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aventurineswife · 2 days ago

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Hello Sweetheart! I have returned once more to lend you an idea, a request if you may—for Mydei. If you’re feeling spicy, you could add Aventurine for some self indulgence on your part. Or a separate character you think would be fitting for the prompt!

I found an audio I thought would be adorable, perhaps our reader reminiscing with their partner or soon-to-be partner. Mutual pinning may work as well… either way! I have a dialog for reference this time around.

Fluffy goodness! Warm laughter, perhaps some sort of confession if they aren’t already established. Up to you! Enjoy 💙🫶

“You’re not what I thought you’d be like”

“Mean and scary?”

“Yeah-“

“Yeah, well. I actually thought, you’d be mean and scary too.”

“Me??”

“Terrifying!”

“You were the one I never knew I needed”

Summary: You and Mydei share a quiet evening after a long day of traveling. While relaxing, you play an old recording where you recall your initial misconceptions about Mydei being "mean and scary," which leads to a playful conversation between the two of you. As the conversation progresses, you confess that Mydei isn’t what you thought he would be, revealing a side of him that is caring and gentle. Both of you reflect on the bond that’s grown between you, with Mydei subtly hinting at his feelings for you, leading to a soft, unspoken confession of mutual affection.

Tags: Mydei x Reader, Fluff, Mutual Pinning, Slow Burn, Romantic Confessions, Character Development, Light Humor.

A/N: thank you for the req, love! 🤭💖

The night air in the cozy inn was quiet, save for the crackling of a small fire that warmed the room. You and Mydei sat across from each other, the light flickering gently on his features as you both relaxed after a long day of traveling. The usual tension that came with his presence had melted away, replaced by a warmth that had become more and more familiar over the past few weeks.

You couldn’t help but smile as you listened to the soft hum of the evening. It was hard to imagine that only a short time ago, you’d barely known this man—this fierce warrior who, by all accounts, should have been intimidating, cold, and ruthless. Instead, you’d come to know Mydei as someone who, while still fiercely loyal to his cause, was far more complex, with layers that revealed themselves only to those close to him.

“I found something earlier today,” you said, your voice soft as you glanced at him. “A... recording. It reminded me of you.”

“Oh?” Mydei raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “What’s this about?”

You chuckled, shaking your head as you brought up the audio on your device. It was a simple recording, just a little snippet of your voice from a while back, talking to yourself in a way that now seemed amusing. You played it, the words from a much younger you echoing in the room.

"You're not what I thought you'd be like."

“Mean and scary?” Mydei’s voice rumbled through the room, amusement flickering in his eyes as he teased you.

“Yeah—” you heard your younger self say on the recording. “Yeah, well. I actually thought you’d be mean and scary too.”

“Me??” Mydei’s tone was light, a playful challenge in his voice as he leaned forward, meeting your gaze. “Terrifying!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the way he delivered the line, that same glint of humor now so familiar to you. The recording was an amusing relic of your past assumptions, but now, sitting across from the man who had defied those assumptions in every way, it was a reminder of how far your relationship had come.

“Terrifying, huh?” you teased, leaning back with a smile. “I guess that’s one way to describe you.”

Mydei leaned back in his chair too, his eyes never leaving yours. There was a certain softness to his gaze now, one that made your heart flutter despite yourself. He hadn’t said anything out loud, but his silence spoke volumes.

You cleared your throat, feeling a mix of warmth and uncertainty. “You know… I never thought I’d end up here, with you. You’re not what I thought you’d be like, either.”

He tilted his head, waiting for you to continue.

“I thought you were all sharp edges and cold determination,” you confessed, your voice softer now, “but… there’s a lot more to you than that, isn’t there?”

Mydei’s eyes softened, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I think you’ve seen more of me than anyone else,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “That’s why I’m glad you’re here.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, the weight of them not lost on you. You had grown so accustomed to the warrior he appeared to be—fearless, unyielding. But in the quiet moments like this, you saw the man beneath that exterior. The one who cared more deeply than he often let on. The one who had fought for his kingdom, for the people he loved, and for the future he dreamed of.

And maybe, just maybe, for someone like you.

Your gaze met his, and for a moment, neither of you said anything. The silence between you was filled with unspoken understanding.

“Hey,” you broke the quiet, your voice soft. “I… I’m glad you’re not what I thought you’d be.”

His smile widened just a little, a touch of warmth in his eyes. “I’m glad you’re not what I thought you’d be either.”

You laughed softly, the sound filling the room, and for once, it didn’t feel like you were the only one taking a leap of faith. Maybe Mydei wasn’t as terrifying as you thought, and maybe, just maybe, you weren’t the only one who had begun to feel something more.

“So,” you said, your voice teasing as you leaned forward a little, “when are you going to admit that you’ve fallen for me?”

Mydei’s expression shifted, a flicker of uncertainty passing through his eyes, but it was gone so quickly that you almost missed it. He leaned in too, his voice low as he spoke.

“I’d never admit that.”

You raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Oh really?”

“No,” he replied, his gaze meeting yours with such intensity that it stole the breath from your lungs. “Because I’m not sure I need to. Not when you already know.”

And just like that, the last of the tension between you both seemed to dissipate, leaving only the warmth of the fire and the shared understanding in the space between you.

The future—whatever it might hold—seemed a little brighter now.

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heliosunny · 21 hours ago

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Yandere!Mydei x Knight!Reader

[part 1]

You were sent to assassinate Prince Mydei, the heir of a kingdom feared for its brutality. Slipping into the royal palace undetected, you finally make your move only for him to stop you effortlessly.

Rather than ordering your execution, Mydei claims you. As a cruel punishment, he forces you to disguise yourself as his personal knight, making you stand by his side at all times, protecting the very man you once tried to kill.

The golden candlelight flickers as you press a dagger to Prince Mydei’s throat, its cold steel biting against his skin. His golden eyes gleam, not with fear, but with something far more unsettling—amusement.

“You’re bold” he murmurs, lips curling into a smirk.

He should be calling for his guards. He should be fighting back. Instead, he leans into the knife.

For the first time in your career, hesitation seeps into your grip. He isn’t afraid. He isn’t struggling. He wanted this.

“Go on” he breathes, voice as soft as silk. “Kill me if you can.”

Your fingers tense— And then, everything shifts.

A blur of movement. A crushing grip. Pain flares as Mydei twists your wrist, the dagger clattering to the marble floor. Before you can react, he slams you against the wall, his fingers curling around your throat.

“Did you really think it would be that easy?” Mydei chuckles, his golden eyes glowing like molten gold in the dim light. His grip tightens, just enough to remind you who is in control.

His gaze lingers, sweeping over you like a predator savoring its prey. There’s no anger, no fear—only fascination.

“How disappointing” he sighs, though his smirk never wavers. “But don’t worry. I won’t kill you. No… you interest me far too much for that.”

His lips brush against your ear as he delivers the words that seal your fate:

“You belong to me now.”

The royal armor feels heavy on your shoulders. The crest of Okhema's knight gleams proudly on your chestplate, a mockery of your enslavement.

Prince Mydei watches you from his throne, his golden eyes glowing with amusement.

“How does it feel?” he asks smoothly, resting his chin against his palm. “To wear the colors of the kingdom you sought to destroy?”

Your hands clench into fists, nails digging into your palms. You hate this. Hate him.

He knows. And he delights in it.

“Come now, little knight” Mydei hums, rising gracefully from his throne. He steps toward you, his presence suffocating. His gloved fingers ghost along the sword at your hip, the one he gave you. A cruel joke, as if you would ever use it to protect him.

“You will stand by my side” he murmurs, his golden eyes locking onto yours. “You will guard me, fight for me, kill for me. And should you ever think of betrayal again—” he tilts your chin up with two fingers, his touch light but unshakable, “I will remind you who owns you.”

Your blood runs cold. You were once a killer, a shadow in the night. Now, you are Mydei’s most treasured knight, his captive, his obsession. “I understand.”

And no matter how much you wish to drive a blade through his heart, you know one thing for certain:

Prince Mydei will never let you go.

The throne room is silent except for the rhythmic clink of your armor as you kneel before Prince Mydei, golden banners draped behind him. His piercing eyes rest on you, filled with quiet amusement.

“Rise, my knight.”

You grit your teeth but obey, standing before him in full royal armor. You feel suffocated, weighed down—not by the metal, but by the mockery of it all.

“You’ve done well adjusting” Mydei muses, resting his chin in his palm. “But I wonder… how far does that loyalty go?”

Your body tenses.

The heavy doors creak open. Two royal guards drag a bound figure into the chamber, their face bruised, their breath ragged. You recognize them instantly.

Your contact. The one who had arranged your failed assassination attempt on Mydei.

“You know them, don’t you?” Mydei asks, his tone light. He rises from his throne, stepping toward the bound figure, tilting their chin up with a gloved hand. “They’re the one who sent you to kill me. How interesting…”

Your pulse pounds in your ears.

“So, my loyal knight” Mydei purrs, turning to you, his golden eyes glowing with delight. “Shall I consider this unfinished business? Why don’t you finish what you started?”

A blade gleams in the dim candlelight. Mydei extends it to you—an executioner’s weapon, cold and polished.

“Kill them.”

Your fingers twitch. You’ve taken countless lives before, without hesitation, without guilt. But this… this is different.

Your contact meets your gaze, eyes pleading. If you refuse, Mydei will kill them himself. Or worse.

You hesitate.

“Ah…” Mydei hums, stepping closer, his breath ghosting near your ear. “You hesitate. How cruel.” His fingers graze your wrist, slow and deliberate. “Did you really think I wouldn’t test you?”

Your throat tightens.

“This is simple, Y/n” he whispers, his grip tightening slightly. “You belong to me now. Your blade belongs to me. Show me.”

Your grip tightens around the hilt.

Kill them—or betray him. Night falls over the royal palace, but your torment does not end.

The execution-your choice still lingers on your hands. The weight of it, heavier than any blade you’ve ever held.

In the grand chamber, Mydei watches you from his seat by the fire. He has been silent, waiting. Watching. Enjoying your torment.

“Are you sulking?” he finally speaks, voice teasing. “How ungrateful. I spared your life, gave you a purpose. And yet, you frown as if I took something from you.”

Your freedom. Your identity. Your will.

Your jaw clenches. “You-”

But he only smiles, seeing through you as he always does.

“You’re beginning to understand, aren’t you?” Mydei murmurs, rising from his chair. He walks toward you slowly, as if savoring the moment. “You can resist me, fight me, hate me… but in the end, you will always be mine.”

You take a step back. He follows.

Finally, the wall greets your back.

He forced you to look up to meet his glowing eyes.

“And the sooner you accept that, my dear knight…” his voice dips into something dangerously soft, intoxicating, “the sooner I will make this so much easier for you.”

His lips brush dangerously close to your ear.

“You will not escape me.”

You hate him.

You fear him.

And yet, as his warmth surrounds you, you know he’s right.

The grand ballroom of the palace is alive with music and laughter, golden chandeliers reflecting off polished marble floors. Nobles from across the empire gather, their silken robes shimmering under the light.

You stand at Mydei’s side, forced into the role of his personal knight, wearing the crest like a brand of ownership. You loathe every moment of it: the whispered glances, the knowing smiles, the way Mydei’s golden eyes flicker with amusement whenever he catches you tensing.

But the true danger of the night comes in the form of Lord Aldric, a noble from a neighboring kingdom.

“Your Majesty, you have quite the remarkable knight” Aldric muses, swirling his wine as he appraises you with interest.

“Efficient. Strong. And quite… stunning” he continues, his tone dipping into something suggestive. His blue eyes meet yours, and there is a challenge in them, one that makes your stomach twist. “It is rare to see such talent outside the royal guard. Tell me, dear knight, have you ever considered serving another lord?”

The air shifts.

Prince Mydei is still smiling, his golden eyes bright with amusement—but you know better. That is not a look of joy. That is a look of warning.

“My knight?” Mydei hums, tilting his head slightly as if contemplating something. His voice is still smooth, still elegant, but there is an edge beneath it, a sharpness like a blade hidden beneath silk. “How interesting that you would assume they have a choice.”

Lord Aldric chuckles, taking a step closer to you, seemingly unaware or perhaps unconcerned—by the storm brewing behind Mydei’s golden gaze.

“Surely, even knights deserve the freedom to choose whom they serve, Your Highness.” Aldric presses, his smirk deepening. “Or is this one particularly… special?”

For a moment, no one speaks.

“Kneel.”

Mydei’s voice cuts through the ballroom like a blade.

You freeze. The room stills. The musicians falter for a brief second before quickly recovering, but all eyes have turned to you now.

The weight of his command settles over you like chains.

This is not a request. This is a display.

Your jaw clenches, your hands curling into fists at your sides. Mydei is forcing you to submit in front of everyone, making it clear to Aldric and to the entire court—exactly who you belong to.

But defying him here, in front of so many witnesses… would be a mistake.

Slowly, with every ounce of hatred burning in your veins, you lower yourself onto one knee, bowing your head.

Satisfied, Mydei steps forward, tilting your chin up with his gloved fingers. His eyes gleam with satisfaction, his touch both cruel and intoxicating.

“You speak of freedom, Lord Aldric.” he muses, not even sparing the noble a glance. “But my knight already knows their place.” His fingers trace along your jaw- a mockery of affection, a silent reminder of his control.

“Don’t you, my dear?”

The room waits. Your heart pounds, but you know the answer he wants. The answer he expects.

“Yes… Your majesty” you grit out.

Mydei smiles.

“Good.” he murmurs, his touch lingering just long enough to make your skin crawl before he finally releases you.

You rise to your feet, your pride crushed beneath the weight of his amusement, the court’s whispers echoing around you like a thousand daggers.

But the night is not over.

Later that night, the golden glow of the ballroom is replaced by the cold darkness of Mydei’s private chambers. The door clicks shut behind you, and you realize you are alone with him.

“You were quiet tonight” Mydei muses, pacing toward you with slow, deliberate steps. “Did Lord Aldric’s words tempt you, my knight?” he asks, his voice soft, almost mocking. “Did you enjoy his attention?”

You glare at him, refusing to answer.

He laughs. Such dangerous sound—low, smooth, curling around you like silk tightening into a noose.

“You see, I was going to let it go...” he sighs, reaching for a wine glass, swirling its contents lazily. “But then, I noticed something.”

He takes a step closer.

You stand your ground.

“You didn’t pull away when he touched you.”

He noticed. Of course he did.

“Are you growing bold, my dear?” Mydei whispers, setting the glass aside as he reaches out, his gloved fingers grazing your wrist. “Do you think another could ever take you from me?”

“They cannot” he assures you, voice dipped in deadly certainty. His grip tightens enough to remind you that he could. “You are mine.”

He leans in, his breath warm against your skin.

“And I do not share.”

Despite the shiver runs down your spine, you refuse to move, refuse to let him see any weakness. Mydei chuckles softly, sensing your defiance.

“That’s alright” he murmurs, his fingers trailing along your jaw, tilting your chin up, “I enjoy reminding you.”

Mydei may have spared Aldric tonight, but the next time someone looks at you like that…

They won’t live to see the sunrise.

#yandere x reader #yandere #hsr x reader #hsr mydei #mydei x reader #mydei #mydeimos #honkai star rail mydei #honkai star rail #hsr x you #yandere hsr

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mydeicakie · 1 day ago

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𓍯𓂃. 𝓛𝓘𝓣𝓣𝓛𝓔 𝓓𝓞𝓛𝓛 — riding Mydei’s abs (mdni)

Your hands pressed against Mydei's stomach, fingers twitching as you steadied yourself atop the hard ridges of his abs. He leaned back on his elbows, watching you with that lazy, knowing smirk, golden eyes gleaming in the dim light.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice thick with amusement. “So eager, my little doll. Are you sure you can handle this?” His fingers traced slow, teasing circles along your thighs, his touch deliberate-testing, waiting. You swallowed hard, heat pooling in your chest as his smirk widened. “Go on, then,” he purred. “Show me how much you want it.”

You gripped his shoulders, the muscles beneath your fingers taut as you steadied yourself, each movement making your breath catch. Mydei's smirk deepened, and his eyes locked onto yours, filled with a quiet, predatory amusement.

“You're so cute when you try to play tough,” he murmured, voice low and dripping with affection and teasing.

His hand slid down your side, fingers brushing the edge of your waist before he gave a light, possessive squeeze. “But you don't have to pretend. I know what you want, little doll.”

Your pulse raced, the heat between you growing. You couldn't find the words to answer, your chest rising and falling with each shaky breath.

Mydei's gaze softened, just a fraction, before he leaned forward slightly, his lips brushing your ear. “C'mon, baby,” he cooed, his voice a blend of sweetness and something darker, almost dangerous. “I won't bite. Unless you beg me to.”

You felt the heat spread across your face, a soft shiver running through you as his hands moved with deliberate slowness, taking their time. He seemed to savor the way your body reacted to his every touch, his every word.

“Show me, sweetheart,” he said, his tone almost too gentle as his fingers traced lazy patterns along your hips. "How much you want it..how much you want me.”

You were trembling, your body restless as you moved, your hands braced against Mydei's sculpted chest, feeling the heat radiating off of him. Every shift of your hips, every subtle motion, only made the ache between your legs grow. Your breaths came out in uneven gasps, the pressure building with each passing second.

Mydei's golden eyes never left you, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he watched you, enjoying the way your body betrayed you. His fingers lightly grazed your skin, moving in slow, teasing circles around your thighs, and you couldn't suppress the quiet whimper that escaped your throat.

“Can't hide it, can you?” he murmured, his voice low and filled with that teasing arrogance you were both drawn to and frustrated by. He knew exactly how much you wanted this, how much you needed him, and the knowledge made your skin burn.

You squirmed on top of him, unable to stay still any longer, desperate for some release, but every time you moved, it only made the tension in your body rise higher. The sound of your uneven breathing filled the room as you leaned forward, pressing your forehead to his, feeling the hardness of his abs beneath you.

He let out a low chuckle. “You're so cute when you try to hold it together. Just let go, little doll. You know I've got you.”

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maidflowery · 22 hours ago

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POV: You Drunkenly Attacked Mydei (1)

Read from LEFT to RIGHT

The mass has speaketh and asketh for Mydei. So, without further ado, page 1 of this degeneliteracy.

Page 1, 2

If this gets >100 notes, page 2 will appear faster? >:3c

Other in this series ~You Drunkenly Attacked:

Phainon

Dr. Ratio

My Ko-Fi~

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heidilylovely · 3 days ago

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𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐎 𝐍𝐎 𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐎𝐊𝐔 - 𝐌𝐘𝐃𝐄𝐈 𝐗 𝐅.𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑! Prologue

Words: 5000

Genre: G.N Reader (Fluff, Angst!)

Summary: Mydei, the Undying Man of fights!, crashed into a strange world of pink blossoms after a unknown accident.... Bloodied and broken, He now is in...place where they say GLORY TO THE ALMIGHTY SHOGUN OF INAZUMA BAKUFU, NARUKAMI OGOSHO, DESTROYER OF OROBASHI, RAIDEN SHOGUN BAAL, AND HER EVERLASTING REIGN AND PURSUIT OF ETERNITY.

This is my first fanfic, I'm so sorry if I made his character a lil too annoying. (Yes, This is a isekai fic)

Carelessness will be one's downfall…

Oh, isn't it just? Isn't that what he always said, the one who spoke such wisdom? A prophecy spoken by lips now cursed, now enshrined in their own wreckage. But who was he? A fool who dared speak of carelessness as though it could be avoided, as if such a thing existed outside of the grand, terrible dance of fate. A dance you don’t lead, and neither does he. He. The one who had the audacity to believe that he could avoid the inevitable. Mydeimos, the undying. Or should I say Mydei, warrior of Okhema, knight in cursed armor, the one who would never escape his own destiny, even if he tried. A man marked by chaos, for his existence alone is anarchy incarnate.

If you wish to understand him, to seek the core of who he is—watch. Watch him as he fights, as he rips apart those who dare cross his path. Witness him, for he’ll let you in. He’ll let you see the poison that courses through his veins, the curse that binds him in ways even he doesn’t fully understand. Watch him—fight him if you must—though I wouldn’t advise it. He’s not someone you defeat. He is the fight, the war, the consequence.

Kremnos. The land swallowed by mist, drenched in endless fog that hides more than it reveals. A city torn apart by its own violence, riven by the wars of its people, its rulers, its gods. A place where blood runs like rivers, and not all of it is the blood of the innocent. Oh no, not at all. Patricide runs in the veins of the royal family, stained deep. A god watches over this land, and that god is the harbinger of calamity itself. Their name, their very presence—destruction, inevitability, chaos—what else could Kremnos be but a living nightmare, forever bound to its dark fate?

But Mydeimos, he stands apart from the rest, doesn’t he? Oh, he’s a lion among sheep, a beast with a hunger that none can tame. The undying one, cursed by immortality, walking the path that leads to nothing but suffering and madness.

Ah, but who speaks of the prince of this land? Who speaks of the heir to the throne of Chrysos? The one who seeks the Coreflame of Strife, who would chase that burning heart of war like a moth to a flame. His path is laid before him, one of bloodshed, violence, agony. For Mydeimos, fate is not just cruel, it is demanding. He will suffer a thousand deaths, each one a testament to his unbreakable resolve. He will wade through rivers of blood, as the bodies of those he has slain litter his way home. He will carry the madness of his fate like a crown, because to be great, one must bear the burden of madness alone. Only by slaying a god can one become a god. This is the truth he faces, the truth he cannot escape.

The iron-hooves of his warhorses pound relentlessly across the land, shaking the earth beneath them. Their march is a harbinger of doom, a warning that nothing can stand in their way. And yet, despite the thunderous sound of their coming, they too are doomed. They too will be stained by the blood of their homeland, for nothing is sacred in this war. Not even the soil beneath their feet. They march ever onward, though they know not what they will find. Only that they must march, and march, and march.

Ah, the prince. The prince of Kremnos. They sing his name in whispers, in fearful reverence. All hail the prince. They say it, they shout it, they tremble in the wake of his footsteps. But what do they know of him, really? They only know the surface, the child’s play of it all. They do not see the man beneath the crown, the one who fights not for glory but for survival. They do not understand the weight of the crown upon his brow, the madness that burns in his veins. They think him untouchable, but oh, how wrong they are. If they knew what it took to be him, they would understand that the true fight with Mydeimos is not in the clash of steel, but in the wreckage that follows. The aftershocks alone would break them.

He despises the hero. The brave, cocky hero who believes that he is the answer to everything. The one who stands before Mydeimos with wide eyes and false conviction, spouting lines of nobility that mean nothing in the end. Oh, that hero, so energetic, so full of life—but a fool nonetheless. A fool who thinks he is invincible, who believes that his curse is just a test of his strength. He’s a man of his word, sure, but what good is a word when it’s bound to the chains of fate? What good is honor when fate itself is a liar?

But Mydeimos, he knows this. He knows what it is to be bound by a curse. A curse of death, a curse of life. His very existence is a contradiction, a mockery of life itself. He is Mydeimos the Undying, cursed to die, yet unable to escape his immortality

He needs to… eliminate Nikador… But why isn’t he healed yet? Why does it still linger, this stupid curse?

He is Mydeimos the Undying, the very name carved into legend, and yet—his curse is dying. A paradox. An irony he can’t escape. The irony of being immortal, yet NOW! He can't heal now, of being trapped in the agony of death that never comes. He was supposed to be....—but now, he can’t even repair the damage done to his body. The curse—

What happened? How did it all go wrong? He was just trying to kill the invader, to protect what little remained of his fractured world. And then—the Titans. There was a power overload. A surge. It was like the heavens themselves had cracked open, and from that rift, the orb was created.

But now he can’t even remember the details. The shock of it all, the chaos—he was just trying to defend his.....citizens...

Perhaps there was a spell cast on him, something that twisted his fate, that altered the very core of who he was. Could it be? The Garden of Recollection. The invader was from there, wasn’t he? The garden, where memories twist and time is but a fragile illusion.

The invader got angry, didn’t he? Mydeimos remembers that much—rage, intense, raw, as if the very air itself burned. And that’s when it happened, when everything spiraled out of control. The magic, the power. Something triggered a chain reaction. And now, here he stands, caught between two impossibilities—immortal yet dying, a warrior without a cure. He doesn't know. He doesn't know how to fix it.

This… this is his nightmare. A fate worse than death. To be undying, yet unable to heal...

And then—flooding.

Flooding, like an overwhelming tide that rises from nowhere, drowning everything in its wake. Not water, not anything earthly—but something worse. Something vast, something cosmic. It began to pull him in, like a force beyond comprehension. The cosmos. He was no longer bound by the soil of Kremnos, no longer confined to the realm he knew. His body, his mind, his very soul were swallowed by something greater, something unrelenting. The stars themselves began to flicker as he fell through the void, spiraling endlessly through a cosmos that had no mercy.

It was red. The light, the hue—it consumed everything. The very fabric of reality bent under the weight of the red, as if the stars themselves were bleeding. And then came the cubes. Strange, geometric forms, glowing with an eerie intensity, reaching out, surrounding him, pulling him into their grasp. They came from everywhere and nowhere. They took him. They took him, not to save him, but to prevent something. Something far worse than the curse of dying. Something that only he could understand.

He fought against them, tried to break free. His body screamed in defiance, his will more potent than ever..

He fell, deeper still, spiraling through the burning fire, the light swallowing him whole until—silence.

The fall slowed. The fire faded, replaced by a soft, unexpected calm.

The world around him shifted, and for a moment, he thought he was trapped in some endless, deceptive dream. The place he landed was unlike any place he’d ever known.

It was... peaceful.

He hit the ground with a sickening thud, his injured body scraping across the earth. His limbs screamed in agony, the damage from his battles still fresh, his curse a constant, gnawing ache beneath his skin. But this new place—the one he found himself in, sprawled on the ground—was an insult to his very being. A place of serenity, of gentleness, when he had known nothing but war, chaos, and the blood-soaked battlefield.

The ground was soft, carpeted with pale pink petals. They scattered across the earth like delicate confetti, fluttering lightly in the wind. It took him a moment to realize what they were—sakura petals. Soft, beautiful things that danced in the breeze, mocking him with their tranquility.

He hated it. He hated how peaceful it was. He wanted nothing more than to destroy the calm, to tear apart this place that made him feel so out of place, so weak. He had never known peace, never truly understood it. The soft petals beneath him were a cruel reminder of everything he had lost, everything he would never have.

The landscape stretched out before him, like a dream of gentle beauty. Tall trees, their branches heavy with blossoms, stood like silent sentinels, as though guarding a secret he could never access. The petals from the trees fell lazily, blanketing the air in a soft pink hue that seemed to glow against the pale blue sky. The atmosphere was calm, still, as if time had paused altogether.

But none of it mattered to him. It was foreign. Wrong. The gentle hum of the wind, the stillness of the space—it grated against his every instinct. He had fought for his life, fought to survive, and now, here he was—broken and battered, lying in a place that begged for rest. Rest? Rest had never been an option for him.

He tried to push himself up, but his body refused to cooperate. The effort was futile. The pain was too much. His injuries were too severe. His cursed immortality had brought him here, but it couldn’t heal him, couldn’t save him. He wasn’t sure if this was a prison or some twisted joke of fate.

There was something wrong about the stillness, something unsettling in how the beauty seemed to mock him. His hands, bloodied and bruised, gripped at the ground beneath him, but there was no fight left in him. The world around him hummed with an eerie peace that cut through him like a blade. He was a warrior, a prince—and now, here he was, lying in a world that expected nothing but submission, nothing but quiet acceptance.

He gritted his teeth, his breath ragged. The petals scattered around him, soft, delicate, and utterly useless. They couldn’t save him from the chaos that boiled inside, from the rage he had carried for so long. He didn’t want peace. He didn’t want calm. He wanted destruction. He wanted a fight.

He stood. Slowly, unsteadily, as if the weight of the world had been placed upon him. His body was battered, broken, barely holding itself together. Bloodied hands, stained and trembling, gripped the earth for support. And there, in the delicate, mocking stillness of the sakura grove, Mydei, the undying prince, felt more vulnerable than he ever had before.

His royal attire, once a symbol of his unyielding power and noble heritage, now seemed like a distant memory. The golden armor, intricately forged and gleaming with the authority of his bloodline, was no longer regal. It was tarnished, dirtied, like a warrior who had long since forgotten how to fight. The ornate details that had once shone with the brilliance of his status now looked dull and faded, as if the very essence of his former grandeur had withered. His royal robes, normally pristine and fit for a king, now hung off him in tatters, dust clinging to the fabric as though he had been dragged through some forgotten battlefield.

The tattoos on his skin, symbols of his divine strength, seemed to mock him now, no longer radiant but faint, as though the power they once represented was slipping away. They traced his arms and chest like the faded marks of a god long dead, each line a reminder of the strength he no longer had.

What happened to him?

His gait was unsteady, almost stumbling, every step an effort. The same warrior who had once stood tall in the heat of battle, who had commanded armies with the force of his presence, now walked like a shell of himself. His once assured steps, filled with the strength of a thousand battles, were slow, labored. He could barely lift his feet as he moved, blood leaving dark stains on the ground beneath him.

He hated it.

This weakness.

He wanted to scream. To rage against the world that had brought him here. But his voice, once commanding and fierce, was reduced to a hoarse whisper, barely audible beneath the sound of the wind. Why? Why had fate chosen to crush him so completely? Why had the GODS abandoned him to a fate of endless struggle, leaving him a mere shadow of the prince he once was?

The sakura petals continued to fall around him.

What happened to him?

Step. Step. Leap.

Mydei moved forward, his body screaming in protest with every motion. His golden armor, once pristine and untouchable, now bore the weight of dust and dried blood, dragging against his every movement. He should have been walking with power, with authority—but no, he was staggering, leaping forward just to keep himself from collapsing. His boots sank into the dirt, his vision swayed, but he refused to stop.

The pink petals still fell around him, still mocked him, as if whispering that he didn’t belong here. That he was something too violent, too cruel, too scarred for a world like this. And maybe they were right.

Then, voices.

He slowed, his breath uneven, as he saw them. A woman and two children.

The woman was scolding the kids, her voice sharp but not unkind, reprimanding them for something foolish. The children shifted under her gaze, embarrassed but unafraid. It was such a normal sight, so painfully ordinary, that Mydei felt something in his chest twist.

Why is this here?

A world like this—a place with warmth, with normalcy, with people who didn’t wake up every day to war and bloodshed—felt foreign. Unfamiliar. Wrong.

He should walk away. He should ignore them. They weren’t his problem.

But his throat was dry. His body was too weak. And against every part of his pride, against the bitter voice in his head that screamed at him to keep moving, he found himself walking toward them.

Water.

Just a sip. He needed something. His cursed body wasn’t healing. His wounds weren’t closing. If he didn’t get something, he would collapse where he stood.

But the thought of asking—of lowering himself to beg—was unbearable.

He stopped a few steps away, fists clenched at his sides. The words wouldn’t come out. The pride in his blood wouldn’t let them.

No.

No. He would rather die than ask for anything. He was Mydeimos the Undying. He had killed kings, broken warriors, burned cities. And now? Now he was nothing but a ghost, a man barely standing in a world that didn’t know his name. He wouldn’t—couldn’t—stoop so low.

He turned, his tattered cloak dragging behind him. He would leave. He didn’t need them. He didn’t need anything.

Then—thunder.

A sound like the wrath of gods split the air, sharp and unforgiving.

Lightning crackled in the sky, and when he looked back, he saw them.

Two figures, emerging from the mist, their weapons gleaming with malice. He recognized them—not their faces, not their names, but the way they moved, the way their bodies coiled with the instinct to kill. They were predators. He never seen something like that.

And they were going to attack.

The woman didn’t notice. The children were right there.

Mydei could have walked away.

He should have walked away.

But he didn’t.

His body moved before his mind caught up, and in the space of a breath, he stepped forward and slammed his fist into the ground.

The earth split.

A violent tremor pulsed outward, and from the cracks beneath him, molten heat surged forth. A jagged web of lava crystallization erupted from the dirt, red veins surging like living fire, spearing toward the attackers in an instant.

The enemies barely had time to react. The crystallized eruption struck them mid-motion, knocking them back before they could so much as lift their blades.

The force of the attack sent a blast of heat through the air. It burned away the peaceful scent of sakura, replacing it with the sharp tang of scorched earth.

The children fainted. Their small bodies crumpled to the ground, overwhelmed....The woman—she had seen it. She had seen him.

And when Mydei lifted his gaze, their eyes met.

She stood frozen, her body stiff with fear, or awe, or both.

She had seen him.

Not just his attack. Not just the power that flowed through him, even in his ruined state.

She had seen him.

The blood smeared across his body. The weight of exhaustion pressing into his stance. The gold of his armor, dulled by dirt and war. The sharp lines of his face, the cold fury still lingering in his gaze.

And for the first time since he arrived in this cursed peaceful place, Mydei saw himself reflected in someone else’s eyes.

He hated it.

Hated the way she looked at him....

The moment his shout tore through the air, the ground cracked beneath him.

Red crystals—jagged, wild, and brimming with something uncontrolled—surged outward in a violent eruption. They clawed their way up from the earth, growing like hungry fangs, spreading in every direction with terrifying speed. Lava pooled beneath the crystalline formations, bubbling, pulsing like a living, breathing thing, turning the peaceful landscape into a battlefield of fire and ruin.

This never happened before.

He had always been in control. Even when his anger flared, even when his power felt like an untamed beast beneath his skin, he had always wielded it, never let it wield him.

But now, the power wasn’t stopping. The red crystals weren’t listening. They rose like an executioner’s blade, curling around him, surrounding him—trapping him.

What is this? What is happening?

His breath was ragged, his body trembling. He tried to take a step forward, but the crystals moved with him, circling, shifting, growing taller, sharper—like they had a mind of their own. A prison of his own making.

He clenched his fists. No. No, this isn’t—

Then—

A breeze.

Soft. Slow. Carrying the scent of those damned pink blossoms.

The storm of his power didn’t vanish, not immediately, but something in the air shifted.

And then—

She moved.

The maiden.

He hadn’t noticed before—hadn’t cared. But now, the sharp red crystals, the suffocating heat—she stood, walked..

The wind carried her movements, slow and deliberate, like she was part of the air itself. Her white and red robes fluttered gently, untouched by the chaos around her. The sleeves of her attire trailed elegantly, flowing as if they, too, were dancing.

She was moving towards him.

His breath hitched, his body still too weak, too out of control—but the moment his gaze locked onto her, something in his chest settled.

It was maddening.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity—he wasn’t burning.

The anger, the exhaustion, the ache in his bones—none of it vanished, but for a split second, it stilled.

Her dance continued, slow, deliberate, unnatural. She wasn’t afraid. She should be afraid. He was a monster right now, surrounded by the destruction of his own making, yet she approached him like she had nothing to fear.

He could feel it—something else in the air. Something cooling, something ancient.

She wasn’t just walking towards him. She was calming him.

The wind shifted again, carrying the scent of sakura blossoms, wrapping around his still-burning power like a quiet lullaby.

His head felt light. His vision swayed.

And then—

The world flipped.

What—?!

There was a force—sudden, swift, merciless.

He barely had a second to process it before the world spun, his body flipping upside down with all the grace of a dying fish.

One second, he was standing. The next, he was in the air.

His dignity, however, was long gone.

The ground rushed up to meet him—no, he rushed down to meet it. The last thing he saw before impact was a blur of red and white fabric, the shrine maiden’s expression unreadable.

Then—

WHAM.

Pain. So much pain.

The world was spinning. His head was reeling. His entire existence had been flipped upside down.

What. The. Hell.

He lay there, limbs sprawled like a broken marionette, staring up at the sky, dazed. His pride—his royalty—was in shambles.

He was Mydeimos the Undying. He had led armies. He had burned cities.

And just now—he had been THROWN.

BY A HUMAN.

A. MORTAL.

A mere maiden.

He didn’t even know HOW she had done it. She hadn’t even touched him.

His brain tried to process the physics, the logic, anything—but all it came up with was sheer, unfiltered BETRAYAL.

He groaned, covering his face with one hand, as the last pink petals floated mockingly down toward him.

This was, without a doubt, the worst day of his life.

Darkness swam in his vision. The world was still upside down. Or maybe he was upside down. His dignity certainly was.

Somewhere, through the haze of pain and exhaustion, he heard a voice. Soft, but firm.

"The Shogun’s army will be here any moment."

Great. Just what he needed. More enemies.

"I need to drag… you."

Wait. Drag?

His body twitched in protest, but he was too weak to move, too tired to resist. A shadow loomed over him.

"Stranger…? Monster…? Demon…? Oni…? Tengu…?"

The shrine maiden’s voice wavered as she listed off every possible category of supernatural disaster, as if she were trying to diagnose what, exactly, had just fallen out of the sky and turned her peaceful little world into a molten warzone.

And Mydei—Mydei wanted to respond. He wanted to tell her that he was none of those things. That he was Mydeimos the Undying, last prince of Kremnos, wielder of power beyond mortal comprehension. That he was a warrior, not some yokai out of a bedtime story.

But all that came out was:

“Ghhrgh.”

Which, unfortunately, was not a coherent sentence.

Or even a word.

His mouth refused to work. His body refused to move. He was still sprawled in the dirt like some pathetic wreckage, the pink petals drifting lazily down onto his face like nature itself was mocking him.

His vision blurred, his mind spinning.

And then—he felt it.

A hand.

Gripping his wrist.

Dragging.

No.

No, no, no, no—

Was she—was she actually dragging him?!

Like a sack of rice?!

His pride, what was left of it, let out a dying wheeze.

The shrine maiden, still muttering something about needing to hide him before the soldiers arrived, was actually dragging him across the ground, his golden armor scraping against the dirt, his regal, battle-worn form now reduced to dead weight.

The world tilted again. His last thought before darkness fully consumed him was:

"I would rather die."

Then—

He fainted.

The first thing Mydei became vaguely aware of was the muffled sound of giggling.

Was he dead?

No. Of course not. He wasn’t that lucky.

He groaned softly as his head swam back into consciousness. His vision blurred at first, but then the soft, almost comforting sound of children reached his ears.

"Uncle? He looks old..."

The voice was bright and curious.

Mydei’s eyes snapped open, just enough to make out the blurry outline of two small figures leaning over him. He winced as he tried to lift his head, but the pounding headache made him flop back down like a ragdoll.

Uncle?

Was that… was that what they saw when they looked at him? Some poor, battered stranger who was now just a casualty of whatever this was?

The kids giggled again, clearly oblivious to the fact that the "uncle" in question was on the verge of passing out from sheer embarrassment. One of them, a little girl with pigtails, leaned closer, squinting at him like she was trying to figure him out.

"Don’t be mean! He seems young like big sis!"

Mydei blinked. Young like her?

Was she… referring to him?

Young?

His ego, already battered from the throw earlier, shuddered in indignation. He was not some young man. He was Mydeimos the Undying. The Last Prince of Kremnos. His age, whatever it was, was marked by the weight of wars and bloodshed.

But no. This child… this child was calling him....?

He felt a chuckle threaten to escape his lips, but it died before it could form. He was still too tired, still too weak, still too embarrassed.

The woman—no, the shrine maiden—was still nearby, standing with her hands on her hips. She cleared her throat, catching the attention of the children.

"He wasn’t trying to hurt us, kids." Her voice was calm, soothing, yet there was an edge to it that made it clear she wasn’t in the mood for their antics.

The boy, a little older, tilted his head, his innocent curiosity turning into suspicion.

"The Shogun ordered to kill anyone that is unknown, right?"

The shrine maiden nodded.

"Yes," she replied softly. "But we’ll handle it. He’s injured, and the Shogun’s men won’t be an issue for now. I don't think he was the one The shogun was looking for."

She turned back to Mydei, and then, to his utter mortification, she started to lift him.

“Shush, annoying kids,” she muttered under her breath as she tried to shift his massive, barely-conscious body into a more manageable position.

The kids were still watching, but they weren’t being as loud now. They were, however, looking at the shrine maiden as if trying to figure out how she was going to manage this.

Then, out of nowhere, the girl piped up again, her voice sweet but filled with absolute innocence:

"You’re a shrine maiden, right? What are you going to do with him? Heal him?"

The woman froze.

Mydei, now in an awkward half-sitting, half-lying position, tried to focus enough to catch her reaction. He was half sure she was about to lose it right then and there.

But instead, she sighed deeply, like the weight of the universe rested on her shoulders.

“Shush,” she muttered, clearly at her wit’s end with the kids. Then, with a certain finality, she hoisted him onto her back, folding him like he was a giant bag of flour.

A very heavy, very annoying bag of flour.

The kids stared.

“Lady Guuji isn’t even impressed with you, you know.” The boy’s voice was laced with that innocent yet piercing honesty that only children could get away with.

The shrine maiden’s eye twitched.

“Shush,” she said again, almost venomously this time. She struggled, adjusting her hold on Mydei’s limp form, trying to secure him in place.

As she did, Mydei caught sight of the ridiculous position she had him in: his body was folded in half over her back, his arms limp, his head lolling to the side like a ragdoll. The sight would have been comical if it weren’t for the sheer level of discomfort it caused him.

"Guuji should not be impressed with me," she muttered to herself, completely unaware that the kids were still watching her every move, waiting for her next line.

"Yeah, but I think you’re doing great. You’re carrying him like he's a bag of rice," the girl said matter-of-factly.

The boy nodded vigorously. "Yeah! You’ve got him all bundled up! Just like how my mom carries the sacks of flour when we need to move them. It’s so funny!"

The shrine maiden turned, her face completely deadpan, and with one last, deep sigh, she began to move—her arms awkwardly clutching the ragged Mydei as she stumbled her way toward wherever she planned to hide.

“Shut up, kids.”

Dragging what could only be described as the most awkwardly slumped hero ever seen, Mydei thought, for the first time in his life, that maybe—just maybe—this day would be one for the history books.

A warrior prince carried like a sack of rice. By a shrine maiden. In front of a bunch of kids.

It really couldn’t get any worse.

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vortexbloom · 18 hours ago

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Phainon & Mydei as your Husbands (Headcanons)

Masterlist - Honkai Star Rail

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Boycott List

Valentines Special 2025

Pairing: Phainon x Female Reader x Mydei

Fandom: HSR (Honkai Star Rail)

Warnings: None

English isn’t my first/native language, so there might be misspellings etc.

I do NOT own any Characters !

Have fun reading this :D

Art by: @2__0__9 on X (Twitter)

The Quiet, Observant Lover

Phainon is the type to watch and analyze before acting, always knowing exactly what you need before you even ask. He’s the kind to notice small details, like if you had a stressful day just from the way you carry herself.

Unshakably Calm

While Mydei might be more intense, Phainon remains calm and reassuring—the kind of partner who grounds the relationship and ensures stability.

Tactician in Romance

He plans everything meticulously, from elegant dates to well-thought-out gifts. When he does touch you, it’s purposeful and intimate, like a lingering hand on your waist or a slow caress on your cheek.

Knows When to Step Back

If Mydei is in a passionate, possessive mood, Phainon will simply smirk and let him have his moment.

Art by: @Kashiko_0911 on X (Twitter)

Possessive & Fiercely Protective

Mydei is the type of lover who openly claims you, wrapping an arm around your waist and challenging anyone who even dares to look at you for too long. He doesn’t share lightly—except with Phainon, whom he trusts completely.

Hot-Headed but Deeply Affectionate

Mydei is bold and physical. Expect intense kisses, possessive marks, and whispered words of devotion. He wants you to know you’re wanted, loved, and cherished.

Jealous but Playful

If you spend too much time with Phainon, Mydei will dramatically sulk—only for Phainon to tease him about it. He might pull you onto his lap, just to prove a point.

Acts Tough but actually a Softie

Mydei puts up a strong, almost regal front, but if you ask him sweetly for something, he melts instantly. "Tch. Fine, but only because it’s you."

Art by: @pin3909 on X (Twitter)

Good Balance

Mydei is passion, spontaneity, and heat, while Phainon is control, calculation, and patience. You get the best of both worlds—one moment, you‘re in a whirlwind of fiery kisses and possessive words, the next, you‘re held gently by Phainon as he whispers something soothing in your ear.

Secretly Competitive

Phainon and Mydei would have silent competitions over who can make you blush more. Mydei goes for bold, public affection, while Phainon uses subtle, private gestures—like whispering something sinful in your ear while keeping a straight face.

An United Front

If someone dares to threaten or insult you, both of them will handle it—Mydei head-on with fire and fury, while Phainon coldly and methodically dismantles the enemy behind the scenes. You‘re never in danger with them around.

They Let You Decide

If you‘re feeling playful, you could make them compete for your attention—something Mydei finds amusing but takes very seriously, while Phainon just gives a knowing smile and waits for the right moment to steal your attention back effortlessly.

Now I want them fr (˶˃⤙˂˶)

Have a good day/night/evening/morning/afternoon ☼꥟☽

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hazymoonlinh · 2 days ago

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ye ask and ye shall receive *pulls an idea out of my random box*

ok picture this the reader is mydei soulmate who just so happens to be of the many researchers at herta's space station,known to be distant and cold a woman of pure intellect and cool headed the opposite of mydei.

who occasionally accompanies the astral express crew sometimes on missions,she happens to accompany them to amphoreus and even after finding out that she and mydei are soulmates she still goes back to herta space station to which infuriates mydei who somehow with the trailblazer help goes to the space station to drag her back.

sorry if it's so long I got really excited writing this tehe

Hehe…thanks for requesting again, you have really great ideas btw <3

Someone please save me from Tet, I’m so frickin busy…

Anyway, I had fun writing this lol.

The scientific way of falling in love

(Against your will)

“A Cold-Blooded Soulmate? Unacceptable.”(Mydei x Researcher!Reader | Soulmate AU)

Mydei too in love to let you go.

I think Mydei is a bit ooc…

Also this takes place when everything is over, Amphoreus is saved, March is too.

The revelation should have meant everything.

Soulmates—an undeniable, unshakable truth woven into the fabric of fate itself. It was supposed to be a moment of clarity, of absolute certainty. And yet, when she—the brilliant, cold researcher from Herta’s Space Station—discovered her bond with Mydei, she did something unfathomable.

She left.

Without hesitation, without the emotional theatrics most would expect, she simply turned her back on him and returned to her work, as if destiny itself was nothing more than an inconvenient hypothesis that had yet to be proven useful.

And Mydei? He was furious.

“She left,” he growled, pacing inside the Astral Express. “She looked me in the eye—looked her own soulmate in the eye—and just walked away.”

Trailblazer and March exchanged nervous glances while Dan Heng remained as impassive as ever, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. Welt, however, simply sighed. “She has her duties,” he reasoned. “Not everyone reacts the same way to soulmates.”

“Hah! Duties?” Mydei sneered. “What’s more important than fate itself? What’s more important than me?” He slammed his hand on a nearby table, the sheer force rattling the surface. “She’s supposed to be mine, but instead, she just—” He clenched his jaw, fuming. “Left.”

“I mean, to be fair, she is kinda known for being a bit… emotionless?” March offered hesitantly. “She’s super smart, but not really the sentimental type, y’know?”

“She must be absolutely fascinating to talk to,” Dan Heng remarked dryly.

Mydei shot him a glare before turning his sharp eyes back to the group. “It doesn’t matter. She doesn’t get to ignore this. Ignore me.” He straightened, his golden armor gleaming under the train’s light. “If she won’t come to me, then I’ll bring her back myself.”

March blinked. “You… you’re just gonna go there and kidnap her?”

“Not kidnap,” Mydei corrected with a smirk. “Retrieve.”

Trailblazer, ever the agent of chaos, grinned. “I’ll help.”

—

Herta’s Space Station was a place of knowledge, of logic. And, most importantly, a place that had absolutely no patience for Mydei’s dramatics.

Yet that did not stop him from storming through its pristine halls, his presence utterly alien amidst the quiet, sterile environment. Researchers and staff gave him a wide berth, whispering about the golden warrior whose very aura reeked of dominance and battle.

“I’m looking for her,” he declared to the nearest assistant, practically vibrating with indignation.

“W-We don’t disclose personnel locations to random visitors,” the researcher stammered.

“She is my soulmate.” Mydei’s sharp grin was anything but friendly. “I’m not a random visitor. Now, where is she?”

The assistant pointed immediately. “L-Laboratory 3B—”

“Good.” He turned to Trailblazer, who had accompanied him. “See? Cooperation. Very simple.”

Trailblazer just shook their head, hiding a smirk as Mydei marched toward his goal.

—

She was exactly as he remembered her—poised, collected, exuding an air of absolute intelligence as she focused on the holographic schematics before her. Not once did she glance up, not even as Mydei stepped into her space, a presence impossible to ignore.

“You left,” he said, voice low and sharp.

“I had work to do,” she replied simply, fingers gliding over the display.

He scoffed, stepping closer. “We are soulmates, and your first instinct was to return to your research? Not even a second thought?”

“I did give it a second thought,” she corrected. “I just found it irrelevant to my immediate objectives.”

Mydei narrowed his eyes. “You found fate irrelevant?”

She finally looked at him then, her cold, calculating gaze meeting his fiery one. “Fate is an unproven theory. A biological response due to specific resonance frequencies between individuals. I fail to see why I should let it dictate my decisions.”

Mydei stared at her, utterly dumbfounded.

“…Are you serious?”

“Completely.”

For the first time in his life, Mydei was at a loss for words. He had faced countless warriors, led armies, and commanded battles with ease—but this woman, his supposed soulmate, was treating their bond like a research paper to be reviewed.

His eye twitched. “You’re coming with me.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes. You are.”

She gave him a mildly exasperated look. “I have no reason to.”

Mydei exhaled sharply, placing his hands on the edge of her desk and leaning in, voice dropping to a near growl. “Listen to me, you stubborn little researcher. I don’t lose. I don’t get rejected. And I certainly do not let my soulmate ignore me in favor of—of data analysis.”

She arched a delicate brow. “And what exactly do you intend to do about it?”

Oh, she shouldn’t have asked that.

Mydei grinned.

—

The entire space station was in chaos as Mydei carried his soulmate—over his shoulder—marching toward the docking bay with utter confidence.

“Put me down,” she ordered, expression still remarkably neutral despite the absurdity of the situation.

“No.”

Trailblazer, following behind, was barely holding in their laughter.

“You are behaving irrationally,” she informed him.

“No, you are,” Mydei shot back. “Running away from me? Denying fate? Tsk, tsk. How shameful.”

“Fate is a construct built on—”

“—Irrelevant.” He smirked, tightening his grip. “You belong with me.”

She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You do realize this is effectively an abduction?”

“Retrieval,” he corrected.

A long pause. Then, with a soft sigh, she murmured, “I suppose I can finish my current project remotely.”

Mydei stopped mid-step, blinking. “…What?”

She looked at him, entirely unaffected by their position. “I will accompany you. Temporarily. To observe this ‘fate’ you seem so adamant about.”

Mydei’s grin returned, victorious. “A trial run, then?”

“If you must label it as such.”

“Fine.” He smirked. “But you’ll see, dear soulmate—there is no escaping me.”

Trailblazer snickered. “I give it a week before she starts liking it.”

She adjusted her glasses. “Unlikely.”

Mydei just laughed, carrying her onto the ship. “We’ll see about that.”

And so, the game began.

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goldweaverr · 15 days ago

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WELL FINE THEN SINCE THE MYDEI X READER TAG IS GONNA STAY THIS DRY, IM GONNA CONTRIBUTE TO IT MYSELF !!!!!! (No spoilers mentioned!! But MDNI there's nsfw)

I've seen possessive Mydei x reader, aggressive Mydei x reader, cocky Mydei x reader, etc, and while all of those are absolutely yummy and very much welcomed, consider the following flavor I'm offering; absolutely desperate Mydei.

Look. Based on everything we've seen of him so far, he definitely has not had opportunities for dating or romance or sex. He doesn't seem like the type to deem these things as silly, stupid, or hindrances that will block his path, but he likely believes they simply have no place in his life. His journey and destiny aren't ones that give him much room to go out, meet people, befriend them, grow to like them, court them, date them, sleep with them, marry them, and so on. That sounds like an entirely foreign concept to him. The furthest his social circle extends to is fellow Chrysos Heirs that the prophecy has placed alongside him as comrades, and the most miraculous extention it ever received was when the two outsiders came into Amphoreus. He certainly would never pursue a fellow Chrysos Heir romantically, as that's entirely unprofessional and could lead to jeopardizing their team dynamic which there is absolutely no room for! So he has resigned to the fact that he will simply be alone for the whole of his immortal life. And that's fine. Okay, maybe not ENTIRELY fine. He does feel like he'd fine the idea appealing, even if only for a flicker of a moment. But those thoughts are anchors that will weight him down. He's got way more important matters at hand. Okhema's safety, the prophecy, the people of his kingdom, Nikador, the outsiders who arrived from beyond the sky, hell even his fellow Chrysos Heirs such as Phainon or the Tribios. So those desires are ones that will be buried alongside many other hopes and wishes he had, but are no longer necessary. He will survive without love, he will be just fine without the touch of another, he will emerge victorious without the need of a congratulatory kiss, he doesn't need these things. They're privileges, not rights.

That is, until, he does meet someone. You.

Perhaps you're a fellow Chrysos Heir. Perhaps you're also one of the outsiders from beyond the sky. Perhaps you're a regular citizen in Okhema. Anything is possible. The occupation or role doesn't matter, what matters is that he finally meets someone who makes it feel like these things ARE necessary and he cannot possibly deny himself of them any longer.

He tries. He tries very hard. Tries avoiding you, tries scaring you off, tries not showing you much interest, tries to let you know without needing to use any words that he's no good for you. You don't know what you'd be getting into with him. But yet you persist. You're just too annoying. Sometimes you flirt, sometimes you tease, sometimes you worry, sometimes it's pure kindness. Whatever your intentions are for the day, they stress him.

Watching him train in the arena when it's entirely empty and then all he hears after destroying every training equipment around him is you clapping, the sound echoing across the empty seats where spectators would usually sit and down to his ears, that are beginning to turn suspiciously red. Coming down to praise him in person, telling him how absolutely attractive it was to watch the great Mydeimos unleash all that pent up rage. And he doesn't know what to do with the moment between the two of you. Running your index finger down his exposed, sweaty chest. Your nail scratching so, so slightly yet so deliciously over his searing hot skin making his breathing pick up the pace under your excruciatingly slow drag, until you reach his pants. You don't break eye contact with him, playful gaze challenging him with mirth. His expression can't be described in the same way. In fact it can hardly be described at all. A strange mixture of want, desire, anger, embarrassment, shyness, happiness, yearning. Whatever emotions you can imagine, you could probably locate somewhere on his face. But one thing remains. It's red. And he stands more stiff than any statue you've seen around the city. You remove your finger just as he was debating making a move forward and walk away, leaving him with way too many thoughts in his head that are making him angry. The anger he can't take out on training dummies. And that makes him even angrier. What a cycle.

He can't get you off of his mind.

Every meeting, you're throwing him glances to catch him staring. He's embarrassed, you smirk. Every time you run into him, there's some teasing remark already on your tongue, a gun ready to fire. He never has a response. Which sucks, because he should be used to this stuff with how much Phainon runs his mouth. But with you, it's different. With Phainon, they tease each other out of the love two friends share. With you, the feeling is entirely different. He can't treat you the same way he treats his friend, because he's not viewing you the same way he views his friend. And that's a scary thought. You've cemented yourself an entirely different category in his heart. Oh, how he hates it. But oh, how he wishes to explore more.

He doesn't think you make him weak. If anything, you make him stronger. It takes strength to face your feelings, it takes strength to tackle desires you've kept buried. Ones you claimed were unnecessary and unneeded. It takes strength to admit that he now has something else he wishes to protect. And he feels like if after a hard battle, he could unwind by laying his head against your chest and falling asleep to the feeling of your fingers in his hair, he'll face his next opponent with so much more power than what his lonely heart usually carries. And he'll face his enemies with a desire to return unscathed, not to battle to the death he will never reach anyway. That takes strength. Strength if he claimed he didn't have in him, he'd be announcing himself weak. He's fought his entire life, matters of the heart isn't where he will surrender. Hell, the last straw may have been watching his terrifying and courageous and powerful lion companion curl into you and purr up a storm. That was just purely offensive. There goes what was left of the Kremnos honor.

But since he will inevitably claim his throne, his people will expect someone else to rule alongside him, wouldn't they? Would they not expect heirs? He cares too much about the honor of his family name to let it die with him. (Even though it literally can't)

So when your teasing gets the better of him again, and it ends with you against the wall, you expected anything out of him. Anger, rage, annoyance, utter domination, demands only a crown prince has the rights to give, anything. But not desperation. Not inexperience. Not a look in his eyes that's full of _*yearning*_ . He wants you so bad it makes him look stupid. People call Phainon a golden retriever boy too much, this one might take the crown actually (Haha)

He stares at your eyes, with a glimmer in his. He stares at your lips, yearning to feel them. It's his first kiss. He knows he'll be clumsy. He knows he'll be inexperienced. He knows it might be embarrassing. But he wants it more than anything right now. His chest heaving slightly, picking up gradually. His hot breath on your face, from his nose and his parted lips. His gaze more intense than the lance of fury's flames. A bead of sweat down his forehead. You lean in closer, encouraging him. Your jaw is grabbed suddenly with cold and sharp armor as lips immediately crash onto yours. A mess of teeth and aggressive kissing and spit and a tongue that doesn't know what it's supposed to be doing and lip bites that may not have been well calculated in terms of pain. This first kiss was a mess, but how passionate it was. How much desire was poured into it. He's not entirely clueless. He's read books, stories. He's heard stories. He knows how it's supposed to go. Not how good it was supposed to feel. You don't want to part away, even as you try to slowly guide him into a less frantic rhythm. Gently leading the way, enough to not scare him off by taking the lead above him. You let him be in control. You know he feels far too vulnerable in the current moment. His body may be reacting off of desire, but his heart is weak and afraid. This moment, despite it's violence, is fragile.

Kissing, and kissing, and so much kissing later, kissing that eventually finds it's rhythm. Kissing that eventually flows like a river. Kissing that ignites a flame of ... Happiness in his heart where fear was beginning to eat away at it. His hand no longer on your jaw, now buried in your hair, holding the back of your head to keep your lips on his. The other arm wrapped around your waist holding your body flush against him. Your arms wrapped around his torso, happy to let his strength carry you as you feel more and more limp. He never knew kissing could be so fun. So romantic. So nice . He could get used to this.

A hand trails lower. His, or yours? It doesn't matter. Clothes are off rather quickly. He's desperate. So desperate.

He prepares you thoroughly. His fingers stretching you to the point of overstimulation. It was not his intention, they've simply been inside you so long that they've gotten to that point. He swears he's only getting you ready properly so you don't get hurt taking his size. He doesn't even say it in any cocky tone, his intention isn't to brag, he's just being honest. He's big, you're not. You'll get hurt. He doesn't want to hurt you. Ever. He loves you. He probably isn't even fully aware how much he's pushing you to the edge, but he does see you grow more and more desperate. Your nails digging into his biceps, and it excites him even more. Burying your head into the space between his neck and shoulders, whining out his name weakly, begging to put it in you already, and it drives him crazy. He's heard his name said in so many different ways. A roar that announces the start of a battle. A cry for help. The pride of his people. The teasing of his friend. The disdain of those who loathe him. The begging for mercy. The casual conversation starter. The acknowledgement of authority. So many different sounds they no longer mean anything to him. But this? This is new. And he likes it. He likes it so much. No tone spoken of his name causes him reaction anymore, but this one lit him on fire. He wants to hear more of it. He wants to hear it all night long.

He doesn't wear much to begin with. But he never feels exposed or vulnerable. His armor is a separator between himself and danger. Shedding off that armor with another person to allow himself into such a weak position felt terrifying, but currently, sinking deep into your warmth, it's never felt safer. A cry of his name spilling from your lips like a prayer, he doesn't even recall people calling Kephale's name with this much worship. And he melts. Figures he could do this forever. How did he ever go on without this?

His rhythm is sloppy, he's not even entirely sure how to set one. He's operating off of something primal right now, all he can do is fuck in and out of the heat that's swallowing him whole. He couldn't stop if he tried, body moving on its own. He stares in awe at where you two connect, watching the repetitive motion with no sign of getting used to it anytime soon. He doesn't even realize — or maybe doesn't even care — about the noises coming out of him. Why should he bother holding back his pleasure? He's never felt anything like this, and it's so thrilling, so exciting, so full of pleasure, that he doesn't care about his image or his behavior at the moment. He gasps, and pants, and breathes heavily, and grunts, and groans, completely overtaken with lust. And that's the dance you two shared throughout the duration of the entire night. Although the sun never stops shining in Okhema.

Mydei is a fast learner, and eventually establishes a rhythm for how he does things. From kissing romantically, to fucking into you relentlessly. But it certainly doesn't come easy, not without many, many more demonstrations first <3

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #mydei #hsr #honkai Star rail mydei #hsr mydei #mydei x reader #mydei smut #mydei x reader smut

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starrygazers · 6 days ago

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in my streamer era?!

aka: modern au streamer characters and their life with you.

˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ felt like writing smth more lighthearted (once again procrastinating on my homework)

˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ tags : modern au, fluff, crack

˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ featuring : Mydei, Phainon

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Phainon ➤ vlogs, irl streams

Phainon loves traveling and talking to people, which makes him the perfect irl streamer. he has a large following due to the fact that he's so polite and friendly to everyone, but somehow his streams always go wrong in the funniest, murphy's-law-esque way

he's streaming in a restaurant and reviewing the food and the next moment a waiter trips and spills a water jug right to his camera and lowers the video quality for the rest of the stream

or he'd be doing a grocery run and the things that he wants are all gone, and he has to ride the bus to the grocery store that's further away, and the bus would blow a tire in the middle of the highway so now he's hungry and stranded with no groceries

these somewhat harmless, silly and unexpected situation keeps his viewers entertained, and the fact that he's always so optimistic about it has viewers donating to his streams to cheer him up whenever something goes wrong

his mods are so protective of him that if anyone starts trolling they'd be banned in an instant

when he first met you, it was by chance, and you don't recognize him (he's a niche even on streaming sites; his fans gatekeep him because they don't want people trolling this nice boy)

he falls in love with you immediately, and it's so obvious by the way he talks about you on stream.

"chat, there's this person," he lays the camera down on the counter and starts unloading his groceries. "and they're so... like... I don't know how to say it. they're so pretty, but also so scary to talk to, but it's not because they're mean or anything, I think it's a me problem. do you guys ever feel like that about someone?"

of course, his chat teases him relentlessly about his newfound crush

once he finally has the guts to ask you out (someone sent him a super donation telling him to, and he feels bad not doing it), you say yes, and he's over the moon.

he introduces you to his chat, and even though you're a bit confused and new to all of this, your personality balances out with Phainon's so well that his community can't help but love you

he doesn't film all your dates; in fact, he rarely ever does. whenever you're on stream, it's because you're both spending time chilling or cooking or doing grocery runs together. he likes to keep a small portion of his life private, and he doesn't want you to feel like you're a tool for his moneymaking scheme.

overall, he's such a nice understanding boyfriend, and if having a camera around you is too much then he'll respect your space and schedule his streams around days that he'll spend alone so he can have you all to himself without any distractions.

Mydei ➤ fighting games, tourneys

you can't convince me this man isn't some sort of fighting game god, particularly tekken, mortal kombat, smash, or something in the likes

he'll spend hours just 1v1-ing randoms on the internet, and he's got his friend code public for anyone who wants to try to challenge him.

this obviously brings a lot of traction because there are a lot of tryhards who want to test if Mydei's the real deal (he is, and he does so while talking shit and not breaking a sweat)

fans enjoy his straightforward, no-bullshit commentary (roasts) while he destroys players with a straight face. it's almost comedic how such a stoic man could have such a petty personality, and chat always teases him for it, but he could not care less (whatever brings in the bag)

"Get out of here if you can't even jablock, man. All that big talk for you to not even take a stock from me is just embarrassing," he spits out. "You're so mean, he's trying his best, yeah, sure, chat. He should try his best recovering from the sauce I'm about to do to him."

he'll sometimes do irl streams when he's in tournaments. he'll do a hotel tour (begrudgingly, because he keeps getting donations forcing him to do it)

he's by no means funny because he tries to be. people just find his mean commentary and resting bitch face amusing, and he's also good looking, so he has a lot of fangirls

he's been in a relationship with you since before he started streaming. matter of fact, you were the one who suggested streaming (because if he's going to spend that many hours on something might as well try to make money from it)

you often walk in on him while he's in his man cave, and you'll stay a bit to chat with him or interact with the chat

if his fangirls are mean to you, they get banned immediately ("MODS!!!! GET THEM THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!")

he's very proud to call himself your boyfriend. Whenever someone tries to flirt with you in chat, he'll have a quip comeback of some sort about how they can try but you're in a very healthy, very secure relationship

he is unfortunately the type of streamer to have lots of tiktok edits to chase atlantic songs (iykyk)

but he'll only repost his fan edits shipping him and you <3

definitely the type of guy to wear an ugly "I LOVE MY GIRLFRIEND" t-shirt out in public, he's just a nerd like that.

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livelaughlovesubs · 6 days ago

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Minor spoiler warning for Mydei

Imagine the proud and cocky crown prince mydeimos sitting on his throne, the once fierce eyes glassy as he gives you such an adorable look. Gazing up at you with a slightly surprised and confused expression, mouth agape as he tried to understand this strange situation.

You, looming over him with the golden cup he always used in your hand, slowly pouring the pink-ish drink over his chest. Watching intensely as the pomegranate mix flowed down his full pecs to his defined abs, then his abdomen and lastly to his crotch. Now there was a wet spot between his legs, and most of the drink stayed scattered across his torso.

“My apologies, prince, I’ll take responsibility.” Without saying another word, just leaning down and start licking the remains away. Hot tongue moving across his skin, occasionally switching to sucking just to mess with him. The way he flinched and shuddered whenever you rolled over a particularly sensitive spot was so delicious, you really wanted to eat him up. He hid his flushed face with the back of his palm, the other hand gripping your shoulder as he whispered, “…you are so bold.”

This, until you reached his pelvis, finally looking up to admire his disheveled state. Red-faced and sweating, eyes half-lidded while he bit his bottom lip, seemingly in anticipation of what you’ll do next. Did you perhaps want to… do the same… to that place too…?

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ajaxsimp · 14 days ago

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i was exploring Castrum Kremnos and stumbled upon this. I AM IN TEARS MY POOR MYDEI 😭😭

he had to watch his father kill his mother and on top of it all it s implied that his father also tried to kill him but failed due to his immortality. HE GOT STABBED BY HIS DAD RIGHT AFTER WITNESSING HIS MOTHER DYING WHAT THE HELL

how old was he oh god? was he a child or???

#mydei #hsr mydei #mydeimos #honkai star rail mydei #amphoreus #hsr #honkai star rail #mydei x reader

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yandere-romanticaa · 6 days ago

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The sun shined bright in the vast blue sky, as it always did in the Eternal City. Each footstep you took felt more draining by the minute, like a harsh shackle had been placed onto the soft flesh, the chains rattling loudly inside your mind but the soft echoes within the massive hallway were a gentle reminder that was not the predicament you were in.

An intricate golden bowl was in your hands, its content filled to the brim with various red fruits to consume, the produce fresh and ripe. It was difficult to not grab a little something from the bowl as you walked down the hallway, the sweet juices of the fruit filling your mouth to the brim as you hummed in pleasure, glee shining in your eyes, a (somewhat) pathetic attempt at trying to keep your heartbeat steady and nerves at bay.

Speaking with Mydeimos could be such a daunting thing to do. Whenever his gaze would fall onto you, it felt as though the earth would just swallow your body whole. Tiny bugs most likely had a better standing in his eye than you ever did so why were you rushing to speak to him again?

With a nervous chuckle, you recalled the small acts of kindness the harsh prince would show you. No matter the function or event he would always save a seat for you somewhere, or how he always made sure you came out unscathed from battle or if he was feeling more generous than usual, perhaps be would even share his drink with you.

Naturally, whenever someone would call him out on these little shenanigans, Mydei would shut that person down with lightning speed. He's a lot of things but he is not impolite, he'd reason with a frown.

The relationship you had with him was odd. He terrified you to the core but you still could not bring yourself to genuinely dislike him. Earlier today you had noticed that the man was feeling down - his gaze felt heavier than usual whenever you'd lock eyes, his shoulders were both too rigid and slumped at the same time, everything about him was just off.

And what better way to cheer him up than to bring him something sweet to bite?

The chirping of birds could be heard in the distance as you neared the garden. Greenery and various blooms thrived all over the place, the occasional hint of gold bringing even more life into this small corner of heaven. In a matter of moments you spotted him sitting by his lonesome, golden hair shining brightly beneath the massive tree he sat under, his back facing you. The cascading shadows of the looming branches gave the otherwise serene garden a dark energy, as if some hidden evil was just waiting to jump at you. It gave an even bigger edge to Mydei, his figure looking even more massive than it usually was, the red markings on his body almost looking like real droplets blood, dripping down his being, a warning that you should not approach the resting beast.

Even beasts crave attention. Mydei was no different. Even with all his strength, even with all his might, his wisdom, his curse - he still had a heart, even if he did not act like it.

You carefully made you way towards the man as the grass beneath your feet gave way, masking the sound of upcoming footsteps. Inching closer and closer to him felt wrong but raw, as if you were testing your luck against something. The warrior said nothing as you stood behind him, which made you wonder if he was even aware of your presence.

"What brings you here, little pest?"

Ah, of course. How silly to think that he would be none the wiser of you being close, let alone right behind him. You felt like face palming due to your idiocy but it was too late to back out of this now. Lowering yourself onto the ground, you placed the golden bowl right next to the man, the red fruit tempting him to take a bite.

Wordlessly, he did.

Golden claws inched close to the bowl, his hand now full with strawberries, raspberries and pomegranate seeds as he brought it to his mouth and swallowed it all down with a single gulp.

Wow. Perhaps bringing him a drink would have also been appropriate...

You sat like that in silence with him, your arms resting on your lap as you watched Mydei scarf down the fine fruit, his Adam apple boping up and down each time he would swallow. If he was not so fast, perhaps it could have even been hypnotizing... In a matter of moments, the bowl was completely empty and Mydei let out a sigh, his head now slightly turned towards you. He hummed, the sound low and rumbly, as if he was trying to figure out what to say. His red eye almost looked like a slit underneath the shadows which made you gulp accidentally.

He snorted, the sound loud and amused.

"You are such a confusing person. Has anyone ever told you that?" asked Mydei, his voice even and composed.

"I scare the living daylights out of you, and yet, you never fail to seek me out."

He... He was not wrong. Each time he would open his mouth, you felt like bursting into tears. Whenever he would go out of his way to talk to you, his words would always sting like nothing else, the harsh jabs wounding your heart in the process.

But even with all of the hurt, all of the discomfort he would cause you, there was a bizarre sense of comfort there. It felt less like the sweet embrace of safety and more like a thorny promise to always be there, no matter what. Perhaps you were a little insane, because why else would you do this?

You didn't even realize that you had outstretched your hands and had started to wrap them around his body. Halfway through the action you had realized just what you were doing, which the prince noticed by the sudden jolt. Warmth consumed you both as he allowed you to stay there, to embrace him in the shadows as he pondered on what he ought to do with you.

He hated you. He hated how weak you made him, utterly despised how he felt his soul come to life whenever you took time to pamper him like this. Bringing him fruits, honestly...

Your worst crime of all was having such a fragile and gentle heart. In his eyes, he could easily rip it open, claws tainted with your blood as he could already picture you begging him for mercy, to please not harm you and he would grin, because you had no right to hold so much power over him.

There were many things he wished to say. Many jabs, so many truths he wished to reveal but he ultimately chose not to.

Seeing you willingly come to him like this was enough for him. Even the strongest of predators needed to plan accordingly. Right now, he would bide his time and strike when it was right. Mydei was ready to sink his claws and fangs deep inside you and perhaps you'd let him.

That was the true horror of the situation at hand. The fact that he could maul you beyond recognition and you still would not have the heart to hate him... How dastardly.

How precious.

As a beast, he was pleased to know that such fine prey had so willingly submitted to him. But, as a man, his heart could not help but to shed a tear at the thought that there was someone who actually cared.

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argentimybeloved · 3 days ago

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Despite how he acts and the little we know of him. Mydei isn’t the type to beat around the bush when he likes someone.

Now will he take some time to realise he does? Yes, but after that I believe he’s quick to tell you. And if you like him back he cherishes you.

Subtly protects you if you can’t handle yourself, but if you can fight on your own he’ll let you. But he’ll be right by your side as soon as you take a large hit.

He seems like the type to seem like he dislikes someone, but that’s just how his face always looks!

Once you’ve been with him long enough, you notice the small things that indicate how he’s feeling.

The subtle smile when he’s around you.

The slight narrow of eyes when he’s getting mad at someone.

And the silent sigh he has when he’s getting upset.

You’ve grown to know these hints, just as you two grow with each other.

#Mydei #mydei x reader #hsr mydei #honkai star rail mydei #hsr #honkai star rail #mydei x you

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mcdonaldsnumberone · 7 days ago

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AH-CHOO!

phainon has noticed something weird with his buddy, mydei, and takes it upon himself to do something about it.

gn reader but told from phainon's pov (it's a mydei x reader i prommy)

content warning(s): amphoreus spoilers

THE FIRST TIME Phainon suspected that something might be up with Mydei was when he received word that Mydei had been spending quite a bit of time listening to songs from Lipos, Okhema’s traveling bard.

It wasn’t like it was an unusual thing for Mydei to indulge in Okhema’s many cultural offerings, but what threw Phainon off was receiving word that Mydei had been listening to love songs.

And a good variety too, if his sources were correct. So it was only natural for Phainon to check up on his friend with his own two eyes. Keeping his distance, he followed his friend from a few paces, being very careful so that Mydei wouldn’t detect his presence.

Lo and behold, on a beautiful sunny day in Okhema, was none other than the crown prince of Castrum Kremnos sulking in the plaza. If Lipos suspected something was wrong, he didn’t show any sign. The bard expertly strummed at his lyre, the closing melodies of his current song filling every corner of the air.

Phainon held his breath from his hiding place behind some bushes.

The final notes of the song reverberate in the air, and Mydei claps slowly once Lipos opens his eyes and looks towards the strawberry blond man expectantly. Phainon isn’t sure if he’s seeting things correctly, but from the angle he’s at, he could have sworn he saw a bit of pink dusting the Kremnoan man’s face and neck.

Whatever it was that Lipos was singing, it must have struck a chord with Mydei.

“Any other requests?” Lipos glanced at Mydei and offered the prince a coy smile. Mydei visibly swallowed thickly and let out a loud exhale through his nose. He glances around the plaza once, twice, as if making sure no one was watching him in secret. Phainon held his breath again, not wanting to disturb even a single leaf of the bush he was using as a barrier.

“If you insist…,” Mydei mumbled back, “...Could you do the one song I requested last time? The one about Mnestia…”

Lipos’ face brightened. “Yes, of course, dear Prince! I know exactly which one you’re talking about! Yes, yes, the one in which Mnestia laments that their feelings towards Ceres may never be returned and just how deep their emotions stirred inside their chest-”

“-Not so loud…!” Mydei hissed, instinctively stepping forward as if he wanted to shove his hand over the bard’s mouth and silence him for nearly spilling his secret. “Just play the song. I… have some thinking I have to do.”

Phainon’s brain was operating at full speed as Lipos poorly stifled a giggle and strummed the lyre. So it was true that Mydei was seeking out the bard and spending copious amounts of time outside of his training to listen to various love songs. And in this case, he had specifically requested a song about unrequited love.

Something was definitely up with Mydei. But this was enough to prove Phainon’s growing suspicions and before he could risk his luck any further, the silver-haired man decided to make a ‘tactical retreat’ to gather his bearings and continue his snooping.

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THE SECOND TIME Phainon suspected that something might be up with Mydei was when one of the kids brought it up with him. It had started off as nothing more than Phainon heading into the city to run some errands and taking a seat on the curb to snack on some fruit when a group of kids ran up to him. Some of them were whispering amongst themselves while barely containing their peals of laughter.

Phainon, ever the gentleman, greeted them with a smile. “You all better be staying out of trouble! What are you guys giggling about now?”

“It’s nothing!” One kid blurted loudly.

“Mydei will scold us if we do!” Another remarked before hiding their face behind their pudgy hands, barely hiding the big grin on their face.

Phainon exaggeratedly puffed his cheeks out and pretended to pout. He had an inkling as to what it could be that was plaguing Mydei’s mind ever since his little espionage session, but if it was to the point that even the neighborhood’s kids might be onto it, it had to have gotten pretty obvious. At least, maybe to his eye—after all, Mydei could be stubbornly difficult to read at times.

“Oh, c’mon, guys,” Phainon waved his hand nonchalantly. “Do you not trust me? I can keep a secret! Besides, Mydei and I are like the bestest of friends! I’m bound to find out anything that has to do with him sooner or later.”

The kids sheepishly looked at each other, almost as if debating if their juicy secret was worth handing over to Phainon. He struck up an unassuming grin, the same one he’s used countless of times during his long journey across Amphoreus. He liked to think that it was convincing enough, especially when it’s brought him this far.

“Okay, but you gotta pinky promise not to tell anyone first!” One brave kid stepped forward, and Phainon found a chubby pinky finger stuck right in front of his face. Phainon let out a small chuckle and wrapped his own finger in a tight hook around the child’s.

“You have my word.”

The kid beckoned for Phainon to lower his head a bit further, and Phainon turned his face to offer the child his ear. The kid cupped their hands and went on their tiptoes to whisper into Phainon’s ears: “Mydei’s has a crush on someone!”

Phainon’s eyes widened, and he bit down slightly on the inside of his cheek to keep himself from saying something impulsively. The kid stepped back, only to stifle another round of laughter amongst their friends.

“What makes you think that? Can I know?” The silver-haired man quipped innocently. The group of kids stole glances amongst themselves before exclaiming in a hurry:

“He’s been blushing a lot!”

“And when we tease him about it, he gets all defensive!”

“Mhm! Normally Big Brother Mydei wouldn’t react, but now he gets all huffy and puffy!”

“But we don’t know who it is… He won’t tell us!”

Interesting. Phainon tried to memorize as many details as the kids were able to divulge, and after them demanding a truckload of snacks as repayment for their information, he finally was able to sit down by himself to ruminate over his findings of the day.

Mydei was in love.

What existed only as a mere hypothesis was now practically set in stone. And all that was left for Phainon was to figure out who exactly it was that could have captured Mydei’s guarded heart.

…

THE THIRD AND FINAL TIME Phainon suspected that something might be up with Mydei was when he was stuck doing paperwork at a nearby eatery. Aglaea had dropped a big stack of papers into his arms, mentioning that “even a Chrysos Heir must do their fair share of administrative tasks” before dismissing him quietly.

He’d probably get his work done more quickly if he wasn’t so distracted though. Only about a quarter of his thoughts were occupied with getting the paperwork filled out. The other 75% was focused on discreetly observing the man working behind the counter as much as Phainon possibly could.

But, if the scowl on said man’s face said anything, Phainon was being far from discreet.

“What is wrong with you?” Mydei growled, crossing his arms over the little apron he was sporting. “Are you here to mock me, Deliverer? See the once proud prince of Castrum Kremnos serve up pancakes like a layman?”

So much for being discreet. Well, it would have been hard to be discreet given that he was the only patron in the cafe right now. Phainon threw his hands up in mock surrender. “N-No! I am genuinely trying to do work here! Just figured I’d come down here to get some free food while I do it too.”

That was only a partial truth. If Mydei was to find out that Phainon was spying on him to find out who had ensnared the prince’s heart, the Kremnoan might strike him down harder than Nikador had done. Phainon flashed a tiny smile as a peace offering in hopes that it would be convincing enough.

Mydei thankfully didn’t press on it any further. He let out a small “hmph” and leered at Phainon as if to call him a weirdo but was none the wiser to Phainon’s greater motive. Phainon wondered who it could be that had caught Mydei’s eye. He had suspected it might have been one of Okhema’s soldiers, but observing all of Mydei’s training and sparring sessions didn’t come up with anything. It had to be someone Mydei interacted with outside of his princely duties, which was why Phainon had suspected it was someone he met during his pancake-model-cafe-worker gig, but the lack of eligible coworkers ruled that one out faster than he had expected.

Phainon sighed and stuck a hand in his hair. He gripped his pen firmly, and his eyes glossed lifelessly over the endless lines of nonsensical administrative jargon in front of him. Maybe he had truly hit a dead end. Maybe Mydei was better at concealing his secret than Phainon had initially given him credit for. Maybe he should quit trying to play matchmaker and actually focus on the work in front of him, no matter how boring it was and how much Phainon would rather to anything else than see another page of hogwash seemingly printed for the sole reason of melting his poor brain—

—”Is the cafe open?”

A polite voice broke through Phainon’s messy thoughts. He raised his eyes, only for them to widen slightly when he noticed that someone had entered the cafe. And someone rather familiar too.

He hadn’t expected you to show up.

But before he could process anything, for some reason, his intuition screamed at him to look at Mydei. He swung his head around towards his friend, and for once in his life, his intuition had done something good for him.

Starstruck.

That was the only word Phainon thought fitting to describe his friend. The way Mydei’s normally rough face softened up the instant his gaze fell on you was something that Phainon had never seen before. All you had done was stick your head into the cafe and ask if it was okay for you to come in, and Mydei was gawking at you as if he had forgotten how to act like a normal human being. You might as well have strung up the stars and the sun in the sky in Mydei’s eyes, and Phainon would have believed you.

“Oh! Great! Looks like you guys are open!” You laughed carefree before making your way in front of Mydei. Phainon pretended to bury his head into his paperwork but continued to peek over at what the two of you were doing. Hell, he wasn’t the one with the crush, but seeing Mydei’s infatuation playing out in real time was making the silver-haired man nervous for no good reason.

“And it’s good to see you here too! You make the best pancakes. Could I get a stack of ‘em? Seriously, nobody else in Okhema makes them as good as you do!” you remarked cheerfully, wiggling into a seat on the counter. Right across from Mydei, no less. Phainon couldn’t help but think if Mydei’s face got any more red, the prince would be putting the bright red color of his beloved pomegranate juice to shame.

The tension was thick enough for even Phainon to feel it. Poor Mydei. Not only was the prince already awful with expressing his true emotions, he was already rough around the edges as he was. And as if to add insult to injury, you seemed hopelessly oblivious to Mydei’s pining. You rambled on and on about your day and all the chores you had to get through before you could go home, and all Mydei could do was listen to your honeyed voice and barely stifle back the violent tremblings of his heart.

Phainon could barely sit still in his seat. He knew Mydei would have his head if he were to interfere, but this made things so much more interesting for him. Any doubts from earlier than had plagued his head were gone, replaced with countless schemes and ideas that he could utilize to give his dear friend a nudge in the right direction.

Now with all the puzzle pieces on the table, Phainon painted the clearest picture he could.

Mydei was in love, and he was in love with you.

Phainon had done his homework sneaking around and piecing together the scraps of information he could collect. With this part complete, that meant Phainon could finally move onto the next part of his plan.

And that was to concoct up a perfect way to get you two together.

Wasn’t Mydei so lucky to have such a caring friend?

#honkai star rail #hsr #mydei #honkai star rail mydei #hsr mydei #x reader #my writing #mydeis so much fun i love that they made him tsundere

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