#mydei

[edgichel]

MYDEI

[harmonysanreads]

Something tells me mydei's written by a woman, HE'S THE DREAM GUY FRFR😭🙏

Now that you mention it, that makes a lot of sense. So, Mydei —

Knows how to cook (most important)

Is good with kids (very important)

Adds milk to his pomegranate juice to make it pink (shows he doesn't care about nonsense like ‘girly colors’)

Is a History nerd (probably because he lived through a lot of it... I joke)

Doesn't like alcohol and almost never drinks (we love a sober man)

Is very handsome, hot and attractive and hot. Did I mention hot —

Can tear things to shreds with his bare hands (no one will dare mess with you if they know you're affiliated with him)

Not good at Math (but that's where we bring up the calculator)

Is the Crown Prince.

A cat person (?)

Is very patient (go tug at his hair and poke at his cheeks... if you dare :3)

Is not constrained by tradition and is willing to embrace new views. Very open-minded, even if it doesn't seem like it.

You'll just have to figure out a way around the immortality bit, don't lose this guy. But even if you're forced to, he'll wait for you. Because did I mention he's a patient man?

[sviteer]

<3

[heliosunny]

Hear me out: mydei falling hard for reader after reader saved him and being his beaming star. Mydei slowly going the yan route and being obsessed at reader because who could be more worthy to stand by their side except him who reader has extended their hand to?

Yandere!Mydei x Reader

When you found him, his body lay crumpled against the jagged rocks, blood seeping into the cracks. His armor was shattered, and his breathing came in shallow, uneven gasps. A monster attack, perhaps— or an ambush. Whatever the cause, he had been left for dead.

But you couldn’t just leave him.

Gently, you knelt beside him, pressing your fingers to his pulse. Faint but steady. Relief washed over you, followed by urgency. You couldn’t carry him far in this state, so you did the only thing you could—you stayed. Tending to his wounds, keeping him warm, whispering reassurances to an unconscious stranger.

Days passed before he woke.

His eyes, dulled by pain and confusion, flickered open. They roamed the unfamiliar surroundings before settling on you, and something in them softened.

“Who…” His voice cracked. “Who are you?”

“A traveler. I found you injured and decided to help.”

He blinked, struggling to sit up before wincing in pain. His fingers curled weakly against the fabric of the blanket you’d wrapped around him. “I… don’t remember anything.”

You had expected that. The head wound he’d sustained was severe, and it was a miracle he had survived.

“That’s alright” you said gently. “Just rest. You’re safe now.”

Days turned to weeks. His strength returned, but his memories did not. Each morning, he woke with his eyes seeking only you. Each night, he fell asleep listening to your voice, as though it were the only tether he had to this world. He clung to you, never straying far, always watching, always following.

“You saved me” he whispered one evening, his fingers ghosting over yours. “No one else did.”

“I was just in the right place at the right time.”

But he shook his head. “No. It had to be you.”

You noticed it a few days after he had woken up.

A small, ornate pendant tucked beneath the tattered remains of his clothes. You hadn’t given it much thought at first—just another piece of jewelry, perhaps—but when you turned it over in your fingers, you saw the intricate insignia etched onto the surface. It was not just any trinket. This was a crest. A symbol of some importance.

“You had this with you when I found you” you told him, showing him the pendant. “Do you recognize it?”

He took it carefully, his fingers brushing against yours before settling on the cool metal. His brows furrowed as he stared at it, “No… but it feels familiar.”

That was something.

You took it upon yourself to investigate. If he had been attacked, if someone had left him for dead, there had to be a reason. And if he had come from somewhere important enough to carry a crest like this, someone out there might be looking for him.

It wasn’t easy tracking down the origin of the insignia, but after asking a few merchants and showing it to travelers passing through, you finally got a lead. A noble house. A powerful one.

When you returned to him that night, you found him staring at the pendant as if willing it to give him answers. His grip tightened the moment he saw you. “Did you find something?”

“I think so. There’s a noble house that uses this crest. If you came from there—”

“No.” His response was immediate. His eyes bore into you, the desperation in them unmistakable. “I don’t want to go back.”

“But if they’re your family—”

“You’re my family. You’re the one who found me. The one who stayed.”

You sighed, watching as he clutched the pendant like a lifeline.

“I’m just a stranger,” you said softly. “I found you, yes, but that doesn’t mean you belong with me. If this noble house is truly your home, then you deserve to know.”

His jaw tensed, his fingers tightening around the pendant. For a moment, you thought he would refuse. But then, reluctantly, he nodded. “…If you say so.”

You led him back.

The noble estate wasn’t far from where you had been staying. Grand, towering, but the moment you arrived, something felt… off. The people who greeted him were all smiles, their voices laced with relief. “Young Master, you’ve returned! We feared the worst!”

But their eyes told a different story.

You noticed how their gazes flickered, scanning him like he was a puzzle missing its most crucial pieces. Their warmth was surface-level, forced. And though they welcomed him with open arms, their words carried an eerie weight.

“You must be tired. Rest now, we will take care of everything.”

You excused yourself quickly, saying you had a place to return to, but in truth, you lingered. The estate was vast, but your temporary lodging was close enough to overhear hushed conversations in the night. And what you heard chilled you.

“He doesn’t remember anything?” A voice—sharp, laced with amusement.

“No. It’s like he’s been wiped clean.”

“Not surprising. He was never the strongest. Without his memory, he’s even more useless.”

“And easier to deal with,” another voice chimed in, colder than the rest. “The game is still ongoing. One less contender makes things simpler.”

A game. A cruel, bloodstained battle between siblings, and Mydei—before, he had been able to survive it. But now? Now, he was lost, vulnerable. He had no idea of the danger he was in.

You gritted your teeth. That accident—was it truly an accident? Or was it their doing?

The realization settled like a stone in your chest. You couldn’t just leave him here.

He wouldn’t survive. Not like this.

You couldn’t just walk away. Not when you knew the truth. Not when he was in danger. So you did what you had to—you found a way in.

Disguising yourself wasn’t difficult. The estate was grand, but like any noble house, it needed servants to run smoothly. You took on the guise of one, slipping through the halls unnoticed, watching over Mydei from the shadows.

He wasn’t faring well.

His so-called family treated him with courtesy in public, but behind closed doors, their true nature bled through. They ignored him at best, undermined him at worst. Servants whispered behind his back, while his siblings watched him like vultures waiting for a corpse to rot.

Still, he tried. He struggled to regain some semblance of control, to remember who he was. But without his memories, he was stumbling in the dark. And no one was there to guide him.

No one except you.

You found ways to help—small, subtle things. Placing a knife just within his reach when someone tried to corner him. Leaving behind old journal pages you had stolen from his quarters, hoping to jog his memory. Whispering warnings when danger lurked too close.

At first, he didn’t notice.

Then he started to suspect.

Late one night, as you were preparing to slip away after another act of sabotage against his enemies, a firm hand grabbed your wrist. You froze, heart hammering as you turned to meet his gaze.

“I knew it” he breathed, eyes wide with something between relief and disbelief. “You—why are you here?”

You hesitated. Telling him the truth was dangerous. But lying to him? That felt even worse.

“…I couldn’t leave you” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “They want you dead, Mydei.”

“I—” He staggered back, gripping his head as a sharp pain lanced through him. Then, as if something had finally cracked open within him, his body trembled.

Memories—fragmented, hazy, but unmistakable—flooded back.

The battles. The betrayals. The bloodshed.

And you. You, standing in the light, offering him your hand. When his eyes lifted to yours again, they were no longer clouded with confusion.

“You came back for me,” he murmured, stepping closer, his fingers curling around your wrist. “You stayed.”

He remembered now.

And he wasn’t going to let you go.

“You stayed” he repeated, “Even when you knew what I was.”

“You heard them. You knew what they planned to do to me. You knew what kind of world I come from. Yet you still came back for me.”

This was a different Mydei. The man before you was not the helpless one you had saved. He had survived in a world where power meant everything, where hesitation was death. And now that he had remembered? He was embracing it once more.

“I should thank you” he murmured, lifting your hand and brushing his lips over your knuckles. “Not just for saving me, but for reminding me that I have something worth keeping.”

“Mydei—”

“Listen.”

“You saved me. That means you are mine.”

“This place is nothing but a den of vipers” he continued, his voice calm, “I won’t waste my time playing their little games anymore.”

“So let’s make a deal.”

“What… kind of deal?”

“You stay by my side.” His fingers traced down to your collarbone, “You keep helping me, just as you have been.”

“And in return?”

“I’ll make sure you never have to worry about anyone else ever again.” His smile widened, “No more threats. No more enemies.”

But you weren’t ready for this.

So you did the only thing you could.

You forced a shaky smile, lifted your hand, and clasped his in a firm shake. “I’ll… think about it”

“Good.”

The moment his fingers left yours, you turned and ran.

You didn’t dare look back.

The Mydei you had cared for, the one who had clung to you with quiet desperation, was gone. In his place was a man who had remembered exactly who he was—a ruthless survivor, a predator who had lived through cruelty and now embraced it like an old friend.

And yet, as you fled through the halls, one thought nagged at you.

He let you go.

He could have stopped you.

But he didn’t.

Because he had something more important to do.

You had overheard the whispers. The plots. The disdain his so-called family held for him. And now that he had regained his memories, there was no doubt in your mind—they would pay for what they did to him.

You didn’t stop running until you were far from the main estate, your breath ragged, heart hammering against your ribs. You found an empty corridor, pressed yourself against the cold stone wall, and tried to collect your thoughts.

A distant sound echoed through the halls—the sharp clang of metal, the unmistakable shouts of panic. The purge had begun.

You swallowed hard, hands trembling as you clenched them into fists. Mydei wasn’t hesitating anymore. Now that his memories had returned, he wouldn’t let his enemies walk away unscathed.

The people who had left him for dead, the ones who had scorned him, plotted against him—he would make sure they suffered.

And once he was done with them?

His attention would turn back to you.

A sickening realization settled in your chest. You weren’t just someone who had saved him anymore. You had become something far more important in his eyes. His savior. His only ally.

You had to leave.

You turned sharply and began moving, sticking to the shadows as you made your way toward the outer edges of the estate. Your mind raced.

Another scream rang out in the distance, quickly cut off. You forced yourself not to flinch. If you let fear control you now, you’d never make it out.

“Leaving so soon?”

There he was.

Standing in the moonlight, his silhouette framed against the darkened estate, his clothes stained with fresh crimson.

Mydei smiled.

“I was hoping you’d wait for me.”

“It’s only natural to leave” you said, watching him carefully. “I’m no more than a wanderer. I never belonged here in the first place.”

Mydei tilted his head, as if amused by the excuse. He didn’t move closer, but the weight of his gaze made it feel as though he had.

“I saved you” you continued, keeping your tone even. “That’s enough for me. You have your memories now, your strength. You should settle. Surviving in a family like this… it’s already exhausting, isn’t it?”

“Settle?”

“You really think I’m the type to settle?”

“You don’t have to keep fighting anymore. You’ve won.”

“You think this was about winning?” Mydei murmured. “About just… surviving?” His fingers trailed against the hilt of his weapon, still stained from the night’s work. “No. This was about getting rid of obstacles.”

“Then you don’t need me here anymore.”

“You’re wrong. You’re the only one who reached for me when I had nothing” he murmured. “The only one who stayed. That makes you mine more than anyone else here.”

“Mydei—”

“I’ll let you go.”

You blinked. “What?”

“You want to leave, don’t you?” He said “Fine. Go. Run as far as you like.”

“You… mean it?”

“Of course. But I’ll find you again. You can run, but in the end, you’ll see it too.”

“See what?”

“That no one is more worthy to stand beside you than me.”

-----

Rumors spread like wildfire.

Whispers carried from town to town, tales of a noble house that had drowned in blood overnight. Servants who fled spoke of screams that echoed through the grand halls, of bodies left to rot where they fell. The once-mighty family was no more—only one remained.

The lone survivor. The victor.

Those who dared approach the estate after the massacre told stories of its transformation. The walls, once pristine, were streaked with dried crimson. The grand halls were silent, save for the occasional, eerie creak of a door left ajar. The air reeked of iron and death. Corpses had been left untouched for days, a warning to those who thought to interfere.

Some claimed that Mydei had executed them all himself, his blade carving through flesh without hesitation. Others believed he had simply watched, allowing his enemies to tear each other apart before delivering the final blow.

It didn’t matter which was true. The result was the same.

A house once filled with rivalry, deception, and cruelty had been emptied—purified. And at the center of it all stood the man who had orchestrated it.

You heard the rumors, of course.

But you didn’t linger on them. You had left that place behind. The bloodshed wasn’t yours to worry about.

You convinced yourself of that.

But Mydei hadn’t forgotten you.

With his newfound influence, he set his sights on something far more personal.

You had called yourself a wanderer, someone who did not belong to any one place.

So he devised a way to lure wanderers to him.

At first, it was subtle—news spreading of a noble who welcomed travelers, offering shelter, food, and protection within his domain. Stories were spun of a man who had risen above the cruelty of his past, who sought to create something different. A sanctuary for those with nowhere else to go.

It was a lie dressed in warmth, bait laid out with careful precision.

Some came out of curiosity. Others out of desperation.

And those who entered his grasp never truly left.

Because the moment you stepped inside his domain, you ceased to be a wanderer.

You had been traveling for a while, putting distance between yourself and the blood-soaked estate you left behind. The rumors reached your ears, but you told yourself they weren’t your concern.

Or so you thought.

It wasn’t until you ran into an old companion on the road that doubt began to creep in.

They spotted you first, calling out your name with excitement. You hadn’t seen them in ages, and the warmth of a familiar face eased something in your chest. But as you caught up, their words took a turn you hadn’t expected.

“I finally found a place to settle down” they said, smiling. “A safe haven. You wouldn’t believe it, but Mydei is the one who made it.”

“Mydei?”

“Yeah! He’s completely different from what the rumors say.” They laughed. “People make him sound like some bloodthirsty warlord, but he’s nothing like that. He’s strong, yeah, but fair. He looks out for people like us— drifters, those without a home.”

“And… you trust him?”

“Of course.” They gave you a curious look. “Why wouldn’t I? You should come see for yourself. He’d be happy to see you.”

You told yourself that Mydei was violent, dangerous. But what if—what if it wasn’t as simple as that? You had seen how his family treated him. Surviving in that environment had required cruelty.

Maybe he wasn’t a monster. Maybe he had only done what was necessary.

And now, he had built something better.

Did you really owe it to yourself to keep running from a ghost of the past?

Or was it time to see for yourself what he had become?

Your friend was a skilled hunter, always had been. They carried their latest catch—a freshly hunted deer—over their shoulder with ease, chatting away about how they planned to share the meat at the settlement Mydei had built.

You followed them, your cloak drawn tightly around you, hood casting a shadow over your face. It was better this way. If Mydei truly didn’t recognize you, you could slip in and out unnoticed, just another traveler passing through.

The settlement itself was… not what you expected.

It was thriving.

People moved about with ease, trading goods, chatting, tending to their daily work. There was no fear in their eyes, no signs of oppression. Children ran through the streets laughing. A group of fighters sparred in the courtyard, refining their skills under the watchful eyes of experienced mentors.

It felt normal.

And at the center of it all stood him.

He was speaking with a group of people, his posture relaxed, his voice calm. No bloodstained clothes, no blade in hand—just a leader among his people, guiding them.

You swallowed hard, gripping your cloak a little tighter.

Your companion led you around, showing you different parts of the settlement. They introduced you to others, spoke about how safe it was, how Mydei ensured no one went hungry, how he took in those with nowhere else to go.

Could this really be him?

You told yourself it didn’t matter. You had seen enough. It was time to leave. But just as you turned to slip away, a familiar voice stopped you in your tracks.

“You.”

Mydei stood just a few feet away, his golden eyes locked onto you.

“…I know you.”

Your hood still covered most of your face, but it didn’t matter.

He had recognized you.

The moment stretched unbearably long—then he moved. Before you could react, his hand grasped your wrist.

“Let go.���

“You came back.”

“I didn’t come for you” you said, keeping your voice steady. “I was passing through.”

“Passing through? So you expect me to believe that fate just conveniently led you here? To me?”

“You ran from me” he murmured, tilting his head as he studied you. “Yet here you are. Tell me…Did you miss me?”

You clenched your jaw, yanking your arm free at last. “I don’t owe you an explanation.”

“No, I suppose you don’t.” He straightened, “But it doesn’t matter. You’re here now.”

Your friend, sensing the tension, hesitated before speaking. “You two… know each other?”

“We do” he said “And we have unfinished business.”

“We have nothing to discuss.”

“I disagree. Come with me.”

You hesitated.

“You’re causing a scene” he added, “Unless you’d rather continue this conversation with an audience?”

“Hey, if this is a bad time—” Your hunter friend tried to get in between.

“I’ll return them shortly”

“Fine.” You said.

He led you through the settlement, past bustling market stalls and well-armed guards who gave him nods of respect.

Eventually, you found yourself in a quieter part of the settlement—inside what looked like his personal quarters. The door shut behind you.

“So? What do you want?”

Mydei leaned back against the desk, crossing his own arms “That’s my question to you,” he said. “Why are you here?”

You scoffed. “I already told you—I was passing through. Not everything revolves around you, Mydei.”

“You expect me to believe that?”

“I don’t care what you believe” you shot back. “I saved your life, and this is how you treat me? Grabbing me, dragging me away, demanding answers as if I owe you something?”

“You did save me.” His voice was quieter now.

“That’s why I can’t let you go.” His golden eyes locked onto yours. “Do you think I could forget that? Do you think I want to?”

“You’re acting like I belong to you just because of that.”

“I’m not acting.”

You shook your head. “That’s not how this works. I didn’t save you so you could claim me.”

“I never asked you to save me” he murmured, pushing off the desk and stepping closer. “Yet you did.”

His hand lifted, hovering near your face for just a moment before he let it drop.

“And now, you expect me to just… let you walk away?” His smile was faint, but his eyes told a different story. “That’s cruel, don’t you think?”

Your hands curled into fists, anger boiling over.

“You don’t get to twist this on me” you snapped. “I saved your life because it was the right thing to do. That doesn’t mean I owe you my existence.”

You turned on your heel, making for the door.

“Please” Mydei’s voice rang out—low, almost desperate. “Don’t leave.”

“You can do anything to me,” he continued, his voice trembling slightly. “Hate me, punish me, curse me—but don’t go.”

Something in you wavered.

That voice, that vulnerability—it was just like the Mydei you had first saved. The one who had clung to you like a lost child, who had looked at you as if you were the only light in his world. The one who, despite everything, had needed you.

Was this still him?

Slowly, you turned, and the moment your eyes met his, something shifted.

His expression had changed.

Gone was the pleading, fragile look. In its place was something else entirely.

“Oh?” His voice was smooth now. “So you do like that side of me.”

Realization hit you like a crashing wave.

The moment he saw your hesitation, your concern, he had turned it against you.

You took a step back. “You—”

“I wondered” Mydei mused, tilting his head. “You always looked at me differently when I was weak. When I was the one needing you.”

He took a slow step forward, his smirk deepening. “Did it make you feel important?” His voice was silk laced with something dangerous. “Knowing I depended on you?”

“That’s not—”

“But the moment I changed—became stronger, took control—you hated it.” His eyes studied you, as if unraveling every thought in your head. “Did you only like me when I was fragile?”

“That’s not true.”

He let out a low chuckle. “Isn’t it?”

You hated the way he was looking at you now—like he had figured you out.

----

You had only been traveling for a day when disaster struck.

It happened so fast.

One moment, you were walking alongside your companion, the two of you chatting idly. The next—

The ground beneath you gave way after a sharp snap.

You barely had time to react before your body plunged downward, a concealed pit lined with jagged spikes waiting below. Your instincts screamed—twisting midair, you barely managed to avoid being skewered outright.

But pain still erupted in your side as a sharpened point grazed deep, slicing through cloth and flesh alike.

You hit the bottom hard, the breath knocked from your lungs. Blood soaked into your clothes. Above you, your companion leaned over the edge of the pit, their expression twisted into something that sent a chill down your spine.

Mockery.

"Ah… damn," they mused, lips curling. "That looked like it hurt."

You forced yourself to push up on shaking arms, ignoring the pain searing through your side.

"You know, I always wondered how someone like you got by on your own. Guess you’re not as lucky as you thought, huh?"

"You…"

“Oh, don’t give me that look.” They sighed, stretching lazily. “Do you have any idea how much he was willing to pay for this?”

He?

This wasn’t an accident.

This was a setup.

And before you could even begin to process it—

Another figure stepped into view.

Boots hitting the ground softly. A shadow against the waning light above.

"Tsk. What a mess."

Mydei.

“I told them to be careful with you,” he murmured, gaze trailing lazily over your wound. "Seems they got a little too eager."

"You know how it is. Accidents happen."

"Mm." Mydei tilted his head, as if contemplating something.

"Good thing I’m here to save you, then."

Pain pulsed through your side, but it was nothing compared to the ice-cold dread seeping into your veins.

Mydei was still crouched at the edge of the pit.

Your so-called friend, still standing beside him, let out a short laugh. “Well, I’ve held up my end of the deal.” they said, dusting off their hands. “So? My payment?”

Mydei sighed, almost lazily. “Ah. Yes. About that…”

And then, with a sudden, fluid motion—

His dagger flashed.

Your companion staggered, their eyes wide, hands flying to their throat—where crimson spilled between their fingers.

You froze, horror locking your limbs in place.

They tried to speak, but all that came out was a wet, gurgling noise. They collapsed to their knees, fingers clawing uselessly at the ground—at Mydei’s boot.

“Greedy little thing” he murmured.

And then—he kicked them. Their body tumbled forward—right into the pit.

You barely had time to react before they landed beside you with a sickening thud.

Dead.

Your entire body trembled.

Slowly, you forced yourself to look up.

Mydei was still there, watching you. His blade gleamed with fresh blood, his expression unreadable.

“Now,” he said, “that’s one problem taken care of.”

His gaze drifted down to you, lingering on your wound.

“All that’s left,” he murmured, “is you.”

You barely had time to react before he leapt down, landing gracefully beside you. He knelt, completely unfazed by the corpse only inches away.

“You’re hurt” he observed softly, as if this was some tragic twist of fate and not a consequence of his actions.

You flinched as he pressed against the wound, sharp pain lancing through your body.

He shushed you.

"Don't struggle," he murmured. “Let me take care of you.”

You drifted in and out of consciousness, the pain dulling your senses, but never fully fading.

Every time your eyes fluttered open, he was there.

Sitting beside your bed. Watching.

The dim glow of a lantern cast long shadows across the room, flickering against the walls. The scent of herbs and faint traces of blood lingered in the air. Your body ached, but it was warm—wrapped in thick blankets, bandages tightly wound around your wound.

Your fingers twitched against the sheets. Despite the haze clouding your mind, you could still feel him.

Sitting so close.

His presence was suffocating.

“Feel any better?”

You forced your eyes open fully.

Mydei sat beside you, his golden gaze fixed solely on you. His clothes were different now—clean, unblemished by blood.

“You should rest” he murmured, reaching forward. His fingers brushed against your forehead, checking for a fever.

“You…” Your voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. “You did this.”

Mydei’s eyes softened, as if your accusation hurt him.

“I saved you.”

“You set me up.”

“I had to” he said simply. “You wouldn’t have come back otherwise.”

“You killed them,” you breathed, “Right in front of me.”

“They were useless to me.”

“You—”

He leaned forward before you could finish, his hand shifting to gently cradle the side of your face.

“You can hate me all you want. You can be afraid.”

His thumb traced along your cheek, “But you’re here now.”

“And I’m never letting you go again.”

---

He had fallen asleep beside you.

It was your chance.

Carefully, painfully, you shifted beneath the covers. Your wound throbbed with every movement, but you gritted your teeth, swallowing down the pain.

Your hands trembled as you lifted the blanket. Slowly, carefully, you swung your legs over the side of the bed, your bare feet touching the cold wooden floor.

One step.

Another.

You barely made it past the bed when pain exploded in your leg as your bandages were yanked, forcing you backward. A startled gasp escaped your lips as you lost balance, falling back onto the bed.

A strong arm coiled around your waist in an instant, pulling you flush against something firm and solid.

You barely processed what had happened before his voice, low and drowsy, rumbled against your ear.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

A shiver crawled up your spine. His body, warm and unyielding, pressed against yours, his breath ghosting over the side of your neck.

“You—You were asleep.”

“I was.” His fingers traced along the bandages he had wrapped around your leg, deliberately pressing down just enough to make you wince. “Until you decided to leave me behind.”

“Let me go.”

He exhaled, his hold tightening just slightly.

"After everything I've done for you? After I saved you?"

Your nails dug into the sheets. "You trapped me."

He hummed, as if considering your words.

"I brought you back where you belong."

His fingers curled against your thigh, his warmth seeping into your skin, his presence completely swallowing you whole. A sharp gasp tore from your lips as teeth sank into the soft skin of your inner thigh.

Your body jerked instinctively, your hands flying to his head, fingers tangling in his hair in a desperate attempt to stop him.

“Mydei—!”

He didn’t flinch. If anything, he pressed closer, his breath hot against your skin, his grip on your injured leg firm. His tongue flicked over the fresh mark, soothing where he’d bitten down.

"You can hate me all you want," he murmured against your thigh.

He tilted his head up slightly, "And yet…" His fingers trailed along your bandaged leg, slow, deliberate. "You're still here."

You gritted your teeth, gripping his hair tighter, forcing his head back—forcing him to stop.

The intensity in his gaze dulled in a sudden, his expression softening into something almost vulnerable. His shoulders sagged, his grip loosening as if suddenly realizing what he was doing.

"...I don't want you to leave" he murmured, voice quieter now. "I don't want to be alone again."

A pang of hesitation struck you.

It was so easy for him to do this—to slip between dangerous and desperate, between predator and lost, abandoned prey.

And the worst part?

It was working.

Your grip on his hair loosened.

“You saved me” he whispered. “No one else did. No one else ever would have.”

For a moment, just a moment, you saw him again. The wounded man you had once found. The one who clung to you, eyes filled with quiet desperation. The one you had saved.

Your fingers, still tangled in his hair, trembled.

He had you right where he wanted.

Mydei’s fingers curled around yours, his grip firm yet gentle, as if sealing an unspoken vow. “Only you are worthy to stay by my side,” he murmured, “No one else can get in the way.”

You looked down at your intertwined hands, at the stark contrast between how delicately he held you—and the blood still drying under his nails.

For a moment, you thought about strangling him. About ending this madness right here and now.

Instead—

Your palm cracked against his cheek. You slapped him. His head snapped slightly to the side from the force, but he didn’t react—didn’t flinch.

“That” you seethed, voice trembling with controlled fury, “was for lying to me. For setting a trap. For using me.”

His cheek flushed red from the slap, yet his lips curled ever so slightly—amused.

But before he could speak—before he could weave another sickeningly sweet excuse—

You grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in.

Your lips crashed against his, fierce, demanding, stealing the breath right out of him.

Mydei inhaled sharply, his body tensing for the briefest moment before melting into you, his hand instantly finding the back of your head, ready to deepen the kiss, to take, to consume—

But just as quickly, you ripped yourself away.

He let out a breathless sound, eyes dark with longing, his fingers twitching, as if resisting the urge to pull you back.

"And that—" you exhaled "was for deceiving me with your little act."

“You,” he murmured, reaching for you again, but stopping just short, as if savoring the space between you, “have no idea how much people fear me.” His golden eyes gleamed. “No one dares to lay a hand on me like you do.”

You grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked.

He let out a sharp breath, his lips parting slightly in surprise.

"You forget," you hissed, "I was the one who saved you." You leaned in, so close that your words ghosted over his lips. “I am not like normal people.”

His hands lifted, brushing against your waist, wanting—needing to hold you in place.

“And that—” he whispered, eyes lidded, lips curving—“is exactly why no one else is suitable to stay by my side but you.”

[vyzoi]

HE’S SO FINEE

[m1ckeyb3rry]

“He’s the prince of Kremnos,” your husband said when your shock stretched on. “A right beast, I’ll say. We almost fell to his efforts, but in the end, we bested him — as you can see. What do you think? Do you like him?” “He’s — it’s — horrible,” you said, your skin crawling the longer and longer you stared at the prince, your words a jumble, your head spinning. You wanted to be anywhere but in this courtyard, in front of this fallen man, who was kept alive for — for what? For amusement? For play? As a gift? “Isn’t he?” your husband said, patting you on the shoulder with a grim smile. “And now he is yours.”

Series Synopsis: When the husband you’ve never met returns from the war you’ve never understood, he comes bearing a strange and inexplicable gift — a prince in chains who he refuses to kill.

AO3 Link

Current Word Count: N/A

Status: Ongoing

Pairing: Mydei x F!Reader

Content Warnings: reader is mostly referred to as “lady” (y/n is also used but sparingly), fantasy au (we’re not making it onto the astral express w this one gang), i make up lore + magic because i can, i world build also because i can, relationship dynamics many would consider…interesting…(please remember that depiction ≠ condoning), mydei is a prisoner of war, reader’s mega awful terrible UNNAMED husband is like. annoyingly present., there’s more going on than you think, political machinations and shit, likely mentions of war and violence and blood and gore, also torture/death/murder, honestly just expect the worst i haven’t finished writing this by any means but it’s not going to be pretty, no smut though dw i’m incapable of that, also mydei is probs ooc idk i haven’t played amphoreus yet i just think he’s handsome so here we are

PART ONE: PANTHERA

PART TWO: ALAUDA

PART THREE: SUS SCROFA

[ngkhyn]

[n0tamused]

⋆.˚ ★—HSR characters + quotes pt. 1

I love making these, hope you all enjoy these as well!

[perciren]

De Playing House with the kids ~

[ag40249]

try to be gentle while tearing me apart

[lilbabypanda-blog2]

MAKE THE MYDEI x READER INTO A FULL FANFIC NOW BUDDY! what if u made mydei x reader X phainon …. heh

Ohhh I see where this is going, Phainons curiosity about Mydei's friend turning into adoration and maybe more 😉

Mydei x(fem) reader x Phainon

Mydei's secret friend (phainon taking a liking to reader)

Mydei had never been the type to let things get under his skin so easily. Annoyance, yes. Irritation, constantly. But this? This was something else. Ever since the Chrysos heirs found out about Y/N, there had been no peace.

It started with Phainon. Mydei should have expected it. The man was a relentless force of nature, a golden retriever in human form, always shoving his way into things with that damnable grin. Mydei could handle his usual antics, but this was different.

Phainon had taken an interest in Y/N. A keen, persistent interest.

“Mydei, you never told us she was so fun to be around!” Phainon had said just the other day, nudging him in the ribs with a knowing smirk.

“I didn’t tell you anything,” Mydei shot back, arms crossed as he watched Phainon and Y/N talk a short distance away. Y/N had laughed at something Phainon said, a sound Mydei was familiar with, but suddenly, it irked him in a way he couldn’t place.

And it didn’t stop there. Phainon kept showing up whenever Y/N was around. If she was out at the market, Phainon was there, carrying her bags, grinning ear to ear. If she was training, Phainon somehow found a way to join in. If she was simply walking through the city, there he was, chatting her up, acting far too familiar.

It gnawed at Mydei, deep and unrelenting. It was beyond irritation now. He felt something tight coil in his chest whenever he saw them together. It made no sense. He wasn’t possessive. Y/N was her own person. And yet, every time he saw Phainon getting closer to her, making her laugh, watching her smile at him, something in Mydei burned.

One evening, after yet another instance of Phainon keeping Y/N occupied with his relentless charm, Mydei had had enough. When she finally managed to break away and approached him, he let out an annoyed huff.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, voice laced with irritation.

Y/N raised a brow. “Are you upset?”

“No,” he snapped too quickly. “I just didn’t think you’d enjoy being around an idiot that much.”

Y/N smirked knowingly. “Phainon’s nice. He’s easy to talk to.”

“Talk to someone else,” he muttered under his breath, turning away before she could see the rare flash of something vulnerable in his eyes.

And as much as he wanted to ignore it, the feeling refused to go away.

It started small. Mydei didn’t even realize what he was doing at first. It was just... instinct. A need to assert his superiority over Phainon, though he would never admit it.

The first instance was at the training grounds. Y/N had stopped by to observe, completely unaware of the sudden shift in atmosphere. Mydei—normally one to fight with controlled, efficient movements—suddenly found himself putting extra effort into each strike, his golden armor gleaming in the sunlight.

Phainon, of course, caught on immediately.

“Oh? So we’re showing off today?” he grinned, rolling his shoulders before stepping forward. “Alright then, let’s see what you’ve got.”

What followed was an all-out display of strength, skill, and pure stubbornness. Mydei’s fists clashed against Phainon’s blade in a flurry of strikes, neither willing to back down. When Mydei created a crimson crystal barrier mid-fight to block an incoming attack, Phainon laughed and responded by amplifying his own blows with radiant energy.

Y/N clapped when the spar ended in a near-draw, completely unaware of the competitive tension. “That was impressive,” she admitted with a smile.

Mydei crossed his arms, smugly glancing at Phainon. “Of course it was.”

The next instance was in the marketplace. Y/N was carrying a bag filled with supplies, humming softly as she browsed. Before she could even ask for help, Mydei took it from her with an effortless scoff. “You shouldn’t carry heavy things,” he muttered.

Phainon, who had been watching, quickly grabbed another bag before Mydei could stop him. “You’re right, she shouldn’t. That’s why I’ll take the rest,” he said, grinning as he loaded up more bags onto his arms.

Y/N blinked between them before sighing with a small smile. “Oh, thanks! That was nice of you both.”

Neither of them acknowledged that comment.

Later, at a casual meal with Y/N, Mydei—who normally didn’t care for cooking—suddenly found himself making something for her. He placed a perfectly prepared dish in front of her and crossed his arms expectantly.

Phainon, not one to be outdone, immediately grabbed ingredients and threw together his own creation. “Try mine next!” he grinned, setting the plate down with a wink.

Y/N chuckled, unaware of their true intentions. “Wow, you both made something? That’s great! I love free food.”

Mydei scoffed. “No big deal.”

Phainon beamed. “Absolutely.”

Y/N happily ate, completely missing the pointed glances and competitive tension between the two. If they wanted to keep doing nice things for her, who was she to stop them?

Another moment happened while walking through the city. Y/N had been admiring a small trinket at a market stall, but before she could even decide if she wanted it, Mydei had already handed the merchant a coin. “Take it,” he said, handing it to her.

Phainon huffed and immediately bought another, holding it out. “Or you could take this one! It’s even better.”

Y/N, confused but amused, took them both with a laugh. “I didn’t even ask for these, but thank you!”

And then there was the time Y/N was struggling to reach a book on a high shelf at the library. Mydei casually plucked it down and handed it to her before Phainon could react. Not to be outdone, Phainon grabbed another book and said, “This one looks even more interesting, you should read it too!”

She simply smiled and accepted both, once again oblivious to their antics.

The rivalry continued in different ways—offering to train with her first, stepping ahead of each other to hold doors open, even subtly trying to one-up each other in casual conversations.

Y/N, blissfully unaware, simply enjoyed the attention, having no idea of the silent battle for her favor that raged around her.

[freyzrc]

21. Phainon & Mydei but with Aven and Ratio BP icon fits 🫶🏻

(sorry for the reupload i forgot something 🤣)

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[harmonysanreads]

Literally no trip/date is ever going to be boring with Phainon. Not only does he know the best attractions, he also has a detailed plan on how it'll go from start to finish. Add in Mydei for the historical context of things and Anaxa as that salt to balance the other two and boom, you have the team of all time. Whether you can handle all of this though... depends on your energy level.

[miyaz6ki]

header by @/3skumakuma on twt/x :) // mydei brainrot i had to yap about somewhere. NSFW!! MDNI!!

can imagine him rolling his hips so good while fucking, hitting that oh-so-nice spot he can't help but groan with you while you moan out his name. fuck he could never get over that pretty little voice of yours. he needed it so badly, needed to hear that voice mewl every letter of his title, honorific, he needed to listen to you talk about him.

what's the difference between listening and hearing? i'll give you a bit to answer that.

...

it's that listening is to understand, and hearing is just letting the information pass from one ear to another. correct! and what did he need to do? he didn't just want to hear you moan his name, he needed to listen to how good he was making you feel!

especially when he feels your nails dig deep into the strength of his biceps. a pathetic chuckle exited the rasp of his throat, "yeah, 'm sorry baby.. feels s' good right?"

lifting you up better, sitting you up onto the base of his cock properly, and inserting his member into your entrance as easily as earlier. still soaking wet from how long he had been hitting your, and well... now his favorite spot to hit inside you too was being thrust, and grinded against. you could feel your umpteenth orgasm already, as his palm roughly gripped your chin.

"look at what a mess you are for me.. jus' f' me, yeah?" the imprint of his dick was clear as the sky in your stomach literally had you aching looking at it, both mentally and physically. the more you stared at the scene in the reflection, the more red rushed up your body and onto your face.

his calloused hands were placed on your waist, rough, purple marks were just as imprinted as his dick was on your torso. "y'know you could always tap out, baby." he knew how little your stamina was, so before he'd ever go rough, he'd definitely ask before either of you go any further. as long as you say so, don't mind if he does!

VERY into dirty talk, but refrains from degradation, and loves you too much to ever think of insulting you. as well as any nicknames that would ever make you doubt yourself or whatever.

+ great aftercare because he's the goat, plus it's also canon he's very good (or just good) with children, so you love getting to observe that side of him when you both get to go out. idk why i discussed this at the very last. ill make it a different post about it probably:^

[heliosunny]

Your writing is just… unbelievable! You’re doing such a good job, I hope you know that and you’re taking care of yourself (and your wrists!!)

May I request, if it peaks your interest, Yandere!Mydei x Reader, but slow-decent yandere over time as Mydei gets more possessive of reader, who they met when reader and Mydei accidentally bumped into each other in the market place, causing his pomegranate juice to spill on her. She didn’t mind, even licks a bit off of her to taste it before leaving, and runs a trinket shop for people at the edge of the market!

My wrists are doing okay- ;3

CROSSED PATHS

Yandere!Mydei x Fem!Reader

Mydei walked through the market with the same disinterest he always carried, he was all too familiar with this place. He wasn’t here for anything in particular, just taking the usual route through the stalls, a wooden cup of pomegranate juice in hand. The deep red liquid sloshed slightly as he moved, but he paid it no mind.

Then, before he could sidestep, someone walked straight into him.

The collision wasn’t violent, but it was enough to jostle his cup, sending the juice spilling forward. The rich crimson liquid soaked into the tunic of the person in front of him.

“Tch” Mydei clicked his tongue, already annoyed. “You should watch where you’re going.”

Instead of irritation, you simply looked down at the stain, then back up at him. Without hesitation, you ran a finger along the droplets clinging to your skin, bringing it to your lips and licking it off.

“Mmm. That’s good” you mused, amusement flickering in your eyes. “You’ve got good taste.”

Mydei stared, silent for a moment. He wasn’t sure what he expected your reaction to be, but it certainly wasn’t that. Most people would be frustrated, flustered, or at least make some effort to clean up. Instead, you stood there, completely at ease, as if the spill was nothing more than a passing inconvenience.

His gaze flickered to your clothes. “It’s ruined.”

You merely shrugged. “It’s not a big deal. Gives me an excuse to close up early anyway.”

That caught his attention. “Close up?”

“I run a trinket shop. Just by the market’s edge.” You smiled, “Little things to catch the eye and heart.”

Mydei didn’t reply right away, just watching as you gave him a small wave and disappeared back into the crowd, as if this meeting was nothing more than a fleeting moment.

The next day, Mydei found himself walking toward the edge of the market, where the usual noise and crowd thinned out. He wasn’t sure why he bothered. Maybe it was curiosity, or maybe it was just something to do. Either way, he figured he’d at least take a look at the shop you mentioned.

When he arrived, however, the place was closed. The wooden sign hanging on the door was tilted slightly, as if it had been left that way in a hurry.

What was the point of bringing up a shop if she wasn’t even going to open it?

He exhaled through his nose, about to turn back and head home, when movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention.

There you were, walking toward the shop with a slow, lazy pace, arms stretching over your head as you let out a deep yawn. You looked half-asleep, hair slightly messy, and completely unbothered by the fact that most stalls had already been open since morning.

Mydei frowned. “Isn’t it late to be opening now?”

You blinked at him, then glanced at the sky as if just realizing the time. “Mm. Guess so.” You rubbed at one eye before giving him a lopsided grin. “But hey, better late than never, right?”

He stared at you. “That’s a terrible mindset for business.”

You only chuckled, fishing out the key and unlocking the door with an easy shrug. “Maybe. But I open when I feel like it. I still get customers, so it works out.”

That… was the most carefree approach he’d ever heard. He didn’t know whether to call it ridiculous or strangely impressive.

Instead of arguing, he crossed his arms, leaning slightly against the nearby post. “So, do you actually sell anything useful, or is it all just cheap junk?”

You gasped dramatically, placing a hand over your chest. “How dare you.” Then you grinned. “You’ll just have to come inside and see for yourself.”

And for some reason, Mydei didn’t immediately walk away.

As you pushed open the shop door, the scent of old parchment, polished wood, and faint traces of incense drifted into the cool evening air. The interior was warm, lit by scattered lanterns that cast soft golden hues across shelves packed with trinkets—intricate carvings, delicate charms, aged coins, and strange little oddities that seemed to whisper of stories untold.

Mydei stepped in behind you, arms still crossed as his sharp eyes swept across the shop’s interior. He made a low noise in the back of his throat—half curiosity, half scrutiny. He reached for a small wooden carving of a beast with jeweled eyes, turning it in his hand. “You actually sell things worth looking at.”

You laughed, stretching lazily before stepping behind the counter. “Was that supposed to be a compliment?”

He huffed, setting the carving down before moving to another shelf. “Take it however you want.”

He studied everything with an almost calculated interest, fingers skimming over old coins, testing the weight of metal trinkets, and occasionally raising a brow at something that caught his attention. He wasn’t the type to be easily impressed, but you could tell he wasn’t just humoring you—he genuinely found the shop interesting, even if he didn’t outright say it.

“You actually know what you’re selling” he muttered, inspecting an engraved pendant. “Not just collecting junk and hoping people buy it.”

You leaned on the counter, resting your chin on your hand. “Of course. Every piece here has a story. That’s what makes them special.”

Mydei glanced at you briefly, as if considering something, but before he could speak, a voice cut through the quiet.

“Mydei!”

A man rushed into the shop, breathing heavily, eyes scanning the space before locking onto him. “There you are. I’ve been looking everywhere—” He paused, glancing between you and Mydei before continuing hurriedly. “There’s trouble. You’re needed now.”

Mydei clicked his tongue in irritation but didn’t hesitate. He turned to you, nodding once. “Guess I’ll have to finish looking around another time.”

You waved a hand dismissively, grinning. “Take your time. The shop isn’t going anywhere.”

Without another word, he strode past the man and out into the night, disappearing as quickly as he had come.

Five days had passed since Mydei had left in a rush, and in that time, life went on as usual. Your shop saw a steady stream of customers—travelers looking for charms, locals browsing out of habit, and the occasional collector intrigued by the more unique items you sold.

The place was lively today, filled with chatter and the occasional sound of trinkets clinking together as people picked them up and examined them. You were busy handling coins, giving a customer change, when a familiar figure stepped inside.

At first, you didn’t notice him. Mydei wasn’t the type to announce his presence, and he simply stood near the back, scanning the shelves with his usual unreadable expression. He blended in well, quiet and observant, though his presence carried a weight that would eventually demand attention.

It wasn’t until you turned, momentarily catching a glimpse of something unusual in the dim light, that you really saw him. A few stray leaves were nestled in his hair, likely from his journey back to town.

Without thinking, you moved toward him, reaching up on your toes to pluck the leaves away. “You’ve been out in the wild, huh?” you mused, brushing the last one from his shoulder.

He barely reacted, only arching a brow. “You didn’t even notice me walk in, and this is the first thing you do?”

You grinned. “Well, you weren’t exactly loud about it.”

Just as you stepped back, a child rushed past, bumping into you at full speed. You stumbled, thrown off balance, and for a brief moment, you thought you might crash straight into Mydei—until his hand caught your wrist, steadying you with ease.

“Careful”

You let out a short laugh, regaining your footing. “Thanks. You could’ve just let me fall, you know.”

“And let you take me down with you? No thanks.”

The day continued, and surprisingly, Mydei lingered. He leaned against a shelf, watching as you worked, occasionally glancing at the customers but never interfering. He had no reason to stay, yet he made no move to leave.

As the sun dipped below the horizon and the last customer stepped out, you stretched with a sigh, locking up the shop for the night. “Didn’t think you’d stick around that long”

“It’s dangerous,” he replied simply, arms crossed. “Beasts have been spotted near town. You shouldn’t walk home alone.”

“Oh? And here I thought you just enjoyed my company.”

He scoffed but didn’t argue. Instead, he walked alongside you as you made your way home, the quiet hum of the night settling around you both. When you finally reached your door, he stopped a few steps away, watching as you unlocked it.

“This where you live?”

You nodded. “Yup. Cozy, isn’t it?”

He didn’t comment, only nodding slightly. “Stay inside at night.”

With that, he turned, disappearing into the shadows of the street.

You lingered for a moment, watching where he had gone before finally stepping inside. Something about him stuck with you, and despite his rough demeanor, you couldn’t help but smile.

The following days passed as usual. Customers came and went, some lingering to chat, others leaving with trinkets tucked away in their pockets. Yet, amidst the routine, you began to notice something—or rather, someone.

Mydei.

You never saw him enter the shop, nor did he ever buy anything, but you caught glimpses of him near the marketplace, often stationed in the same general area. He was never in armor, never dressed in anything that would mark him as a guard or knight, but there was something about the way he carried himself that made you wonder.

At first, you assumed it was coincidence. Maybe he just happened to be around. But as the days passed, you realized it was too frequent to be chance. He wasn’t a customer, yet he lingered. He wasn’t a merchant, yet he remained nearby. Still, you weren’t one to pry. If Mydei had business in the area, it wasn’t really your concern.

Then one evening, as the sun began to sink below the horizon, a group of men entered your shop.

You noticed them immediately—rough around the edges, their movements too casual, too calculated. They weren’t here to browse; their eyes weren’t on the merchandise. Instinctively, you stayed behind the counter, watching them with the same easy calm you always carried.

One of them stepped forward, idly picking up a small carved pendant. “Nice place you’ve got here.”

“Thanks” you said.

He turned the pendant over in his hands before setting it back down. Another one looked toward the back of the shop as if expecting to find something—or someone.

That’s when you realized. They weren’t stealing. They were looking for someone.

Before you could say anything, a familiar voice cut through the tense silence.

“Took you idiots long enough.”

Mydei stood in the doorway. The men stiffened, immediately straightening like soldiers caught slacking off.

“Captain” one of them muttered under his breath.

Captain? Well. That explained a lot.

“Back to your posts” Mydei ordered, “Now.”

The men hesitated for only a moment before shuffling toward the exit, each one sending you a quick glance as if only now realizing their presence might have looked… suspicious.

Once they were gone, you turned back to Mydei, leaning against the counter with a smirk. “So, Captain, huh?”

He exhaled sharply, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I don’t make a habit of announcing it.”

“You also don’t make a habit of staying in one place unless you have a reason.”

His gaze flickered toward you, unreadable. He didn’t confirm or deny it.

Instead, he only muttered, “They won’t bother you again.”

You shrugged. “Wasn’t really bothered to begin with.”

With a short nod, he turned to leave.

It was another evening at the market, the golden hues of the setting sun casting long shadows as you prepared to close up shop. As usual, one of your friends—Edward, a vendor from a few stalls down—came by to help carry the heavier crates of unsold goods back inside. It had become routine by now, something neither of you thought much about.

“You really should hire someone for this” your friend teased, easily lifting a wooden box filled with carved trinkets. “One day, you’ll be stuck under a pile of your own stock.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “And ruin your chance to show off? I wouldn’t dare.”

The two of you worked smoothly, chatting about market gossip and the odd customers you had encountered that day. You didn’t notice Mydei at first, but he had been watching from a distance, arms crossed, gaze unreadable. He wasn’t even sure why he was still here. Yet, as he saw the easy familiarity between you and your friend—the way you smiled, the way they stood close—something in his chest tightened.

Before he could think twice, his body moved on its own.

He stepped in between you just as you reached for another crate, his hand easily grasping the handle before you could. “I’ll do it.”

“Mydei? Didn’t know you were in the business of heavy lifting.”

“You shouldn’t rely on random people.” He didn’t look at your friend, but the message was clear enough.

Your friend raised an amused brow but didn’t argue, instead watching the scene unfold with thinly veiled interest. “Not random” he pointed out, arms crossing. “I help all the time.”

Mydei didn’t respond. He simply hefted the crate as if it weighed nothing, walking into the shop with ease. You exchanged a glance with your friend, who smirked knowingly before waving you off and heading back to their own stall.

Once inside, you turned to Mydei, leaning against the counter with a grin. “Didn’t take you for the helpful type.”

He placed the crate down with a little more force than necessary, expression unreadable. “You’re careless.”

You tilted your head. “How so?”

“Letting just anyone help you. You don’t know what their intentions are.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You’re really that concerned?”

He scoffed but didn’t answer right away. Instead, he glanced around the shop, as if checking for anything else to ‘help’ with.

Part of him wanted to say no—that it wasn’t concern, that he didn’t care. But the truth was, he did. More than he should.

“…Just be careful” he muttered at last.

You smiled. “Always am.”

The next day, the marketplace was bustling as usual, and you were busy sorting through a new batch of trinkets when Edward stopped by. It was nothing out of the ordinary—he often passed through to chat or lend a hand when he had the time.

“You’ve got something on your face” he said, leaning in slightly as he observed your face.

You blinked. “Huh? Oh.”

Before you could react, he carefully reached out, brushing the side of your face to remove whatever it was. The gesture was entirely innocent, but from an outside perspective—especially from a blocked or skewed angle—it might’ve looked a little different.

And unfortunately for Edward, Mydei happened to be that outside perspective.

From where he stood, partially obscured by a wooden post at the edge of the shop, all he saw was Edward’s face close to yours, his hand hovering near your cheek, and you standing there without pulling away.

In an instant, he was moving.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Mydei’s voice cut through the moment.

Edward, startled, immediately pulled back and turned to see Mydei standing there—expression unreadable, stance tense.

You blinked at Mydei’s sudden entrance, then at Edward, then back at Mydei. It took you about two seconds to put the pieces together, and when you did, amusement curled at the edges of your lips.

Edward let out a short sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Relax, I was just getting something out of her eye.”

Edward, not one to test his luck, let out a low chuckle and took a step back. “Well, I’ll leave you to it.” He shot you a knowing glance before casually making his exit.

The moment he was gone, you turned to Mydei with a smirk, resting your chin in your hand.

“Wow” you mused, tone playful. “Didn’t take you for the type to interrupt people like that.”

He clicked his tongue, looking away. “I have to remind you that you don’t know what people’s intentions are.”

You tilted your head. “Uh-huh. And what exactly did you think was happening?”

He didn’t answer, but his jaw tensed ever so slightly.

Your smirk widened. “You’re like a big cat that’s always on edge.”

His brows furrowed. “What?”

“You know, the kind that watches everything, always looking ready to pounce if something gets too close.” You grinned. “Kinda cute, honestly.”

“… Stop talking nonsense.”

But despite his sharp words, Mydei stayed. Even when the conversation ended, even when there was no longer a reason to linger, he stayed.

Just like he always did.

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The sun had long since passed its highest point when Mydei arrived at your shop, only to find the doors shut tight. No sign, no explanation, nothing. He frowned.

You never closed without warning.

For the first time in a long while, a foreign sense of unease settled in his chest. He told himself it was ridiculous—you were probably fine—but as the hours ticked by and the shop remained closed, that irritation grew into something sharper.

By the time dusk began creeping across the marketplace, he had already decided to check on you himself. But just as he moved toward the door, you finally appeared—yawning, stretching, completely at ease.

He stared. “Where the hell have you been?”

You blinked at him, rubbing your eyes. “Overslept.”

“…Overslept” he repeated flatly.

You grinned. “Yup.”

He exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face. Here he was, thinking something might’ve happened, only for you to be completely unfazed, acting as if you hadn’t just left your shop closed the entire day.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you teased. “You worried?”

He scoffed, looking away. “Tch. You’re careless.”

“Well, since it’s already this late, might as well do something else.” You stretched again, eyes flicking to him. “What about you? Where were you headed?”

Mydei hesitated for a moment before answering, “…Camp.”

You tilted your head, interested. “Your camp, huh?”

“Not a place for civilians,” he muttered, already expecting you to drop it.

Instead, you grinned. “Sounds fun. Let’s go.”

His men were not prepared.

The moment you entered the camp, curious eyes peered from behind tents and around corners. Soldiers whispered among themselves, their gazes darting between you and Mydei like they had just seen a ghost.

Their captain—who barely tolerated company, let alone anyone outside of their ranks—had brought someone along? A girl?

Somewhere in the shadows, a small group crouched together, trying (and failing) to be discreet.

“She’s so… casual?”

“She’s actually talking to him.”

“She’s still alive.”

“Do you think she—?”

Before the last sentence could even be finished, Mydei turned sharply, his piercing gaze landing right on them.

“Out” he ordered.

There was a brief scramble of bodies before they all disappeared in a mess of quiet shouts and tripping feet.

You couldn’t hold back your laughter. “They’re fun.”

“They’re idiots” he corrected, rubbing his temples.

You only hummed in amusement, following him to where a small campfire burned, casting warm flickering light over the clearing. Mydei sat first, and you settled beside him, close enough to feel the lingering heat but not too close to crowd him.

For a while, there was only silence—the crackling of fire, the distant sounds of the camp settling down for the night.

You stretched your legs out, gazing into the flames. “So, do they always eavesdrop like that, or was this a special occasion?”

“They’re not used to seeing me with company.”

You smirked. “Oh? So I’m special?”

He shot you a look, but the usual sharpness wasn’t quite there.

You leaned back on your hands, watching the embers float up into the dark sky. “Y’know, this is nice. I should close my shop more often.”

“…You must be crazy.”

But despite his words, Mydei didn’t look irritated. If anything, he stayed there longer than necessary, watching the fire, listening to your stories, and letting the quiet companionship settle between you.

The fire crackled between you, warm and steady, casting shifting shadows over Mydei’s face. He had been quiet for a while, arms resting on his knees, gaze fixed somewhere beyond the flames.

Then, without looking at you, he spoke.

“…I have a friend.”

You raised a brow. “Oh?”

He nodded slightly. “He’s… in a situation.”

You smirked, already catching on to where this was going. But you let him continue.

“This friend,” he went on, “has a crush on a girl.”

You bit back a grin. “Mhm.”

“He doesn’t know how to… approach her about it.” His words were carefully chosen, like he was trying not to make it obvious. “She’s carefree. Doesn’t seem to take things too seriously. He doesn’t know if she’d even notice.”

You hummed, tapping a finger against your chin in thought. “Sounds like this friend of yours thinks too much.”

Mydei shot you a look. “It’s not that simple.”

“It is,” you countered with a lazy grin. “If he likes her, he should just… y’know, show it.”

He frowned. “Show it how?”

You shrugged. “Small things. Stick around her. Do things for her. Make it clear she’s different from everyone else. And if he’s brave enough, tell her.”

Mydei went quiet for a moment, mulling over your words. You weren’t sure if he expected something grander—some complicated strategy—but you could tell he was taking your advice seriously.

And then, almost immediately after, he tested it.

A second later, he reached out, plucking a stray leaf from your hair with casual ease.

“…What” he muttered, glancing away like it was nothing. “There was something there.”

You stared. Then, slowly, a knowing grin spread across your lips.

“Mydei.”

He tensed. “What?”

“You’re predictable.”

“What are you talking about?”

You laughed, nudging his arm. “You’re following my advice already. You’re really bad at being subtle.”

He scoffed, looking off to the side, but the way his fingers twitched betrayed him.

You shook your head, amused beyond belief. “Well, tell your friend this—he doesn’t have to worry. I think the girl already noticed.”

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The shift was slow—so gradual you barely noticed at first. Mydei had always been watchful, lingering near your shop more than necessary, helping out in small ways that he’d brush off as coincidence. But then it started becoming… more.

You weren’t the only one to notice. The market folk whispered about it. Your friend Edward raised an eyebrow when Mydei always happened to be around. Even his own men exchanged looks whenever you visited the camp, though they were too scared to say anything outright.

And Mydei? He didn’t care what anyone thought.

But what truly set things in motion was when another man—some passing traveler—got a little too comfortable in your shop.

It was harmless, really. The man was just talkative, leaning in slightly as he complimented one of your handmade trinkets, flashing a charming smile. You, being as easygoing as always, just laughed and continued the conversation.

And Mydei, standing just outside the shop, watching from the shade of an awning, felt something snap.

The stranger’s hand briefly touched yours as you passed him a necklace.

That was it.

Before you could react, a shadow loomed behind you.

“You’re done here.”

The traveler barely had time to turn before Mydei was there, towering over him.

The man blinked in confusion. “Uh—”

“Leave.”

The traveler raised his hands in surrender, stepping back. “Didn’t mean anything by it, mate. Just chatting.”

“Chat somewhere else.”

The moment the man was gone, you turned to Mydei, raising an amused brow. “That was aggressive.”

He didn’t answer, his jaw tight, his fists still clenched like he was resisting the urge to chase after the guy and make sure he never even thought about coming near you again.

You grinned, nudging him. “You’re like a big cat again. All tense, ready to pounce.”

His gaze snapped to you.

“Mydei?”

“I don’t like it.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t like people getting too close to you.”

You smirked. “Well, if you wanted me all to yourself, you could’ve just said so.”

His eyes flickered, something snapping into place. And then, in one swift movement, he stepped forward, crowding your space, forcing you to take a step back until your spine brushed against the counter.

“Fine,” he said, “I want you to myself.”

“No more ‘friend’ nonsense. No more watching you let people touch you, talk to you like they have a chance.” His eyes burned into yours. “If you belong to anyone, it’s me.”

Silence stretched between you.

“…Wait, what?” You blinked. “You—what?”

“I said,” his voice didn’t waver, though you swore his ears were turning red, “I want you to myself.”

For once, you were actually stunned into silence.

“…Alright,” you said, still watching his expression closely. “Let’s test that, then.”

“What?”

“A test date,” you clarified, tilting your head. “If you’re serious, prove it.”

His gaze flickered, as if trying to gauge if you were teasing or not. But when he realized you weren’t laughing—when he saw that you were actually agreeing—something in him shifted.

Before he could respond, however—

“WOOHOOO!”

The loud cheering and applause from outside made both of you jolt.

You turned your head just in time to see a whole group of people—his soldiers, a couple of market vendors, even Edward—watching from the entrance of your shop, clapping and whistling like they had just witnessed the grand finale of a play.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE HE FINALLY SAID IT!”

“I OWE YOU FIVE COINS, EDWARD!”

“OUR CAPTAIN’S FINALLY A MAN!!”

A vein visibly twitched on Mydei’s forehead.

“ALL OF YOU—LEAVE! NOW!!”

In an instant, the group scrambled, tripping over themselves as they scattered like startled rats.

You, on the other hand, were barely holding back laughter. “Oh, wow. They’ve been waiting for this, huh?”

Mydei groaned, rubbing his temples. “…I’m going to kill them.”

You chuckled, nudging him. “Not before our date, you’re not.”

“…Fine.” He shot you a look. “But don’t think this is just a ‘test.’ I don’t intend to lose.”

“We’ll see, big guy.”

Mydei was not a romantic.

This became very clear about five minutes into the so-called “test date.”

You had expected him to be awkward—maybe stiff, maybe too serious—but you hadn’t expected him to treat it like some kind of mission.

The moment you met up, he stood there, arms crossed, brows furrowed, eyes scanning you like he was assessing the situation.

“…What?”

“I don’t know how these things work.”

“That’s the point of a test, isn’t it?”

He grumbled something under his breath, but then—without warning—he reached out and took your hand.

Your eyes widened slightly at the sudden contact. He held it firmly, almost too tight, like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go.

“…Too much?” he muttered, not looking at you.

You chuckled, easing his grip just slightly. “A little. You’re holding me like a prisoner.”

His ears turned red, but he didn’t let go.

The first thing Mydei failed at was conversation.

You both walked through the market, and while you tried to talk about casual things—the weather, your shop, the odd things you saw—he kept answering in single words.

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Maybe.”

“Hm.”

At one point, you just stopped walking and looked at him.

“…Are you planning on saying more than one sentence today?” you teased.

He frowned. “I don’t talk much.”

“Yeah, I noticed that.”

He shifted slightly, looking uncomfortable. You realized then that he was actually trying—it just wasn’t coming naturally to him.

“Alright, alright. Don’t stress. Just—” You tugged his arm slightly. “Tell me something about yourself. Something no one else knows.”

His eyes flickered toward you, something unreadable passing through them. For a moment, you thought he wouldn’t answer.

Then, finally, he muttered, “I hate spicy things.”

You blinked. “Huh. Really?”

He nodded.

“…So if I gave you a something spicy right now, you wouldn’t eat it?”

“…I’d eat it if you gave it to me.”

Oh.

The second thing Mydei failed at was dealing with people.

As you walked through the town, a few people—mostly men—stopped to greet you. Some were regulars at your shop, some just acquaintances. But every single time someone so much as looked at you for too long, Mydei’s grip on your hand tightened.

At one point, one of your regulars, a friendly merchant, smiled at you and asked if you were free later to look at some new goods.

Before you could even answer, Mydei cut in with a flat, “She’s busy.”

The man blinked. “…Oh. I—”

“She’s not available” Mydei added, tone sharper this time.

You sighed, nudging him. “Relax, I can speak for myself.”

Mydei huffed but didn’t say anything else. He did not like people taking your attention.

It was ridiculous. But… also kind of cute.

The third thing Mydei failed at was subtlety.

At some point, you stopped by a food stall, eyeing some skewered meat. The moment you reached for your coin pouch, Mydei immediately slapped money down before you could pay.

You raised an eyebrow. “I can pay for myself, you know.”

“No.”

“…No?”

He crossed his arms. “I take care of what’s mine.”

Your breath caught slightly at the phrasing. But before you could tease him for it, he shoved a skewer into your hands, looking away like he hadn’t just claimed you in the middle of a crowded street.

By the end of the day, you had to admit—he was bad at this.

And yet.

Despite all the failures, despite all his awkwardness and overprotectiveness, he tried.

And then, as the sun was setting, he did something that truly moved you.

You had mentioned offhandedly a few days ago that your favorite spot in town was an old bridge overlooking a quiet stream. You hadn’t thought much of it at the time.

But as evening fell, Mydei silently led you there.

You blinked in surprise as you stepped onto the bridge, the soft glow of lanterns reflecting in the water. The air was crisp, the sounds of the market distant.

“…You remembered”

He stood beside you, arms resting on the railing, gazing out at the water.

“I remember everything you say” he admitted quietly.

For a moment, you just looked at him—the way the fading sunlight touched his sharp features, the way his fingers tapped absently against the wood, the way he had tried so hard today just because he wanted to be with you.

And that was it.

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

Mydei froze.

You pulled back slightly, smirking. “You pass.”

It took him a solid three seconds to react. His face slowly turned red—first his ears, then his neck, then his entire expression.

“…Tch.” He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair, looking away. But he didn’t let go of your hand. Instead, he held it tighter.

“Guess I'll be bothering you from now on.”

“…I don't mind.”

[b1adie]

— Found you.