#mydei x the challenge WHEN

[goldcleaver]

I'm gonna put my two thirds of a classics degree to work here

When I said Phaidei can be seen as an allegory for Odysseus and Penelope, I meant it

Penelope encounters the returned Odysseus posing as a beggar. From a mural in the Macellum of Pompeii

Spoiler warnings: 3.0, 3.1, 3.2, as well as leaks towards the end.

TL;DR: Mydei is Penelope, Phainon is Odysseus.

Mydei and Penelope

Now, I know it may seem tempting to say that Mydei, being the big, strong, burly man that he is, is a parallel to Odysseus, but he’s actually Penelope! This whole fever dream of a "theory" actually stems from the parallels between Mydei and Penelope, specifically. Phainon was a secondary thought lmao.

Point 1) The theme of buying time

It cannot be understated just how much of Mydei’s core themes center around buying time, not just for others, but also for himself. 

On multiple occasions, he goes to some pretty extreme lengths to do so, namely in 3.0 when he offers up his own immortal body as a means of keeping Nikador occupied in Castrum Kremnos. In that moment, he completely puts his own safety on the back burner – the team needs to hold Nikador off long enough to render them immortal once more, and Mydei has the solution, no matter the personal cost of dying a couple of times. Later, in 3.1, he puts his own personal feelings aside to shoulder the divinity of Strife, despite the fact that he was hesitant to do so in 3.0, simply because it would be for the best. Then, at the end of 3.1, he completely disregards his own wants and fears, and takes the fight to the Black Tide on his own because he is the only one capable of doing so. By sacrificing himself in this manner, he can buy his fellow Chrysos Heirs enough time to usher in the new dawn, and the miracle of Genesis.

But Mydei doesn’t just buy time for others, he also does so for himself. Throughout 3.0 and 3.1, his story leads up to one massive decision: what to do about the Kremnoans. He is torn between claiming the crown – his birthright – and leading his people back to Castrum Kremnos, or leaving them in Okhema. 

However, to the Kremnoans, Nikador is synonymous with kingship, judging by Krateros’ reaction to Mydei surrendering the Coreflame to Phainon. In Krateros’ eyes, Mydei giving up Nikador’s divine power is the same thing as him “giving up the throne of Kremnos and forsaking his people”. 

As previously stated, Mydei is hesitant to claim Nikador’s coreflame for fear of ending up like his corrupt forebears and leading his people down the wrong path, so obviously he wants to put off that decision for as long as possible. First, he enters a (frankly, pointless) competition with Phainon just to decide who gets to deliver the final blow to Nikador, and gives up his win ridiculously easily if Phainon loses. That way, they can ignore the decision they have to make for a while longer. Then, when Nikador is dead, he is quick to surrender the Coreflame to Phainon, and promptly shuts down Phainon’s attempt to discuss the subject any further. So, by sending Phainon to the trial of divinity, Mydei can avoid making his own decision regarding the fate of the Kremnoans, if we take Krateros’ words about kingship and Nikador’s powers into consideration. Effectively, Mydei makes sure the decision is out of his hands – he didn’t technically reject the Coreflame, after all. 

So how does all of this connect to Penelope, exactly? 

Well, Penelope’s themes also center around buying time – for herself, and for Odysseus. She also has a big decision to make: who should succeed Odysseus as the king of Ithaca, and just like Mydei, she wants to put it off for as long as possible. Naturally, she doesn’t want to choose, and comes up with increasingly desperate ideas to keep the suitors at bay. In the end, she does succeed; she buys Odysseus enough time to return home, and as such she never has to choose a new suitor. Unlike Mydei.

You see, Mydei actually fails in avoiding his decision. In the end, he is forced to take on the Coreflame when Phainon fails the trial. As a result, Mydei has to make a decision regarding his people and his potential kingship. In this sense, Krateros and the rest of the Kremnoans are the suitors, encouraging Mydei (Penelope) to make a choice.

If we view Mydei’s actions through this Penelope-esque lens, we can draw some pretty convincing parallels!

Point 2) The challenge

At the climax of Penelope’s story, right before her reunion with Odysseus, she makes a last-ditch attempt to hold off the suitors by presenting them with a seemingly impossible challenge. She sets up twelve axes and demands that the suitors shoot through them flawlessly using Odysseus’ old bow. What she doesn’t tell the suitors is this: the bow is nigh impossible to string. Then, as a sort of fail safe, she sits down behind the axes. That way, if a suitor succeeds, she is immediately killed and doesn’t have to marry them.

While this is more far-fetched than point 1, a connection to Mydei’s actions can still be made, in the sense that he, too, has made arrangements for the worst case scenario. In case he is corrupted by the Black Tide, and thus cannot buy the Chrysos Heirs enough time to bring about the miracle (i.e buy Odysseus enough time to return to Ithaca), Mydei has arranged a fail safe for himself by telling Phainon about his weak spot. Phainon is the only one who knows about it, and as such, he is the only one who can shoot through the twelve axes with Odysseus’ bow. The parallels may not be perfect, but the narrative is very similar.

Point 3) Sparta/Castrum Kremnos

My last point is their origins. Penelope is Spartan royalty, though she was never its ruler. It’s no secret that Castrum Kremnos is vaguely based on ancient Sparta, and Mydei is the prince-turned-king of Castrum Kremnos. It’s a pretty obvious connection, but I’ve chosen to highlight it, nonetheless.

Phainon and Odysseus 

I'll admit that Phainon's connection to Odysseus is vaguer than Mydei and Penelope’s, but I can totally see it. 

Point 1) The one time is being bought for

Penelope buys Odysseus time to return to Ithaca, Mydei buys Phainon and the other Chrysos Heirs time to a) render Nikador mortal, and b) bring about the miracle of Genesis. Now, post-3.2, we know that Phainon is meant to take over the authority of Kephale. If the plan proceeds smoothly, he will be the last one left alive to reforge the new world with his, in Anaxa’s words, “complete, intact memories”. While we cannot be certain that Mydei knows this, it can still be argued that Phainon himself is the one Mydei is buying time for.

Point 2) Nobody

Odysseus initially evades Polyphemus by calling himself “Nobody”. Phainon is called the “Nameless Hero”, and we have no idea what his real name is. Just like Odysseus, he has crafted a persona for himself.

Point 3) The journey to Ithaca

Phainon going on the Flamechase Journey is his version of Odysseus' journey of going to war and then trying to make it back to Ithaca. They're both put through the wringer a million times over on their journey, and express desires to go back home. In the end, they are both crumbling under the weight of their past actions and losses, and become increasingly more brutal because of it, if Phainon’s behaviour towards Oronyx in 3.0 was anything to go off of.

Also, LEAK WARNING:

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Going off leaks, we know that Phainon is both the Flame Reaver, and the final boss for Amphoreus. For whatever reason, we can guess that he lost his humanity somewhere along the line, and, if you can forgive the EPIC reference, became the monster. In the Odyssey, Odysseus ends his journey by slaughtering the suitors vying for Penelope’s hand, showcasing his potential for great violence, much like Phainon. 

TL;DR: Mydei is Penelope, Phainon is Odysseus.

Now, this was obviously mostly for shits and giggles, but the parallels are pretty convincing, ngl.

Bonus: Phaidei = Patrochilles

Now, additionally: they can ALSO be seen as an allegory for Achilles and Patroclus, especially since the game has already drawn parallels between the Iliad and the Amphoreus story.

The game is obviously hinting towards Mydei being Achilles considering his whole weak spot-thing. Naturally, that makes Phainon Patroclus. If we regard Mydei as the “true” heir to Nikador’s divinity, Then Phainon was technically taking Mydei's place in the trial. Ultimately, he fails to pass, which is a nice parallel to how Patroclus dons Achilles' armour to lead the Myrmidons, and dies against Hector, who Achilles later slays in a fit of rage. In this case, Hector is Nikador, who first dies by the team’s hands during the fight, and then later dies by Mydei’s own hand in his trial.

[luvether]

BURNT SUN-KISSED POPPIES. mydei

summary, to be the childhood sweetheart of Kremnos‘ heir came the times where he sought comfort in you for all his tragedies.

mydei x gn!reader. fluff content. childhood to adulthood. secret pinings. puppy love. yearning. teasing. quality time. princess treatment. hurt with comfort. historical!au not canon compliant to amphoreus lore. written before version 3.0. [3.6k wc]

What are the chances you get to visit Castrum Kremnos during your father’s many business trips?

By the Gods above, luck was in your favor that day.

Because visiting Castrum Kremnos meant being able to see their renowned young crown prince Mydeimos, rumored to be one of the future heroes of Okhema city and the lion of Kremnos—and in secrecy to you, also the receiver of your affections for as long as you remember.

You aren’t certain when this unimaginable pull happened, was it the way you first saw the dawn captured red upon his braided hair? Or was it his big eyes that furnaced and melted into gold ingots with flicks of honey?

Your heart flutters at the thought of simply just encountering him, your fingers bunching up your fabrics as your carriage arrives at the city gates.

With a table full of wine, goat cheese and fruits—it was easy to slip away from your father. He was too busy settling jovial talks about the kingdoms’ flourish with Kremnos’ leaders to realize your absence. The unfamiliar palace is bigger than you expected, grandeur even, completely different from your home city. When your eyes trace the intricate patterns upon their pillars you can immediately seize out the lion from its marble carvings. But despite its size, it was no challenge to locate the prince.

The sound of clashing wooden swords would indicate where he was since you are aware of his duties to fight—and it is said that crown prince Mydeimos is usually seen spending his leisure on swordsmanship practice with young lord Phainon.

At times, you envy how often Lord Phainon is mentioned around the prince.

They both seem really close.

When the harsh clacks of wood on wood floats around your ears, your hurried paces falter into quiet footsteps. You find yourself sneaking under an olive tree and peeking through the shrubs, eyes landing on two boys on the garden with cobblestone beneath their leather boots—they seem entirely engrossed in their sparring. Under the honeyed heat your lips purse, watching Mydeimos dance around Phainon, wooden swords blurring your vision, swishing and parrying in front of them as each boy exchange light blows with one another.

An exhausted rasp of a chuckle comes spilling down Mydei’s lips, he angles his sword to block when Phainon leans forward, cutting down hard in his direction. You’ve noticed their manner in fighting and can weed out the difference in an instant. Lord Phainon is calculated with his movements, there’s stability in his balance, reassurance woven into the sinews of his back beneath his white tunic. Prince Mydeimos on the other hand is more fluid, he makes use of his dynamics and his footwork is unpredictable, but there’s grace captured in it—like he’s dancing—lunging forward in strict confidence then sidestepping, bouncing back then spinning.

Mydei smiles—a boyish grin that crinkles his eyes—seemingly setting the whole place an inch brighter than before and you’re blinded by the setting sun. You tilt your head more, unable to deny the warm flush from the pillows of your cheeks when you see the hint of dimples on his face, dimples.

The prince is truly astonishing.

Years you were under the tutelage of different priests, learning about prophetic dreams and imagery and clairvoyance—but maybe you were too dizzy watching the boys zip around the gardens, or maybe you were too into your daydreams you didn’t notice how they had hastened their attacks. Mydei was now attacking Phainon in quick succession, seemingly drunk under the thrill to notice Phainon’s stuttering words of take a break or slow down your highness. You were too distracted to notice how the prince swipes up, cutting the atmosphere—the lord’s wooden sword flies out his grasp and comes spinning in your direction.

Oh.

You feel the solid plank crash against your forehead—barely registering the shock that jolts through the two boys when you stumble onto the marble floor, holding your face that seems to quickly heat at both the pain and the embarrassment.

Oh.

“Oh, lord what have you done—“

“Me?” Phainon panics. “You were the one that didn’t stop attacking, I told you numerous times how I prefer a great sword than a simple one. I’m unfamiliar with the weight.”

“Well, I—“

“Ow…”

Their attention snaps back to you. Mydei tosses his wooden sword onto the cobblestone uncaringly and along with Phainon, comes to your aid.

“Hey, are you okay?” Both holding out their hands when they ease you back to your feet. Phainon leans down to brush the crumbs of dirt from your attire, checking to see if you have other injuries whilst Mydei winces at your reddening face.

“I—truly, I apologize.” You can hear the sincerity and guilt in the young prince’s tone. “I didn’t mean…”

“No, I—“ you were quick to speak up as well. Your face furnacing even more when his concerned honey eyes latch with your own—to think your first interaction with each other would be this, how humiliating.

“I was the one who intruded.” You murmur, leaning down to bow. “I apologize for getting in the way, young lords i didn’t want to disturb—“

“Oh gods.” Phainon curses.

You lift your head, confused, until you feel something hot trickling down your nose. Both your hand and Mydei’s fly up to your face, barely containing the blood that rolls down your chin.

“Prince, I think we are in trouble.”

“Stop saying nonsense, Phainon. Tell a servant to fetch us a cloth and a basin of water immediately.”

He didn’t need to be told twice and he was swift, his feet tapping along the marble as he sprinted down the hallway and now you were left alone with Kremnos’ young heir.

You can feel your heart pounding in your chest.

Luck was definitely not on your side today.

“Hey, uhm…” Mydei trails off. You see the cogs in his head turning before he gently lets go of your face, you feel a soft pressure at the back of your skull instead as the prince beckons you to lean down towards him.

“Here, press your nose on my tunic. It would be a problem if we don’t add pressure to stop the bleeding—“

Your eyes widen, cheeks hot as coals. You find yourself shaking your head fervently, using the young prince’s shirt to help your nosebleed? if your reputation hadn’t sunk to the bottom of a seabed, it had now. How could you, and to Prince Mydeimos of all people?

But Mydei is persistent, somehow unaware that your flushed face is more likely due to the shame you felt than your injury.

“Please.” He pushes gently. “I insist.”

His palm on the back of your head is steady, fingers rubbing the hair there, his other hand pinch his fabric shirt and tugs it up to press against your bleeding nose. ”Lord Phainon will be back soon, so rest assured. I truly apologize for my lack of manners today.”

It felt like a whole minute with you in close proximity with the Prince, then after that, when a servant came to tend to you—both prince Mydei and lord Phainon received an earful from the adults, to dare bring harm upon a young guest clergy from Janusopolis is an act of slander, they said to the young boys.

And you are no different as your father shakes his head at you, “you’re very lucky that they practiced with wooden swords, what were to happen if they were using actual weapons, what if it was a spear?”

You turn away, “I’m sorry, father—“

“That’s enough child. I should’ve known this would happen, especially with that curiosity of yours. I’ve told you time and time again to steer clear from training grounds, you are not fit for combat.” He pats your shoulder softly. “Come now, let’s not dawdle. We still have to visit the other cities.”

But father, it’s not mere curiosity. You wanted to combat but decide against it.

When you tag along with your father with flushed pink nose and defeated shoulders, you dare slip a glance from behind. Watching the young prince and the lord getting scolded.

But what you didn’t expect was Prince Mydeimos’ honey eyes already on you.

You turned away quickly and never looked back.

A week passes and your shame does not settle nor fade.

“Looks like you had quite a delightful time.” A throwaway comment from Anaxa, you don’t respond and he doesn’t even bother to look in your direction, flipping another scroll and perusing the text casually.

“What do I do, Anaxa, Hyacine?”

“What must you do?” Anaxa shoots you a puzzled look. “Bumping into Prince Mydeimos in Okhema is one in a million, and I am certain your father won’t take you back to Castrum Kremnos after that troubling incident.

“This is so unfair.” You bury your face onto your arms.

Your younger companion heartens over your shoulder, “Cheer up. I’m sure you’ll stumble into him eventually.” Hyacine smiles at you. “After all, Okhema is celebrating a festival. You never know.”

Your eyes gloss over the open window, from the distance you hear the alluring instruments hither thither in gracious waves, the warm winds gossip, the furors of the crowd echo, the clinking of wine and your companions’ soft murmurs from behind you. You lean your cheek against your arm, watching the sky like a meadow of blues.

Distracted, you don’t notice someone approaching until you see a hand come over your vision.

Your eyes flutter, tracing the calloused palm down the arm before meeting the face.

Honey eyes greet you back.

You jolt, Prince Mydeimos.

He sees the recognition spark in your eyes and he smiles, “So it was you.” He lowers his hand, tugging his cloak. “I thought I recognized someone familiar on the window, it’s nice to see you again!”

“Prin…Prince Mydeimos.” You've straightened now. “What are you doing here?”

Your heart seizes when you watch him lean close to you, his dimples are prominent from here, like an intentional dip on a carved marble. He presses a finger to his lips, his boyish grin almost contagious.

“I sneaked away.” He rasps. “It’s a little stiff to have servants follow you around in Okhema’s festival.”

“Oh, I see.” Your eyes fleet. It seems like it has caught the attention of your companions, for the young priestess and sage are now leaning against the wall beside the window, out of view from Mydeimos.

The prince places a hand on the windowsill. “Do you want to come with me?”

Your lips part. “Come with you?”

“Yes. I uhm.” Mydei turns away, then looks back at you. “I want to make it up to you, for what happened last week.”

“There’s no need for that, prince. I’m perfectly okay now and it’s my fault you and the lord got into trouble.” Despite your incessant shakes, he combats it with stubbornness.

“I understand. But I still feel responsible for what has happened.” He tells you. “Then, if not to make up for it, just keep me company?”

“I’m not supposed to…” You hesitate.

But then you felt a foot tap your ankle. Your eyes flicker briefly towards Anaxa and Hyacine—one giving you an encouraging nod and the other had apathy in the face, but he tilts his head on the window as if beckoning you to go. You crack a smile then turn to Mydei and nod.

His smile widens, then he hoists you out of the window frame, strong arms around your torso. Your cheeks darken at his actions.

When the two of you walk down the street, you are splashed with the joyful spirit weaving through the festival. You don’t usually participate whenever these festivals happen, you have no one to go with you. You never wanted to bother your father with your trivial requests, and you had your own duties to finish that you don’t have time for leisure.

The prince tries to match your pace, shoulders barely touching but it wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. In fact, Mydeimos has been kind to you which was far from the confident boy who held a spear in the arena.

He treats you as if you are something to him—you immediately shake such thoughts from your head.

Mydei taps your shoulder, pulling you out of your daydreams. “Are you hungry?”

In the young prince’s hands were two figs. You graciously took one from him. “Thank you, Prince Mydeimos.”

The honeycomb in his eyes softened. “Please just call me Mydei.” The fruit is brought to his lips, a crunch resounds when he takes a big bite.

During that time, under the golden festival hue—Mydeimos appeared like a brilliant child, the spirit still flickering a candle in his eyes and the looks he gave you, they were so undeniably soft. You both stopped at small stands, lingered at performances and smiled at the musicians playing instruments—all the while the prince made sure you were entertained and satiated with food; soft bread, cakes, olives. He even goes on a tangent when you had said you never tried specific meat before—those that were exclusive to the high and wealthy.

The prince would take each meat from the table, cupping a hand beneath your chin when you take a bite out of his portion.

You perk up. “It’s good.”

“Right?” Mydei laughs. “This one’s my favorite. We usually only have these in Kremnos during—“

“Are you eloping, my dear prince?”

Your attention is dragged to the owner of the quip. Lord Phainon appears from the thick of the crowd, and his teasing tone brings heat to your cheeks. Mydei scowls at his companion, “why are you here?”

Phainon greets you by ruffling your hair, “have you even an inkling of remorse for your pitiful servants?” His ocean blue eyes aren’t laughing despite his smile. “They’ve been looking for you for an hour or two, to the point it’s starting to spin into a commotion on the festival streets.”

This prompts Mydei to sigh. “Those fellows…”

A flute and strings draws their attention. Suddenly the crowd erupts into cheers, some step forth, dancing on the streets. You can feel Mydei’s eyes on you, then flickering to Phainon.

Maybe it was the expression on the prince’s face that Phainon let out a heavy sigh. “I’ll deal with your servants. You have an hour.”

“That’s all that I need.” Mydei smiles when Phainon turns on his heel to leave. “I owe you, my friend.”

“It’s nothing.” Phainon’s eyes flutter over to you, and his gentle smile returns, mouthing a take care of him before tugging on his hood and disappearing. At that time, you didn’t really know what the young lord meant with that.

And you didn’t have time to ponder, Mydei’s large hand is inching over yours, his fingertips brushing your skin. You look over to him and he asks, “do you know how to dance?”

You barely remembered what you responded back. The prince’s hands have captured your own, more of a soft caress than a hold before slowly pulling you onto the streets and the flurry of dancing citizens. The outside lights careens into the expression on his face when he tells you to dance with him.

You both circle each other and you watch his footwork—sidestepping, bouncing back then spinning—Mydei’s hand is not far from yours, and he pulls you into his dance, a palm seeking refuge on your torso and the other securing your hand, he spins you around and you cannot help the bubble of a laugh from slipping from your lips.

Between the flurries and the crowds there was nothing but you and the prince, everyone else was barely a splotch of watercolor on canvas.

An hour burns through quickly when you’re having fun. The sky began to dim and the festival had hushed, when his servants finally found him and he got in the carriage, he pops his head out the window, calling your name before you can leave.

You seek the honey in his eyes once again, and he leans into his open palm, “visit Castrum Kremnos sometimes.” Mydei grins. “It's a bore to always spend time sparring with Phainon and he’s not a great dancer like you are.

You mirror his grin with your own. “If this is what my prince wants, then I’ll obey.”

The brightened smile that Mydei gave you felt like he had shaved a piece of the sun and reflected it on his own expression. “See you.”

“Goodbye, Kremnos’ prince.”

That expression of his had engraved into your membrane as years shuffle and roll, it’s the exact same face he shows you when you finally visit him—not as a clergy guest of the city but Prince Mydeimos’ guest.

So it's very hard for you to believe in those rumours, rumours that stated that Castrum Kremnos’ hero had gone manic—the same as when the heretical black tide came and made the titans mad. It’s just difficult.

You’re aware that war and battles change a person. It came to make their blooming heart wither into a wasteland, but you know Mydeimos for so long.

You knew him as his childhood friend, as someone who had admired him and his heart for years on end—you never believed rumours about him and if it were true, you wanted to make your own judgement and witness it for yourself.

So when talks of Mydei’s arrival from the battlefield reached your ears, you did not hesitate to start packing for the trip.

Your journey to Kremnos was hasty. You had ignored the rebuttals your father threw at you and got on the carriage. As years passed, so did Castrum Kremnos. It did not beguile a glow like it used to, but your mind’s a raging storm. Your pace is impatient as you run down the corridors of the familiar city.

The sound of the steel sword would indicate where he was since you are aware of his duties to fight—and it is said that crown prince Mydeimos is usually seen spending his leisure on swordsmanship, alone.

Your hand is pressed against the olive tree bark, heaving heavy breaths as your eyes land on Mydeimos’ back, his muscles and sinews are hardened under the reddish hue of sunset, flexing as he moves his sword to cut the air. You barely notice the look on his eyes as well, gone were his large honey pupils and chub on his cheeks, now his gaze has sharpened into resin, narrowed with furrowed brows. He’s no longer as talkative or carefree as back then.

You take a step closer and flinch when Mydeimos turns to your direction, the sword lands heavy above your shoulders, almost grazing your cheek and ears.

The air hangs heavy with tension.

“It’s me, Mydei.”

At the sound of your voice, the prince wavers. The sword is immediately retracted and his heavy heaves are all that fills the air between you two.

“You…” Mydei runs his fingers through his wet hair. “You really do have the habit of just wandering into the practice grounds like this.”

You look away. “I’ll try not to next time.” You were just a little worried about him today.

When you feel a fingertip running down your jaw, you turn back to him.

Mydeimos’ eyes land on something on your face, his frown deepening. “There’s a cut.” He tells you. is there?

You cannot help the slight sting or wince when he presses the wound. At your reaction, he tries to pull away but your hands are quick to capture it, placing his calloused palms back on your cheeks.

“It’s okay.” You tell him but he’s noiseless.

Instead he tilts your head sideways, then leans down. His rough lips on your cheek is all you feel and you’re engulfed in Mydei’s scent of bonfire and wood and smoke.

“I’m sorry.” He murmurs, pressing another kiss to your other cheek and you told him it was fine. His head lands heavy on your shoulder so you don’t dare ask him how he’s been or how the battlefield was—you doubt he’d want to answer it right now.

“Will you stay for a bit?” He’d ask you and in response you’d embrace him.

“For as long as you wish.”

He pushes a bit. “Will you be by my side then?”

“If you command it, I will.”

Silence.

“Stay with me today?” Mydei adds. “Please?”

For a moment, Phainon’s words are on your ears: take care of him.

You tug him back and hold his cheeks on your palms, your eyes dissect his every fold and dip in expression, the downcasted frown and tired eyes. You give him a bright smile—a smile that flickers a glow on his honey pupils—then rest your forehead against his own.

“I’m here for as long as I live.” You murmur sweetly. “Even if it’s just us left, I’ll be with you.” because I love you, Mydei. For everything that I have.

You don’t announce it, but Mydei’s expression seems to shift when he gazes into your eyes, like he’d read the words written in them.

And holding him like this, you prayed to yourself—to wish nothing but endless glory and victory to Mydeimos for all the tragedies he’d witnessed.

You are not skilled in combat, but you’d hope your support and embraces can heal his wounds just as much. But when Mydei leans forward and presses another kiss on your forehead and two cheeks, your skin is matted and sun-kissed at the trail of his lips. It’s as if he’s telling you that yes, you’re healing him, you’re making him happy.

And you smile at the manner.

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

ehehe lion!mydei mates with cat!reader since lions are just big cats !! :33

✧ warnings : nsfw/smut, size difference, overstimulation, jealousy, biting/marking, heat/rut implications, rough but affectionate s*x, mild breeding kink, purring, growling, hybrids & cockwarming.

You don’t even see him move.

One moment, you’re laughing, ears twitching as a younger male tugs at your tail in a playful challenge. The next, a low, guttural grow rips through the air, and your body is hauled backward, heat blooming where clawed fingers dig into your hips.

The world spins, grass and sky blending as you’re thrown down.

Mydei looms over you, golden eyes burning with something dark, something dangerous. His tail lashes once before curling tight around your thigh, holding you in place. Caging you in.

“What the fuck was that?” His voice is low, rough—more animal than man.

You barely get a breath in before he’s on you, nose pressed into your neck, scenting you. He inhales deeply, lips curling in a snarl as his fangs scrape against your pulse.

Your ears flatten instinctively. Your tail flicks, but his grip tightens.

“Thought you could let them touch you?” Mydei growls, pressing his body flush against yours. His cock is har, burning hot even through his clothes, rutting against your stomach as if he can’t help himself. “Mine.”His tail tightens around your thigh, a vice of velvet and muscle. “All mine.”

His teeth sink into your throat—not deep enough to break skin, but hard enough to sting. A warning. You gasp, thighs twitching beneath him, and he purrs. It’s deep, reverberating through his chest, his whole body vibrating with it.

“Mydei—”

His hands move fast, one gripping the base of your tail while the other rips away the thin fabric covering you. Your fluffy ears twitch as your back arches, the sharp jolt of pleasure making your breath hitch.

“You don’t get to say my name like that,” he hisses, spreading your legs wider. “Not after making me watch you play with them.”

Then he’s pushing in.

You cry out, nails digging into his arms as he stretches you open. He’s thick, forcing your pussy to take every inch, every ridge, every pulsing inch of him. Your body clenches down hard, too tight, too much—

A sharp bite to your shoulder makes your muscles go slack. Mydei takes the opening to thrust, fully seating himself inside, his cock throbbing against your walls.

“Fuck,” he groans, forehead dropping against yours. “You feel that? How you’re gripping me?” His tail unwinds from your thigh, dragging up to stroke between your legs, teasing, pressing. "This is what you needed, isn’t it?"

You can’t answer, mouth slack as your body pulses around him, already twitching from the intensity of it all. Your ears flick back, overstimulated, but he just purrs, pleased and possessive.

“Too late to act shy now,” Mydei breathes, grinding into you, slow and deep. His hips pull back before slamming forward, his hands everywhere—gripping your hips, pinning your wrists, holding you open.

His teeth graze your throat again, and he groans. “Gonna make sure they all know. Make sure your scent is drenched in me.”

You don’t doubt it. He’s not letting you go—not tonight, not until your body screams his name louder than you ever could.

Mydei’s grip on your hips is bruising, his claws pressing just hard enough to remind you who’s in control, who you belong to. The sharp bite of pain only makes the pleasure more intense, and when he pulls out—just enough to tease the stretch before slamming back in—you choke on a gasp.

“Yeah,” he groans, voice thick with satisfaction, “you needed this, didn’t you?” His tail drags up your thigh again, this time curling against your stomach, tracing soft patterns along your skin before dipping lower.

Your breath stutters when the velvet tip of it brushes against your clit, teasing the swollen nub as he grinds into you, hips rolling slow and deep.

“Mydei—” Your voice breaks, body twitching as overstimulation creeps in, your pussy already fluttering around him. He feels too good, cock hitting just right, heavy and throbbing inside you.

His purring deepens, vibrating through his chest as he watches you struggle. “That’s it,” he murmurs, dragging his tail back down before curling it around your waist like a leash. “That’s my good girl.”

You barely have time to react before he shifts, angling your hips up, locking you in place as he starts to fuck you properly.

Each thrust is sharp, pushing you further into the soft grass, making you feel every inch of him. His cock is thick, stretching you open over and over, forcing your body to take him.

“You’re so wet for me,” Mydei growls, his breath hot against your throat. He licks over the bite he left earlier, soothing the mark before nipping again, sending another sharp jolt of pleasure through you. “This pussy was made for me.”

You can only moan, legs shaking as he presses down on your stomach, feeling himself move inside you. “Bet you’d take my cubs so well,” he mutters, more to himself than you, golden eyes dark with hunger. “You’d look so pretty, all full for me.”

A whimper escapes your lips, body clenching down around him, and Mydei chuckles. “Oh, you like that?” His pace slows, dragging himself out so only the tip remains before sinking back in, keeping you stuffed, making you feel every inch of him.

He stays there, deep inside, filling you completely, letting your body mold around him. You try to move—try to grind against him, desperate for friction—but his hands clamp down on your waist, holding you still.

“Mm-mm,” he murmurs, smirking against your skin. “We’re not done yet.” His cock throbs inside you, a steady reminder that he’s not letting go anytime soon. “You’re staying right here—warming my cock, keeping me nice and buried inside this perfect little pussy until I say so.”

His tail tightens around your waist, his purring deepening as he settles over you, completely caging you in. You can feel his heartbeat against yours, his body heat swallowing you whole.

And as he slowly starts to grind again, lazy and deep, you realize he’s not stopping until he’s completely satisfied. Until you’re thoroughly ruined for anyone else.

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[goldweaverr]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He can't get you off of his mind.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bunni-v1]

Competition

🍓I did it! This has been in my drafts since Amphorus was released, so it's been a long time. Anyway, it's done, I can rest. I hope you enjoy, I worked very hard on this one, if it flops I might just delete my account.

Tw: Marking; Threesome; NSFW

Info: Mydei x Reader x Phainon; NSFW; Fic

Word Count: 3.8k words

MDNI

Mydei and Phainon, despite what most people think, work incredibly well together. Despite being headstrong and bickering back and forth most of the time, they challenge each other to be their best version. In everything. Even in bed, which is how you ended up in the position you were in right now.

You don’t even fully remember what exactly happened to get you here, back pressed against Mydei’s chest, Phainon buried between your thighs. It started with Phainon’s taunting, you think, and inevitably Mydei’s ego couldn’t let him lose. You just so happened to be the argument piece this time, meaning you were the deciding factor on who won. So your night would be spent between these two hotheaded men, not that you were complaining.

Mydei’s fingers dug into the fat of your thighs, keeping you spread wide open for Phainon and his pleasure. His eyes burn against your skin, chin resting on your shoulder taking in the sight of Phainon with unrestrained enjoyment. His tongue was lapping at your folds relentlessly, shameless slurping echoing off the walls of your room. He alternated between sucking at your clit and drinking up your slick, the hot muscle occasionally dipping into your hole to get a better taste.

Mydei’s eyes only seemed to make him more eager than usual, doing his best to win whatever stupid challenge they had going on right now. You’d be more mad at him if he wasn’t doing such a good job at making you moan like a whore. Your head is already fuzzy with pleasure, his eager attitude as he completely swallows you whole is nearly mind-breaking. He must’ve been going down on you for almost half an hour now, edging and pushing you so close, but never letting you cum. Maybe you should let him and Mydei argue more often…

“Enjoying yourself down there?” Mydei grumbles, and it rumbles in his chest, shaking the foundation of your being at the sound.

He hums, giving you a particularly harsh suck, making your back arch off Mydei as if to prove he was enjoying it. Mydei rolls his eyes, pressing you right back to him as soon as you leave. His fingers trace up from where they press against your sternum, calloused tips leaving goosebumps in their path, right until they reach one of your nipples. He gives it a harsh tug, snickering when you gasp, then rolls it almost tenderly between his fingers.

You whimper at the added sensation, they cry out when he starts nibbling along your neck. His teeth bite just hard enough that they’ll leave marks along the expanse of your sensitive skin. Your body shudders at the feeling, curling your fingers into Phainon’s hair to try and ground yourself, but it’s impossible with the double assault they’re doing on your body.

You squeak at a particularly harsh bite from Mydei, feeling your orgasm building all too rapidly. It takes only a few more licks from Phainon, and another harsh bite from Mydei, to have you tumbling over the edge. Your body trembles at the sensation, moaning out the first thing that comes to mind.

“Mydei~” You feel him smirk into your shoulder, tongue lapping at his most recent mark.

This doesn’t seem to please Phainon, despite him being the main reason for your pleasure. His hands cusp your ass, tugging you into a new position for easier access. Feet dangling off his shoulders, body almost folded in half as he pressed his tongue inside you as deeply as he could get it. This has Mydei laughing out loud as you cry out in surprise.

You shake your head rapidly at Phainon, but he’s so engulfed in your pussy, you don’t think he can even begin to think about stopping. Luckily, Mydei is there to be your hero, shoving Phainon away from you with one hand while the other pulls you up again. Phainon practically growls as he fights back to his position, but Mydei denies him once again with ease. More focused on your teary-eyed expression.

“Already too much for you?” He asks gently, doing his best to ease you back to earth.

Gasping, Phainon finally sits up and affixes a glare on his partner, “Why’d you stop me? What’s the deal?”

“The deal is that you need to stop thinking with your dick,” Mydei scolds, and there is no humor in his voice, despite how funny what he just said was to you.

The war-hardened warrior cradles you in his arms like you are the most precious thing on this side of the cosmos, and the irony of him being the gentle one is not lost on you. You don’t complain when he eases your body back into the bed, making sure you relax fully before giving Phainon his attention with an unimpressed raise of his eyebrow and a gesture of his hand. The other man finally relents his glare with a sigh, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he apologizes, “I just can’t help myself sometimes.”

“You should start,” Mydei comments dryly.

His fingers carefully massage over your muscles, knowing every place to press to make them relax beneath his touch. Phainon leans down at your side, playing with strands of your hair with a fond smile. They seem happy enough caring for you like this, so you don’t protest against anything. It was better than hearing them bicker the whole time.

Slowly you come down from your high, body feeling nice and light from your orgasm, but you can’t help but feel unsatisfied. You only came once, and the two of them were still fully dressed. It felt a bit unfair that they got to have their fun with you and then walk away unsatisfied. For a moment, you really do think they might call their competition there. Knowing how soft Mydei was on you, it wouldn’t surprise you if he didn’t want to keep going after seeing you teary-eyed.

Then, Phainon breaks the silence, “Y’know, only one isn’t a good measure. We should have at least three to get a good pool to pull from.”

“Are you seriously pulling best of three right now?” Mydei asks incredulously.

Before Phainon can argue his point, Mydei glances up at you from his spot between your legs. It’s a subtle ask for permission, likely the only amount of control you’ll get for the rest of the night. Phainon’s big blue eyes practically beg you to say yes. It’s very hard to say no with both of them watching you so intently, so you nod at them.

Your head spins when Phainon practically dives in for your lips, getting one or two kisses in, before being harshly yanked back by Mydei’s hand. The noise he lets out is hilarious, especially when he looks positively offended by Mydei’s actions. A silent argument passes between them, Mydei winning as Phainon sits back with a pouty expression. Mydei is smug, smirking to himself a bit as he leans over you, caging your head between his arms.

His gold eyes burn bright this close, their intensity heating you from the inside out. Or perhaps that was how warm he was. He’d always run hotter than others, but at this proximity, it felt like his skin might melt yours with the heat he radiated. You do not turn to liquid beneath him, and so you stare into his eyes with your own vigor, though it is undoubtedly duller than his own. It’s still enough to get him to bend down and kiss you, far more gently than Phainon had.

Mydei likes to take his time. Most take him as a hothead with no patience, but you know him more intimately than them. You know he is soft and kind inside, he is only harsh and unkind because that is what he is expected to be. This gentleness of his comes out in the bedroom, easing you through your pleasure as if there is nothing more in the world he needed to do. His kisses show this better than anything, deep and slow, letting you decide how far he goes. His tongue only goes into your mouth when you let him, and his hands only trace across your skin when yours curl into his hair. It’s a slow dance, one that he loves to divulge you in.

When he pulls back, he takes a moment to admire your flushed face before moving to kiss across your shoulders. His hair tickles your chest as he kisses across your collarbones, revisiting old marks he’d left earlier. Making sure that they do stay. The slow crawl of his heated kisses makes you dizzy, sighing at each nip and suck he leaves. Unable to look at his face any longer, you draw your eyes across the expanse of his back along the bed, and right up to Phainon.

His pretty eyes crinkle in a smile when you look at him as if he is being positively neglected. You give a listful one back. His shoulder is moving slightly, making his head bob a little, and his hair moves in an almost ethereal manner. Curiosity gets the better of you, and your eyes trace down from his shoulder to his hand, which is lightly palming over his hard-on. You blink up at him again, and he tilts his head innocently at you. 

You almost have it in you to reach out to try and help, as if you could when he is at the other side of the bed, by Mydei has every intent of keeping you focused on him. You gasp when a finger traces around your labia, spreading you apart. Your walls clamp around nothing in anticipation of the touch that follows quickly after, lightly tracing over your clit. He peers up at you from his spot latched onto your tit, still sucking on it like letting you go might kill him. When you suck in a deep breath, he rolls his finger around your clit harsher.

He smirks when you swallow, closing your eyes tight again at the sensation. He continues the motion with ease, moving down your body with his lips. You shudder when he peppers kisses just below your naval, readjusting his fingers to a much better angle. Like this, he can move them faster, drawing more sighs from your lips. They dip down to your opening, collecting your juices and returning to their previous ministrations. 

It’s not quite as nice as Phainon’s tongue, but it still feels good. Mydei is impossibly good with his fingers, and the callouses only add more texture to the whole sensation. It’s so good, head rolling back into the pillows so you can relax and enjoy the feeling properly. You feel the bed sink next to you and lean your head against Phainon without being told to do so. He kisses your temple, hands coming to your chest to play with your tits just like Mydei had before.

He rubs his thumbs over your nipples lightly, making them pebble up in seconds. You huff out a little moan, peaking an eye open to watch the way he plays with them. He smiles against your temple, whispering praises against your skin. His fingers pinch the hard bud between them, pulling and twisting just hard enough that it makes your toes curl.

Mydei’s fingers slow their motion, falling from your clit to your neglected hole. He gives you a second to ready yourself, which you respond to with a clench around nothing. He smiles at that, then finally pushes two fingers inside. The stretch is made easy by just how wet you are, and he’s able to get both fingers down to their base with no issue. Phainon whispers a ‘good job’ to you, watching the show while still playing with your chest. Having moved to cup your breasts now, squeezing them playfully now and again.

Mydei does not waste time pumping his fingers into you, palm grinding down on your clit each time he makes contact. His face is fully concentrated on fucking you with his fingers, rhythm steady and even, consistently hitting all the right spots over and over. He doesn’t relent for anything, not even when you curl into Phainon’s chest, as if you could hide from the pleasure eating you inside out. 

He curls his fingers in a come hither motion, rubbing your g-spot perfectly. You whimper out his name, and he finally looks at you, hungry and ready to consume you whole if you’ll let him. Without any more thought, his other hand spreads across your naval, and his thumb rubs at your clit in time with his thrusts. You chew on the tips of your fingers as you watch him finger fuck you, mind fogging up again as you near the edge. 

“You gonna come?” Phainon asks too sweet for the situation you’re in.

You still nod, and he tilts your chin up to swallow up your moans. His kiss is more demanding of what he wants, and you give him it without argument. You cry out as Mydei gives you a particularly rough flick, and you tumble over the edge. Legs shaking as Phainon presses you into an even deeper kiss, muffling any sounds you might’ve made for Mydei. His fingers continue to work you through your orgasm, slowing only when you seem to come down little by little. Phainon allows you to breathe when you stop shaking, and you look at Mydei with blurry vision, appreciating the sight of him cleaning you off his fingers.

“You’re so pretty when you’re cumming, have I told you that?” Phinon asks, Mydei humming his agreement for the first time that night.

The ladder eases you up into a sitting position, allowing Phainon to get behind you properly. You feel his dick smack against your bare back, and you realize he’d definitely been jerking himself off the whole time. You just hadn’t had the brainpower to notice it. 

Mydei focuses your attention back on him with a squeeze of your waist, “You okay for another?”

You nod immediately, more than willing to keep going for them. He shares a look with Phainon over your shoulder, and you try and fail to follow it, only able to see the other man’s jaw from your position. Mydei pulls away as Phainon pulls you back against his chest, and you reach out to him like he might leave the room. He is sweet enough to grab your hand and squeeze it in reassurance, then he returns to removing his own pants, angry red member springing out from its confines.

You’re sure you’re drooling as you watch it bob a few times. Phainon grins at your reaction, pressed into the back of your neck. You almost don't realize he’s carefully lifting you up in your stupor, but you gain your bearings enough when he traces himself across your pussy a few times.

“Ready?” He asks with all the sweetness he can muster, you can’t find it in yourself to say anything but yes.

With that approval, he slowly sinks you down onto him. The stretch stings, far more difficult to take than two of Mydei’s fingers, yet your pussy swallows him up obediently. It sucks him up so well you feel embarrassed like you were too needy for him. With the way you whimper, you might as well be, yet he doesn’t bother teasing you as he finally sheaths himself inside. He presses his forehead into your shoulder, trying to compose himself. His hot breath fans down your back, making you shiver in anticipation for what's to come.

You unwittingly clench around him, and he groans, pressing a hand right above where his tip would be inside. What his goal was, you weren’t sure, but the warmth of his fingers was welcome on your heated skin. They drum a few times as he calms himself, the feeling not helping you loosen up anymore. It seems to aid in his recovery, finally peering over your shoulder at Mydei, who is smirking to himself at the show.

“Can’t handle yourself over there?” He asks slyly.

Phainon huffs into your shoulder, “Easy to say when you’re not the one inside her.”

He hums, coming over to your side. He admires the two of you for a moment, taking in the sight with unrestrained delight. His fingers come up as he does so, tracing the lines of your face gently. The caress follows along your cheekbones, down to your jaw, lightly grabbing your chin and running his thumb along your bottom lip.

His other hand holds his dick firmly, keeping it level with your eye the whole time. You watch it with interest, wanting nothing more than to have it in your mouth as soon as possible, but Mydei demands your patience. Two taps of his thumb has you looking up at him obediently through your lashes, golden eyes burning the look into his mind.

You can feel Phainon’s eyes on you too, the intensity of their gazes nearly sending you into a spiral then and there. You bat your lashes up at Mydei, practically begging him to let you suck him off. It gets him smirking, sending Phainon a quick look before tapping your lip three times. You open up for him like you’re asked, and he presses the angry red tip between your lips. 

You waste no time in taking him into your mouth, sucking on his tip excitedly. You lick up the precum threatening to slide down his shaft, enjoying the salty taste like any other treat. His hand finds your hair, easing you to take more of him in your mouth slowly. As he does so, Phainon takes it as his sign to start moving. He lifts your hips slightly and begins a quick pace, hips pushing up into your ass over and over again.

It gets you moaning around Mydei, making him groan lowly and tighten his grip on your hair. He makes sure you suck him off nice and slow, a wild juxtaposition from Phainon’s frantic thrusting. You can’t tell what you should focus on more, moving your hips or taking more of Mydei in your mouth. You want to fit him down your throat, you know you can do it, but it would be hard with the way Phainon’s jostling you around.

He grips your hips tightly, using them as leverage as he pounds into you from below. It’s a bruising pace that has your walls fluttering with each connection he makes. The addition of Mydei only makes you more lightheaded, unable to focus on sucking him off and fucking yourself back into Phainon.

You don’t have to worry about it for long, not when Phainon’s fingers thread into your hair and between Mydei’s. He readjusts your position slightly so you’re at an angle, and then he pushes you back and forth with a newfound force. You swallow Mydei down to the base, then get pulled back to sheathe Phainon again fully. He does it over and over until you cannot do anything but suck and squeeze, mind mush and full of nothing but them.

It doesn’t take long for that coil to wind up in your stomach, tight and hotter than ever before. The sensation burns in your stomach, pleasure nearly consuming you whole. The only thing holding you together is Mydei’s gaze burning into your skin, his molten gold eyes drinking you in like a man gone mad with lust. That was what sent you over the edge, choking out your orgasm on Mydei’s cock.

You squeeze around Phainon’s throbbing member, pussy doing its very best to milk him for all he’s got. You’re not surprised when he cums shortly after you, spilling his seed into your swollen cunt. He bites into your shoulder, opposite where Mydei had earlier, muffling his groans into your skin. 

He does not forget about Mydei, though, aiding him in bobbing your head up and down his shaft more rapidly. Tears prick your eyes at the harsh speed, but you keep up with them as best as you can. You wanted Mydei to cum, you wanted to swallow it up and show him how good you were for him. You needed to at this point, you might go mad if you don’t.

You whimper along his shaft, and he groans, gritting his teeth to try and level himself out. It doesn’t work very well, you can feel him throbbing on your tongue. He’s close, you know he is, if only you can tip him over the edge. Phainon seems to have the same idea, grabbing the back of your head harshly and pushing you until your nose lays flat against his skin. 

Pressed into him like this, all you could do was breathe and swallow, teary eyes pleading with him to just give you what you want. It seems to do the trick, and in the next moment he is throwing his head back in a deep groan. White hot pleasure pours down your throat, and you swallow it up as best as you can. Sputtering when Phainon finally lets you pull away, gasping for the air you were desperately missing.

He rubs your back reassuringly, pressing apologetic kisses into your shoulder as he whispers out his praises for you. You go limp in his arms, unable to hold yourself upright anymore after everything your body has been through. It takes a long time for the three of you to come back down to earth, much longer for you than for them, but when you do you are cuddled between the two of them. Head on Mydei’s chest and Phainon kissing along your back as usual.

Mydei is stroking your hair with one of his hands, the other squeezing your waist reassuringly. He kisses the crown of your head when he notices you looking at him, silent praise for your hard work getting you sighing all over again. Phainon cheekily rests his chin on your shoulder, nuzzling your cheek like an overgrown puppy.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” He asks, punctuated by another kiss to your neck.

You can’t manage to speak yet, so you nod with a weak little smile. You were so very tired, completely fucked out, but entirely satisfied. You hoped they were too, what with how hard you worked to pleasure them, you’d be devastated if they weren’t.

“It’s too bad we didn’t figure out who made you feel better this time,” He sighs wistfully like it’s truly a travesty.

Mydei scoffs, finally speaking up, “I’m pretty sure she called out my name more than yours.”

“The first one was a cheat and you know it.” He fires back.

Mydei scoffs, “And you making out with her when I was clearly about to win wasn’t?”

…and they are back to bickering back and forth. For a moment you almost believed things might be peaceful for now.

[koiukiy-o]

peppering kisses on his shoulder. -> mydei x gn!reader. -> wc: 0.7k -> warnings: suggestive.

-> a/n: mydei e6 is so pretty, and the idea of him showing his left shoulder to you and you only made me spiral !! if you think giggly mydei is ooc, im afraid this might not be your cup of tea </3

The moment your lips met his shoulder, just above the strong line of his deltoid, Mydei couldn’t stop the surprised gasp that escaped him. It was a sound that caught him off guard, his breath hitching for a brief second. He stiffened, as if unsure of how to react, but then a soft sigh left him, his usual quiet composure slipping in the wake of your touch. 

You kissed the smooth skin again, your lips lingering a little longer this time. He exhaled sharply, and his head tilted slightly to the side, just enough to give you better access. “You’re—” he laughed softly, voice light and teasing. “What are you doing?” His words were amused, his eyes glinting with challenge.

Another kiss, this time closer to the curve of his shoulder, and you felt his muscles shift beneath your lips, flexing subtly in response. His fingers twitched by his side, as though he was fighting the urge to reach out, to do something—anything—but you were the one in control of the moment.

You traced your lips up to the base of his neck, feeling the heat rise from his skin as you kissed higher, just behind his ear. Mydei’s breathing became noticeably heavier, more uneven, and his hand moved, but only to rest against the back of your neck, his fingers pressing lightly as though pulling you even closer. He shivered, a small, involuntary grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’re acting strange,” he said with a grin, though his voice was softer than usual, betraying the slight vulnerability behind his words. “I don't know how to deal with you like this,” he added, his hand sliding to your back, fingers light against your skin.

His lips parted slightly, his gaze darkening as he tilted his head further back, exposing more of his neck to you. The sound that escaped him then was barely a whisper, an almost imperceptible groan, as your lips traced higher, over the curve of his neck. He let out a breathy laugh, his chest rising and falling a bit faster now. "What’s gotten into you?" he asked, his voice almost giddy with the way your kisses were making him feel. 

When you kissed the sensitive spot just behind his ear, his breath hitched in a much more evident reaction, and his hand flew to your wrist, as if trying to steady himself. “That’s not fair,” he said, laughing now, his voice suddenly light and delighted. His body was betraying him, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation of your lips against him. “Don’t...” he muttered, his voice a low rasp, though his hand remained on your neck, fingers tightening just a little. His words were a mix of tease and plea, his control slipping as you continued your slow, deliberate assault of gentle kisses along his skin. 

But even as he spoke, his hand tightened ever so slightly around your wrist, guiding you back toward him. “It’s hard for me to speak when you’re like this…” he admitted, his tone strained, though there was a softness to it now. A softness that made your heart race. “You’re killing me.” he said, but you could hear the smile in his voice. 

The way he spoke now was far removed from his usual controlled self, his words spilling out in a rush of laughter and delight, mixed with a little gasp whenever you kissed him just the right spot. You were unlocking a side of him he rarely showed—one that was more open, playful, and definitely more flustered.

You kissed just beneath his jaw, the edge of his neck now exposed completely. His breathing quickened, and he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “I’m not sure I can take much more of this.” His voice was still light, but there was a warmth there now, an undercurrent of something serious beneath the playfulness— rare for someone who so often kept his feelings behind unreadable expressions and steady silence.

But for now, Mydei was all smiles and laughter, caught in the moment, his giddiness more than obvious as you continued your slow, tender trail of kisses along his neck.

[xichilie]

Mydei x (Fem)reader

Okay, hear me out, I saw a tiktok, the Chrysos heirs being trapped or whatever and mydei mentioning he calls his friend for help, and the other are like "Eh, we're all here" and mydei revealing he has other friends, and their all shocked YK....

So that was my inspiration for this. Have fun:)

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The ruins stretched before them like the bones of an ancient beast, swallowed by time. Dust choked the air, disturbed only by their movements, and the dim torchlight cast long shadows on the cracked stone walls. Mydei and his fellow Chrysos heirs stood before the massive stone door that had slammed shut behind them, sealing them in with an ominous finality.

Aglaea, her golden-blonde hair untouched by the dust clinging to the air, ran her fingers over the intricate carvings on the door. Her golden eyes remained calm, assessing, as if she had already considered every possibility. “We’re trapped.”

“No kidding,” Tribbie muttered, her small frame shifting as she crossed her arms. The red-haired girl, wings twitching slightly behind her, kicked a loose rock, the sound echoing in the chamber.

Phainon, a tall, white-haired man with striking blue eyes, leaned casually against a pillar, grinning. “Oh, come on, where’s your sense of adventure? We’ve been through worse.” His voice was light, but there was an eager spark in his eyes—the kind that always showed up when a challenge was thrown their way.

Castorice, standing a few steps away, remained quiet. Her long purple hair cascaded down her back, and her deep violet eyes studied the stonework with calm precision. No one dared to stand too close to her, not unless they had a death wish.

“There has to be another exit,” she finally said, running a gloved hand along the edges of the door. “It wouldn’t make sense for a place like this to have only one entrance.”

“Well, until we find it, we’re stuck,” Aglaea stated smoothly, her voice unshaken.

Phainon sighed dramatically, stretching his arms behind his head. “So? We look around, we solve the puzzle, we get out. Same as always.”

Mydei, who had been standing off to the side, arms crossed over his tattooed chest, let out a heavy sigh. “Or I could just call someone to get us out of here.”

Silence.

Four pairs of eyes turned to him.

Phainon blinked. “Eh? Mydei, we’re all here.”

Mydei gave him a flat look. “Not you. Someone else.”

The silence deepened. Aglaea remained composed, merely tilting her head in mild curiosity.

“You have… other friends?”

Tribbie tilted her head, eyes wide. “Since when?”

Castorice, ever composed, showed only the barest hint of interest. “You never mentioned anyone else.”

Phainon, naturally, was the most dramatic. He straightened up, looking at Mydei as if he had just announced he was secretly a poet. “Wait, wait, wait. This is insane! You—of all people—made a friend? Since when do you even talk to people outside of us?”

Mydei rubbed his temple, his patience wearing thin. “Does it matter? They can help.”

Tribbie grinned, wings fluttering. “Ooooh, is it a secret? Are they your lover, Mydei?”

Mydei’s eye twitched. “What? No.”

Phainon smirked, nudging his shoulder. “You sure? I mean, you are being suspiciously vague.”

Tribbie gasped dramatically. “Oh no. What if they’re imaginary? Mydei, do you need help?”

Mydei huffed, crossing his arms. “You’re all idiots.”

Phainon draped an arm around his shoulder, grinning. “You wound me, Mydei! But for real, though—who is this person? I need to know. It’s actually hurting me not to know.” His blue eyes were practically pleading.

Castorice tilted her head slightly. “Are they… like us?”

Mydei exhaled sharply. “They’re not an Chrysos heir, if that’s what you mean.”

That made them pause.

Aglaea's expression remained unreadable,

Tribbie gasped again, dramatically clutching Phainon’s sleeve. “Snowy, what if they’re evil? What if they tricked him?”

Phainon patted her head. “If they did, that means we get to mess with Mydei about it forever.”

Mydei glared. “You do that already.”

“True,” Phainon admitted with a grin.

Castorice finally spoke, her voice steady. “If they’re not an Chrysos heir, then how do you know they’ll even be able to help us?”

Mydei simply pulled out his communicator. “You’ll see soon enough.”

The others exchanged glances—some amused, some skeptical, but all undeniably intrigued.

Aglaea’s voice was the last to break the silence, smooth and certain. “Then we shall see.”

Mydei had a friend.

And they had no idea who they were.

Time passed slowly in the dimly lit ruins. The Chrysos heirs had explored every possible crack and corner of the chamber, yet the heavy stone door remained firmly shut. Mydei leaned against the wall, arms crossed, waiting in silence.

Tribbie, however, had other ideas. She fluttered her wings slightly, glancing between Mydei and Phainon with a mischievous glint in her blue eyes. “Sooo…” she began, tilting her head, “when’s this friend of yours gonna show up, Mydei? Should we be worried?”

Phainon snickered, leaning casually against a broken column. “Yeah, I mean, considering none of us have ever seen them, I’m starting to think this ‘friend’ might just be one of Mydei’s delusions.” He grinned. “Maybe it’s a rock. Or better yet—an imaginary friend.”

Tribbie gasped dramatically, putting her hands on her cheeks. “Oh no! What if Mydei’s been alone for so long he just made them up?” She turned to Aglaea. “Agi, do you think we should be concerned?”

Aglaea, ever composed, merely cast Mydei a calm glance before replying, “I think we should wait before making assumptions.”

Mydei’s eye twitched. “I swear to the Aeons—”

Phainon cut him off with a laugh, nudging his arm. “Come on, just admit it! You’re stalling because your ‘friend’ doesn’t actually exist.”

Tribbie giggled. “It’s okay, Mydei! We’ll pretend to see them for you.”

Mydei clenched his fists. “Would you two just—”

Rumble.

The heavy stone doors groaned as they slowly began to slide open. The grinding of stone against stone echoed through the chamber, dust swirling into the air as light from the outside spilled into the ruins. The group turned, eyes widening in surprise.

And then, standing on the other side, was a woman.

She was beautiful, her presence effortless yet striking. With a confident smile, she stepped forward, her gaze locking onto Mydei immediately.

“There you are,” she said warmly. “Are you alright?”

Phainon literally gawked. His mouth hung open, frozen mid-reaction.

Tribbie, who had just been teasing Mydei moments ago, now stood stiff, eyes darting between the woman and Mydei in shock.

Mydei, meanwhile, remained unimpressed. He straightened up, folding his arms. “Took you long enough.”

The woman sighed, shaking her head with an amused smile. “Well, excuse me for taking my time.” She glanced around at the ruins before gesturing behind her. “This place wasn’t exactly easy to find, you know.”

A silence hung between them.

Then—

“WHAT?!” Phainon finally exploded, pointing at Mydei with wide eyes. “SHE’S REAL?!”

Tribbie’s wings flared slightly as she rapidly blinked. “Wha—But—She’s—”

Castorice, though silent, looked mildly intrigued, her violet eyes scanning the woman as if reevaluating everything she thought she knew about Mydei.

Aglaea, calm as ever, studied the newcomer with quiet curiosity before looking at Mydei. “So, this is the one?”

Mydei huffed, rubbing his temple. “Yes. This is my friend.”

Phainon slowly turned to him, still in shock. “No. No, no, no. I refuse. I refuse to believe this! There’s no way someone like her is actually friends with you!”

Tribbie nodded rapidly. “Yeah! I thought for sure you were making it up!”

The woman laughed softly. “Oh? So he doesn’t talk about me?” She turned back to Mydei with a smirk. “That’s kind of rude.”

Mydei shot a glare at his so-called teammates before exhaling. “You see what I have to deal with?”

She grinned. “Unfortunately, yes.”

Phainon still looked as though he’d been struck by lightning. “I just—I need a moment.” He placed a hand on his chest, dramatically staggering back. “This changes everything.”

Tribbie grabbed his sleeve. “Snowy, I think we’ve been lied to.”

Aglaea hummed. “Or simply left uninformed.”

Castorice said nothing, but a small smirk played at the edge of her lips.

Mydei groaned. “I hate all of you.”

But his ‘friend’ only smiled. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

The group stepped out of the ruins, the crisp air a welcome contrast to the stale, dust-choked chamber they had been trapped in. Sunlight filtered through the clouds, casting a golden glow over the cracked stone and wild vegetation reclaiming the ancient site.

But Mydei wasn’t given a moment of peace.

“Okay, who are you?” Phainon demanded, spinning around to face the woman. His blue eyes were practically burning with curiosity. “And how did you end up being friends with him?”

Before she could answer, Tribbie fluttered beside her, eyes wide with excitement. “Yeah, yeah! Tell us everything! Did you save his life? Did he save yours? Or—ooh!—was it some kind of dramatic rivalry that turned into friendship?”

Mydei exhaled sharply. “I swear to the Aeons, if you two don’t—”

Y/N laughed, raising a hand in a gesture of ease. “It’s alright,” she said before turning to Phainon and Tribbie with a playful glint in her eyes. “I suppose introductions are in order, then.” She smiled. “My name is Y/N.”

Phainon and Tribbie exchanged glances.

“So you do have a name,” Phainon muttered. “I was starting to think Mydei just called you ‘friend’ like some cryptic loner.”

“I wouldn’t put it past him,” Tribbie added with a mischievous grin.

Mydei pinched the bridge of his nose. “I regret calling you people my allies.”

Y/N chuckled. “As for how we met…” She placed a hand on her hip, glancing at Mydei. “I was exploring the Strife Ruins of Kremnos.”

That caught Aglaea’s attention. The golden-haired woman tilted her head slightly, her expression unreadable but curious. “A dangerous place to wander.”

Castorice, who had been silent until now, finally spoke, her voice smooth and measured. “Those ruins are cursed ground. Few who enter leave unscathed.”

Y/N nodded. “I had heard the rumors, but that only made me more curious.” She glanced back at Mydei. “That’s when I met him.”

Phainon’s brows shot up. “Wait, wait—you met him in the middle of those ruins?”

Tribbie gasped dramatically. “Did he scare you? No—wait! Was he just standing there looking all broody and mysterious?” She put her hands on her cheeks. “Did you think he was a ghost?”

Mydei groaned. “Why would she think that?”

Y/N smiled teasingly. “Well… you were standing there like a ghost haunting the place.”

Phainon howled with laughter. “I KNEW IT!”

Tribbie doubled over, giggling. “Oh, that’s so Mydei.”

Mydei glared at Y/N, who only shrugged innocently.

Aglaea, ever composed, observed their interaction with quiet amusement. “And after that?”

Y/N’s gaze softened slightly. “We ended up working together. There was something in those ruins—something neither of us could handle alone. We helped each other.”

Tribbie’s wings fluttered. “Wait… so Mydei actually worked with someone?” She turned to Phainon. “Are we in an alternate timeline?”

Phainon rubbed his chin in mock seriousness. “Possibly. Either that, or Mydei’s been replaced by an imposter.”

“I hate both of you,” Mydei muttered.

Y/N grinned. “Well, like it or not, we got through it together. And afterward… I suppose we just kept crossing paths.”

Phainon crossed his arms, still in disbelief. “So let me get this straight. You met him in cursed ruins, thought he was some ghostly warrior, teamed up, survived, and then just… decided to be friends?”

Y/N chuckled. “More or less.”

Phainon shook his head. “I don’t know whether to be impressed or concerned.”

Tribbie giggled. “I like her.”

Aglaea nodded, a faint smile on her lips. “A rare occurrence indeed.”

Castorice simply watched, her violet eyes thoughtful.

Mydei sighed heavily. “Are we done interrogating her?”

Phainon smirked. “Oh, not even close.”

As they continued walking, the questions only got worse.

And Mydei, for the first time in a long time, truly wondered if he should’ve just stayed in the ruins.

The interrogation showed no signs of stopping.

Phainon and Tribbie were relentless, firing off question after question like they were uncovering the greatest mystery of their lives.

“So what’s he like when you two are alone? Still all grumpy, or does he secretly have a soft side?” Phainon wiggled his eyebrows.

“Does he have pet names for you?” Tribbie gasped. “Does he have a pet name? Can I call him one?”

“No, you cannot,” Mydei snapped.

Y/N just laughed, amused by their energy. “You two are really curious, huh?”

Phainon threw his hands up. “Of course we are! This is life-changing information! Mydei, our Mydei, has a friend! A real one! It’s unheard of!”

Tribbie fluttered up beside Mydei, nudging him. “You sure she’s not your secret lover?”

Something in Mydei snapped.

“I am done with this,” he growled before grabbing Y/N by the wrist and dragging her away.

Y/N barely had time to react before she found herself being pulled along. She turned her head and waved at the group, still smiling. “Nice meeting you all!”

Phainon and Tribbie were left gaping as Mydei stormed off with her.

Aglaea remained as composed as ever, watching the scene unfold with quiet amusement. “It seems he’s reached his limit.”

Phainon blinked a few times, still processing. “Did he… did he just run away?”

Tribbie gasped. “With a girl?!”

Castorice smirked faintly. “Interesting.”

Phainon groaned, running a hand through his white hair. “This is too much. I need to sit down. Mydei has a friend and he just left us for her. I don’t know how to feel about this.”

Tribbie landed beside him, pouting. “I wanted to hear more.”

Aglaea chuckled softly. “Perhaps another time.”

Meanwhile, as Mydei and Y/N walked further from the group, she glanced up at him, her smile still present. “You didn’t have to drag me away, you know.”

Mydei huffed. “Yes, I did.”

She laughed. “They’re not that bad.”

“They’re insufferable.”

Y/N only smiled. “I think they care about you.”

Mydei scoffed but said nothing.

The teasing would be endless. He knew it.

But at least, for now, he had a moment of peace.

…Hopefully.

[yandere-sins]

Yandere!Mydei caring for a depressed darling

a/n: Tried to do something new with the type of headers I do. Not quite yet close to the aesthetic girlies but I don't hate it! Anyway, I'm now a diagnosed ✨depressed✨ and life's been up and down lately, so I wanted to write for my current comfort character ♥

Characters: Yandere!Mydei(mos) x GN!Reader Warnings: Yandere, Possessiveness, Obsessiveness, Kidnapping, Depression

❥ Mydei likes to return to you doing something. He likes to find you taking a bath (scrambling to get some clothes on when you hear the door unlock) or reading a book (sighing because your reading time is effectively over), stuffing your mouth like an adorable little animal with food, or even wreak havoc if you must (and he gets to put you back in your place). It excites him. It makes taking a rest so much more enjoyable, and he needs to see you thrive in this environment he created for you. Knowing that it's his place that you live in satisfies the homesickness he suppresses, as he can live vicariously through you. Coming home to you asleep—or at least trying to—isn't quite what he has in mind for a greeting.

❥ He's not too pleased to have to wake you up or make you at least acknowledge his presence. But he will, of course, do so however his mood commands him to. Sometimes, he grabs the blanket so you end up rolling out of bed; other times, he spoons you from behind, applying more and more pressure to your body until you react. Or he calls out to you and pokes you until you're finally up. Just this time, everything he does seems to affect you less. Like you don't care. Like you can't care.

❥ When you do finally get up, he immediately notices the changes in you. He can't pinpoint what exactly is wrong. Still, everything from your sluggish demeanor to the faded light in your eyes gives him clues to an unsolvable puzzle. He doesn't like it. Mydei asks you what's going on with you, his repeated questioning getting annoying fast, but your shrugging your shoulders and being dismissive isn't cutting it for him. He will test for a fever and belittle you for not taking care of yourself as you should as he tries to find any wounds that could cause you distress. Clearly, you've been up to no good and probably worn yourself out. Mydei is so obsessed with finding the cause that he can't see the forest for the trees.

❥ Frustrated and angry at you since he doesn't know what is going on with you (this could just be another one of your ways to challenge him), he storms off to take care of his own needs for a little while but eventually does return with your favorite food. Even though Mydei has to get you out of bed again—which he does unapologetically and ruthlessly by picking you up regardless of your state of awareness—he forces you to have a meal with him. He gets even more upset when you barely touch your food. He keeps piling more items on your plate, but you just sit back after a few nibbles, unwilling to consume more. It's grating his nerves, but even more so, it raises a sense of discomfort in him that he never felt with you before. Even when he had to fight you, wrestle you to the ground, and force you to obey his whims, he never felt like this... somewhat... helpless. It's uncomfortable and distressing, and Mydei doesn't want to think of the memories these feelings remind him of.

❥ You, not objecting to being placed on top of him like a weighted blanket for the night, is the final nail in the coffin. You hate it with a passion when he picks you up and moves you like a doll, especially if it initiates more body contact than you feel like having with him or being placed in an awkward position. But you don't even tell him to stop or push your hands into his chest, giving him a reason to wrestle with you for a bit. Instead, your behavior keeps Mydei up all night after he pulled a blanket over you two, and you actually have the audacity to fall asleep on his chest without any complaints, not knowing the agony he's going through. But fine! You want to not interact with him? Well, that gives Mydei the opportunity to do whatever he wants with you.

❥ So, in the morning (later than he usually gets up), he forces you to bathe with him. You do tense up and try to get away from him, but he won't let you. Having your hair washed by Mydei is not a gentle undertaking, as he scrubs the soap against your scalp seemingly without an ounce of care. However, when some tears fall, he at least makes an effort to be more careful with the rest of your body. You'll be surprised to witness how he is still able to learn from his mistakes despite forcing you into this relationship with him. But even if it isn't how he's used to doing things, he tries—for you. The same goes for brushing your teeth (he'll use his tools for you unless you do it yourself), combing your hair (washing was enough torture, although he's reaching for the comb almost too quickly for you to decide if you can manage it yourself or not), and putting fresh clothes on (which takes a lot of time as he ponders what you should wear that day).

❥ Mydei's special care doesn't stop there as you are getting carried or dragged around all day by him—no matter where, except for the place you had been forced to call your "home". Into meetings with the other Chrysos Heirs (which everyone is very surprised by since Mydei never allows them to visit you and keeps you all to himself usually), onto the training grounds (where he was nice enough to bring your book along in case you were bored, but he ended up checking up so much on you that his training was cut short), and to restaurants three times that day, so he could make sure you were eating right. You've never actually got to hang out so much with him outside his place, and he had never shown any interest in you learning about his daily routine, either. So, although you can't appreciate the change as much in your current state, you do enjoy being outside and doing something (even if it isn't what you want to do).

❥ Even though he kept his eyes on you all day, your lack of trying to complain to someone about Mydei's treatment concerns him. Usually, you'd try to tell everyone your tale of being forced into a relationship with him the few times he took you outside, always causing a scene with him in the streets. But you seem to lack the energy for it. For anything, really. You're still barely eating and even allow him to reach for and take your hand at any given moment, which he enjoys but is only half as rewarding as when he has to fight for the right. You even stopped struggling whenever he picked you up, instead slumping over and resting in his hold. And you sigh a lot, reaching up sometimes to wipe away tears that threaten to fall. If he wasn't concerned the day before, he definitely is now.

❥ It can't be helped, Mydei doesn't know what to do. So, despite grumbling about how he can't believe all this, he takes you to a spot no one can see you two in. Somewhere, the sun will shine down on you despite it being evening, and he sets you down between his legs, leaning you against his chest before resting back against a wall, too, soaking in the sunlight. It doesn't take too long until the silence gets to you, emotions swelling inside you until they burst out in tiny sniffles. By the time you are turned into a sobbing mess, Mydei is hugging you tightly against his chest, letting your tears run down his skin. He's neither hushing nor reprimanding you, rubbing your back calmly instead and letting you cling to him even if your nails dig into his flesh. The part that suppresses all of the uncomfortable feelings inside of him locking them away and burying them deeper every time they act up, doesn't understand what is happening. Mydei put them away to keep himself clear-headed and fighting at all times. But the other part—the one ruled by his heart that loves you so very much—feels for you, wishing he could just take care of whoever and whatever made you feel this way. He longs to have your feisty, adorable self back and wishes he could prove to you how capable he is in protecting you. Still, instinctively, he knows that it wouldn't be this easy.

❥ Mydei is not admitting to being part of the problem. He's not allowing anyone, not even you, to tell him that. But he will be the one to help you fix whatever issue you're having. You will follow his routine, and he will adjust it so you think of anything other than the thoughts in your head that torment you. If he can provide you with a new experience, he will. If buying you a hundred new books, he will. Ice cream for breakfast? Just say the words. He'll stay behind from some missions, no matter how hard he itches for the fights, just so you aren't as lonely. He'll do anything—anything—so he doesn't have to come back to find you this way again. So that he doesn't encounter this condition that he doesn't know how to fix. A condition no one taught him how to take care of and which he doesn't acknowledge in himself.

❥ Despite not getting any softer than this, Mydei does show you a tremendous amount of care the next few days. He drags you to many more outings, but there are also a lot of planned rests in between. You get to meet the others, and sometimes, he sees your smile return, however short-lived it is. Mydei goes out of his way to make you happy, never saying it out loud but showing through actions that he cares. He lets you roam the market by his side or even allows you to hold a weapon once or twice (under his strict supervision) when you show interest in it. He does stop you the few times you try to tell someone what is going on because losing you isn't an option, even if you seem to think it is. There is no way he'd ever let you go... but he does want you to feel better again. Having you wither away had never been the plan, although he reflects that sometimes it could have looked that way to you. He's not going to change his ways in the future, but he will provide you with what you need as long as he can give it to you.

❥ But the first time you get upset at him again, his heart makes a massive leap in his chest, trying to burst out. Mydei wants to rip it out from beneath his rips so he can throw the stupid thing at you, hoping you'll finally realize how bad his feelings are for you. Just having a glimpse of the you, he loves, back is enough to satisfy the ache that had risen over the time he had to watch you live in your depressive state. And sometimes, when you two fight, he even lets you win now. Mydei can spare a night not smothering you beneath him as he falls asleep spread on top of you. Letting you push him off and wearing the very temporary bruises like marks of endearment on his skin. His love becomes increasingly undiluted, especially when you show him the fire returning to your eyes. Your tongue, too, tastes better once it's sharp again and he has a reason to shut you up. Even though he carried you around for a while, seeing your body move around on its own is like a mesmerizing dance that he watches with rapture, and it raises his appetite for you like never before.

And you will never know how much effort he puts into keeping it this way for the rest of your time together.

[aventurineswife]

Any thoughts on Mydei and Phainon poly relationship headcanons?

PhaiDei Poly Relationship HCs

Tags: Phainon x Reader x Mydei, Polyamory, Mutual Respect, Teasing/Flirting, Supportive Relationships, Combat Training Bonding, Gentle Affection, Character Growth, Emotional Vulnerability.

Warnings: Slightly suggestive themes, Mild violence (due to combat focus), Intense emotions (especially related to Mydei’s fiery temperament and Phainon’s duty), Potential emotional turmoil (due to the characters’ pasts and conflicts).

A/N: might be bit ooc so sorry for that ☹️🙏

Phainon is a naturally honorable and considerate individual, often thinking of others first. In a poly relationship with Mydei and you, he would be the grounding force, always making sure that everyone feels heard and valued. His leadership skills would shine in keeping harmony between the three of you, offering unwavering support to both Mydei and you.

Mydei, with his fierce temper and hunger for vengeance, may seem like the wild card in the relationship. However, when not in combat, he has a softer side that craves understanding and trust. You would be the one who helps him manage his emotions, while Phainon could offer wisdom and patience in moments when Mydei feels conflicted.

The relationship would balance strength and care, as Phainon and Mydei would both respect each other's skills but in different ways. Phainon’s refined elegance would counter Mydei’s raw intensity, and you could be the bridge, embodying traits of both diplomacy and passion to balance out any tensions between the two.

As warriors united by duty and fate, the three of you could often train together, sparring with each other to push your limits. These training sessions would be a blend of fierce competitiveness and playful teasing, with Phainon trying to keep the mood light while Mydei pushes for victory. You might enjoy the challenge, adding a competitive edge that fuels the trio’s camaraderie.

Each of you shares a deep respect for the others’ combat prowess and life experiences. You all understand the value of each other’s strength, whether in battle or in overcoming your respective burdens. This respect would foster a strong, intimate connection, where each one knows how to lean on the others without feeling overwhelmed.

Phainon, with his gentle nature, might be the one who expresses affection in softer, more tender moments. Meanwhile, Mydei’s affection would come with a more intense, passionate energy—often seen in private moments. You could find yourself the recipient of both forms of affection, feeling cherished by both warriors, each in their own way.

As the trio grows closer, there would definitely be moments of teasing—Phainon might gently flirt with you, while Mydei challenges him with bold remarks, sparking a playful rivalry. The banter between the three of you would be filled with cheeky moments of affection, leading to a dynamic that is both lighthearted and full of tension.

Despite your differences, there would be a deep, unspoken bond between the three of you. Mydei’s need for vengeance and Phainon’s calm demeanor might seem to conflict, but through shared experiences and mutual understanding, you would form a connection that doesn’t require words. Your quiet moments together—whether in battle or during your downtime—would speak volumes.

As the relationship deepens, there would be an undeniable chemistry between the three of you, with passionate nights fueled by the shared journey you undertake. Phainon’s refined touch would meet Mydei’s fiery passion, with you being the center of this dynamic—a thrilling combination of tenderness and intensity. There might be moments when all three of you share a quiet, heated glance, knowing that the tension between you will soon unravel in your private moments.

They ain't even out properly and people are already making plenty of fics and reqs about them 😭🙏

[vortexbloom]

Phainon & Mydei as your Husbands (Headcanons)

Pairing: Phainon x Female Reader x Mydei

Fandom: HSR (Honkai Star Rail)

Warnings: None

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୨ৎ 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.

୨ৎ While Mydei might be more intense, Phainon remains calm and reassuring, the kind of partner who grounds the relationship and ensures stability.

୨ৎ 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.

୨ৎ If Mydei is in a passionate, possessive mood, Phainon will simply smirk and let him have his moment.

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୨ৎ 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.

୨ৎ 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.

୨ৎ 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.

୨ৎ 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."

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୨ৎ 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.

୨ৎ 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.

୨ৎ 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.

୨ৎ 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.

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[yurinaa-world]

"𝔀𝓮'𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓸𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻!"

💫𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Phainon x Gender-Neutral reader

💫𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: he challenges you to see who can last longer in a super hot bath—only to find himself losing to you

💫𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff, & Spelling Mistakes

💫𝒫𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓃𝑜𝓃 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑜 𝑜𝒻 𝒜𝓂𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓊𝓈"

He might’ve regretted saying that now. He can handle every challenge, every time he asks Mydei, he sometimes wins—it’s a challenge that needs to keep on going! but…with you, the water might cook him alive. Since you insist on going, he can’t back down from a challenge—even though his pearl-like skin now looks sunburned.

“You can give up, phainon, seriously, you look like you're about to be cooked alive.” You earnestly and slightly cocky, you were going to beat phainon at the game he suggested.

 “I’m perfectly fine, don’t worry about me at all.” 

He can’t give up yet; he’s competitive! especially when you have him struggling. He thought he could be nice and let you win (which he does sometimes to see you happy), but right now, you're absolutely violating him.

Phainon wipes the water from his face, his usual composed expression cracking just slightly as he playfully glares at you through damp lashes. “Oh?” You tilt your head, the corners of your lips twitching upward. “Then why do you look like you’re about to collapse?”

“I don’t,” he insists, even as his legs feel like it's about to give out.

“You can always give up,” you remind him sweetly. “No shame in admitting you can’t handle it.”

Phainon inhales sharply through his nose. The challenge in your voice, the smugness of your expression—he can’t let you win. He just can’t.

Even if he has to suffer through this ridiculous, borderline hellish endurance match, he will not lose to you.

“…I can handle it,” he says, forcing himself to straighten despite the dizziness creeping in.

“Try not to pass out, I doubt you want to lose your dignity to me when your knocked out.”

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[heliosunny]

Yandere!Mydei x Reader

You were a mystery Mydei could not ignore. As the Crown Prince of Kremnos and a warrior of Okhema, Mydei commanded respect and loyalty wherever he went. Yet, when it came to you—a mere wanderer with a perpetually cold and distant demeanor—he found himself obsessed. You didn’t bow, didn’t fawn, and hardly even looked his way. It drove him mad.

The first time you crossed paths, it was at the ruins of Kremnos. You were walking alone, unbothered by the biting wind that tore through the desolate landscape. Mydeimos was immediately intrigued by your resilience, by the way you carried yourself with such aloof confidence.

“You” he had said, his voice calm but commanding as he blocked your path with his spear. “What business do you have in my domain?”

Your gaze barely flickered to him before you replied “Passing through. Nothing more.” The disinterest in your tone should have offended him, but it only deepened his obsession.

From then on, Mydei watched from the shadows to observe you even closer. As the warrior of Okhema, he had the perfect excuse to remain near you—offering “protection” while silently reveling in the way you rejected his presence again and again.

“Why do you keep pushing me away?” Mydei asked one evening, his voice deceptively soft. He stood behind you, the sunset casting an eerie glow on his armor. “I have given you my time, my resources… all I ask is for you to acknowledge me.”

You didn’t turn around. “I don’t need your protection, nor your attention. Find someone else to fawn over.”

His jaw tightened at your words, but his smile remained unnervingly calm. “You say that now” he whispered, stepping closer, “but one day, you’ll understand that no one will ever care for you the way I do.”

His voice sent a shiver down your spine, though you refused to show any reaction. You knew better than to let him think he had any power over you. But Mydei’s eyes gleamed with a dangerous determination, as if your rejection only made his obsession grow stronger.

To him, your indifference was a challenge—a puzzle he was destined to solve. And no matter how far you ran, he would find you. Mydei wasn’t just the Crown Prince or the warrior of Okhema. He was your shadow, your captor, and the one person who would stop at nothing to claim your heart—whether you wanted him to or not.

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

𓂃 𓈒𓏸‪‪ .༯ RUINED BY WAR ?! 🐋

𓂃 ࣪⋆˚ ༘ Paring : God of war Mydei x Goddess of Peace fem!reader

𓂃 ࣪⋆˚ ༘ Warnings : nsfw/smut, vaginal, c*m play, holding orgasm, semi-public s*x, hair pulling, cow-girl, multiple (three) rounds, dark content?, implied dubcon, size kink. mydei is a huge perv here. [GOD OF WAR SERIES] ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

𓂃 ࣪⋆˚ ༘ synopsis : In a world divided between war and peace, you, the Goddess of Peace, find yourself drawn to the one being who defies everything you stand for—Mydei, the ruthless God of War. His touch is rough, his presence overwhelming, and yet, when you're in his grasp, resistance crumbles like ruins beneath a battlefield. He should be your greatest enemy, but in the dark, when his hands claim you. And as he takes you, possessive, unrelenting, you realize that even peace was meant to surrender.

𓂃 ࣪⋆˚ ༘ note : very quick fic also not proof-read & lazy writing. also mydei calls u “mine”. I HAD THIS IN MY DRAFTS FOR AGES, I was too scared to post it.

In a realm where war and peace existed in a fragile balance, you were revered as the Goddess of Peace, a beacon of serenity in a world rife with conflict. Yet, despite your divine status, you felt an undeniable pull toward the one being who represented everything you opposed—the ruthless God of War, Mydei. His very presence ignited a tempest within you, a clash of desires that threatened to unravel the peace you fought so hard to maintain.

Tonight, under the glow of the moonlight, you found yourself in the ruins of an ancient temple, the remnants of a battlefield surrounding you. Mydei awaited you there, a powerful figure shrouded in shadows. His golden armor gleamed ominously, framing his muscular physique. As you approached, your heart raced, anticipation flooding your senses.

It was a dangerous pull, an attraction you had no business entertaining—but that only made it more irresistible. You should have fought it, should have turned away, but the thrill of being hunted, of knowing you were just one misstep away from falling into his hands, set your pulse racing. Every time your paths crossed, the air crackled with tension, heavy with something unspoken yet undeniable. And when he finally caught you—fingers twisting into your hair, yanking you closer—resistance melted into something far sweeter than surrender.

“Look who graced me with her presence,” he purred, a wicked grin curling at the corners of his lips. “The Goddess of Peace, all alone. Have you come to plead for mercy, or perhaps to indulge in a more… thrilling escapade?”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms defiantly. “I’m not here to beg, Mydei. You’re not the only one who enjoys a little chaos now and then.” Your tone was bratty, a challenge thrown at his feet, and you could see the flicker of excitement in his eyes.

“Oh, is that so?” His smirk widened, and he stepped closer, closing the distance between you. “Perhaps I should teach you a lesson about what happens when you provoke a god.”

Before you could respond, Mydei’s hands shot out, grasping your waist and pulling you against him. His touch was rough, igniting a fire within you. “You think you can handle what I have to offer?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous, sending shivers down your spine.

“Maybe I can handle you better than you think,” you shot back, the bravado in your voice masking the thrill of—fear that coursed through you. You reveled in the challenge, knowing it only fueled his desire.

With a swift movement, he spun you around, pinning you against the cool stone wall of the temple. The sudden shift made your breath hitch, and you gasped as he captured your wrists above your head, his strength overwhelming. “You’re going to learn that I always get what I want,” he hissed, leaning closer to graze his lips against your neck.

His kisses sent electricity coursing through your body, and your heart raced with exhilaration and danger. “You don’t own me,” you protested, but the defiance in your words was half-hearted. The way his body pressed against yours, the heat radiating from him, made it hard to maintain your composure.

“Ah, but I do,” he replied, his grip tightening in your hair, tilting your head back to expose your throat. “You’ve always been drawn to danger, haven’t you? Let’s see how well you can handle this.”

With that, he pushed his hips against yours, and you could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against you, a promise of the raw pleasure that awaited. A thrill of excitement shot through you, and you bit your lip, suppressing a moan.

“Show me what you’ve got, War God,” you taunted, challenging him as you ground your hips against him. “I can take it.”

Mydei’s eyes darkened with lust, and he growled low in his throat. “You’re a brat,” he said, shaking his head with a hint of amusement. “I’ll enjoy breaking you.”

With a swift motion, he lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he thrust into you, filling you completely. The sensation was overwhelming—your moans echoed in the temple, mingling with the sounds of the night. “That’s it, Goddess. Let go,” he urged, his voice a gravelly whisper as he claimed you.

You felt every inch of him sliding deep inside, stretching you deliciously, and you gasped, arching your back against the stone. “More, Mydei,” you breathed, relishing the dominance he exerted over you. “I want all of you.”

“Such a greedy little thing,” he mused, his thrusts becoming harder, each one sending shockwaves through your body. His hands roamed your curves, fingers digging into your hips as he took control, but you wouldn’t let him have all the power. You arched your back, grinding against him, trying to take the lead.

“Do you really think you can handle this?” he challenged, thrusting deeper, making you gasp. “You’re just a sweet little Goddess, but I’m a god of war. You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“Maybe I like danger,” you replied, your voice dripping with mischief. “Maybe I want to see how far you’ll go.”

He responded with a harsh thrust that had you gasping, your walls tightening around him as pleasure surged. “You’re going to regret this,” he warned, but you could see the glint of excitement in his eyes.

As he picked up the pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, and you moaned louder, feeling the tension coiling in your core. “Please, don’t stop!” you begged, wanting him to push you to the edge, to shatter the peace you’d fought to uphold.

“Not yet,” he replied, his voice low and possessive. “I want to see you lose control. I want to see you begging for release.”

With each powerful thrust, he drove you closer to the brink, a mix of pleasure and pain coursing through your veins. His hands were everywhere, gripping your thighs, pulling your hair, leaving you breathless and wanting more. “You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“Then take me,” you urged, your body writhing against his as you chased your climax. “M—Make me yours.”

Mydei’s growl echoed through the temple, primal and raw, as he pushed you over the edge, sending you spiraling into ecstasy. “That’s it, come for me,” he commanded, and you obeyed, waves of pleasure crashing over you as your body convulsed around him.

As you rode the waves of your orgasm, your body trembling with the intensity, Mydei followed suit. With a deep groan, he filled you completely, his body pressed against yours as he marked you as his own. His grip on you tightened possessively, pulling you closer as he buried his cock deep inside of your pussy, claiming you with every thrust. “You belong to me,” he breathed, voice rough and filled with a dark, consuming passion. His hands moved with a newfound urgency, holding you in place as he drove deeper, making sure you felt every inch of him, every part of his claim over you.

Breathing heavily, you both collapsed against the wall, panting in the aftermath of your passion. You felt a rush of exhilaration and vulnerability, your heart racing in the wake of what you had just shared.

“Even the Goddess of Peace can’t resist the pull of chaos,” Mydei murmured, his hands gently stroking your hair. “Next time, I’ll make you beg even harder.”

You smirked, meeting his gaze with defiance. “Bring it on, War God. I can handle whatever you throw at me.”

As the moon hung high in the night sky, the aftermath of your first union left you breathless, your body still trembling from the pleasure that had consumed you. Mydei’s powerful frame pressed against you, his body still radiating heat, a constant reminder of how thoroughly he had claimed you. The feel of his cock still buried deep inside your pussy had you on the edge, each pulse sending waves of raw pleasure through you. Even as you caught your breath, the familiar stirrings of desire began to rise again, an undeniable heat igniting deep within your core, hungry for more of him.

“Do you think you can handle more, Goddess?” Mydei challenged, his voice a low growl as he caught your gaze, a wicked glint dancing in his eyes. “Because I’m far from done with you.”

You smirked, that familiar defiance bubbling to the surface. “I can take anything you throw at me, Mydei. Show me what you’ve got.”

With a swift, dominating motion, he grasped your waist again, lifting you effortlessly. You wrapped your legs around him, craving the feel of him inside you once more. This time, there was no gentleness in his approach—he slammed you back against the wall, the stone cold and unforgiving, contrasting with the heat building between your bodies.

“Hold on tight,” he growled, the promise of what was to come sending shivers down your spine. Without warning, he plunged into you again, and the force of his thrusts sent waves of pleasure radiating through your body. Your clit brushed against him with every powerful stroke, igniting a fire that threatened to consume you.

“Gods, you’re so tight,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. “You feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

“Is that all you’ve got?” you taunted, your voice dripping with challenge as you pushed back against him, desperate for more. You reveled in the way he filled you, stretching you beyond what you thought possible.

Mydei’s eyes darkened with lust, a primal hunger overtaking him. “You’re going to regret that,” he growled, picking up the pace, his thrusts becoming more ferocious. Each movement sent sparks of pleasure shooting through you, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the temple as you both lost yourselves in the moment.

His hands gripped your thighs, roughly pushing them apart further, giving him deeper access. You could feel every inch of him, the head of his cock brushing against your sensitive walls, each movement drawing out moans from your lips. Your cheeks flushed a rosy pink, your doe eyes wide with need and submission, gazing up at him as you surrendered to the overwhelming sensations. Every thrust sent another wave of pleasure coursing through you, your body trembling beneath him, unable to escape the depths of desire he had awakened inside you.

“Do you like that, Goddess?” he asked, a smirk on his lips. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“More, Mydei! I need more!” you gasped, the pleasure building with each savage thrust, your body responding eagerly to his dominance. You could feel your clit pulsing, desperate for attention, a constant throb that only intensified with every motion. You began to roll your hips against him, grinding harder, seeking that sweet friction that would push you over the edge again. Your breath came in ragged gasps, eyes wild with need as you begged for more, willing to do anything to feel that release tearing through you once again.

“Such a needy little thing,” he teased, pulling back slightly before slamming into you again, harder this time. The impact made your body quiver, a rush of pleasure flooding you as he found that sweet spot deep inside. “You want to come again, don’t you?”

“Y—Yes! Please!” you cried out, feeling your body tighten around him. You wanted everything he had to offer, wanted to feel him claim you again. “D—Don’t stop! Just like that!”

Mydei's grip on your thighs tightened as he plunged into you, the sound of your bodies joining filling the air. The sheer intensity of his thrusts left you breathless, the way he filled you was a perfect blend of pleasure and pain. He was relentless, driving you higher, pushing you toward that precipice once more.

“God, you’re beautiful when you’re desperate,” he growled, his eyes locked on your bouncing tits, your body reacting to every thrust. “I could watch you like this forever.”

You felt yourself getting closer, the coil of pleasure tightening with each stroke. “I’m so close, M—Mydei! Please!”

He responded with a fierce thrust, the sensation sending you spiraling. “Come for me, Goddess. Let me see you lose control.”

With a cry of ecstasy, you surrendered completely, the pleasure crashing over you in a tidal wave. Your body quaked around him as your orgasm surged through every nerve, the sound of your moans echoing in the temple as you clung to him, desperate for release.

Mydei followed you, the sight of your climax pushing him over the edge as he filled you again, his cock throbbing inside you, warmth flooding you completely. “Fuck, yes,” he groaned, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You’re mine.”

As you both came down from the high, gasping for breath, Mydei still held you tightly against him, his cock softening but still buried deep inside you. The warmth and closeness made you feel alive, electric, a mix of dominance and vulnerability swirling around you.

“Round two, and you still managed to surprise me,” he said, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. “But I’m not done yet. You wanted chaos, and I’m going to give it to you.”

Your heart raced at the promise in his words, knowing this night was far from over. You couldn’t wait to see just how deep he could take you, and you were more than ready to surrender to it.

The air was thick with the remnants of your shared ecstasy, your bodies still entwined as you caught your breath. The moonlight poured in through the crumbling stones of the ancient temple, illuminating the raw hunger in Mydei's eyes. He wasn’t done with you yet, and the thought sent a fresh thrill of anticipation through your veins.

“You still think you can handle me?” he asked, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he pulled back, his cock slipping from your warmth. The absence of him left you aching, a void that yearned to be filled again.

“Please, Mydei. I can take whatever you have for me,” you replied, your voice sultry and teasing, the bratty edge returning. You could feel the power shift in the air, the tension palpable as you dared him to push your limits.

“Good,” he growled, grabbing your thighs and hoisting you up, your back pressed against the cool stone. “Because I’m going to make you beg for it this time.”

He positioned you so that your legs were wrapped around his waist, and with one swift motion, he plunged back inside, filling you to the hilt. You gasped, the sensation igniting your senses all over again. “That’s it, Goddess,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. “You’re going to take every inch of me.”

“Fuck, Mydei!” you moaned, your nails digging into his shoulders as he began to thrust. Each movement was deliberate, powerful, designed to push you to the edge of pleasure and back. He was relentless, driving deeper, his cock brushing against all the right spots, coaxing you closer and closer to bliss.

“Tell me how much you want it,” he commanded, his breath hot against your skin. “Beg for it.”

“I—I want it so bad,” you panted, urgency lacing your words. “I need you, God of war. Please, don’t hold back. I want to feel you everywhere.”

The title sent a spark of approval through his gaze, and he responded by increasing the pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the temple. “That’s my good girl,” he praised, each thrust punctuated with the weight of his dominance. “You’re going to be mine tonight, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mydei! I’m yours! Use me!” you cried, your body arching against him, craving more of his raw, possessive energy. You felt that familiar pressure building in your core, the sweet, impending release beckoning you.

“Good girl,” he whispered, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Now let’s see how well you can take it.” With renewed vigor, he thrust into you harder, pushing you against the stone, every thrust sending shocks of pleasure coursing through you.

“Please, let me come!” you begged, your body quivering with need. “I want to feel you fill me!”

“Not yet,” he growled, his grip tightening on your thighs as he shifted his angle, hitting that perfect spot deep inside you. “I want to see you desperate for it. I want to see you beg for my cum.”

You could feel the tension in your body reaching its peak, the heat pooling in your core, and you desperately sought that release. “Please, Mydei! I need your cum! I want it inside me!”

“Such a needy little goddess,” he teased, a wicked smile spreading across his face. “Fine, but only if you can take it.”

With that, he thrust harder, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. The pleasure built like a raging storm, and you could barely hold on, your body begging for the release you craved.

“Now, come for me!” Mydei commanded, his voice dark and demanding, sending a shiver down your spine. With one final, brutal thrust, he drove deep inside you, pushing you over the edge. Your body erupted in a tidal wave of pleasure, the intense sensation crashing over you like a wave, drowning you in pure ecstasy. Your pussy clenched around him, your back arching as your orgasm tore through you, shaking you to your core. You cried out, gasping for air, completely consumed by the pleasure he had given you, unable to stop the flood of sensations that flooded your body.

“Fuck! Yes!” you screamed, the pleasure washing over you as you felt his warmth spill inside you, filling you completely.

“Good girl,” he groaned, his thrusts slowing as he filled you, claiming you entirely. The sensations mingled—his heat, the remnants of your orgasm, and the thrill of being utterly at his mercy.

You both collapsed against the stone, panting for breath, bodies entwined as the moonlight wrapped around you like a warm blanket.

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[talia-black]

Mydei x Childe!Reader

The shockingly lack of Mydei x reader so far has driven me from my writing hibernation.

Mostly SFW but there is descriptions of kissing and mentions of a night together.

The vision is if Mydei has a partner like Childe from Genshin Impact (battle-hungry, reckless, but fiercely loyal). Just think this meme.

To start, Mydei is the epitome of a grumpy cat. He never smiles, fiercely rejects any kind of affection from anyone, and heaven forbid you try to touch him. You might lost a limb or two

However, like all grumpy cats, Mydei has a human. One human who he will occasionally tolerate, and if the stars align, allow affection to be administered onto him. He still never smiles though (not where anyone could see him at least)

Now, many would think this human would be some kind of bubbly, innocent presence that gives Mydei refuge from all of the blood and violence in his life. I disagree.

Mydei’s partner lives by motto “Life is too short to not have a good time”

They were the first at the scene of any battle, first to draw blood, and last to leave the battlefield. Many of the soldiers gave them a wide berth, as often they cannot see the difference between ally and enemy when the heat of war distorts their vision.

Even outside of battle they were erratic. Bouncing from one foot to the other at all times, throwing knife after knife into the walls of the Holy City as if they were aiming for someone’s heart, and spoke of killing and conflict like a reputation dripping in enough blood to fill the River Styx was something to aspire to acquire.

The rest of the Chrysos Heirs (mainly Phainon) were shocked to see such a hyperactive and perpetually maniac person always trailing behind the stoic and reserved Mydei.

But any doubts were silenced when they saw them tear one of Nikador’s soldiers in half with their bare hands.

They were another resident of Castrum Kremnos, and while they might not be a Chrysos Heir, they bear their own unique curse. Priests had named them the “Blood-Drunk Sword” at their birth, claiming they were cursed by Nikador to suffer endless bloodlust and would never be able to find satisfaction outside of the battlefield. They could not feel physical pain, and rarely could they focus on anything other than the next fight.

Even still, they still supported Mydei’s campaign against his father. This lead to the two growing close as they were the only one of his soldiers brave enough to challenge him to a spar.

These spars would become the foundation of their relationship. Very few people in Amphoreus could keep up with Mydei, and fewer still were tolerable enough to be worth asking. But secretly Mydei relished in how fun they were fight. They were always trying new weapons, new tactics, even choosing to fight him at a disadvantage simple because they enjoyed the thrill.

While Mydei never officially gave them any kind of official title, his soldiers consider them his second-in command. Any command from them might as well have come from Mydei himself, and should be treated with the same level of respect

They were also quick to rope Mydei into competitions with Phainon, seeing who could behead the most enemies, find the best weapon on the battlefield, etc.

But unlike Phainon, Mydei got a certain thrill out of seeing them soaked in blood. Perched on top of a literal mountain of corpses with an unabashed, feral look in their eyes.

After this happens a couple of times, and Mydei’s desire overrides his sense of propriety and respect for his comrade, he kisses them the second the battle is over.

High on blood and adrenaline, he kissed them with the same force he swung his blade. And just as his partner always met him blow for blow when sparring, they were no less shy in this regard. Nails dug into fresh wounds, teeth tore into lips, and half-snarls were common when either participant had to break their connection for air. An observer might think the two warriors were trying to tear each other apart.

That observer was Phainon. He couldn’t look either of them in the eye for a month after they scared his psyche.

After that violent first kiss (and a night where both parties woke up with twice the amount of injuries as they had the night previously) their relationship settled. For the most part.

Mydei’s lap was now their personal chair. If Mydei was sitting, they were lounging on his thick thighs. Most likely being fed grapes and pomegranate juice by his hand.

Mydei also always had a hand somewhere on them. He now consider their waist and lower back his personal property. Anyone who touched them who wasn’t a healer, even by accident, would be subjected to a death glare that would make even Nikador wither away. And Titans protect anyone that would try and flirt with them. They might find their skulls repurposed as his juice chalice.

As for his partner, they find themselves surprisingly content with the arrangement. For the first time in their lives, they’ve found something that can quiet the raging urge to kill that permeated every waking moment they weren’t fighting.

Mydei’s strong hold stilled their mind, leaving unparalleled content whenever they were cuddled together in their bed or standing side-by-side on the battlefield.

Because they still did that. They had long since vowed to aid Mydei on whatever conquest he pursued, and carving through foe after foe still quenched a sweet thirst that Mydei only slackened.

Still, surely when the Flame-Chase journey came to an end and Mydei was released from his agreement with the other Chrysos Heirs, they would be able to find some kind of peace. Right?

[hazymoonlinh]

for when your feeling up to writing friend! how about a phainon x mc x mydei. mc is from penacony and is a famous dancer and brings up that a dancing competition is coming up which catches phainon attention and somehow this triggers a full blown competition from the two who want to be her partner,she is known to be flamboyant and cheerfully upbeat. hope you enjoy this idea!

Yo yo yo….

I’m back (maybe lol)

I’m lazy, also I’m crying bcs of Mydei for the whole week now…

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“Dancing with Lions and Suns”

Phainon x Reader x Mydei

(Tbh it’s just a drabble to test it out.)

The golden lights of Amphoreus shimmered like endless stars, reflecting off the polished marble floors of the grand ballroom. The air was thick with music, laughter, and the intoxicating scent of celebration.

Standing at the center of it all, you flourished your hand with dramatic flair, a confident grin lighting up your face.

“I am honored to be here, friends. And thank you for letting attend your wonderful event.

The annual Celestial Waltz Competition is happening next week. And obviously, I’m going to compete. The question is… who will be my partner?”

A moment of silence. Then—

“I will.” Phainon’s voice was warm, steady, and confident, like a hero proclaiming his vow. His sun-marked eyes gleamed with excitement. “You’re the best dancer I’ve ever seen. It’d be an honor.”

A scoff cut through the air, sharp as crystal shards. “Tch. And who says she’s choosing you?”

Mydei leaned lazily against a pillar, arms crossed, the flickering candlelight painting his tattoos in molten gold. His lion-like gaze locked onto you, unwavering. “If anyone’s going to dance with her, it should be me.”

You blinked, caught between the two imposing figures—Phainon, the radiant hero, and Mydei, the fiery warrior. Both equally intense. Both equally determined.

And, judging by the tension crackling between them, this was about to spiral out of control.

Phainon laughed, running a hand through his white hair. “Oh? You dance, Mydei?”

“I can learn.” His smirk was razor-sharp. “And I never lose.”

“Good. Because I don’t intend to lose either.”

You clapped your hands together. “Ohhh, this is getting interesting!”

Phainon turned to you with his usual playful charm. “Well, since you started this, you’ll have to settle it. Who’s it gonna be, sunshine?”

Mydei arched an eyebrow. “Yeah. Pick.”

You tapped your chin, looking between them—one burning bright like the sun, the other fierce as a roaring flame.

A slow, mischievous smile crept onto your lips.

“…Why not a dance-off?”

The challenge had been issued.

And now, the grand ballroom would bear witness to a battle of light versus fire—with you as the ultimate prize.

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To be continued…?

Would you like a full fic expanding on the dance-off and the tension between them?

[thecaptainofcosmichorrors]

Hello Mr. Captain Cosmic

If you would be so kind to take my offering for a HSR Amphoreous Men (Anaxa, Mydei, and Phainon) x male reader, I would be delighted.

My idea was that the Amphoreous Men to be teaching male reader how to shave with a blade razor. If you don't do scenarios for multiple characters, just Phainon is fine.

[What a delightful little request and you speak so kindly to me as well, I suppose I can make that happen thezboss. (Also, thank you so much for being my first specifically male reader ask)]

Anaxagora

Anaxagoras watched you for a while—not that he wants you to cause yourself harm, it’s just… since you’re just so insistent on failing miserably; he might as well take this as a learning opportunity. Your refusal to ask for help surely means that his assistance is not needed, perhaps you had a special interest in nicking yourself—cleaning the newly formed drops of crimson of your face may be just another weird “quirk” of yours. Who is Anaxagoras to stop you?

Though eventually, you became sick of your crappy shave jobs; practically begging him for help.

…

You had grown far too used to the sensation cutting your skin to really flinch; at least that’s what you told yourself, still didn’t mean the feeling was pleasant—especially when you had to clean em afterwards, it hurt like hell. Eventually, you relented as you struggled quietly; unbeknown to you, your boyfriend saw your… sorry situation on his way in.

“Oh? I take it you started up your weird fascination with cutting yourself again.” His brow arched, taking in your expression. You were not pleased. “Hello to you too, dear.” Putting down the blade, you reached for some tissue; disgruntled.

Though Anaxagoras didn’t seem phased by your snippy response, moving closer to grab your cheek; examining your face just before you could put a newly ripped piece on it. “Not terribly deep,” he hummed. “though what you have chosen to remedy it...” With that, Anaxa let go of your face to dig into your shared medicine cabinet—pulling out a small square of cotton and some disinfectant. Before you knew it, the spot was meant with disinfectant and your gratitude was muddled by the slight sound of discomfort that unwillingly left your lips.

“I suppose since this is so challenging for you, that I can be of assistance.” That wasn’t a request, that much you were sure—but with a little options, you only sighed before nodding. Though your sudden moving was rewarded with more pressure on the newly opened spot, how sweet.

Soon though, his hands rested on top of yours with a surprising gentleness; guiding you along. When your angle was off, Anaxagoras stopped to explain how and why that normally would result in another cut—not that he would let that happen now that he was teaching you. When you two had finally finished, you put down the blade to properly thank your hero.

Yeah Anaxagoras had half the mind to gag at that foolish look of yours, but perhaps… it wasn’t all that bad. Anaxa sighed, “resigning” himself to accepting your praise. “I couldn’t allow you to walk around, face all tatted up. Don’t get comfortable with this arrangement, though.” He claimed, though he would likely be at your beckoning call when asked—so maybe he was softer than he would admit.

Phainon

Bold of you to assume he’s going to let you cut yourself; definitely believe Phainon will do it for you. He’ll say that he’s teaching you by letting you watch what he’s doing, but if you’re not a particularly visual learner? What a shame, because he isn’t fond of the notion of you getting nipped.

Failing is apart of learning, but the faces you make when you cut yourself brings Phainon more distress than he’ll ever vocalize; and if he can prevent you from feeling even the slightest of pain, Phainon will do it in a heartbeat.

“I could do it myself.” You once again groaned, though your white hair lover didn’t hear a lick of it; Phainon was insistent that he needed to make sure the love of his life wasn’t hurt, besides—he was teaching you. Clearly you would just needed to watch and learn! You knew better than to believe that.

“Hey now! I just wanted to help…” For a moment, you couldn’t tell if you should apologize or wait out his antics… you may have a soft spot for him. “Tell you what, I’ll teach you by showing you!”

And, there it was. Despite the eye roll, you begrudgingly stood still as Phainon gets himself into position; settling himself behind you. It was nice, though you would never outwardly admit that—you relaxed in his hold, one of his arms comfortably wrapped around your waist while the other took up the blade.

Occasionally Phainon will pause, if he notices that you’re not truly learning—rather just looking at him, he’ll tease you relentlessly.

Now, If you’re genuinely invested in learning; asking questions as he goes? He’ll smile before explaining, only when you push him to actually teach will he starts explaining. A telltale sign of his true intent with this, and yet, it almost seems like just common knowledge? Not that Phainon makes you feel stupid, more like just something he’d learned long ago. When he was finally finished, he’ll be practically beaming before hugging into you; nestling his face in the crook of your neck—commenting on how he oh-so missed your hair already. You grumble in response, though before you can tell him that it had to go. You noticed something.

Phainon had missed a spot, just was a small patch of hair. Huh. You hadn’t quite noticed it until now… maybe you could just leave it there, man had spotty cuts all the time… who were you kidding? You rinsed off the blade; it would be real quick—it starting to nag you anyhow. Once you finish, you noticed your ever attentive lover; lookin at you, grinning from ear to ear.

“Looks like my teaching was actually helpful, no?” Crap, you fell right into his trap. In Phainon’s defense though, you had technically learned how to do It from him.

Any calls to reason would quickly be ignored as your boyfriend peppered your face with kisses after you rinsed. “I think you’re just embarrassed that you actually learned something, clearly I’m a good teacher.” Phainon grinned, and while you continued to protest against such an assumption; you couldn’t help but smile at the premise of it. Perhaps he was.