the offered piece, his fingers brush against yours—warm, fleeting, but enough to make him a nervous wreck. The battlefield is where his heart should be hardened, not softened by the sight of you enjoying a simple treat.

The mighty prince of Kremnos, the undying Mydeimos, is in love.

© MYDERIS. do not translate, plagiarize, or steal my work.

[maidflowery]

VALENTINE DAY 14 FEBRUARY 2025 : MYDEI

It's a shame that there's no Aventurine version, hahahaha... My Aventurine-centric blog status is under threat every day.

FYI, I gave him g l i s t e n i n g chocolate.

[amethystthe]

scrumptious art...

eats with gusto

[milkychaa]

Reader who isn't from their world so struggles under the constant scrutiny and un-welcome feeling while being in the IPC with no where else to go, that is until the fateful visit of the Astral Express. Newly appointed Astral Express reader who still finds it hard to open up but tries to smile. Astral Express reader who begins to treat Dan Heng and March as her younger siblings. Astral Express reader who is fiercely loyal to her family members of the Express and almost rips Cocolia apart when she watched her stab Trailblazer. Astral Express reader who is not afraid to showcase her 'keen intrest' in the beautiful foxians of the Xianzhou Loufu (and when the Xianzhou Zhunming trio visit Dan Heng and March have to hold her back). Astral Express Reader who was the first to welcome Sunday and regularly plays the piano with him. Reader who enjoys playing dress up with PomPom. Astral Express reader who talks for hours with Welt (aka old man) about animation. Astral Express reader who quite enjoys Himeko's tea (claims it is an 'aquired taste'). Astral Express reader who enjoys the spontaneous spar matches she has with March and Trailblazer. Astral Express reader who finds herself enjoying Herta's company from time to time while snacking on Ruan Mei's latest invention. Astral Express reader who stays behind to take care of March during the Amphorous. Astral Express reader who finds herself pacing her room at night when Dan Heng and Trailblazer are MIA. Astral Express reader who continues to remain on board the Express when the others go down to Amphorous....

(to be continued maybe)

[sviteer]

Anaxagoras

[erogothica]

deeply in love with his bf

[degeneratewhores]

Lrodnyoi know I'm about to end myself this shit so beautiful I'm in tears UNREQUITED LOVEEEE FUCK YEAAA

"to your never, to my nothings" ; phainon

premise— he had never known the extent of his affection, of his adoration, until he had looked for you everywhere he went, searching for a semblance of you in a crowd. an unfortunate thing, however, as everyone knows that he likes you, except you.  content tags & warnings — pairing: phainon x gn!reader | one-sided pining (somehow), fluff, v3.0 trailblaze mission mentioned and used, lovesick phainon i advocate, reader is a normal citizen, phainon worries about reader, not proofread | wc: 1.4k | tagging: @felibrary

"jellyfish" — i hit my shin against the edge of the table while i was writing this and i nearly died

Not a single person is unaware of the affections a certain Chrysos Heir holds towards you.

The three children who bear different smiles were the first to notice—subtle, fleeting glimpses that betrayed PHAINON's carefully composed facade. They see the gleam in his eyes, talking—or gossiping—it among themselves even as he stands right there, lips pressed into a thin line, unable to protest without confirming their suspicions. The heat creeping up his neck is answer enough.

He can’t say anything against it, but only asking them to not tell anyone about it, albeit they tease him further. However, nothing can escape the golden threads of a certain demigod as the man found himself conversing in a topic about the weight of his feelings and the weight of his responsibility.

Then guess what happens after? Yes, news travels fast—like wildfire carried by the idle breeze—reaching Mydei because how come he also has something to say?

And of course; “Lord Phainon, your ears are red.” The lady, adorned with flowers, would say as they walked away from your store after the man himself insisted that he had to check on something, on you. Phainon brushes it off, muttering something about the weather being unusually warm. Albeit his deflection is as transparent as glass and the only thing helping him is the fact that he's a step ahead and Castorice couldn’t see the red that dusts his cheek.

He knows he adores you, and perhaps it is a terrible thing that he loves you more than he loves himself, because your name itself reverberates through the hollow chambers of a heart that beats only for you, his thoughts composing a fine melody that yearns for you to feel the same. And when the Titan of Strife had come to strike the city, the tremble of his fingers and the falter of his composure disturbed the calm waters of his gaze. 

“The city is under attack!”

The sound of rubble crashing down, a cloud of dust and thick smoke consuming the place, chaos and screams everywhere filling all of his senses. His eyes flick over from one place to another, his feet never stopping as he runs, brandishing his blade against titankins who stand in his way. His gaze searched for you amidst the fire and debris but you were nowhere to be found; he had asked citizens for any sights of you and got nothing at the same.

Fear seeps into his skin, violently clawing and numbing him, an icy grip tightening around his chest. But before he could let the feeling consume him, a fragile, desperate voice pierces through the haze of destruction.

“Phainon!” His head whips around so quickly you fear it could have snapped in half. A blur of smoke and shattered concrete, and then, you’re there. Relief washed over him like a violent wave and he nearly dropped his claymore at once; the heavy weight that dragged his footsteps against pavement became light, his legs moving before his mind could catch up, and before you could even comprehend it, you’re pulled in a tight embrace.

“You’re alright.” He says, low and breathless, his voice trembling as words stumble out, scratched with exhaustion and raw relief. You feel him relax as you pat his back, comforting him as the warmth of his own spill into yours. 

Phainon releases you moments after, his hands lingering as he checks up on you for any wounds you might have. His expression doesn’t relent and you have to reassure him that you’re fine—but he doesn’t believe you, not until he’s certain with his own eyes. However, his fingers brush against a spot on your arm, and before you can stifle it, a wince slips past your lips.

Thus, he sees it—a gash that begins from your forearm, extending to near your elbow, and his face tightens with a grimace. You jerk your arm away instinctively, turning from him to hide the wound, and the gesture cuts deeper than you intend. His lips part, trembling slightly, trying to find the words to say.

His hand tries to reach for you but it simply hangs in the air, hesitation lingering in his bones, and it falls away to his side.

“Phainon,” You say firmly, your gaze stilling on him, laced with conviction as if nothing he will say will move you. “ I’m okay, but there are others who are not.”

“But—”

“You must go.”

He is reminded of his responsibility once more, of the constant voice of his duty whispering against his ear, of the weight of the prophecy and his title—it draws a blatant line between you and him, making him fearful to cross it.

A bitter smile crosses your lips when you see his reluctance, your voice taking on a gentler tone when you speak: “It’s alright, I’ll be fine, so don’t worry about me.” Your words don't scour the tension on his shoulders but it managed to carve away the sharp edges of his worry. Not entirely, but enough. He exhales a slow, weary sigh—a quiet surrender—and steps closer. 

Without a word, Phainon tears a strip of fabric from his cape, the sound of ripping cloth sharp against the quiet between you. The chaos, the sound of destruction around you seem to have faded into nothing as the world holds its breath for the two of you. 

His hands move with practiced care, fingers steady despite the storm lingering behind his eyes. He wraps the makeshift bandage around your wound, his touch feather-light, as if afraid you might shatter under the weight of it. His brows furrowed with concentration, but there’s a softness there too, woven into the way he avoids pressing too hard, the way his thumb brushes over your skin like an apology he can’t speak aloud. All the while, you watch him, listening as he tells you to look for the High Priest, Tribios, for safety.

You don’t say a word, instead, you just nod, because it’s easier than admitting the fear clawing at your ribs. His hand hovers near yours, as if he wants to say more, do more—but instead, he steps back, leaving a hollow space where his warmth had just been.

And he leaves.

But you, the recipient of these affections, however, is oblivious. The very person who mistakes every small gesture, every stolen glance, every carefully chosen word, as nothing more than the courtesy of a Chrysos Heir fulfilling his duty. You dismiss his offers of assistance with casual gratitude, his thoughtful gifts as tokens of mere friendship. You brush off the moments when his gaze lingers too long, the way his voice softens when it’s your name on his lips.

“You’re a great friend, Phainon.” You’ve told him once. Friend. Friend. The word itself echoes, clinging to the corners of his mind, a bittersweet anthem that both comforts and torments. He wears the title with a quiet resignation, even as his soul yearns for more.

But who was he to expect more? After all, he’s not pursuing you with grand gestures or bold confessions, the way love stories are. Yet, it’s the small things that betray him—the quiet, unnoticed acts that slip through the cracks of his careful restraint.  Like how he willingly takes the longest routes, detours woven into his path with the fragile hope of glimpsing you by chance. Like how his hands seem to find trinkets and gifts that remind him of you, delicate offerings tucked into his pockets until he can gather the courage to present them, just to see that fleeting smile bloom on your lips.

And it is never for the hope of you liking him back. But surely, surely you should notice.

Maybe it’s the way his voice falters slightly when he says your name, or how his gaze softens in a crowd when he finds you, like a lighthouse catching sight of home. Maybe it’s the silence between his words, filled with everything he wishes he could say but can't because his feelings are messy, irrational things—and yet, here he is, drowning in them.

Maybe it’s the way he stands a little too close, but not close enough, like the distance is both a comfort and a curse. 

But you don’t notice. And perhaps you never will.

Yet, even if his words remain unheard, even if his gestures remain unseen, even if you’ll never know, he finds solace in being able to adore you from afar. The fire consumes him quietly, burning bright and unseen, tucked beneath the layers of his being. And he carries it quietly, like a secret melody only he can hear—serene, enduring, and his alone, etched not in words, but in the spaces between.

© AZULLUMI. plagiarism of any form and type, stealing, copying, translating, reposting my works on other platforms is NOT permitted.

[applealchemist]

you know i talk about how ratio looks and acts like he should be from amphoreus but if he isn't, i genuinely hope he still shows up. like imagine you're a chrysos heir and this dude who looks AND acts like he's from amphoreus shows up randomly and the outlanders now who he is and he knows them? and you come to learn that this dude who fits so perfectly in that you wouldn't even bat an eye if he said he was from amphoreus just. isn't from amphoreus?? it'd be funny to see how the chrysos heirs would react to him, it would genuinely be so funny. this is the only way i'm accepting dr ratio not being from amphoreus

[chwrrylace]

─── ❝ NIRVANA ❞

SUMMARY ; Phainon and Mydei finally embrace their long-denied feelings, sealing years of longing with a single, undeniable kiss

PHAINON & MYDEI x fem!reader. (separate)

CONTENT ; mutual pinning, kissing, idk

WORD COUNT ; 🤷‍♀️

A/N ; potential ooc since its my first time writing for them

── .✦ 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐍

𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐔𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 shifting lights, its skyline painted in the gentle glow of bioluminescent flora and neon-drenched pathways. The distant hum of life, muted laughter, and the quiet ripple of water beneath floating platforms created a symphony of serenity—one Phainon had never taken the time to appreciate until now.

Tonight, the stars felt closer than ever.

“You shouldn’t linger alone,” a voice murmured, warm despite its caution. The familiar timbre sent a shiver down Phainon’s spine before they even turned to meet your gaze.

“You found me,” Phainon said, a ghost of a smile playing at their lips. “Of course you did.”

You exhaled softly, stepping closer. The glow of the city reflected in Phainon’s azure eyes, casting them in an almost ethereal light. The two of you had danced around this moment for longer than either of you dared to admit. Conversations stretched just a little too long, gazes lingering beyond what could be dismissed as casual, touches that felt like promises neither of you had yet dared to keep.

“I always find you,” you admitted. “No matter how far you run.”

Phainon chuckled, though there was something wistful in the sound. “And yet, I wonder—do you truly know what you seek?”

The air between you was charged, electric with unspoken words and stolen glances. You had spent years circling each other, bound by duty, by circumstance, by the cruel joke of time itself. Always close, never enough. Until now.

“I do,” you said, with the kind of certainty that left no room for doubt. “Do you?”

Phainon hesitated. Not out of uncertainty—but because they had known their answer long before tonight. Before Amphoreus, before the stars bore witness to your inevitable gravity.

They reached for you then, hesitant fingers brushing against yours. A silent question. A quiet surrender. You answered by closing the distance, letting your foreheads touch in a moment that felt more intimate than anything else ever could.

The city pulsed around you, yet in this moment, the universe had never been quieter.

“You don’t have to run anymore,” you whispered.

Phainon let out a breath, one they hadn’t realized they had been holding for what felt like a lifetime. Their fingers tightened around yours, an unspoken promise taking shape in the space between heartbeats.

“I know.”

And when they finally closed the distance between you, it wasn’t just a kiss.

It was the silence between heartbeats, the space where everything else faded.

── .✦ 𝐌𝐘𝐃𝐄𝐈

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐔𝐒 flickered like distant stars, their golden glow casting soft ripples over the tranquil waters below. Mydei stood at the edge of the city’s elevated walkways, the hum of civilization a quiet murmur beneath the steady beat of his heart. He had always found solace in the night, in the spaces where silence spoke louder than words.

“You always disappear when the celebrations begin.”

Your voice reached him before you did, familiar, grounding. Mydei didn’t turn immediately, letting the words settle in the air between you like an unfinished melody. Then, slowly, he glanced over his shoulder, and there you were—bathed in the warm glow of the lanterns, looking at him the way you always had. As if you saw him, truly.

He huffed a quiet laugh. “And yet, you always find me.”

You stepped closer, careful but unrelenting, as though you knew this moment had been waiting for far too long. The weight of unspoken confessions lingered in the space between you, in the fleeting touches and sidelong glances you had exchanged across years of companionship, of battles fought side by side, of emotions too tangled to name.

“You don’t have to keep running,” you murmured. “Not from me.”

Mydei’s fingers curled at his sides, his pulse a steady rhythm against the chaos of what he felt. For so long, he had kept himself at a distance, believing that some things—some feelings—were too dangerous to claim. But you had never wavered, had never once stopped reaching for him even when he made it impossible.

And now, here you were. Still reaching.

A slow exhale left his lips. “I know.”

Then, tentatively, he lifted a hand—brushing against yours, the simplest touch igniting something deep, something inevitable. The city’s glow reflected in his golden eyes as he met your gaze, steady and unguarded for the first time.

“You’ve always known, haven’t you?” he whispered, a hint of amusement threading through his voice.

You smiled. “I have.”

The distance between you disappeared, and when your lips finally met, it wasn’t just an answer.

It was everything that can never be exchanged with words.

© chwrrylace — all rights reserved. even when credited, these works are prohibited to be reposted, translated or modified

[freyzrc]

16.

Phainon~ Happy valentine's day! 🍫 (Can't wait for Mydei banner- 🥺💕

[cananmelia-blog]

For yesterday Valentine, Phainon 👀💘

Phainon be like :

Chocolate and rose 😊✅

Instant Noodle cup ✅✅💘💕⁉️💯🥺

[gojosatoruwifey]

hear me out - 'i won't say i'm in love' with reader and phainon

[rune-ko]

Bathe in gold

I love Aglaea so much and finally finished the pic of her right when the 3.2 trailer dropped. Can't decide if I should draw Mydei or Anaxa next aaaa

[lostinthewronguniverse]

Can we talk about how all the characters act like Phainon is the main character, but Mydei is clearly the main character?

[fluffettis]

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