#Mydei HSR

[aventurineswife]

🤔 do u have a thought about shrau with amphoreus ?

If I'm not wrong, they just believe in titan as their god right? What about shrau amphoreus with reader as a creator?

Like just Imagine it, when they knew about reader as a creator or aeon reader and how they will react

OKAY OKAY, I MAY NOT BE GOOD AT THIS BUT HEAR ME OUT!

If Amphoreus is a world that reveres Titans as gods, then suddenly discovering the Reader (aka you) as a Creator/Aeon would shake their entire belief system to its core. The Chrysos Heirs, warriors devoted to slaying corrupted Titans and recovering their Coreflames, would have to face the terrifying realization that the entity they’ve been unknowingly serving might be above the very gods they worship.

The Chrysos Heirs—Mydei, Phainon, Castorice—are devoted to prophecy and divine will. If they discovered that the true weaver of fate, the one who oversees their struggles and triumphs, is actually you, their entire worldview would fracture.

Mydei, the Undying Warrior, might react with reverence, but also conflict.

"The Coreflame trials, the prophecy, the Titans... were they mere threads in your tapestry? Have I only been playing my part in a story you have already written?"

He would feel both honored and trapped—knowing that his fate was not his own but also that his suffering had purpose.

Phainon, the Deliverer, might be the first to fully embrace you.

"If you are the one who spins the threads of destiny, then everything we have done… it has been for you, hasn’t it?"

He’d see it as a blessing, a sign that their struggles were leading toward something far greater. He might fully devote himself to you, no longer just as a warrior, but as a disciple.

Castorice, the Daughter of the River Styx, would have an eerie calm about it.

"Death and fate have always danced hand in hand. If you are the one who weaves, then I have been treading upon your strings all my life."

She might not even be surprised—only resigned, knowing that she had always been walking the path you had set.

The people of Amphoreus, especially those who still worship Titans as gods, would be terrified. If they learn that their world is merely a fragment of your design, it could split the faction into two:

Those who believe the Titans are still divine, and you are merely another force in the cosmos.

Those who believe you are the true god—the one above all, the being who even Titans obey.

Some might fall into despair, realizing that their gods are no more than pieces of a larger game board, and that your will can rewrite their fate at any moment. Others might become fanatical, believing that serving you is the only true path.

The Coreflames, remnants of the Titans’ divine power, might now take on an entirely new meaning—if the Titans were once creations under your will, then does that mean their power also stems from you?

If Mydei and Phainon failed the Coreflame Trial, was it because you willed it?

Phainon, who vanished after the trial, might see it as a test from you—a call to prove himself.

Mydei, bound by honor and sacrifice, might struggle with whether his suffering was truly his own choice… or merely an inevitable step in the story you wrote.

The most horrifying realization for them? That every battle, every struggle, every death was something you already knew would happen.

If Mydei has died a thousand times, then you—the Aeon of Fate—must have allowed it each time.

"You… knew? Every strike, every wound, every death I suffered—you saw them all?"

The idea that they were never free, that their victories and failures were written into existence, could be devastating.

Some would see you as salvation rather than as a distant, cosmic force. They’d offer the Coreflames to you as divine tribute, seeing them not as remnants of fallen Titans, but as pieces of a world you once shaped.

The most devout warriors might seek to serve you personally, casting aside their oaths to the Titans and the prophecy.

Mydei, should he fully accept your will, might become your sword of fate, carrying out your judgment across Amphoreus.

Phainon, ever the perfectionist, might strive to prove himself worthy in your eyes, seeking to become your chosen deliverer.

Castorice, attuned to the whispers of death, might become your priestess, ensuring that those who fall in battle meet their end as fate intended.

Once the truth of your existence reaches Amphoreus, the world would never be the same. The Titans' worshippers, the Chrysos Heirs, the Coreflame Trials—everything would shift under the weight of the realization that you have always been watching.

Some will fight for you.

Some will fear you.

Some will desperately seek your favor.

But no matter how they react, one truth remains: they were never beyond your reach.

[jd-loves-fiction]

Hi, is it possible to make a request with Mydei and (fem) Reader, who is from Astral Express, but her fighting style is related to pistols (for example, look at Carlotta's gameplay from Wuthering Wave's). Reader manages to be elegant in battle, which slightly irritates Mydei, so he makes fun of her, but she does not lag behind and responds in kind. Thanks in advance ❤️

🌑ooh Carlotta's fighting style is everything and very kookoo about Mydei PERFECT!! :D (very short :()

Damned outworlders and their machinery. Loud and attention grabbing, forcing Mydei to look away from the opponent in front of him and in your direction just in time to see you gracefully avoid getting your head chopped off before shooting the perpetrator in the face.

Definitely not because he himself cannot help but glance your way be it in battle or out of it. Though the moment he’s caught staring he’s quick to give some lazy excuse about how you’re too showy or something of that kind – says the half naked man.

“53!” Mydei exclaims triumphantly, “How about you?” he shouts just as you swiftly take down another enemy.

“57 and are we really still doing this? You’ll only get your ego bruised when you inevitably lose to me, like I warned you.” You reply smugly, but you can't deny your excitement at the stiff competition – though the words would never leave your lips.

“I wasn't aware you possessed the power of clairvoyance. Though if you do, I suspect it’s a faulty imitation of the real thing – for I will be the obvious victor.” He states proudly, slashing down every enemy that comes too close.

“Don't your shoulders hurt from carrying your huge ego around?”

Mydei’s eyes narrow deviously, turning in your direction with a wide smirk split across his face – nothing good on his mind, to be sure, “They do, now that you mention it. Want to give me a hand?”

His lion’s eyes zero in on you, razor focused, waiting to see your amusing reaction to his usual teasing.

A bullet whizzes just past his ear, grazing his blond locks, following the sound of a gunshot, barrel pointed in his direction, “There's your helping hand.”

Mydei scowls in response, thanking every god he knows that you're alone or else he'd never hear the end of it. Though he's sure Phainon will hear of it soon enough.Damned outworlders and their machinery and their sharp tongues and graceful movements… damn them for sending his heart aflutter so easily.

[rinsanityy]

phainon is no stranger to being a gentleman. whenever the two of you are spending time with one another, he would always be the one to treat you whether it was to lunch or even shopping in the local market. you'll always find his hand pressed to the small of your back but while weaving through crowds, he's got his arm wrapped around your shoulder in order not to lose you in the mass of people. this man is willing to give you the royalty treatment simply because you deserve it. when phainon finds himself deep in his thoughts, you will always be lingering at the back of his mind, and he unconsciously smiles at the mere thought of you.

despite her heart that had long been frozen, aglaea does not fail in the romance department. if you find yourself in the heroes' bath, she will tend to whatever needs you may have and even accompany you during your stay. if she happens to find the time, she will use it wisely and sew a brand new garment just for you. she has already wrapped it up and will hold onto it until she sees you again. the warmth you give by simply being by her side is so unfamiliar yet it is enough to begin thawing her frosted heart.

for the crown prince of castrum kremnos, mydei isn't exactly known for having a kind nature. regardless of his intimidating appearance, it's quite obvious that the prince has grown to have a soft spot for you. if there is someone causing you trouble, mydei will appear by your side and he's already scared the person off with merely one sentence. sometimes the two of you would engage in playful banter, countering the other’s teasing remark with another. mydei will never succumb to fatigue in the midst of battle for he always reminds himself that you are waiting for him on the other side.

being the first chrysos heir to obtain a titan's coreflame and ascend to that of a demi-god, tribbie finds themselves to be somewhat of a mentor figure towards the others. if they ever find out that you're not feeling well, they will make sure to remind you to always take care of yourself. they are always happy to educate you about various topics as they take joy in being able to talk for hours and having someone listening to them intently. it is only natural for the teacher to worry about their student’s well being, how else will they be able to continue guiding you if you’re not in a stable condition to be guided?

she may have no experience whatsoever about romance but that doesn't mean castorice refuses to try and learn. she takes interest in the things that bring you joy and will remember the smallest and most random things about yourself. although her power restricts herself from making any physical contact with you, castorice makes sure to keep you safe and free from harm's way. each passing moment that she spends with you, castorice cherishes each and every one all the same. the servant of death is no stranger to the inevitable fate that awaits you but she cannot even bring herself to think about that when you were so intertwined in the present.

a genius and a charmer basically sums up the kind of person that anaxa is. he is always amused to see you fascinated whenever he displays the unique magic that he holds. similar to tribbie, he is fond of teaching you things without making you feel dumb. he dislikes whenever you downplay your intelligence and assures you that you're talented and intellectually capable in your own way. anaxa is a firm believer that every little part of your being is fascinating, it makes him inclined to continue finding out more about who you are.

hyacine always finds herself pleased to see how well you respond to her affection. although a little shy at first, she is willing to try different things with you. after a tiring day, hyacine simply wants to lay down on a sturdy branch of a big tree with you beside her, watching the birds soar through the sky while the suns fall and stars rise. the priest does not know what future lies in store but what she does know is that one day, when you two have passed on, you will take to the skies beside one another and soar to the stars.. just like the birds the two of you have watched do all the time.

just like how she has a talent for swiping people's valuables, cipher sure has a talent for stealing your heart. seeing as you're already aware of her skill of sleight, you find yourself wondering which poor citizen she swiped whenever you receive a gift from her. although a thief should never linger too long around their target, cipher cannot refuse any request of physical touch from you. you don’t expect much out of the aftermath of a bad day, at least not until a certain thief shows up at your doorstep and greets you with a flower or two that had been swiped from one of the largest flower fields that amphoreus has to offer.

note: written before version 3.1 therefore some if not most characters are ooc. tribbie’s scenario is purely platonic, otherwise the rest of them can be intepreted as romantic or platonic.

©rinsanityy 2025 do not plagiarize or repost my content.

[quinii09]

Yes

[arvellll]

I finally complete Mydei

More experiments with red 💋

[heidilylovely]

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.

[vortexbloom]

Phainon & Mydei as your Husbands (Headcanons)

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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 ☼꥟☽

[madthetruemad]

Hello,

If you're still taking requests, could I trouble you with how Mydei would react after learning from his girlfriend, that her ex has been messaging/bothering her lately ?

Currently going through this unpleasant experience right now...

(You can add other characters of your choice if you're inspired, otherwise only Mydei will do)

Hope you have a nice day

Mydei is definitely the type to

Get all the info of what your ex has been doing

And then go and beat up said ex

You fidgeted in place as you had already handed Mydei your phone. Mydei didn’t ask for it, or anything like that. You actually gave it to him in hopes of him being able to fix a problem you’ve been having…

Recently, an ex of yours has been nonstop harassing you. You’ve tried blocking them, but they managed to find a way around it. And, well, you say harassing but it’s more like they keep messaging you in hopes of getting back together which is something you definitely don’t want at all!!

The only problem? You’re not exactly a confrontational person, and your ex knew that. Luckily though, Mydei was all about confrontation.

He handed your phone back once he got done going through the messages your ex sent you.

“Where- where are you going?”

“To deal with a problem.”

You hurried after him, your arm wrapping around his. Not to stop him, of course, you just wanted to be there to make sure he doesn’t kill anyone.

Looking at you from the corner of his eye, he shook you off his arm before wrapping it around your shoulders and pulling you close.

“Should of relied on me sooner. I’ll take care of anyone who messes with you.”

“Thank you, Mydei.”

[ddeltacrane]

Mydeimos

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[veenus-flowertrap]

Mydei: I have a plan. Galen: Good! As long as we aren’t breaking the law again, I’m open to hearing it. Mydei: … Galen: … Mydei: I no longer have a plan.

[the-original-skipps]

|| Dinner? A Bath? Or Me? || Honkai Star Rail Reactions ||

the thing I did for windbreaker imma do it for hsr too mehehehe just experimenting if this is well received I’ll do more

requests are open btw check my blog!

: aventurine. dr.ratio. sunday. dan heng. phainon. mydei.

cw: hints of sexual content. suggestiveness. established relationship. gn!reader. possible oocness (first time writing for some of these characters). art used does not belong to me but credited to it's rightful owner.

"Welcome home! Would you like dinner? A bath? Or perhaps me...?"

❥ Aventurine stills for a moment before his signature smile graces his face. You can already feel his mischievousness radiating off of him in waves as he steps closer to you, to stand directly in front of you. He acts as if he's in deep contemplation at your words. "Dinner does sound nice, I'm absolutely famished! Though, a nice hot bath does sound equally as enticing." He says with a playful mirth, trying to gauge your reaction. He's quick to notice the slight down pull of your lips - as expected of you, his smile grows wider. "Ah, the third option?" He asks like an afterthought but you know it's intentional. His face inching closer to yours while his gloved hand teasingly trails up your arm. His eyes lock you into a hypnotic trance that you can't possibly look away from. 

"Hmm and what might you be able to offer me...?"

❥ Dr. Ratio's face is serious as he digests your question. "Dinner followed by a bath would sound like the most logical option." He tells you as if he's stating a basic fact which causes you to deflate. "However..." You perk up at his words. "Exercising before eating has been known to lead to improved insulin responses and a higher fat burning rate." He speaks to you as he walks past you towards the hallway of your shared home. You feel your face grow how at his implication and use of the word 'exercising'. Then he suddenly stops to look back at you, his reddish eyes locking onto you. "Why don't we do a little exercising before dinner?" The atmosphere in the room shifting with the implication of his words. His face remains serious as he motions you to follow him.

"I simply chose the option with the most merits, that would be beneficial for the both of us."

❥ Sunday blanks out as he tries to process your words and the possible meaning behind them. As he eliminates all possible answers and lands on the one you’re most likely insinuating. His face starts to flush - his wings twitching from the urge to hide his face. "By ‘me’, are you possibly implying...?" Sunday manages to stutter out as he shyly looks towards you - awaiting your confirmation. You can't help but laugh softly at his question before nodding. Sunday matches your nod with his own letting the words sink in. The halovian hesitantly steps closer to you, taking your hands in his. "Then, may I h-have you...?" He asks you a slight nervousness laced within his voice as he brings your hands for his lips brush against your knuckles. A smile blossoms on his face as you accept. 

"T-Thank you, I promise to take good care of you..."

❥ Dan Heng freezes as you ask him this question. Keeping his face as neutral as possible. Your words immediately reminding him of a certain grey haired friend. He wonders if it was their idea to make you pose this kind of question to him. His eyes nervously shift around the room to make sure they’re really not hiding, watching his reaction. Once Dan Heng confirms the coast is clear, he clears his throat awkwardly looking away from you in embarrassment. The full weight of your words and intentions hitting him at once. “Sorry, I-I must have heard you wrong. Did you say ‘me’..?” You eagerly confirm, a smile beaming on your face. He pauses as he considers his next words, trying to come up with possible answers to your question. Your prolonged silence as you await his answer makes his cheeks grow redder by the second.

“I s-suppose one of those options does sound appealing to me…”

❥ Phainon couldn't contain the excited smile that breaks out on his face at your words. He immediately walks up to you, but before you could react to his sudden closeness. His hands hook underneath your thighs, lifting you to his press against his chest. You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself. Feeling pleased, Phainon chuckles at your reaction. “Why, my dear. I believe the answer should be obvious.” He answers you with a bright smile as he walks over to the dining table, then carefully placing you upon it. He then places his hands on your cheeks, cradling your face as if you're his most prized possession. Your body tensing as the pad of his thumb brushes against your button lip - his previous smile turning into a smirk. 

“You don’t even need to ask, the answer will always be you.”

❥ Mydei smirks, a deep resounding chuckle rumbling from his chest. “How bold of you to ask me such a thing.” He proclaims as he slowly walks towards you like a lion stalking his prey. His crimson eyes rooting you to the spot, daring you to even try to move away from him. “I don’t think dinner can satisfy the hunger I have right now.” He almost growls to you, as if he's trying his best to hold himself back from pouncing on you right now. As you momentarily look away from him in embarrassment, he uses his fingers to tilt your chin up. "Eyes on me." He orders, his eyes swirling with want while his other hand holds your waist to pull you until you're pressed against him. You feel your breath stolen away with how quickly his lips descend upon yours.

“I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

[miniemizu]

*kisses the prince* ☀️🍷

my first phaidei art, i love their puppykitty dynamic so much rraaahhhhhh

[b1adie]

amphoreus' saga of heroes ✧ mydei

[starrygazers]

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

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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[quinii09]

Idk which looks better than which so I post both version

[livelaughlovesubs]

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…?