#phainon x reader modern au

[devdozes]

I was wondering if you could write modern/highschool au with phainon and flame reaver being twins, i think it'll be funny especially if the reader didn't know abt it lmao

Somehow, I fell for you twice before I even knew there were two of you.

The first time you met Flame Reaver, you didn’t know it wasn’t Phainon.

It wasn’t exactly your fault. The resemblance was uncanny—same height, same cerulean blue eyes, even the same messy hair that Phainon never seemed to brush properly. If anything, the only real difference was that Flame Reaver’s eyes burned with something sharper, something darker, and the way he carried himself was less of Phainon’s relaxed, playful charm and more… intense. But how were you supposed to know that?

You had been walking out of your club meeting when you saw him leaning against the school gate, arms crossed, staring at you with an unreadable expression. You had waved without thinking, grinning. “Didn’t think you’d actually wait for me today, Phai.”

Flame Reaver blinked once before tilting his head. “Of course.”

Weird. Phainon was never this stiff. But whatever. Maybe he was in a weird mood.

What followed was a week of absolute nonsense.

Flame Reaver, who you thought was Phainon, was suddenly spending an insane amount of time with you. Phainon was always around, sure, but he wasn’t usually this clingy. He was cheerful and thoughtful, yes, but he had an understanding of personal space. This… ‘Phainon’ didn’t.

If you walked down the hall, he was there, a step behind you. If you grabbed a drink from the vending machine, he was standing beside you, already holding out the exact drink you were about to buy. When you sat at lunch, he was directly next to you, practically in your personal space, watching you with those sharp blue eyes that didn’t quite match the Phainon you knew.

“You good?” You had asked one afternoon when he showed up outside your classroom, leaning against the wall with a casualness that didn’t quite feel right. “You’re kinda different today.”

He blinked. “Am I?”

“Yeah, you’re like… moodier or something.” You squinted at him before reaching out and poking his forehead. He didn’t react beyond a single twitch of his eye. “You usually joke around more, y’know?”

“I see.”

And then he just—

Patted your head.

Like you were some sort of pet. You froze, your brain short-circuiting as heat crept up your face. Phainon had never done that before. What was this?!

He stared at you, as if gauging your reaction, before simply smiling—just a small curve of his lips, nothing as bright as Phainon’s usual grins, but something about it sent your heart into a frenzy. What was happening?!

You thought that was the peak of your strange week, but it only got worse.

One day, you were about to head home when you felt a presence behind you. Turning, you found ‘Phainon’ standing there, hands shoved in his pockets, watching you. You sighed, waving him over. “You wanna walk home with me?”

He nodded, falling into step beside you. The silence was comfortable at first, but then you noticed something odd. He wasn’t humming under his breath like usual. He wasn’t teasing you about your weird backpack keychains. And most of all, he wasn’t calling you by that dumb nickname he gave you.

You stopped in your tracks. “Okay, what’s wrong with you?”

He stared at you, tilting his head. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’ve been acting weird all week, Phai! You’re like, super clingy—”

“What’s wrong with that?”

Your brain blanked. “Uh… nothing? It’s just… new.”

He stepped closer, his gaze pinning you in place. “Do you dislike it?”

You swallowed, heat rushing to your face. “I-I didn’t say that! It’s just—you’re usually more laid-back, y’know?”

For a moment, he didn’t respond. Then, in a lower voice, he murmured, “Maybe I just don’t want you to leave.”

Your heart stopped.

Before you could even begin to process that, another voice cut through the air.

“HEY! What the hell is going on here?!”

You turned and nearly had a stroke.

Standing at the end of the street, looking absolutely furious, was Phainon.

The real Phainon.

Your brain had about two seconds to process this before everything clicked into place.

Oh.

OH.

“You’re kidding,” you whispered in horror, whipping back to ‘Phainon’—no, Flame Reaver. His smirk said everything. He hadn’t been Phainon at all. He had just let you believe that for a whole week.

Phainon stormed over, grabbing his twin by the collar. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop messing with my friends?!”

Flame Reaver shrugged. “You left them unattended. What did you expect?”

“You—” Phainon turned to you, looking both betrayed and exhausted. “You seriously thought he was me?”

“How was I supposed to know you had an identical twin?!”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe the fact that I actually have a personality?”

Flame Reaver smirked. “And yet, they seemed to enjoy my company just fine.”

Your face burned as you remembered every single moment you spent with him.

Phainon groaned. “I can’t believe this.” Then he turned back to his twin, glaring. “You better not have done anything weird.”

Flame Reaver simply smiled, stepping back. “Nothing they didn’t like.”

Your soul nearly left your body.

Phainon looked ready to murder him on the spot. “I’m gonna kill you.”

Flame Reaver hummed. “You can try.”

As Phainon lunged, you swore your life flashed before your eyes.

“Uhh Ok so… Phainon?” You cautiously pointed at the one standing to your left. He blinked at you, confused.

“Yeah?”

You then pointed at the one standing to your right, the one who had his arms casually looped around your shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world. “And you’re also Phainon?”

The quiet one—who you had unknowingly been spending way too much time with—smirked slightly, his grip tightening just a fraction. “Something like that.”

The real Phainon (or at least, the one you thought was the real one) narrowed his eyes. “Wait, wait, wait—don’t tell me you’ve been hanging out with him this whole time?”

Your mouth opened, but nothing came out. Because yes, yes, you had. And you had genuinely thought it was him the entire time. How were you supposed to know your best friend had an identical twin brother who looked just like him but acted like an entirely different person?

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a twin?!” you finally blurted out, stepping away from the overly clingy version of Phainon, only for him to smoothly pull you right back like he had no intention of letting go.

Phainon groaned, running a hand through his messy hair. “Because I don’t! Not really! He’s—ugh, it’s complicated!”

The other Phainon, the one you had unwittingly spent way too much time with, simply chuckled, resting his chin against your shoulder. “I like her. I think I’ll keep her.”

Your face burned. “Excuse me?!”

“Hey!” The real Phainon shoved him off you, glaring. “No, you will not!”

“I already have,” the not-Phainon replied smoothly, stepping beside you again and easily tugging you back into his space. “She likes me, after all.”

“I thought you were him!” you argued, trying to pull away but failing miserably because he was way stronger than his twin.

The real Phainon groaned in absolute frustration. “This is a disaster.”

You had to agree.

Just as you thought things couldn’t get worse, the two Phainons suddenly began bickering like two territorial cats.

“She’s my friend, you know! You can’t just steal her!”

“Steal? I didn’t steal anything. She willingly spent time with me.”

“BECAUSE SHE DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE A SEPARATE PERSON!”

You sighed, rubbing your temples as their arguing escalated into shoving. Phainon—the cheerful, chaotic one—had his hands firmly on his twin’s shoulders, trying to push him away from you. Meanwhile, the other Phainon—the quiet, overly affectionate one—was firmly gripping your wrist, refusing to let go.

“I think you should let me go,” you tried, looking at the clingy one.

“I think not,” he replied smoothly, pulling you closer.

“Oh, for the love of—let go of her!” Phainon huffed, trying to yank you away, only for his twin to tighten his grip. “Why are you so damn clingy?!”

“I just like her,” the other Phainon admitted shamelessly, brushing a strand of hair from your face and smiling at you like a puppy.

“STOP FLIRTING WITH HER!”

“Why? Jealous?”

“OF COURSE, I’M JEALOUS!” Phainon blurted out, looking absolutely horrified with himself the second the words left his mouth.

You blinked.

His twin smirked. “Oh?”

Phainon turned red. “I—I mean—that’s not—”

The other Phainon simply looked victorious, tugging you even closer and resting his forehead against yours. “Guess you better make a move, then, dear brother.”

“OH, YOU SON OF A—”

You sighed, rubbing your temples as you found yourself sandwiched between two versions of Phainon. On your left, the cheerful and excitable Phainon, his cerulean blue eyes sparkling with mischief. On your right, Flame Reaver—silent, intense, and somehow much clingier than his counterpart.

"Alright, so what do we do now?" you asked, shifting uncomfortably as both of them leaned in.

"Obviously, you should spend the day with me!" Phainon beamed, throwing an arm around your shoulders. "We can go get some snacks, maybe head to the arcade—oh! Or the amusement park! I know you love roller coasters."

Flame Reaver, who had been quietly watching, suddenly spoke. "No." He reached out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward him. "You're spending time with me."

"Excuse me?" Phainon narrowed his eyes at his twin, refusing to let go of you. "I saw them first."

"That doesn't matter. They're already with me." Flame Reaver tightened his grip slightly, his calm but firm voice making your heart race for a reason you couldn't quite explain.

You sighed, knowing that there was only one way to settle this. "Fine! I'll spend time with both of you. No more fighting."

The twins shared a glance, clearly displeased but unwilling to argue further. Phainon grinned, ruffling your hair. "Alright, alright. But if I win more prizes at the arcade, you owe me ice cream."

Flame Reaver, still holding your wrist, simply nodded. "Fine. But I’m not letting go."

giggles

[yearninflowers]

Imagine…

Phainon, who would deem you as a sun and view you as the pinnacle of perfection in his life. He once saw you somewhere and decided to look into you after seeing how glaringly bright you are. Throughout his life, one haunted by the horrors of his past, you became the anchor to his reality, fully capturing his mind onto the present time.

The scream of the devil inside his mind hollowed out at the sounds of your laughter.

On some days, the scream was louder, harsher, even tempting.

Phainon, who would inscribe a sun over his neck just so he could get reminded of you every time he looked at a mirror. He sighed, caressing the sun softly as if he was touching you. Sometimes, once the sun had settled nicely to his skin, he would latch his fingernails to it, letting small prickles of blood flow out and taint the ever-so-lovely sun. His breath would hitch at the thought of you drenched in his blood.

Perhaps, the devil was him all along.

Perhaps, he was the one screaming inside his mind, scratching his soul with the itch to let loose and claim you as his one and only treasure, his sole sun.

Phainon, who would eventually relent to his desire, taking you all to himself. He would beg, down on his knees, for you to love him as he loved you. His heart soars high to wrap itself on your own, swallowing your whole being to be all his, alone.

“It’s my sign of love for you, Sunshine.” He whispered to your ear, forcing your hands to wrap around his neck.

He smiled, soft, as if proud of the bloody sun he had made.

[yandere-romanticaa]

𝔎𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔅𝔦𝔩𝔩.

❝ Rather be in Hell than alone. ❞ - sza.

This fic was inspired by the song Kill Bill by SZA.

yandere! modern au! phainon x fem! reader.

How did he get here?

The white haired man often asked himself that very same question for what seemed like ages now. Standing hidden away underneath the shadows like some crazed phantom became a nightly routine of his ever since his heart got shattered into a million pieces.

Phainon was popular, well liked and respected. He had a good life all things considered - a stable job, good friends and a lovely girl to come back home to.

With the realization that last bit was no longer the case, a sharp pang coursed through his chest. He watched your bedroom window closely, hands in his pockets as he noticed the fresh bouquet of flowers placed on your window. Fresh flowers from what he could tell, the pretty colours seemed to pop so cutely with the glow of the light coming from your living room and the wine red vase only added the blooms even more charm.

The same vase that he got you.

⊹.˚🪞🕯️♡

He can recall the sensation of the comfortable armchair as it creaked underneath his weight. The sound of the clock on the wall set him off as Phainon twirled with his thumbs, his gaze cascaded downwards as a heavy silence hung in the air. That silence would soon be a blissful past as it was soon broken by a gentle voice, a sad attempt at sounding compassionate.

"Phainon? It's alright to be upset, that is a natural reaction to such a messy break up."

The voice of his therapist echoed slightly in the overly white office, which only set him even more on edge. He grumbled in annoyance, cursing his meddling friends for forcing him to seek professional help instead of just letting his anger bubble inside him.

Besides, he was never angry for too long. His anger always comes and goes.

That's just the kind of guy he is.

Phainon snorted, a pained grin on his face, a pathetic attempt at trying to lighten the situation. "Sorry Doc, guess I just lost myself for a second there!"

From the corner of his eye, Phainon could see the worried looks his therapist was giving him. It was horrendously obvious that he was doing a poor job at trying to mask his concerns with that faux smile and the stench of his cheap cologne made him grateful for having a better sense of smell. His own was so much better, he figured. A truly childish thought in the grand scheme of things but he really could not be bothered to think like an adult at the moment.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed a tiny wine red ribbon hanging subtly on the Doctor's right hand, a stark contrast to his otherwise crisp and perfect exterior.

It didn't suit him whatsoever, Phainon thought flatly, his eyes still glued to his shoes.

⊹.˚🪞🕯️♡

With a startle, Phainon realized that he was now standing in front of your door. His heart thumped in his chest, it made him wonder if he was going to die from cardiac arrest right then and there. All of the wonderful memories of his love came back to him, all of the sweetness he had soaked up only to lose it all in the end. It wasn't fair how much of an effect you had on him, even after all this time Phainon was still wholeheartedly yours.

And you did not want him. Not anymore.

He bit his lip, hard. The taste of blood filled his mouth as a few droplets of the thick liquid fell on his jet black hoodie, the dark material masking it.

This really was not his best idea.

⊹.˚🪞🕯️♡

His hour was almost up. Huh. He figured he should be more ecstatic about that. The last hour felt like a century due to the incessant nagging of his therapist, who kept trying to get Phainon to open up. It was beyond clear that he was a rookie but he was trying, which just added insult to injury. It was fascinating how hard the man was trying to help him, how desperately he tried to offer up some solution to Phainon's sea of endless heartbreak.

None of which was working.

Looking back at the clock, Phainon strained his ears to see if there was perhaps someone else waiting in front of the good Doctor's door. Another lost soul seeking some sort of refuge, a comforting ear of someone who actually cared.

A true rarity in such a business, as he found out not too long ago.

He gritted his teeth as his ears picked up nothing. No sound of any eager on uneasy footsteps, not even a hint of a cough, the only sign of life was right here, in this white box he was stuck in.

... Perfect.

⊹.˚🪞🕯️♡

He did not even feel the thousands of splinters of the wooden door clinging to his skin as he broke into his old flame's apartment. He did not feel how the sticky fabric of his clothes clung to his being, thick sweat and something more heavy trying to weigh him down.

The only thing he could focus on was the shrill scream of the one he holds so dear.

He looked at his old flame and his eyes were suddenly brought back to life. Gone was the lifeless tint of grey in his eye, his mouth forming into an overly happy grin as he rushed straight towards his sweetheart, large hands grabbing onto the shrieking person who was trying to hit him.

How mean. But it was a reasonable reaction, he supposed.

For the first time in forever, things felt right. Phainon wanted to scream from the rooftops that he had you, he finally was holding you in his arms once again. Gone was the pain, his sorrow melting away into a puddle of need as he kissed your face all over, salty tears staining the cheeks of the one most precious to him, which caused him great agony. He grabbed the hand which was now raised high up, his grip iron tight as he pleaded to just be heard -

- And then as the man turned his head, all he could see was red.

A small, dainty little piece of fabric clinging onto your wrist, the tiny red wine bow a stark reminder of why he came here in the first place. He chuckled maniacally, his chest reverberating back and forth as he tilted his head backwards, his gaze meeting the soft glow of the moonlight as he felt the white hot rage take over his whole being.

This is not the best idea.

But, he could not even think of that statement at the moment.

He had other things to do.

⊹.˚🪞🕯️♡

The man thrashed helplessly beneath Phainon, the massive wooden desk now a mess of documents and spit as the Doctor tried to feebly break free from the chokehold in which he was held in. A pathetic trail of his own vomit drizzled down his busted lip as Phainon grinned like a mad man, pleased to see that the one who caused him so much pain was finally feeling a fraction of what he has been feeling these past few months.

Who did this pathetic waste of oxygen think he was? Big fancy doctor got his degree and gets and overly inflated ego to boot.

And his precious peach fell for it.

She fell for it and it hurt, it wounded him so revoltingly. In that office at that moment, Phainon was less of a man and more a beast. A true deliverer of suffering. If the stars had decided to place him into an overly dramatic Greek tragedy as the main hero, then so be it.

He was going to be the star. He was going to be the brightest, most brilliant fucking star anyone had ever seen.

And Phainon was going to burn so bright that he was going to suffocate the man beneath him with his light.

His knuckles twitched sickeningly, the disgusting sound of impending death reaching his ears as he felt the tears of his victim on his wrists. The cool liquid felt surprisingly pleasant against his overly hot flesh, giving him a brief sense of reprieve. Phainon wondered if the engorged vein on his arm was going to pop due to the strain he was putting on it, his perfectly white flesh a stark contrast against the dark blue seam. Suddenly , he snapped at himself, there was no time to waste on mindless idling - harder.

He needed to press harder. And so, he did.

He needed to see the life out of the man's eyes being snuffed out. He needed to feel the sensation of his spirit leaving his stupid body, he needed to make sure that in this life and in all the others that this man would never reach you. Never, not ever.

With a sick thud, the Doctor went limp in Phainon's embrace. The silence was so thick and heavy that it felt as though it could be cut with a dull butter knife. Phainon held the fresh corpse in his hands, the broken neck of the man he had just savagely killed being lulled side to side like a broken souvenir one would get at a cheap pawn shop.

Once he was sure that the man was gone for good, Phainon stood up. He drooped the body carelessly onto the green carpet, the fuzzy fabric now stained crimson. The Doctor's hand was next to his head, that stupidly cute ribbon still clinging onto him even in death. Phainon roared in anger, heavenly blue eyes shining with fury as he grabbed his victim's hand and ripped the ribbon off. Stuffing it into his pocket, he turned his back away from the gruesome scene and made his way out the door, his steps thick and heavy.

He'd rather be in jail than feel this pain.

⊹.˚🪞🕯️♡

Phainon was weeping. He didn't know what he was doing, hell, he didn't even know why he was doing it in the first place. He did not understand why he had his arms wrapped around your neck, he did not understand why he was choking the life out of you with that same wine red ribbon which he had taken earlier.

All he could focus on was your face. That beautiful, ethereal, angelic face. The face which haunts his dreams and nightmares, the once cheerful face which was turning plum purple by the second. Phainon heaved, his body heavy with regret and sorrow but the anger... Oh how he choked back on a sob, thick snot escaping his nose as he gripped his peach even harder, the soft flesh becoming more and more dull in his grotesque hold. Gone was the lovesick puppy, banished deep within the darkest pits of Hell the moment he snuffed the life out of his first victim. Standing now was a man who had lost his will to live.

He had nothing. He had lost you. Once upon a time, he vowed to you that no one was ever going to lay a single finger on you. In some macabre way, he kept his word. For as long as he walked on this Earth, not a single soul dared to harm you.

Never once did he think that he was going to be the one who was going to end it all.

Phainon watched you take your last breath and he wondered if this was perhaps the most beautiful he had ever seen you. No one could take you from him, not even he himself could do that now. The thought of having no one, it made his soul whimper in morbid misery. But right here, right now, he had you. He was never going to be alone, never again.

Phainon had made up his mind ages ago. He'd rather be in Hell than be alone.

A/N: Ah, there really is no better tension between a girl who has to study for an important exam vs getting a fic idea right in the middle of her study session.

I literally got screwed over by SZA for showing up on my playlist because this fic just popped in my head. I made it a modern AU because I thought it fit the tone of the song better, hope y'all don't mind. I'm also having a bad creative block as of late so I've no idea if this fic is actually any good or not! Everything I write looks wrong these days and I had to go back and rewrite this multiple times because I just could not get it to look right.

If anything, it was at least fun to edit.

[vortexbloom]

shy introvert reader x loud extrovert phainon🙏🏻🙏🏻

Alright 😁

Chasing Constellations (OneShot)

Pairing: Loud/Extrovert Phainon x Shy/Introvert Reader

Fandom: HSR (Honkai Star Rail)

Warnings: Modern Au, lots of fluff <33

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Masterlist - Honkai Star Rail

Masterlist - Genshin Impact

Moodboards - Genshin Impact

Masterlist - Marvel

Boycott List

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

I do NOT own any Characters !

Have fun reading this :D

Art by: @mayu_mey on X (Twitter)

The coffee shop was quiet in the early afternoon, just the way you liked it. You sat near the window, a book in one hand and a warm cup of tea in the other, letting the low hum of conversation fade into the background. Outside, the city bustled with life, cars passing, people chatting, laughter spilling from nearby shops. You preferred to observe it all from a safe distance, tucked away in your quiet little corner.

Unfortunately, that peace was about to be shattered.

"Hey, there you are!"

You barely had time to react before Phainon slid into the seat across from you, grinning like he had just won the lottery. His sliver hair was slightly tousled from the wind, and his blue eyes sparkled with their usual mischief. He had an energy that was impossible to ignore, loud, confident, always in motion, like a shooting star streaking across the sky.

You swallowed, your fingers tightening around your cup. "H-Hi…"

Phainon leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand as he smirked. "You always hide out in the same spot. Makes it easy for me to find you."

You looked down at your book, heat creeping up your neck. "I’m not…hiding."

"Mm, sure," he teased, tapping his fingers against the table. "You know, for someone who avoids crowds, you sure picked a public café."

You fidgeted with your sleeve. "I like the atmosphere…"

Phainon laughed, the sound warm and carefree. "Fair enough." He picked up a menu and glanced at it for all of two seconds before tossing it back onto the table. "You already know what I want. I trust your judgment."

You blinked, surprised. "You want…me to order for you?"

"Yeah. You have good taste," he said easily, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "Besides, it gives me an excuse to see what you’d pick for me."

Your heartbeat stuttered. He was doing that thing again, saying things so casually that made you feel like you were the center of the universe, even if you weren’t sure he meant them that way.

After a pause, you hesitantly waved down a waiter and placed an order for him. Phainon watched you the whole time, a soft smile playing on his lips.

Once the waiter left, he leaned back in his chair. "You know, you’re cute when you get all flustered like that."

You nearly choked on your tea. "P-Phainon!"

He laughed again, completely unbothered. "What? It’s true."

You covered your face with your hands, mortified. Phainon was a social butterfly, effortlessly charming and always at ease. Meanwhile, you…you struggled just to get through small talk. The two of you couldn’t be more different.

And yet…he was here. Seeking you out. Again.

"Hey." His voice was softer now, less teasing. You peeked through your fingers to see him watching you, his usual smirk replaced by something gentler. "I like being around you. You don’t have to be loud or outgoing—I like you just the way you are."

Your hands slowly lowered, your heart beating a little too fast. "You do…?"

Phainon grinned. "Obviously." He reached across the table, tapping a finger lightly against your knuckles. It was barely a touch, but it sent a spark up your arm. "So, what do you say? Let’s make this our usual spot. Just you, me, and the best damn coffee in the city."

Your lips twitched into a shy smile. "O-Okay…"

Maybe, just maybe, stepping a little outside your comfort zone wasn’t so bad, at least, not when Phainon was there to chase the stars with you.

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

[euphemmia]

Phainon x reader ( modern au )

Warnings : jealousy, loneliness, smoking, alcohol.

Summary: You are a loner living a boring, peaceful life. Your best friend is different and you always were a tiny bit jealous. New school, new city changed your life. Meeting wrong people, getting bad influence and finally getting what you wanted. How will that effect your relationship with parents, friends and most of all - Phainon?

A/N: There will be more parts.

Some people might cringe reading this, some might enjoy, the opinions will be different, but the main topic is how a person can change. Please leave a note, and express your opinion of the story so far :)

Also yes there will be a lot of oc’s for side characters , because I don’t like shipping characters.

At school, you weren’t the best student, but you weren’t the worst either. Your grades were decent��not the highest, but not low. To put it simply, your life was peaceful. You had a few close friends, one of them being Phainon. Your mothers were best friends, which naturally led to the two of you becoming close from birth.

Phainon was different from you. He was an extrovert, effortlessly getting along with everyone. He knew how to keep a conversation going, and with his good looks and athletic physique, he attracted plenty of admirers. Girls swooned at the sight of him, and Valentine's Day brought a flood of love letters. His popularity opened doors to parties, late-night meetups, after-school plans, and more. Yet despite his eventful life, he never neglected his schoolwork. His grades were slightly better than yours, but he never teased you about it. Yes, he was well-liked, but that didn’t change who he was—he cared for his friends, never mocked others, and always offered help when needed.

Still, you couldn’t deny feeling at least a little jealous. You only went out with friends on Fridays and Saturdays, and sometimes, you spent an entire weekend at home because your small circle of friends was too busy to meet up. You were a teenager, and of course, you wanted to experience the kind of life you saw others posting about on social media—girls dressing up for Friday nights, dancing, having fun with their friends. Meanwhile, you sat at home, scrolling through your phone out of boredom.

You talked with Phainon about this once, and he told you there was nothing to be jealous of. He even said he’d rather you stay at home than be where he was. You weren’t sure what he meant by that—he was probably just trying to make you feel better.

The two of you were close, having spent your childhood together. Your mothers often joked about you getting married one day, which only made you both stick out your tongues in mock disgust. Family dinners on Fridays became a tradition, one that continued to this day.

But a few days ago, at one of those dinners, your parents dropped a bomb of information —you were moving to a bigger city. You and Phainon were far from thrilled. The evening was ruined for both of you, but you didn’t complain. The city wasn’t too far away; a 40-minute bus ride would bring you back to visit your friends. And, of course, if anything went wrong, you had Phainon.

If only you knew how much your life was about to change…

Walking around your new school felt like being in a prison. At first, you sat with Phainon everywhere, but of course, it didn’t take him long to make new friends. After a few days, he asked if he could sometimes sit with them. He introduced you to his new friends, but you just didn’t click with them. That left you alone most of the time whenever Phainon was with others.

The school was much bigger than your old one. The students were stylish, moving in tight-knit friend groups. The hallways were loud—there was always some troublemaker getting yelled at by the principal, while others hid in their secret spots, sneaking cigarettes. And the girls… well, it was clear this school had its own version of the classic "mean girl" trio.

They were gorgeous, always making sure they looked their best. They carried themselves with confidence—not outright mean, but their glances spoke volumes. They were never alone, always surrounded by their own exclusive group.

The worst part? The blonde one had her eyes on you.

One day in history class, she stared at you—not in a rude way, but with amusement, as if she was plotting something . Unsettled, you quickly broke eye contact and turned to Phainon, starting a conversation as if nothing had happened.

“Were you even listening?”

The question snapped you out of your thoughts, making you look up at Phainon with a sheepish smile.

“As I was saying, there’s this girl—a friend of mine. She wants me to introduce you to her. I really hope you two get along.”

I smiled at him. He was worried. He knew you hadn’t adjusted to this school yet—at least, not in the sense of finding your people or your place. He had tried introducing you to some of his other friends, but you always ended up feeling left out.

“We’ll see,” you said with a shrug. “But I’m not going to force anything. Honestly, I’m surprised you haven’t given up on me yet.”

Phainon chuckled. “No, but seriously—sometimes I feel like you’re doing this on purpose. How are you still not used to this place? Don’t tell me you’re trying to convince your parents to move back. That’s impossible.”

“I know, I’m not an idiot. But you are,” you teased, pulling your things out to prepare for class. “Your dumbness attracts people because you make them laugh. That’s why it’s so easy for you.”

“There’s no way you just said that.” Phainon gasped dramatically, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I’m actually smarter than your brain-rotted self.” He leaned in closer, grinning. “I think people see you as a zombie that—”

You smacked him with your pencil case before he could finish.

The rest of the break passed with you and Phainon making fun of each other, bickering over something dumb. But every now and then, you could feel the blonde girl glancing at you. You tried to ignore it.

Soon, the lesson started, and you focused on making it through. Only one more class to go after this, and then you’d be free. When the bell rang, you sighed in relief—just one more hour and you could leave this place.

Outside, in the school parking lot, the sound of revving engines filled the air. Upperclassmen showed off their cars and motorcycles, while others were simply trying to get home. You glanced out the window and spotted Phainon already outside, nodding at his friends as they showed off their cars. With a quiet sigh, you grabbed your bag and headed to your next class.

Phainon was skipping the last lesson—his football coach had scheduled practice earlier today. Which meant you were alone again. You sat by the window, daydreaming to make time pass faster.

Then, you felt a presence beside you.

Turning your head, you saw two people smiling at you—a girl and a boy.

The girl had dark brunette hair, cut into a messy wolf cut. She didn’t wear makeup to conceal her skin, but her waterlines were darkened with black eyeliner. She wore a brown tank top, a black jacket, and slightly baggy blue jeans.

The boy, on the other hand, was clearly not straight. He had a softer look, his clothes light and coordinated—matching jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black jacket.

“Heyyy,” the guy grinned, extending a hand toward you. “You’re new here, right? We thought it’d be nice to get to know each other. I’m Ryder, and she’s Luna.”

Luna smiled. “I hope you’re sitting alone.”

Dumbfounded, you nodded slowly. “Yeah.” You met her gaze, and for a moment, there was silence.

“Ohh! Y/N, by the way,” you blurted, finally shaking Ryder’s hand, which had been hanging in the air for a bit too long.

“Sooo, Y/N, where are you from? Have you made any friends yet? What do you think about this school?”

Ryder was definitely a yapper.

The break flew by as he chattered away. Eventually, he had to leave—he didn’t have this class—so you were left with Luna. She liked to talk too, though not as much as Ryder. By the end of the lesson, you had exchanged numbers, and for the first time, you could say you had made your first friends.

After school, you said goodbye to Luna and headed outside. Phainon had asked you to meet him at the football field so you could go home together. You were lucky—he had turned eighteen last month and gotten his first car, which meant no more walking home.

When you arrived at the field, you found a bench in a quiet spot where you wouldn’t be noticed right away. Looking around, you saw a few people waiting—some for their friends, others for their partners. And then you saw her.

The blonde girl.

She sat with her two friends, giggling. Behind them were two guys, probably friends too.

You must have stared too hard because she turned to you—and smiled.

Her smile was… nice. Maybe you had been wrong about calling her a mean girl.

Panic set in when she stood up and started walking toward you.

“Hello,” she said, looking you straight in the eyes. Confidence radiated off her. Behind her, the other two girls were watching closely, analyzing the interaction. The guys were whispering to each other, grinning like idiots, clearly entertained by whatever their friend was planning.

“Uh—yes?” you stammered.

She tilted her head. “Are you waiting for someone?”

Embarrassed, you nodded. “Yes, Friend. I mean—I’m waiting for a friend.” Keeping eye contact with her was harder than it should have been. Something about her made you nervous, like you didn’t want her to know how much of a loner you really were. Like you wanted to seem more interesting.

“Aaa, a friend.” She looked amused. “Who’s your friend?”

“Phainon.”

Her smile widened slightly, her interest piqued.

“Ah, Phainon,” she said, as if the name meant something to her. “Yeah, I’ve seen you two sitting together. Are you close?”

She didn’t seem like a mean girl at all, so you answered honestly.

“Well, yeah. We’re childhood friends.” You smiled nervously.

“Aww, that’s cute,” she said, sounding genuinely excited. “Why don’t you come sit with us? It must be lonely sitting here by yourself.”

And just like that, an opportunity presented itself.

Not just any opportunity—an invitation from the popular crowd.

You didn’t know what made her come talk to you, but you weren’t about to miss this chance.

<<PART2

[devdozes]

i adore your last fanfic it was silly lmao😭, can you also imagine them having all sleepover and phainon keep on teasing mydei to always put his head on the reader’s legs to sleep and teasing mydei cause he know damn well mydei couldn’t ask such a thing so he get pissed to that gesture

I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS AND RHIS IS WHAT U EXPECTED :D

The soft glow of the living room lamps cast a warm ambiance over the small, cozy space. Blankets and pillows were strewn across the floor, a few leftover snacks from your movie marathon scattered nearby. The three of you—Phainon, Mydei, and you—had somehow ended up having a sleepover, though it was mostly Phainon’s idea. Mydei, true to his grumpy nature, grumbled about it at first, but he stayed anyway.

Phainon stretched lazily, yawning dramatically before flopping down onto the makeshift bedding. Without hesitation, he plopped his head directly onto your lap, sighing in satisfaction as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

“Ahh, perfect,” he murmured, nuzzling slightly into the fabric of your pajamas. “Your lap is the best pillow, y’know? So comfy~”

You chuckled, used to his antics by now, and absentmindedly ran your fingers through his messy white hair. “You say that every time,” you teased.

Phainon cracked open an eye, smirking. “That’s ‘cause it’s true. Unlike someone, I’m not afraid to admit what I want.” His gaze flickered to Mydei.

Mydei, who had been sitting cross-legged a few feet away, stiffened. His golden eyes narrowed, sharp like a blade, but his ears—traitorously flushed red—gave away his internal conflict.

“Tch.” He looked away, folding his arms. “You’re being annoying again.”

Phainon just grinned wider.

“Oh? Am I? Or are you just mad because you wanna do this too but can’t bring yourself to ask?” His voice was teasing, lighthearted, but the underlying challenge was very, very real.

Your eyes flickered to Mydei curiously, watching the way his jaw tensed. He looked like he wanted to say something, wanted to act, but his pride—or maybe embarrassment—held him back. You could practically hear the gears grinding in his head.

Phainon, ever the instigator, stretched again and snuggled even closer into your lap, tilting his head just enough to make direct eye contact with Mydei. His smirk was downright smug. “Mmm~ So nice. I might just sleep like this all night.”

Mydei let out a sharp exhale, clearly trying very hard not to react.

“…You’re doing this on purpose,” he muttered, voice rough.

Phainon didn’t even try to deny it. “Of course I am.”

Your fingers stilled in Phainon’s hair as you looked over at Mydei. He wasn’t meeting your eyes, his brows furrowed in frustration, but it wasn’t the usual kind. It wasn’t anger—it was something softer, more hesitant.

“Mydei,” you said, voice gentle. “Do you want to—?”

“No.” The word came out fast, defensive. Too defensive.

Phainon let out a dramatic sigh. “See? He wants to but refuses to say it.” Then, with an exaggerated groan, he rolled onto his back, still using your lap as a pillow, and stretched his arms over his head.

“You’re impossible,” Mydei muttered.

“And you’re predictable,” Phainon shot back, smirking. “Maybe next time, instead of sulking, you should just say what you want, Mydei~”

You watched Mydei’s hands twitch slightly, like he was debating something. And for a moment, you thought he might actually give in. But then he clicked his tongue and turned over, his back now facing you both.

“Just go to sleep.”

Phainon’s snicker was the last thing heard before the room fell into a comfortable silence.

But as you continued absentmindedly running your fingers through Phainon’s hair, you caught the way Mydei’s hand curled slightly near his chest—as if he was holding himself back from reaching out.

Phainon, naturally, wasn’t done poking the bear.

Even with his eyes closed, he smirked and sighed contentedly, snuggling even further into your lap. His breath was warm against your stomach, and you could feel the deliberate weight of his presence as he shifted just enough to make sure Mydei noticed.

“Ahh~ this is the life,” he murmured dramatically. “A soft lap, a gentle touch… Mydei, my dear friend, you wouldn’t get it.”

A vein visibly twitched on Mydei’s forehead.

“I swear,” Mydei muttered, voice tight, “if you keep running your mouth—”

“What? You gonna throw me off her lap?” Phainon peeked one eye open, grinning like he just won a game Mydei wasn’t even playing. “That’d be awfully rude, don’t you think?”

Mydei tensed, his golden eyes glinting dangerously, but the slight pink dusting his ears betrayed him.

You sighed, amused at their antics. “You guys do this every time,” you mumbled, still absentmindedly stroking Phainon’s hair. “Why don’t you just—”

“No.” Mydei cut you off immediately.

Phainon snickered. “See? He’s hopeless.”

Mydei shot him a glare, jaw tight. You could see it—the fight between his pride and his desire. His fingers curled slightly, like he wanted to grab something, but his stubborn nature wouldn’t let him take that step.

Phainon, still basking in victory, tilted his head just enough to rest against your stomach. His silver hair brushed against your skin, and his next words came out in a low, taunting murmur.

“Y’know, if you don’t do something, Mydei, I might just—”

That was it.

Before Phainon could finish, Mydei grabbed the back of his hoodie and yanked him off your lap.

“—ACK—!” Phainon barely had time to react before he found himself unceremoniously tossed onto the blankets beside you.

Mydei, still scowling, sat up and planted himself right beside you. He didn’t meet your gaze, and he sure as hell didn’t ask for anything, but his presence alone spoke volumes.

Phainon groaned dramatically. “Wow. So violent.”

You chuckled, watching Mydei’s stiff posture. “Mydei,” you hummed, tilting your head. “Did you want to—”

“No.” His response was immediate, but he still didn’t move away.

Phainon, rubbing the back of his head, smirked. “Denial looks great on you, buddy.”

You swore you saw Mydei’s eye twitch.

But despite his grumbles, despite his glaring inability to ask for what he wanted, Mydei stayed right next to you. Close enough that the warmth of his shoulder brushed against yours. Close enough that, if you shifted just a little, you’d feel the subtle tension in his posture.

He wouldn’t say it. But he wanted to.

A few minutes passed, and just when you thought things were settling down, Phainon suddenly sat up, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "You know what? We should settle this. Right now."

Mydei sighed, already tired of whatever nonsense Phainon was about to pull. "Settle what, exactly?"

Phainon grinned. "Who’s the better choice to sleep next to you, of course."

You blinked. "Hi, so what the fuck?i"

"I refuse to participate in this." Mydei deadpanned, glaring at Phainon.

Phainon ignored him. "First challenge! Who can stay awake the longest while cuddling you?"

You groaned. "Phainon, that’s not—"

"Shhh, we’re already starting," Phainon interrupted, dramatically throwing himself onto your side and wrapping his arms around you like a human octopus. "I’m never letting go, Mydei."

Mydei’s eye twitched. "You’re such an idiot."

"Correction: a competitive idiot." Phainon grinned. "C’mon, Mydei, unless you’re scared you’ll lose?"

A muscle in Mydei’s jaw twitched. Oh, that did it.

With an exasperated sigh, Mydei grumbled something under his breath before pulling you toward him instead, his grip firm yet hesitant. His face was turned away, but his ears were burning red.

Phainon snickered. "Oh-ho? Look who finally made a move!"

You sighed, caught between two ridiculous, overgrown children competing for your affection. "You two are unbelievable."

Phainon winked. "Unbelievably in love with you?"

Mydei groaned. "I’m actually going to kill him."

As if things couldn’t get more ridiculous, Phainon suddenly gasped dramatically and sat up. "Wait. We forgot the most important part of a sleepover."

You raised an eyebrow. "And that is?"

"A blanket fort competition."

Mydei looked at him, deadpan. "You’re actually five years old."

Phainon smirked. "Oh? What’s wrong? Scared you’ll lose?"

That was all it took. Mydei’s competitive nature flared instantly.

Within minutes, both men were scrambling to grab pillows, blankets, and whatever household items they could use for structural support. You, caught in the middle of their madness, simply watched as they transformed the living room into a battlefield.

Phainon’s fort was a chaotic mess, but it was ridiculously decorated. He strung up fairy lights inside, piled in an excessive amount of pillows, and even found some glow-in-the-dark stickers to add to the "aesthetic."

Mydei, on the other hand, took a tactical approach. His fort was sturdy, well-structured, and honestly looked impressive—like he had studied the mechanics of fort-building beforehand. He even lined the inside with snacks and a perfectly arranged seating area.

When they were done, both turned to you, expectantly.

"So?" Phainon grinned. "Which fort do you like better?"

Mydei crossed his arms, golden eyes watching you. "Be honest."

You looked between them, two grown men who had just spent an hour fighting over blankets and pillows, all for your attention.

And honestly? It was adorable.

You simply smiled. "I think... I’ll just sleep in both."

Cue immediate protests from both sides.

The next morning, war broke out in your kitchen.

You had barely woken up when you found yourself in the middle of an unexpected cooking showdown between Mydei and Phainon.

“I bet she’d like my pancakes better,” Phainon declared, cracking an egg into a bowl with practiced ease. “Light, fluffy, with just the right amount of sweetness.”

Mydei scoffed, arms crossed as he leaned against the counter. “Tch. She doesn’t need sugary nonsense first thing in the morning. I’ll make her a proper breakfast.”

“Ohhh?” Phainon grinned, whisking the batter. “What, you gonna make one of your ‘nutritious, balanced meals’? Boring.”

“You’ll thank me when you’re not crashing from a sugar high an hour later,” Mydei shot back, already moving to prepare something more savory—omelets, freshly toasted bread, and sliced fruit on the side. His movements were sharp, precise, the kind that came from experience.

You sat at the table, still groggy, watching the two bicker as they cooked. “Uh… I can just eat whatever—”

“No.” They both shot you a look at the same time.

You blinked. “…Okay.”

Phainon playfully nudged Mydei’s shoulder as he flipped a pancake. “You seem really into this, Mydei. Don’t tell me you’re trying to impress her?”

Mydei’s movements stuttered for just a second before he gritted his teeth. “Shut up and focus on your own mess.”

Phainon snickered, clearly enjoying himself, before turning to you. “Hey, sweetheart, you wanna be my taste tester? I promise my pancakes are better.”

Before you could answer, Mydei placed a perfectly plated omelet in front of you. “Eat this first,” he said firmly.

Phainon gasped dramatically. “Excuse me?! She hasn’t even tried mine yet!”

You sighed, looking between the two ridiculously competitive men. “…What if I just eat both?”

Mydei and Phainon exchanged glances.

“…Fine,” Mydei muttered, looking away.

Phainon grinned. “That’s fair. But mine’s still gonna be your favorite~”

As you took a bite of Mydei’s omelet first, you noticed him watching you way too closely, his sharp golden eyes scanning your face for any reaction. And when you hummed in approval, the faintest hint of a smug smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

Phainon, seeing this, quickly slid a pancake onto your plate. “Okay, okay, but try mine now. You’ll love it.”

You did. And it was amazing.

Phainon beamed when you told him so, shooting Mydei a triumphant look. Mydei just clicked his tongue, muttering something under his breath, but you could tell he was still secretly pleased you enjoyed his cooking too.

And thus, the ridiculous cooking war ended in a tie.

And both of them asked for a kiss on the cheek as a reward

[devdozes]

I loved the haunted train fic!!! I was wondering if you could somehow do one where they go to explore haunted house, but like the three of them — with mydei. It would be so funny seeing them there trying to escape

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND FELLOW MONARCH :3

The moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the old mansion at the end of the road. Its stone walls were covered with ivy, the windows dark and cracked like hollow eyes watching the night. The faint sound of wind moaning through the trees added to the unsettling atmosphere.

You, Phainon, and Mydei stood in front of the house, staring up at it.

"Well, this is definitely not what I expected," you muttered, glancing at Phainon, who was bouncing on his feet like an excited child.

"Come on! It’s a haunted house! It’ll be fun!" Phainon grinned, his cerulean blue eyes sparkling. "We can mess with the ghosts, scare them off, or, you know, become best friends with them." He winked at you as though that was the most logical thing in the world.

You snorted. "Yeah, because that's totally how haunted houses work." You glanced at Mydei, who stood a few feet away, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, looking like he was seriously reconsidering this whole idea.

"Let’s just get this over with," Mydei grumbled, his voice deep and steady. His ash blonde hair with the red tips caught the moonlight as he looked up at the house, the golden sharpness of his eyes cutting through the darkness. Even though he was always grumpy and reserved, there was a protective air about him—especially when it came to the two of you.

Phainon, always the troublemaker, didn’t seem to notice Mydei’s evident lack of enthusiasm. "Don’t be such a downer, Mydei! We're here for adventure!" He nudged Mydei with his elbow, and the grumpy man flinched.

Mydei shot him a sharp glare. "I’m not a damn child, Phainon. You’re the one acting like a hyped-up puppy," he snapped, stepping forward, his broad shoulders tensing as he adjusted his grip on the flashlight.

Phainon smirked, unfazed by Mydei’s usual grumpy demeanor. "Oh, I’ll act however I damn well please," he replied, sticking out his tongue. "Besides, you don’t get to act all cool when we’re about to step into a haunted mansion. You’re just as scared as me!" He shot Mydei a teasing grin.

"I’m not scared," Mydei growled, his voice low. "I just don’t like wasting my time."

"Yeah, sure. That’s why you’re about to faint from fear," Phainon teased, poking him in the ribs. "And I bet I’ll get more ghost friends than you. I’m just way more approachable."

Mydei shot Phainon a deadpan look. "You think that thing will like you more? It’d eat you first, just to shut you up."

Phainon laughed. "I’m irresistible, though! Maybe I’ll make it fall in love with me!"

You had to laugh, shaking your head. "You two are ridiculous."

Phainon stuck out his tongue and skipped ahead, completely ignoring Mydei, who stood in place for a moment, shaking his head as he muttered something under his breath.

"I can’t believe I’m stuck with these two..." Mydei grumbled to himself. He let out an exaggerated sigh before following you and Phainon toward the door.

The entrance creaked ominously as you pushed it open. Dust and cobwebs lined the corners of the hallway as the smell of mildew filled the air.

Phainon, ever the optimist, clapped his hands together. "This is gonna be so good! Look at how spooky this is!"

Mydei raised an eyebrow at Phainon. "I can’t tell if you’re genuinely excited or just trying to annoy me."

Phainon grinned, his eyes dancing. "Why not both?"

"Because you’re insufferable," Mydei muttered, his hand on the hilt of the sword he had brought along just in case things got... interesting.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at your lips. These two, with their chaotic energy, had a way of making even the most terrifying situations feel like a joke. Though, deep down, you knew they had each other's backs. Even if they argued constantly, there was an unspoken bond between them.

Suddenly, a loud bang echoed through the house, causing you to flinch. You turned to Phainon, who had accidentally knocked a pile of dusty books off a table.

"Phainon!" Mydei hissed, eyes narrowing. "You almost gave me a damn heart attack!"

"What?! It wasn’t my fault! The books just wanted to fall!" Phainon defended himself, grinning like an idiot.

Mydei crossed his arms, his posture rigid. "You’re not even funny. I swear, every time you open your mouth, I lose ten years off my life."

"Yeah, well, at least I make this fun," Phainon shot back, sticking out his tongue. "You just stand there looking like a big, scary statue."

You shook your head at the bickering, but it was hard to suppress your smile. Despite their constant arguing, you loved how much they cared for each other.

Suddenly, there was another noise from deeper inside the house—a creaking sound, followed by a soft whisper that sent a shiver down your spine. Your hand instinctively reached for Phainon’s sleeve, and you didn’t miss the way Mydei’s eyes flicked to you, though his expression remained impassive.

"What was that?" you whispered, heart pounding.

"Probably just the house settling," Mydei replied, though his voice was quieter now, more cautious. "Let’s keep moving. We don’t want to get stuck in here."

Phainon bounced on his heels, a mischievous grin on his face. "I’m just waiting for the ghosts to come out and freak you both out. They’ll run scared when they see my beautiful face."

"That’s the last thing they’ll do," Mydei muttered under his breath.

"Ha! You’re just jealous," Phainon shot back, raising an eyebrow at Mydei. "You wish you were as charming as me."

Mydei just growled in response.

The three of you ventured deeper into the mansion, navigating the winding halls and dodging more falling bookshelves. The walls were covered in eerie portraits with eyes that seemed to follow you. At one point, Phainon had to stifle a laugh as one of the portraits fell off the wall and crashed to the floor, shattering into pieces.

"Whoops!" Phainon exclaimed. "Guess the ghosts don’t like art."

"You’re impossible," Mydei groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Before you could respond, a chill swept through the room, and the lights flickered, casting long shadows across the walls.

"Okay... that was definitely not the wind," Phainon muttered, suddenly serious.

"Yeah," you said quietly, your heart thumping in your chest. "I think we should go."

But just as you turned to leave, the door at the end of the hallway slammed shut, trapping you inside.

Phainon’s grin was back in an instant. "See? I told you, I’m irresistible."

Mydei didn’t even look amused anymore. "You better get us out of here before I strangle you."

The door slammed shut with a deafening thud, the sound echoing down the hall. You froze, your pulse quickening, and Phainon let out a laugh that was a little too forced.

"Well, this is fine. Totally fine," Phainon said, his voice faltering just slightly. His usual grin was now replaced with a nervous smile, but his eyes still sparkled with that mischievous glint. "I’m sure it’s just, you know, some natural phenomena causing the door to lock by itself."

"Phainon," Mydei’s voice was low and dangerous, a tone you had only heard when he was truly upset, his fingers flexing as if itching for something to punch. "I swear to the gods, if this is your doing—"

"Oh no, no, no!" Phainon interrupted quickly, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "I swear it wasn't me!" He gave a half-hearted laugh but quickly stopped as he looked around, his eyes scanning the room as if expecting something to jump out at him at any moment.

Mydei exhaled, clearly not impressed. "Let's just find a way out before this place decides it wants to trap us inside."

You didn’t have to say anything. Mydei’s words were enough to make you move faster, even though the darkness seemed to stretch on forever, pressing in around you. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. The last thing you needed was to panic right now.

You approached the door and turned the handle, but it was no use. The door was locked from the other side. Something was holding it shut. The temperature in the room dropped again, and this time, it wasn’t from the wind. You felt it—a cold, creeping sensation that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

"Alright, this is getting real now," Phainon whispered, his voice uncharacteristically tense. He had wandered off a little, his fingers lightly grazing the walls of the hallway. "So, let’s figure out what’s going on here before we become ghost food, yeah?"

But it was Mydei who stepped forward, his large frame blocking your view of the door. His golden eyes were narrowed, scanning the surroundings with that quiet intensity he always had.

"Stay close," he ordered, his voice more serious than you had ever heard it. "Don’t stray."

You and Phainon exchanged a quick glance. The playful energy from earlier had evaporated, replaced by something else—something unspoken. Despite Mydei’s grumpy exterior, his protective instincts were always there when it counted. He wasn’t just trying to act tough for the sake of it. He was looking out for you both.

Phainon nodded, now a little more subdued, and followed behind you, staying close to Mydei.

As you ventured further down the hallway, you noticed the walls seemed to pulse with an unnatural rhythm, the shadows in the corners almost alive. The flickering lights overhead didn’t help the situation. Every time the light went out, your heartbeat sped up, your fingers twitching in anticipation of something horrific. But when the lights flickered back on, the hallway was exactly as it had been before.

"Okay, I’m officially creeped out," Phainon whispered. "This place is messed up. And I don’t mean the good kind of messed up, either."

"I know," you muttered, barely above a whisper. "This doesn’t feel right."

Mydei’s eyes flicked from side to side. "The air feels heavier the further we go. Stay alert."

Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hall, and you all froze.

It was slow, deliberate. Footsteps that weren’t yours. They came closer, echoing off the walls like a reminder that you weren’t alone.

You clenched your fists, trying not to let your nerves show. "This isn’t funny anymore," you whispered, but Phainon, ever the optimist, was already spinning on his heel to face the noise. His usual grin returned.

"Oh, come on! It’s just a ghost trying to scare us. Big whoop." Phainon chuckled nervously, his voice faltering. "I bet it’s just some clumsy spirit tripping over its own ectoplasm."

But Mydei’s face had gone deathly pale. "No... That’s not it," he muttered, his eyes hardening as he reached for his weapon.

Before any of you could react, the door at the far end of the hallway slammed open, and a rush of cold air swept into the room. A shadowy figure stood in the doorway, its shape barely visible in the dim light. The faintest whisper could be heard, a haunting voice that filled the space.

"Leave... now..."

You shuddered, taking a step back as Phainon’s eyes widened. "That is not just some clumsy ghost," Phainon whispered under his breath.

Mydei pushed past you both, his muscles tensing as he slowly advanced toward the door. "Stay behind me," he ordered, his voice steady despite the growing tension in the air.

You, now fully aware of the danger surrounding you, didn’t question Mydei’s command. You stayed behind him, close to Phainon.

"Who are you?" Mydei called out into the dark doorway, his voice firm and demanding. "What do you want from us?"

There was a long pause.

Then the figure stepped forward, and the air turned even colder. You felt the icy fingers of fear crawl up your spine. The spirit was tall, its body translucent, its face hollow and shrouded in shadows. Its empty eyes locked onto you with a silent intensity.

The voice came again—soft, hollow, but unmistakable. "You shouldn’t have come here..."

You felt a chill ripple through your bones as the spirit’s hollow gaze turned toward you. Your throat tightened, and you instinctively stepped closer to Mydei.

Phainon, however, didn’t seem phased. He took a step forward and waved at the spirit. "Yo, are you the ghost that owns this creepy house? You know, it’s a little bit of a dump. Not to mention, super haunted. Pretty bad for business, don’t you think?" He gave a big grin, though there was a hint of nervousness in his voice.

The spirit’s gaze flickered to Phainon, and for a moment, it seemed as though the air itself had turned to ice.

"You—" it hissed, and its voice split into a chorus of whispers. "You disturb what is sacred."

Phainon’s grin faltered, but he stood his ground. "Yeah, yeah. I’m sure whatever you’re upset about could’ve been avoided if you had a better sense of hospitality. But we don’t mind the haunting, really. We’re used to spooks." He winked at you, trying to keep the mood light, even if it wasn’t working.

Mydei, on the other hand, stepped forward, his jaw clenched. "Enough." His voice was a commanding growl, filled with authority. "We’re leaving. You won’t stop us."

The spirit tilted its head, and with that, the walls of the hallway began to shift, the space warping like it was breathing. The temperature dropped further, and the whispers grew louder, more frantic.

"You will regret this..." The spirit's voice grew deeper, more menacing. "You will never leave..."

Mydei didn’t hesitate. With a swift motion, he turned, grabbing your arm and yanking you toward him. Phainon, following behind you, was grinning again, but it was a nervous grin this time.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let’s get out of here before it gets any more upset!" Phainon said, eyes scanning the walls as the house seemed to press in on you.

With Mydei leading the way, the three of you ran, navigating through the maze of corridors, trying to outrun the angry spirit and the curses it hurled at you.

As you and Mydei rushed through the hallway, Phainon was right on your heels, practically tripping over his own feet as his usual cheeriness turned into pure panic. "I don't like this! I really don’t like this!" he yelped, almost knocking into a lamp as he scrambled to keep up with you both. "Why do we always end up in these situations? Why are we the ones getting chased by ghosts?!"

You shot him a glance, still trying to focus on not getting actually murdered, but Phainon’s wide-eyed expression was enough to break your concentration. “Seriously, Phainon? Right now?”

“I don’t know what’s happening!” Phainon screeched, his voice a little higher than normal, making you wonder how he was still managing to hold it together in some odd, comical way. "The ghost’s pissed! And now it’s making everything all… spooky!!"

“I swear, I’m going to start screaming,” you muttered, your voice getting shaky as the air around you grew colder. The hallway seemed to stretch on forever, and the whispers—oh god—the whispers were getting louder. You swore you could almost hear them saying your name.

Phainon, not helping in the slightest, suddenly screeched, "Oh my god, it’s behind us! It’s right there!!" He whipped around dramatically, his hands flailing in the air as though he could somehow ward off the spirit by sheer panic.

It wasn’t behind you. It wasn’t anywhere close.

"Mydei!" Phainon wailed, grabbing his arm dramatically. "Save meeee!"

Mydei barely even flinched, his sharp golden eyes scanning their surroundings with that ever-present air of annoyance, but underneath it, you could see him trying not to chuckle. "Phainon, stop acting like a child," he growled, not missing a beat. “The ghost's not going to catch us if you keep screaming like a little girl.”

"Oh, so we’re doing the ‘who’s the toughest’ thing now, huh?!" Phainon’s voice cracked on the last word, making the tension in the air almost unbearable. "You just wait, my frightened little heart can’t take much more! I'm not cut out for this!" He clutched his chest, looking like he was going to have a heart attack right there. "Just let me live!!"

Mydei, sighing heavily, muttered, “You’re such a pain.”

Before you could stop yourself, you let out a short, nervous laugh. "Yeah, I think we’ve all been a little too dramatic here…"

As you tried to ignore the rising sense of dread in your chest, the spirit’s eerie whispers grew louder. Phainon’s eyes widened and suddenly, without warning, he grabbed your arm and pulled you into a perfectly timed scream of sheer terror as the shadows seemed to swirl around you.

“IT’S COMING FOR US!!!”

“Phainon, stop!” you hissed, tugging your arm away as he clung to you like a frightened koala, causing you to stumble forward.

“Oh no!” Phainon gasped, looking around wildly. “The ghost is too strong for us!!”

“No, Phainon!” you groaned, holding back another burst of laughter. “The ghost isn’t real, it’s just some shadowy figure trying to scare us!”

"Trying to scare us?! It's succeeding!" he practically screamed, his voice cracking in a most undignified way. He was full on panicking now, his hands scrambling for anything to grab onto. “It’s getting closer! Do you feel that?! The temperature is dropping!”

“I think the temperature’s been dropping since we got in here,” Mydei said with a bored expression, walking ahead, clearly done with Phainon’s theatrics.

“Stop being so calm!” Phainon wailed, "How can you be calm in this haunted house?!" His hand shot out, grabbing a nearby table for dear life. “My life is flashing before my eyes!!”

“Dramatic much?” you said, trying not to laugh at his antics. "Calm down, I don’t think it’s—"

Suddenly, the lights went out.

The three of you froze in place, the only sound the soft thrum of your own heartbeat.

And then… the whispering returned. Louder. Closer.

“Oh, hell no,” Phainon squeaked, his voice going up an octave higher. "I knew it! I knew it was going to—"

“Phainon, for the love of god, stop screaming,” Mydei growled, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice now, his arms crossed. "You’re more of a nuisance than the actual ghost."

“Oh, shut up,” Phainon whined, now clinging to your side like a human shield. "We’re all going to die here. I just know it!"

“Mydei, is it actually behind us now?” you whispered, feeling a chill creep down your spine as you glanced over your shoulder.

“No,” Mydei answered nonchalantly, “But it’s definitely getting closer.”

You turned back around to see Phainon’s face, which had somehow turned a shade paler than usual.

The whispers grew louder again. And then—

A chair suddenly flipped over behind you with a loud crash, causing all three of you to freeze. Phainon was the first to scream, and this time, his scream was not a small, panicked shout—it was a full-on, high-pitched scream that could rival the most frightened cat.

“WAAAAH!” Phainon shrieked, literally jumping behind you and clinging to Mydei’s back like some kind of terrified parasite.

"Mydei!!" you shouted, barely able to contain your own laughter as you backed up. "Do something! Phainon’s gonna cause a scene."

“I am the scene!” Phainon continued, barely making any sense as he clung to Mydei like he was some kind of lifeline. "I’ll scream all the way to the afterlife if I have to, but I am NOT dealing with this haunted disaster!"

“Will you shut up?” Mydei grumbled, clearly losing his patience.

But it was too late.

A shadow suddenly shot out from the corner, and in one fluid motion, a cold hand clasped around your wrist, making you yelp and pull away.

"Okay, okay!! I’m out! I’m OUT!" Phainon screamed at the top of his lungs, finally snapping into full-on survival mode, and pulling you both toward the door. “THIS WAS A MISTAKE! I’M NEVER GOING INTO A HAUNTED HOUSE AGAIN!!”

With Phainon dragging you by the arm, Mydei let out a sharp huff, but even he couldn’t hide the small smirk forming at the corners of his lips as he followed along.

“Let’s just go before he burns down the whole damn house,” Mydei muttered under his breath.

And somehow, you all managed to escape… barely.

SORRY ITS SHORT IM WORKING ON AN UNBIELVABLY LONG PHAINON FIC RN!! IF YOU ALL WANT TO BE TAGGED IN THE FIC, PLEASE DM ABT AND UH COMMENT, ILL TAG YOU ALL :3

[devdozes]

LMAOOO NEVER THOUGHT ABT PHAINON AND FLAME REAVER BEING TWINS ITS SOO GOOODD do you have more food about them, pretty please?

PHAINON AND FLAMEREAVER TWINS HEADCANON TIMEE

phainon x reader x flamereaver bro thats crazy

🌙 FLAMEREAVER!!-

-He does not care about anyone else but you. He’s cold, uninterested, and side-eyes everyone like they’re beneath him—unless it’s you.

-People thought he didn’t know how to smile until they saw him literally melt whenever you so much as acknowledge his existence.

-If you hug him? Congratulations, he stops functioning.

You: “Flame Reaver, you’re warm.” Him: I will never wash this hoodie again.

-He always acts nonchalant, but the second Phainon does something cute like holding your hand, Flame Reaver does it immediately after but 10x more intense.

Phainon ruffles your hair? Flame Reaver straight-up picks you up bridal style and refuses to put you down.

Phainon leans on your shoulder? Flame Reaver buries his face in your neck.

-Obsessively observant. If you mention off-handedly that you like a certain snack, expect him to casually pull it out of his bag and hand it to you. ("Hn. You like it, right?")

-Pretends to be mysterious but is actually a massive baby when it comes to you. You once ignored him as a joke, and he sulked in the corner, refusing to make eye contact for an hour. -Acts so cold and unbothered, but the second you leave, his entire mood drops like a crashed stock market.

-The exact type of person to sit in the corner in silence, arms crossed, looking deep in thought— but in reality, he’s just replaying every interaction with you in his head. -Secretly follows your schedule and knows where you usually are. If you’re late or missing, he casually (not casual at all) checks the area where you usually hang out. -Phantom limb syndrome but with you.

-“Something’s missing… Oh. It’s (Name).” -If someone mentions your name, his entire focus snaps to them like a cat hearing a can of tuna open. -Would never admit it, but if you don’t show up for school one day, he’s literally in a bad mood the entire day and glares at everyone like it’s their fault.

-Buys you things without asking. Just silently hands you gifts like it’s normal.

-“Here.” (Casually gives you a ridiculously expensive necklace.) -“Why?” -“Because.” (No further explanation.)

-Carries your bags for you.

-No exceptions. You once tried to carry them yourself, and he literally took them from your hands and stared at you until you gave up.

-If you so much as glance at something for 0.2 seconds, he’s already getting it for you.

“You looked at that for too long. It’s yours now.”

-Prepares things before you even realize you need them.

-You forgot your jacket? He already has one ready. -You’re craving something? He already bought it. You’re tired? He physically drags you somewhere to sit.

☀️ PHAINON!!-

-A ray of sunshine, a ball of energy, but still so down bad for you it’s hilarious.

-Whines if you don’t give him attention for more than five minutes. Literally follows you around like a puppy.

-“Where are you going? Can I come? No? Then, I’ll wait for you right here—don’t take too long!”

-Gets jealous of Flame Reaver but in a “No fair!!” way instead of an intense way.

"Why does he get to sit next to you? I called dibs first!!"

-Super affectionate and has no concept of personal space with you. Will casually put his head on your lap, throw an arm around your shoulder, or pull you into bear hugs without thinking.

-Once tripped while walking and grabbed your hand to steady himself—never let go.

-Loves showing off in front of you. Sports? Academics? He’s suddenly the best at it if you’re watching.

-Cracks terrible jokes just to see you smile. If you ever laugh at them, expect him to grin for hours like an idiot.

-Unlike Flame Reaver, who simmers in quiet obsession, Phainon is loud and proud about liking you.

“(Name) is literally the best person in the world, I’m so lucky to be their best friend! I mean— -Physically cannot sit still. He pouts, sighs dramatically, and acts like you’re gone forever even if you’re just five minutes late. “I am dying. My heart is broken. Oh wait—hold on—(Name) texted me!!”

-Checks his phone every two seconds but pretends he’s not looking. -Catches himself doing it, sighs, and throws his phone onto the table like he’s in a drama.

-Literally complains to everyone about how you’re not there. “Ughhh, I’m so bored. This sucks. (Name) isn’t here.”

-If you don’t answer a text, he texts again.

Text 1: “Hey!!” Text 2 (5 mins later): “What’s up?” Text 3 (10 mins later): “Hello?? You’re not dead, right???” Text 4 (15 mins later): “I miss you. Come back.”

-Unintentionally third-wheels himself into other people’s conversations but makes it everyone’s problem that you’re not there.

Friend: “Hey, Phainon, wanna—” Phainon: “I miss (Reader) :(”

-Loves taking you out and spoiling you with fun experiences.

-“Ohhh, you’ve never been there before? Let’s go! Right now!” -“Wanna try that new café? My treat!”

-Buys you plushies. A concerning amount.

“Look, it reminded me of you!” (Says this every single time.) Your room is slowly turning into a plushie kingdom.

-If he ever sees you even slightly stressed, he immediately drags you away to relax.

“Nope. We’re taking a break. Come on, let’s go get ice cream.”

THE SILLIES AUGHURJFHJIOEAR

[devdozes]

To love and be loved.

im sorry, im feeling ina really bad and tired out mood and health is shit too, ily all

It was happening again.

That hollow, crushing weight in your chest, pressing down like an invisible force, making it hard to breathe. Your fingers twitched against your phone screen, scanning over messages that never existed, notifications that never arrived. The group chat was active, laughter spilling through texts and voice notes, but none of it was meant for you.

They never meant for you.

You always knew, didn’t you? That you were just... there. Not chosen. Not loved. Not the first thought in someone’s mind. Not the reason someone’s day brightened. You loved so loudly, so freely, with open arms and warm words, making sure people felt seen, felt understood, felt cared for. And yet, no one did the same for you.

No one ever did.

You felt pathetic, scrolling through old conversations, searching for a time someone reached out first—just once, just to prove yourself wrong. But there was nothing. You always sent the first text, made the first move, extended the first olive branch. And the moment you stopped, silence followed.

Did anyone even notice when you weren’t there? Did anyone miss your presence, your thoughts, your voice?

Your chest tightened, a suffocating ache spreading through your ribs. It wasn’t just loneliness. It was being unwanted, unnoticed. It was knowing that if you disappeared, the world would keep turning, conversations would flow without pause, plans would be made without an empty space where you should be.

Your hands trembled as you reached for your sketchbook—the one place where your emotions spilled freely, where you didn’t have to filter yourself, where you could pour every unsaid word into lines and colors. You flipped through the pages, past unfinished drawings and abandoned ideas, each one proof of something you once loved. But even that felt empty now. No one ever cared enough to ask about your work, to truly see you in it. They praised in passing, but never lingered. Never tried to understand the meaning behind your strokes, your thoughts, your world.

You squeezed your eyes shut.

God, you were tired. Tired of fighting for a place in people’s lives. Tired of making excuses for why they never stayed, why they never chose you. Tired of pretending it didn’t hurt when you saw them effortlessly love others in the way you longed to be loved.

Your breath hitched, and before you could stop it, a choked sob ripped from your throat. The dam broke. Tears spilled, hot and relentless, sliding down your cheeks as silent cries wracked your body. You curled into yourself, as if you could make yourself disappear, as if maybe—just maybe—if you were small enough, you wouldn’t have to feel this anymore.

You just wanted to be loved. Truly, wholly, unconditionally. Was that too much to fucking ask?

Phainon frowned as he glanced at his phone, fingers drumming restlessly against his thigh. Something felt off. He wasn’t the type to jump to conclusions, but the silence from you wasn’t normal. Not for you.

You were the kind of person who always reached out first, who made sure others felt included, who sent the little messages that reminded people they weren’t alone. And now? Now you were the one who had gone quiet.

He hated it.

His cerulean blue eyes flickered to the time. It was late, but that didn’t matter. You mattered. And if something was wrong—no, when something was wrong—he wasn’t going to sit around and wait for you to break apart in silence.

Grabbing his jacket, he stepped outside, the cool air biting against his skin. He knew where you’d be. He always paid attention, even when you thought no one did. He noticed the way you curled into yourself when you were overwhelmed, the way your hands twitched when you were holding back words. He noticed the way you hesitated before speaking sometimes, as if waiting for permission to exist.

It pissed him off.

You didn’t need permission. You deserved the world, and it enraged him that no one had ever made sure you knew that.

His pace quickened. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ The roar of the engine ripped through the night as Phainon tore through the streets, his grip on the handlebars tight enough to make his knuckles ache. He was going too fast—recklessly fast—but he didn’t care. His thoughts were drowning in a sea of worry, panic clawing at his chest like something feral, something desperate.

You were alone right now. Crying, maybe. Curled up, trembling, falling apart in silence because no one ever fucking cared enough to notice.

Except he did.

Phainon’s jaw clenched as the streetlights blurred past him, the wind whipping through his already messy hair. His heart pounded against his ribs, an unrelenting beat that matched the storm brewing inside him. He wasn’t just worried—he was furious. Not at you. Never at you.

At them.

At every person who let you feel this way. At every so-called friend who only remembered you when it was convenient. At every thoughtless comment that chipped away at you over the years, carving the scars he knew you kept hidden behind soft smiles and deflected jokes.

You gave so much of yourself—your time, your love, your patience—only to be met with indifference. And now, you were breaking, and no one was there to catch you.

No one except him.

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to breathe, to focus. He needed to get to you. He needed to see you, to wrap his arms around you and pull you into his chest and hold you so tightly you’d have no choice but to feel how much you mattered.

He needed to tell you that you weren’t invisible, that your absence left a gaping hole whether people admitted it or not. That he saw you, truly saw you, in a way no one else ever had.

His fingers flexed on the throttle, his mind racing as fast as his bike. He didn’t care if he was breaking the speed limit. He didn’t care if his phone buzzed with more unanswered texts. None of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was getting to you before you drowned in that loneliness you tried so hard to hide.

The water is cold.

It clings to your clothes, soaking through fabric, seeping into your skin, curling against your bones. The weight of it drags you down, makes your limbs heavy, makes your chest feel tight. You stare up at the surface, the way the light bends and warps above, refracting in endless, shifting shapes that don’t quite make sense.

You wish you could stay here.

It’s quiet.

No one’s looking. No one’s expecting anything. No one’s demanding that you be something more, something better, something worth noticing.

A deep, aching sigh rumbles from your chest, lost in the water before it can ever reach the air. You shut your eyes. For a moment, just a moment, you let yourself pretend that this is where you belong. That you aren’t meant to be elsewhere. That if you disappeared, no one would notice—because isn’t that the truth?

You always notice. You always care. You always reach out, always make people feel seen. You remember their favorite things, remember the way their voice lilts when they’re excited, the little details that make them who they are. You make space for them in your heart, pour love into every crevice, remind them they matter, that they are loved, that they are wanted.

But when it’s you?

Nothing.

No one.

They forget.They talk over you. They choose someone else. They never say your name first, never think of you the way you think of them. You could disappear, and life would move on like you were never there.

A bitter, sharp ache digs into your chest, spreading through your ribs like vines wrapping tight, constricting, pulling. You bite down on the inside of your cheek, hands curling weakly at your sides, nails digging into your own palms.

Why does it always have to be like this?

Why does no one ever choose you?

Your lungs burn. You open your eyes, and the ceiling light above you looks so distant. Too far away. Too out of reach.

Then, suddenly—

A pair of hands yank you up.

You break the surface with a sharp gasp, water splashing everywhere, your vision blurry and unfocused. Before you can register what’s happening, you’re being pulled against something warm, strong, solid. Someone’s arms wrap around you, holding you tightly as if you’ll disappear if they don’t.

"What the hell were you thinking?"

The voice is familiar. You blink, trying to clear your vision, and you’re met with cerulean blue eyes—wild with panic, anger, something too close to fear. Messy hair falls over his forehead, damp from the water. His grip on you tightens, his brows furrowing as he scans your face, as if trying to make sure you’re real.Phainon.

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. What could you even say? That you weren’t trying to drown? That you just wanted to feel weightless, just for a moment? That you’re tired—so, so tired—of feeling like you have to scream just to be heard?

He exhales sharply, his hands trembling slightly as he cups your face, tilting your head up so you can’t look away. "You scare me sometimes, you know that?" His voice wavers, barely above a whisper. "You act like no one cares about you, like no one would notice if you just… faded away. But I do."

Your breath catches.

"I notice when you’re quiet. I notice when you smile but it doesn’t reach your eyes. I notice when you do everything you can to make people feel special but never let anyone do the same for you. And it drives me crazy because you deserve—" He stops, swallows hard, his grip on you tightening just slightly. "You deserve so much more than what people give you. And I swear, I—"

His voice cracks, and it makes something deep inside you tremble. Your hands, still weak, clutch at his shirt, like if you let go, you’ll sink again.

"I see you," he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours. "I always have. And I’m not going to let you disappear."

Something breaks inside you. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

You don’t know when you start shaking.

Maybe it’s the cold. Maybe it’s the way his words sink into your chest like an anchor, heavier than anything you’ve ever held. Maybe it’s the way he’s looking at you—like you’re something fragile, something precious, something he can’t afford to lose. His forehead stays pressed against yours, his breath warm against your damp skin, his grip steady, unwavering.

And it’s too much.

Your throat tightens, a choked sound escaping before you can swallow it down. Phainon’s arms tighten around you instantly, as if sensing the way your body trembles, as if he’s the only thing keeping you from breaking apart entirely.

“Hey, hey,” he murmurs, voice softer now, laced with something raw. He shifts, adjusting his hold on you like he’s afraid you’ll slip away. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

You shake your head. “I’m not.”

The words spill out before you can stop them, hoarse and brittle, years of exhaustion layered beneath them. “I’m not okay, Phainon. I—” Your breath hitches, your fingers gripping his shirt tighter. “I don’t think I ever have been.”

Phainon doesn’t speak right away. He just holds you closer, his heartbeat steady against your ear. Then, after a moment—

“I know.”

Two simple words, yet they unravel you more than anything else. Because he does. He knows. He sees you in a way no one else ever has, in a way no one else has ever bothered to. He’s seen the cracks, the way you try to stitch yourself together with borrowed thread, the way you pour yourself out for others until there’s nothing left.

And he cares anyway.

The realization crashes over you, as overwhelming as the water had been, as suffocating as the silence you’ve endured for so long. Your breath shudders, your body curling into his without thinking. He lets you. He doesn’t move, doesn’t pull away, doesn’t tell you to calm down or to stop crying. He just holds you, his hands firm, grounding you in a way you didn’t realize you needed.

“I just… I try so hard,” you whisper, voice barely audible, as if saying it out loud will make it hurt more. “I try so hard to be enough. To be someone worth staying for. But it never feels like it matters. It never feels like I matter.”

Phainon lets out a sharp breath, his grip on you tightening just slightly. “That’s not true.”

You close your eyes. “It feels true.”

His hands move to cup your face again, tilting it up so you have no choice but to meet his gaze. There’s something fierce in his expression, something that burns through the chill in your bones. “Then let me prove you wrong.”

Your lips part, but no words come out. He exhales, resting his forehead against yours again, his thumbs brushing lightly over your cheeks, wiping away the dampness that lingers there.

“You matter to me.”

The words are whispered like a promise, like a vow carved into the fabric of the universe itself. “I notice you. I always have. And I swear, I’m not going to let you fade away.”

A shuddering breath escapes you, something inside you fracturing, something loosening just enough for the weight on your chest to lessen, even if only a little.

The sobs tear through you, raw and jagged, shaking your entire body. The weight of everything—every unnoticed moment, every time you were left behind, every instance of being overlooked—presses down on you all at once. It crashes over you like a wave, suffocating, unbearable. And yet, Phainon doesn’t let go.

His arms stay firm around you, holding you against his chest as if anchoring you to reality. His warmth seeps into you, contrasting the cold that still clings to your skin. His hands, so large and steady, stroke soothing circles along your back, threading through your wet hair, grounding you in the only way he knows how.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, voice low, gentle. “Let it out. I’m here.”

But you shake your head fiercely against his chest. He doesn’t understand. He can’t. “You say that,” you choke out, voice hoarse, “but no one ever stays. No one ever means it.”

His grip tightens. “I do.”

You don’t—can’t—believe him. How could you? When people always say they care but never act like it? When no one remembers you the way you remember them? When you give and give and give, and in return, you are met with nothing?

“They don’t care,” you whisper brokenly. “They never have. No one—no one chooses me. No one ever wants me.” Your throat burns, chest caving in, as the words spill free, the truth you’ve buried so deep finally exposed, laid bare before him.

The words hang in the air between you, raw and exposed, like an open wound. Your breath shudders, your fingers curling into Phainon’s shirt, grasping at fabric like it’s the only thing keeping you tethered to this moment.

You want to believe him.

You want to believe that someone, anyone, sees you. That someone cares—that someone chooses you, not out of obligation or convenience, but because they want to.

But the belief won’t take root. It withers before it can bloom, strangled by years of being overlooked, forgotten, pushed aside.

You squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head. “No one ever stays, Phainon,” you whisper, voice barely there, almost swallowed by the silence between your ragged breaths. “They say they care, but they don’t. Not really. They forget. They move on. I’m never—” Your throat tightens, cutting off the words.

You try to pull away, as if distance could protect you from the weight of your own emotions. As if pushing him away first will make it hurt less when he inevitably leaves.

But Phainon doesn’t let you go.

His arms only tighten around you, holding you steady, firm, unyielding. His warmth is steady, his heartbeat a solid, grounding rhythm against your ear. “I don’t know what they’ve done to make you feel like this,” he murmurs, voice low, thick with something you don’t know how to name. “I don’t know why they never see you the way they should. But I do. I always have.”

You want to scream that it’s not true. That it can’t be. That no one ever does. That it’s a lie, because if it’s not—if he’s telling the truth—then that means all the loneliness, all the heartbreak, all the years of feeling unseen were not because you weren’t worth loving, but because they simply chose not to.

And that thought is unbearable.

Your hands tremble against his chest. “You’ll leave too,” you whisper. It’s not a question. It’s a certainty. A truth you’ve learned to accept.

Phainon exhales sharply, his hold on you shifting, just enough to pull back and cup your face in his hands. His fingers are calloused but gentle, thumbs brushing away the remnants of tears from your cheeks. He’s looking at you like you’re the only thing in the world. Like you matter.

It’s almost too much to bear.

“I won’t.” His voice is steady, but there’s something fierce beneath it, something angry—not at you, but at the world, at whoever made you feel this way. His cerulean blue eyes burn with frustration, with something close to desperation. “I don’t care how long it takes, or how many times you try to push me away. I see you. And I’m not going anywhere.”

You can’t breathe.

Because you want—god, you want—to believe him.

But belief is a dangerous thing. Hope is a dangerous thing.

And you don’t know if you can survive being let down again.

Phainon watches you carefully, like he’s afraid you’ll shatter if he lets go. His hands stay on your face, thumbs brushing lightly over your damp cheeks, grounding you in his warmth. The raw emotion in his eyes—frustration, concern, something deeper you can’t name—makes it hard to look at him.

You don’t know what to say.

You want to believe him. But the weight of every broken promise, every empty reassurance you’ve ever been given, hangs heavy in your chest, making it impossible to accept his words without fear.

Phainon must sense it because he suddenly exhales, long and dramatic, and tilts his head. “You know, I could let you go, but then I’d have to deal with the unbearable heartbreak of you running off again, and frankly, my fragile heart can’t handle that.”

You blink at him.

His lips twitch like he’s fighting a smirk. “I mean, you wouldn’t actually leave me here, right? Wet and abandoned? Cold? Drenched in misery?” He gasps, placing a dramatic hand over his chest. “What if I catch a cold? What if I never recover? What if I waste away, never knowing joy again?”

Despite yourself, your lips twitch. “You’d survive.”

He leans in slightly, grinning. “Would I, though? Would I really? Think about it—six-foot-two man, emotionally devastated, caught in the rain like the tragic protagonist of a sad indie film—doomed to forever wander the earth, lamenting his lost happiness.”

You sniff, trying to glare at him, but he looks so utterly ridiculous—drenched, hair sticking to his forehead, eyes comically wide with fake despair—that a small, broken laugh escapes you before you can stop it.

It’s barely there, but Phainon’s eyes immediately light up like you just handed him the universe.

“There it is,” he murmurs, his tone softer now, real. “There’s my girl.”

Your breath catches. You shake your head, suddenly overwhelmed again, but this time it’s different—less crushing, less suffocating.

Phainon notices, and instead of letting go, he shifts, wrapping you fully in his arms again, resting his chin on the top of your head. He rocks you slightly, slow and soothing, like he’s trying to physically shake the sadness from your bones.

“I meant what I said, you know,” he murmurs. “I’m not leaving. You can try to argue, you can push me away, but I will keep showing up. And, if necessary, I will annoy you into happiness.”

You let out another small, exhausted laugh, but it turns into something softer—a quiet exhale, a weight loosening in your chest, just a little.

Phainon hums, pleased. “See? It’s working already. I’m a genius.”

You roll your eyes, but your hands stay curled into the fabric of his soaked hoodie, holding on. “You’re something, alright.”

He grins. “I’ll take that as a win.”

Phainon keeps you wrapped in his arms for a while longer, letting you take what you need. His warmth seeps into you, steady and constant, like a lifeline pulling you back to shore. He doesn’t let go until your breathing evens out, until the weight on your chest feels a little less unbearable.

Then, with one last squeeze, he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. “Alright, I have a very important question for you.”

You blink up at him, still exhausted. “What?”

His expression is far too serious for the words that follow. “Would you rather have soup or something absolutely terrible but made with love?”

You stare. “...What?”

Phainon grins. “Well, the way I see it, I have two options here: I can make you something that actually tastes good, or I can attempt to cook something completely disastrous so you laugh at my pain and suffering. Either way, you’re eating.”

A quiet chuckle escapes you, small but real. “I’d rather not die of food poisoning, thanks.”

“Soup it is, then.” He stands up, stretching, before offering you a hand. “Come on. I have a foolproof recipe. Which is to say, I just throw things into a pot and hope for the best.”

Despite everything, you take his hand. He helps you up gently, making sure you don’t stumble, then leads you to the kitchen. He moves around with ease, talking the whole time—little jokes, casual observations, the occasional exaggerated complaint about cutting vegetables (“Why do onions exist? Who decided pain should be an ingredient?”).

You sit on the counter, watching him, something warm settling in your chest. He’s so unwavering, so present. And even though your mind still fights against it, whispering doubts in the back of your head, a small part of you starts to believe—just a little—that maybe, maybe, you aren’t as invisible as you thought.

By the time the soup is done, you feel lighter. Phainon dramatically serves it with a flourish, making an absolute show of presenting you a bowl like a five-star chef. “For m’lady,” he says, bowing. “Made with love and minimal effort.”

You snort, shaking your head, but take the bowl. It smells good. It’s warm. Just like him.

You eat together, and for the first time in a long while, the silence between you isn’t heavy.

Later that night, when you’re bundled up on his couch, Phainon disappears for a suspiciously long moment before returning with a very specific item.

Two, actually.

Matching shark onesies.

You stare at him. “You’re kidding.”

He waggles his eyebrows, holding them up like they’re a grand treasure. “Oh, I never joke about important things like this.”

“Phainon—”

“Shark onesies,” he repeats dramatically. “With hoods. And tiny fins. And extra softness for maximum coziness.” He winks. “Made just for you and your favorite six-foot-two idiot.”

You press a hand to your face, torn between exasperation and something dangerously close to fondness. “I don’t even have words for this.”

“That’s the exhaustion speaking. Come on.” He holds one out to you, shaking it slightly. “Just accept your fate.”

Despite yourself, you take it.

Not long after, you find yourself standing there in an oversized, absurdly comfortable shark onesie, feeling ridiculous. Phainon, of course, is wearing his own, grinning like an absolute menace.

“You look adorable,” he announces.

You glare. “I look ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously adorable,” he corrects, unbothered.

Before you can argue, he opens his arms in invitation. “Alright, c’mere.”

You hesitate for only a second before exhaustion wins. With a quiet sigh, you step forward and jump into his arms, clinging onto him like a koala.

Phainon catches you easily, laughing as he holds you up. “Well, this is unexpected, but I wholeheartedly approve.”

You bury your face in his shoulder, voice muffled. “Thank you.”

His grip tightens just slightly, warm and secure. “Always.”

And for the first time in a long time, you feel like maybe—just maybe—you don’t have to carry everything alone.

[devdozes]

Heyyy, how are you? Hope ur doing great.

I had an idea. Imagine spidey Phainon being alone in class bored ( he got there too early), sitting in his place, then he saw something interesting on his teachers desk and used his web trick to get the thing, but the moment he did that the reader walked in on him . Imagine ger getting a lil freaked out as she slammed the door shut and started running away from him in the halls pushing past people but ofc he can’t let the secret to spill out so he panics and starts chasing.

Take care and

Ty💍

Phainon sighed, slumping over his desk, absentmindedly tapping his fingers against the surface. He was way too early to class—again.

It wasn’t like he was trying to be an overachiever; being Spider-Man just meant he had an absolutely bonkers sleep schedule. One second he was web-slinging across the city, the next, he was forcing himself to attend an 8 AM class while running on nothing but sheer willpower and caffeine.

With a long sigh, he leaned back in his chair, staring at the empty classroom. It was eerily quiet. His professor wasn’t even here yet, which meant he was free to sit in boredom for who knows how long.

…Until something on the teacher’s desk caught his attention.

A tiny, shiny, cube-shaped thing, reflecting the light in a way that practically whispered, “Hey, take me.”

Curious, Phainon squinted at it. Was it candy? A fancy stapler? A weird piece of modern art? His curiosity got the best of him. His fingers twitched as instinct took over, and with a flick of his wrist—

Thwip!

His web shot forward, sticking perfectly onto the object. He gave a light tug, watching as the cube soared through the air toward him—

—and that was the exact moment you walked in.

The door swung open, and you stopped dead in your tracks, eyes locked onto the web still attached to Phainon’s fingers, the object mid-air.

There was a long, painfully awkward silence.

“…Oh.”

Your eye twitched. The door slammed shut as you turned on your heel and BOLTED down the hallway, pushing past students without hesitation.

“OH, COME ON!” Phainon yelped, his heart stopping for a solid second.

Crap. Crapcrapcrap. That was not how anyone was supposed to find out his secret! Panic set in as he shoved the cube into his pocket and dashed after you.

Students barely had time to react as you weaved through the hallways, knocking over someone’s textbooks, sidestepping a janitor, and nearly tripping over your own feet in your desperate attempt to escape.

Phainon wasn’t about to let you spill his secret, though. He dodged between students with ease, using his speed to catch up. “Hey, hey—WAIT!”

“NOPE! I SAW NOTHING! I’M LEAVING THE COUNTRY!!” you yelled over your shoulder.

Phainon groaned. You were fast, but he was faster. With one final push, he reached out, grabbed your wrist, and yanked you into an empty supply closet.

“WHA—”

Click.

The door shut behind you both, and you found yourself face-to-face with a very nervous, very out-of-breath Phainon.

He put a finger to his lips, eyes pleading. “Listen. We can talk about this, but first, deep breaths. You’re acting like I just committed a crime.”

“You LITERALLY shot a web like a dollar-store Spider-Man!” you whisper-yelled, eyes wide. “What even WAS that?!”

Phainon winced. “…Okay, first of all, rude. And second—uhhh, surprise?”

Your gaze flicked between him and his hand, which was still slightly coated in web residue.

“…So are you gonna eat me or something?”

“Oh my god—” Phainon groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Okay, let’s just—just let me explain, alright? Just don’t scream or run again.”

You stared at him for a long moment, still catching your breath, before crossing your arms. “Fine. But you better tell me everything, Web Boy.”

Phainon sighed in relief, though his lips twitched into a smirk. “Oh, trust me. You just signed up for a wild ride.”

You narrowed your eyes. “So what, you’re some kind of supervillain who steals office supplies?”

He rolled his eyes. “What—No! I’m Spider-Man!”

Silence.

Absolute silence.

You stared at him, blinking.

Phainon, realizing how stupid that sounded out loud, winced.

“YOU’RE SPIDER-MAN?!”

“Shhhh!” Phainon frantically clapped a hand over your mouth, looking around in a panic. “Do you WANT the entire school to hear?!”

You shoved his hand away. “YOU JUST CASUALLY DROP THAT ON ME AFTER CHASING ME THROUGH THE HALLS?!”

“Well, I panicked!” he shot back, looking incredibly stressed.

You took a deep breath. “Okay, okay. So. You’re Spider-Man.”

“Yes.”

“Like…the actual Spider-Man.”

“Yes.”

“And you’ve just been chilling here, in high school, stealing staplers with your webs?”

“I WASN’T STEALING IT! I WAS JUST—I WAS BORED, OKAY?!”

You stared at him for a long moment before slowly reaching into your bag, pulling out a granola bar, unwrapping it, and taking a long, slow bite.

Phainon watched, confused. “What… are you doing?”

“Processing.” You chewed thoughtfully.

Another beat of silence passed.

“So,” you said, swallowing. “If you’re Spider-Man, does that mean you’ve, like…saved the city and stuff?”

“Uh…yeah. A few times.”

“Huh.” You took another bite. “That’s kinda hot.”

Phainon nearly choked on air. “WHAT?!”

You shrugged, looking completely unfazed. “I mean, mysterious guy, double life, swinging through the city, saving people—kinda cool. Kinda attractive.”

Phainon, the literal Spider-Man, was red-faced and malfunctioning. “You—THAT—” He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “That is NOT the takeaway from this conversation!”

“Well, what did you expect? You just told me you’re a superhero. That’s, like, objectively cool.” You grinned. “Also, do you get free food for saving people? Like, do pizza places just hand you free slices?”

“I am genuinely questioning why I even told you this,” Phainon muttered, rubbing his temples.

You patted his shoulder. “Because you chased me down and I wasn’t gonna let you leave without an explanation.”

He groaned. “Just… promise me you won’t tell anyone?”

You gave him a mock salute. “Your secret’s safe with me, Spidey.”

Phainon sighed, muttering something under his breath as he turned away.

You, meanwhile, casually took out your phone and snapped a picture of his retreating figure.

Phainon turned back. “Wait, what did you just—”

“Nothing,” you said quickly, grinning. “Just making sure I have proof in case you ever deny this conversation.”

Phainon groaned again. “I’m gonna regret this.”

“Nah,” you said, pocketing your phone. “You’re gonna love it when I start demanding free web-slinging rides to school.”

Phainon paused. “...Wait.”

Your grin widened. “Oh yeah, you’re my personal Uber now.” He grins back at you. "Maybe I won't mind that :3"

[devdozes]

uwwoaa.. phainon x idol reader...wwww >_< like, reader is apart of a big idol group or something like that !!!! go crazy ijust love your fics sosososo much thank u 4 ur service 2 all phainon fans🫡

Phainon never thought he’d be the type to go feral over an idol.

Like, sure, he understood the appeal—sparkly performances, catchy songs, the whole glamorous aesthetic—but he never thought he’d be That Guy. The one lining up for merch drops at ungodly hours, the one making a separate account just to scream about his faves, the one absolutely losing his mind every time his bias so much as breathed.

And yet, here he was.

Absolutely, irreversibly, down-bad for you.

It had started as a casual interest. A friend had sent him a clip of your performance—some high-energy stage with the kind of choreography that made his head spin. And then he watched another. And another. Then an interview. Then a whole behind-the-scenes vlog where you laughed so hard you snorted, and that was it. Done. Game over.

Phainon had fallen, and he had fallen hard.

Now he was standing in the middle of a packed fan event, clutching a lightstick like his life depended on it, vibrating with excitement. The venue buzzed with anticipation, fans chattering, holding up banners, decked out in your group’s merch. It was chaos. It was a dream.

And then, you walked out.

Phainon nearly blacked out.

You looked even better in person. Bright, radiant, effortlessly dazzling as you waved to the crowd, greeting everyone with that signature smile that had ruined his life. The event was a blur—performances, games, Q&A sessions—but Phainon was locked in, eyes trained on you like a man possessed.

And then—

Oh god.

Oh god, you were looking at him.

For a split second, your gaze met his, and Phainon swore he forgot how to function. His brain short-circuited. His grip on the lightstick went slack. His soul left his body and ascended into the stratosphere.

And then you winked at him.

Game over. Pack it up. Bury him six feet under.

“Dude, are you okay?” His friend nudged him, looking vaguely concerned.

Phainon was not okay. Phainon was far from okay.

Fast forward to the fan meet. Phainon’s heart was ready to burst out of his chest as he approached the table, hands clammy, brain screaming. And then—oh no—then you smiled at him.

“Hi! What’s your name?”

He forgot how to speak.

Somehow, through sheer survival instincts, he managed to croak out, “P-Phainon.”

You laughed, and he swore he saw his life flash before his eyes. “That’s a cool name! Have you been a fan for long?”

“Uh—yeah—yes—I mean—” He fumbled, words tumbling over themselves. “I love your performances. Like, a lot. Like, a lot a lot. You’re—uh—really cool and talented and—uh—”

He was embarrassing himself.

But instead of looking weirded out, you grinned. “Thank you! That means a lot.” Then, tilting your head, you added, “Wait… were you the one in the crowd with the ridiculously huge banner?”

Oh god.

You noticed that?

Phainon had spent hours designing a massive, ridiculous, sparkly banner with your name on it, complete with way too many exclamation marks and possibly a bad pun. And now you were laughing about it.

“I—uh—maybe,” he admitted weakly.

You giggled. “It was cute.”

Phainon.exe had stopped working.

As security gently nudged him along, he barely registered what was happening. All he knew was that he had just spoken to you, you had laughed at his dumb banner, and you had called it cute.

He was never recovering from this. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ Even after the event, Phainon could not shut up about you. Mydei looked about five seconds away from stuffing a sock in his mouth, but that did not stop him.

“You don’t understand,” Phainon was saying for the hundredth time, pacing his room as he replayed the moment in his head. “She called my banner cute. My banner. Cute. Do you know what that means?”

“That you have no shame?”

Phainon ignored that. “It means I matter to her. I made an impression. I exist in her brain. Even if it’s only 0.1 seconds of memory—I am there.”

Mydei groaned. “Dude, she meets thousands of fans.”

“Irrelevant.” Phainon flopped onto his bed, clutching his phone. He scrolled through the event photos, zooming in on every blurry image of you that had him in the frame. “We had a moment. She laughed at my joke.”

“She laughed at your terrible pun.”

“She laughed,” Phainon stressed. “That means she found me charming.”

Mydei muttered something about delusion, but Phainon didn’t care. He was in love. Completely, tragically, irrevocably in love.

And nothing would ever change that. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Meanwhile, you sat backstage, scrolling through fan photos from the event, lips quirking up at the sight of a particularly ridiculous sparkly banner.

“Oh, this guy,” you murmured, tapping on the image.

One of your group members, March 7th, peeked over your shoulder. “Oh, that fan? He was hilarious. Dude was practically vibrating when he came up to the table.”

You hummed, remembering the way his words had tripped over themselves, the sheer earnestness in his flustered face, his surprised blue eyes, and messy white hair. It was cute. Endearing, even. You saw thousands of fans, but something about him stuck with you. Maybe it was the sheer energy, the way he just radiated excitement, like meeting you was the highlight of his existence. He was like a giant clingy puppy :3

The memory made you smile.

“You think he’ll show up at the next event?” you asked absently.

March 7th snorted. “Oh, absolutely. Guys like that? They’re ride or die.”

You laughed, shaking your head. Maybe you’d keep an eye out for him next time. After all, you always had a soft spot for passionate fans.

[devdozes]

SNOWBALL FIGHT ♥ !!

Now introducing kiana kaslana (hi3) and phainon :hsr) fighting eachother, two white haired puppies fighting.. poor you KIANA AND PHAINON FANART AT END OF THE POST!!

The classroom was unnervingly quiet. The faint scratching of pens on paper, the occasional shifting of chairs, and the muffled coughs of students were the only sounds filling the room. You had finished your test a while ago, leaving you with nothing to do except twirl your pen between your fingers, staring blankly at the clock. Time seemed to be crawling at an agonizingly slow pace.

With a small sigh, you turned your attention to the large window beside you. The world outside looked far more interesting than the suffocating silence of the classroom. Snowflakes drifted lazily from the sky, blanketing the school grounds in a shimmering white. But what truly caught your attention was the chaotic scene unfolding near the courtyard.

Two familiar figures were engaged in a full-fledged snowball war—Phainon and Kiana Kaslana.

A smile tugged at your lips as you watched your two best friends pelt each other with snowballs like their lives depended on it. Kiana, ever the energetic menace, had practically built herself a small fortress of snow, crouched behind it as she prepared her next attack. Meanwhile, Phainon, with his usual mischievous grin, stood tall in the open, confidently dodging each of Kiana’s shots like some snowball-fighting prodigy.

His white hair was dusted with snow, his cerulean blue eyes gleaming with excitement as he scooped up a handful of snow and launched it with perfect accuracy. The snowball smacked Kiana right on the forehead, causing her to stagger backward dramatically. Even from where you sat, you could hear her exaggerated groan of betrayal.

You bit your lip, suppressing a laugh, but the amusement bubbling inside you was impossible to contain. Deciding to join in—at least in spirit—you pressed your palm against the cold glass of the window and knocked against it lightly. No response. They were too engrossed in their battle.

You knocked again, a little louder this time. Still nothing.

Growing impatient, you waved both arms exaggeratedly, trying to grab their attention. When that still didn’t work, you resorted to pressing your face against the window dramatically, puffing your cheeks out.

Finally, Phainon seemed to notice something out of the corner of his eye and glanced up. His expression shifted from confusion to delight in an instant. He beamed at you, his usual carefree and teasing aura shining through even from a distance. Then, without missing a beat, he scooped up another snowball and hurled it—

Not at Kiana this time, but straight at the window.

You barely had time to react before a splatter of white exploded against the glass in front of your face, making you jump slightly in surprise. The class, still dead silent, turned to look at you.

Oops.

Suppressing a giggle, you turned back toward the window to glare at Phainon, who was laughing triumphantly. Kiana, now noticing you as well, waved enthusiastically before launching a sneak attack on Phainon’s side, making him stumble.

You couldn’t hear their words, but the way Phainon frantically gestured in your direction before retaliating with another snowball at Kiana told you all you needed to know. They were both absolute menaces.

Still, watching them like this—carefree and chaotic—filled your chest with warmth.

As the teacher cleared their throat pointedly, you quickly sat up straight, feigning innocence.

But the small smile never left your lips. The test might’ve been boring, but watching your 'best friends' turn the schoolyard into their personal battlefield had made your day far more entertaining than you could have hoped for.

And you had no doubt that once class ended, you’d be dragged right into the middle of their snowy chaos.

An idea suddenly struck you, and with a playful smirk, you ripped a small piece of paper from your notebook. You scribbled down a message in bold letters:

"Whoever wins the snowball fight gets to spend a whole day with me."

With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you held up the note against the window, making sure both Phainon and Kiana could see it. The second their eyes landed on the words, they both froze.

Then, absolute chaos erupted.

Kiana let out a battle cry and immediately dove for more snow, packing it as fast as she could. Phainon, ever the competitive one, abandoned his dodging technique and went full offense, throwing snowballs in rapid succession. You could hear their distant shouts, their determination growing tenfold as they turned the simple fight into a full-blown war for your attention.

Phainon smirked, rolling up the sleeves of his coat as he quickly formed snowballs with expert precision. "Alright, Kiana, you’re going down!"

"Hah! In your dreams!" Kiana scoffed before hurling a massive snowball straight at Phainon's chest. It exploded upon impact, sending a spray of snow across his face.

Phainon wiped the snow off, his grin unwavering. "Oh, it’s on now."

The battle intensified. Kiana was a machine, rapidly building and launching snowballs from behind her fort. Phainon, however, was dangerously fast, weaving through her attacks as if he was predicting her every move. The ground around them was now a war zone, littered with remnants of broken snowballs and footprints.

In a desperate move, Kiana abandoned defense altogether, charging forward with an armful of snow. "If I can’t hit you, I’ll just tackle you!"

"What—Kiana, wait—!"

With an impressive leap, Kiana launched herself at Phainon, tackling him into the snow. They both went down with a muffled thud, a cloud of powdery white flying into the air. When the snow settled, Kiana had successfully pinned Phainon, stuffing snow into his jacket with a victorious cackle.

"ACK—Kiana, THAT’S CHEATING!" Phainon protested, flailing under her.

You laughed so hard you nearly fell out of your chair. Watching them turn the fight into absolute madness was far more entertaining than anything else that had happened all day.

After a few moments of struggling, Phainon finally managed to flip their positions, rolling Kiana into the snow instead. "Ha! Payback!"

Their wrestling turned into a full-on snow brawl, both of them rolling across the courtyard, laughing and yelling like children. It wasn’t even about the snowballs anymore—they were just seeing who could overpower the other first.

You sighed, shaking your head in exasperation yet amusement. "They do realize I didn’t specify how to win, right?"

The bell rang, signaling the end of class, and you quickly gathered your things before heading outside. You had a feeling you’d be breaking up a very dramatic and completely unnecessary snow fight soon.

The crisp winter air nipped at your cheeks as you made your way down the school steps, boots crunching against the fresh snow. The moment you stepped outside, you were met with a whirlwind of movement—Kiana and Phainon, your two best friends, were still engaged in their intense snowball battle. It was as if they hadn’t even noticed your presence yet, too caught up in their chaotic war.

Kiana, with her wild silver hair and boundless energy, was darting across the snowy battlefield like an acrobat, effortlessly dodging Phainon’s well-aimed snowballs. Her laughter rang through the crisp air, a mischievous grin on her face as she scooped up another handful of snow. "Ha! Is that all you got, Phai? I expected more from the ‘self-proclaimed snowball king!’”

Phainon, standing tall with his usual messy white hair dusted in snow, narrowed his cerulean eyes. He had rolled up the sleeves of his sweater despite the freezing temperature, his competitive spirit burning too hot for him to care about the cold. "Tch. Big talk coming from someone who just missed me by a mile," he shot back, winding up another perfect throw.

You let out a laugh as you watched the battle unfold, shaking your head at their ridiculous antics. They truly had the energy levels of hyperactive puppies, and yet, you couldn’t imagine your life without their infectious chaos. As you approached them, Kiana was the first to notice, eyes lighting up.

“[NAMEE]!” she practically cheered, rushing toward you with open arms before promptly tackling you into a hug. The force made you stumble slightly, but you had long since grown accustomed to her boundless enthusiasm. Phainon, not wanting to be left out, strode over and ruffled your hair, his usual teasing grin on his face.

"Look who finally decided to grace us with her presence," Phainon quipped, crossing his arms. "Took you long enough."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Well, I would’ve come down sooner if I didn’t have to watch you two act like five-year-olds on a sugar rush."

Kiana gasped dramatically, placing a hand over her chest. "How dare you! This is an honorable duel! The winner gets to spend an entire day with you, remember? We’re fighting for a noble cause!"

Phainon chuckled, nudging your shoulder. "Yeah, so who’s winning, huh? Me, obviously."

Kiana scoffed, shoving him lightly. "Pfft, please. I’ve been dominating this entire time. You just keep getting lucky."

You sighed, shaking your head with amusement. "Honestly, you’re both kind of terrible. But since you’re so determined to win, how about we just spend the day together? The three of us."

They both blinked at you before exchanging glances. Then, at the exact same time, they smirked.

Kiana grabbed your left arm. "See? That just means I won!"

Phainon grabbed your right arm. "Nice try, Kaslana. I won, and you know it."

Before you could react, both of them started tugging at you, each trying to claim victory over the other. You groaned. "Oh my god, are you two serious—?"

"Let’s go to that new arcade!" Kiana chirped, pulling you her way.

"No, we’re getting hot chocolate first, [Name] looks frozen," Phainon insisted, pulling you the other way.

"We can do both!" you protested, exasperated but unable to suppress your laughter.

Phainon and Kiana stopped for a moment, as if considering your words. Then, with a simultaneous nod, they finally let go of you—only for Kiana to jump onto Phainon’s back in an attempt to wrestle him into the snow.

"THIS MEANS THE COMPETITION ISN’T OVER!" Kiana yelled as they both tumbled into the snow in a flurry of laughter and chaos.

You sighed, smiling fondly at the sight. You had no idea how you managed to deal with these two every day, but honestly? You wouldn’t trade them for the world.

As they finally settled, panting slightly from all their antics, Phainon suddenly leaned in and pressed a quick peck to your cheek. Before you could even react, Kiana, not to be outdone, did the same on your other cheek. Your entire body froze, eyes wide as warmth rushed to your face.

They both pulled back with identical smug grins, acting like nothing happened. "Alright, let’s go!" Kiana said cheerfully, looping her arm through yours as if she hadn’t just rendered you speechless.

Phainon simply chuckled, hands stuffed into his pockets. "What? You look a little stunned there, [Name]. Something wrong?"

Your brain short-circuited. These two puppies are going to be the death of you. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

The walk to the café was anything but peaceful.

Kiana and Phainon, still riding their competitive high, kept trying to one-up each other in the most ridiculous ways. First, they fought over who would carry your bag (which you didn’t even need help with), resulting in both of them awkwardly holding onto it at the same time. Then, they debated over who got to sit next to you, nearly flipping the table when they both reached for the same chair.

"Alright, that’s enough!" You finally groaned, plopping down in the middle just to keep the peace. "You two are worse than toddlers."

"More like two devoted knights fighting for the honor of their beloved queen," Kiana corrected with a cheeky grin, sipping her hot chocolate.

Phainon snorted. "Yeah? Then why do you have whipped cream on your nose, ‘knight?’"

Kiana blinked before hastily wiping at her face, but you and Phainon only laughed harder.

The rest of the evening was spent in playful banter, warm drinks, and enough laughter to make your stomach ache. You might have had two of the most chaotic best friends in the world, but as you sat there between them, listening to their lighthearted bickering, you realized something.

You wouldn’t change a single thing. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

After an intense snowball fight and playful banter, you, Phainon, and Kiana finally made your way to the arcade, the warmth of the indoor space a stark contrast to the chilly weather outside. The place was buzzing with flashing neon lights, the sounds of games beeping, and the occasional triumphant shouts of players winning jackpots.

Phainon, with his usual chaotic energy, immediately dragged you toward the racing games, determined to prove he was the best. Kiana, on the other hand, scoffed, cracking her knuckles. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'm gonna wipe the floor with both of you."

"Oh, you wish, Kaslana," Phainon shot back, adjusting his stance as he plopped into the arcade seat.

You simply laughed, taking your seat as well. The three of you slammed your tokens in and soon, the race began. The competition was fierce, with Kiana ramming her virtual car into Phainon's just to mess with him. Phainon cursed dramatically, swerving all over the track, while you focused on smoothly maneuvering past them. At the last second, you overtook both of them, grinning in triumph.

"No way!" Phainon groaned, throwing his head back. "You totally cheated."

"Nope, you're just bad," you teased, standing up with a victorious stretch.

Kiana laughed, patting Phainon on the back. "Face it, dude. You just got outplayed."

Phainon pouted dramatically but quickly recovered when Kiana pointed towards the claw machines. "Ohhh, let’s win something!"

The three of you then took turns trying (and failing) to grab plushies, with Phainon blaming the machine for being rigged while Kiana accused him of having weak wrists. You, however, managed to snag a small, adorable penguin plush, which you proudly held up like a trophy.

"This is mine now. My child," you declared.

"Nah, our child," Kiana corrected, looping an arm around your shoulders. "We’re co-parenting."

Phainon gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. "Excuse me?! If anything, I should be the dad!"

The banter continued until you spotted the photo booth at the corner of the arcade. With a mischievous grin, you tugged both of them toward it. "C'mon, let’s take some pictures!"

Kiana practically jumped in. "Oh, hell yeah! We need to commemorate this."

Phainon groaned but followed along, rolling his eyes. "Fine, fine. But I’m not doing any of those stupid poses."

The moment you got inside, however, Kiana started messing with the settings, adding ridiculous filters while Phainon dramatically posed in the background. You got squished between them as the countdown began.

"Okay, normal pose first!" you said, all three of you smiling at the camera.

The second shot? Kiana threw up peace signs while Phainon smirked and slung an arm around your shoulders.

Third shot? Kiana kissed your cheek, AGAIN and before you could even react, Phainon did the same on the other side, making you freeze up as the shutter clicked.

"WHAT THE—" You barely had time to process before the final shot snapped, capturing your flustered expression while Kiana and Phainon just laughed.

As the pictures printed, you snatched them up, your face burning. "You two are insane."

Phainon just grinned. "Well, you’re stuck with us."

Kiana slung an arm around you again. "Yup! No take-backs. Now let’s go get more snacks."

Phainon scoffed. "You just ate a whole bucket of popcorn."

"Yeah, and? My stomach is a black hole."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a grin. "Alright, alright, let’s just go to the convenience store."

"YES!" Kiana cheered, immediately grabbing both your and Phainon’s hands and dragging you down the street at a ridiculous speed.

Phainon groaned. "Kaslana, slow down! We’re not running a marathon!"

Ignoring his complaint, Kiana burst through the automatic doors of the nearest convenience store, her eyes immediately scanning for snacks like a predator hunting prey. You and Phainon stumbled in after her, catching your breath as Kiana practically dived into the snack aisle.

"Alright, team, we need to strategize," Kiana announced, looking deadly serious. "Sweet? Salty? Spicy? We need a balance."

Phainon crossed his arms, pretending to think deeply. "We should just buy everything."

"Oh my god, genius!" Kiana gasped, already grabbing chips, candy, and an absurd amount of energy drinks.

You sighed, rubbing your temples. "We are going to regret this."

"We live for the chaos, [Name]," Phainon said, slinging an arm over your shoulder with a teasing smirk. "Might as well embrace it."

Soon, your arms were full of snacks, and Phainon was stuck carrying Kiana’s ridiculous pile of instant noodles. The cashier gave the three of you a skeptical look as you dumped everything onto the counter.

"Midnight party?" the cashier asked dryly.

"Something like that," you replied with a sheepish laugh.

After paying, the three of you walked out, bags in hand, still giggling over the absurd amount of junk food you’d just purchased. Kiana stretched dramatically. "Alright, we feast! But where?"

Phainon hummed, then pointed toward a nearby park. "Let’s go there. It’s quiet, and we can sit under the big tree."

"Ooooh, sounds romantic," Kiana teased, nudging both you and Phainon.

You rolled your eyes, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. "Just shut up and walk.

Phainon chuckled but didn’t argue, leading the way as the three of you headed off for a midnight feast under the stars.

As soon as you reached the park and settled under the tree, Kiana stretched her arms out and grinned. "Alright, time to eat! But first—"

Before she could finish her sentence, a snowball smacked her right in the face.

She blinked, stunned, as snow dripped from her hair. Phainon stood a few feet away, a smug grin on his face. "First what?"

Kiana wiped the snow off her cheek and narrowed her eyes. "Oh, you are SO dead."

She grabbed a handful of snow and launched it at Phainon, who barely dodged in time, laughing. You sighed, watching as the two of them immediately devolved into another chaotic snowball fight, running across the park like children.

"This again?" you muttered, shaking your head with amusement.

Kiana ducked behind a bench, quickly forming an arsenal of snowballs, while Phainon used a tree for cover, occasionally peeking out to hurl a snowball at her. You watched in amusement as their competitive spirits kicked in, neither willing to back down.

"You fight like an amateur, Kaslana!" Phainon taunted, dodging another attack.

"Oh yeah? SAY THAT TO MY FACE!" Kiana yelled, launching three snowballs in rapid succession. One of them smacked Phainon right in the chest.

He stumbled back dramatically. "You got me… I’m going down…!"

Kiana cheered—until Phainon suddenly regained his footing and threw a massive snowball right at her, knocking her off balance. She flopped onto the snow with a yelp.

You sighed, already knowing where this was headed. While the two of them engaged in their ridiculous battle, diving behind trees and throwing increasingly larger snowballs at each other, you quietly stood up and slipped away.

With a knowing look, you made your way toward a nearby convenience store again, heading straight for the first-aid section. You were no stranger to their antics. Kiana and Phainon might be super fit, but they had no sense of self-preservation when it came to their so-called ‘battles.’ You could already predict the scrapes, bruises, and minor cuts they’d have after tumbling around in the snow like lunatics.

Grabbing a pack of bandages and some cute, colorful stickers—because if they were going to get patched up, you might as well make them look ridiculous—you paid for the items and walked back.

By the time you returned, both of them were panting heavily, snow-covered and grinning like idiots. Kiana had a red scrape on her knee from slipping, and Phainon was rubbing his arm where he had clearly taken a hit too hard.

"You guys are actual disasters," you muttered, kneeling down beside them. Without another word, you opened the first-aid kit and started patching them up.

Kiana blinked at you in surprise. "Wait… when did you even go get this?"

Phainon smirked, watching as you carefully pressed a bandage over a small cut on his knuckle. "So, you knew we'd get hurt and went ahead to prepare?"

"I know you two too well," you sighed, placing a cat-shaped sticker over Kiana’s bandage just to spite her.

Kiana gasped. "Did you just—Is this a PINK cat sticker?!"

"Yep. And Phainon gets a little bunny one." You grinned, sticking it onto his wrist.

Phainon stared at it for a second, then just chuckled. "Cute."

Kiana groaned dramatically, flopping onto the snow. "Ugh, I can't believe you humiliated me like this." You just laugh before putting more bandages and cute little stickers on their face and CLICK!! Taking a picture of them, secretly putting it on your phone wallpaper. You just laughed. "Consider it your punishment for being absolute menaces. Now, are we done with the fighting, or do I need to go buy more bandages?"

Phainon and Kiana exchanged glances before grinning mischievously at each other.

"Uh-oh," you muttered, realizing too late that you’d just become their next target.

HEREE !! MADE SOME FIC WITH THIS FANART I MADE, I LOVE KIANA AND PHAINON AUGH.

[devdozes]

Why does the weather keep changing?!

Weather scientist reader x Scientist phainon whos artificially changing the weather :0 what could possibly go wrong PHAINON FANART AT THE END OF THE POST!!

The moment you saw the weather reports go haywire, you knew something was wrong.

For years, you had dedicated your life to understanding the unpredictable nature of the skies—studying storm patterns, atmospheric shifts, and climate changes. Weather was a delicate balance of science and nature, governed by centuries-old principles that even the most advanced meteorologists struggled to predict with absolute certainty. And yet, something—someone—was tipping the scales.

It started subtly. A mild anomaly here, an unexpected shift there. A sudden drop in pressure that meteorological models hadn't accounted for. At first, you chalked it up to a rare, yet natural deviation. Uncommon, but not impossible. But as days passed, the anomalies became more frequent. More erratic. More impossible.

One evening, you sat in your lab, staring at satellite images that simply did not make sense.

According to every forecast model, the eastern seaboard was supposed to experience heavy rainfall over the next 48 hours. But outside your window? Nothing. Clear skies. No clouds forming where they should have been. Not even a hint of humidity in the air. It was as if the storm had just... vanished.

You double-checked the data. Triple-checked. Ran simulations, compared historical trends, even consulted with your colleagues in other departments. Nothing added up. The storm should have happened.

The next day, the opposite occurred. A severe thunderstorm erupted out of nowhere, completely unpredicted by any meteorological model. Lightning struck in regions that had no atmospheric conditions to support it. You stared at your screen, watching real-time data pour in, and felt your stomach sink.

“This isn’t natural,” you muttered, fingers tightening around your stylus as you scrolled through satellite readings. “This isn’t possible.”

You reached out to national weather agencies, but they were just as baffled as you were. Some blamed equipment malfunctions. Others suggested it was a rare atmospheric anomaly. But you knew better. This wasn’t an error.

Someone was artificially changing the weather.

And you were going to find out who.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Your investigation led you to an independent research facility under the name "Elysiae Dynamics." A company that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, its research papers riddled with vague references to “atmospheric influence��� and “climate engineering.” No one in the meteorological community had ever heard of them until recently, and yet, they had just filed a patent for atmospheric manipulation technology.

That’s when you met him.

A tall, cheery young man, 6’2 with messy white hair and cerulean blue eyes, wearing a lab coat over a wrinkled button-up shirt and sneakers that looked far too casual for someone playing god with the atmosphere.

“Ah! You must be the weather scientist!” His voice was bright, chipper, like he wasn’t single-handedly disrupting global climate stability. “I was wondering when you’d show up.”

You narrowed your eyes. “And you are?”

“Phainon! Head of experimental meteorological engineering here at Elysiae Dynamics.” He beamed, extending a hand. “I’m the guy who made it rain during your picnic last weekend. Sorry about that! Just had to test a hypothesis.”

You didn’t shake his hand. “You—you what?”

“Oh, don’t look so mad! You should be impressed! I successfully altered the weather without any negative ecological consequences!” Phainon leaned against his desk, arms crossed, still grinning like a fool. “Come on, you of all people should appreciate this. Isn't controlling the weather the dream of every meteorologist?”

“It’s not a dream, it’s an ethical nightmare!” You snapped. “Do you have any idea how dangerous this is? The slightest miscalculation could throw entire ecosystems off balance! Not to mention the political implications—”

Phainon tilted his head. “But I didn’t miscalculate.”

His confidence was infuriating. His logic, irritatingly sound. And worst of all? You couldn’t deny that what he had accomplished was groundbreaking.

“…This is reckless,” you muttered, rubbing your temples. “And insanely impressive. But mostly reckless.”

Phainon’s grin widened. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

You groaned. “I need access to your research.”

“Oh-ho, so now you’re interested?”

“I was always interested. But now I need to make sure you’re not about to cause the next ice age.”

Phainon chuckled, stepping closer—too close. His presence was overwhelming in the way only someone deeply, unapologetically passionate about their work could be. “Tell you what, partner,” he said, voice teasing, “help me refine it, make it safer. You’re the expert on natural weather—I’m just the guy making it unnatural. Work with me, and we can create something truly extraordinary.”

You wanted to refuse. You really, really did.

But damn it, he had a point.

“…Fine.”

His eyes lit up, like a storm forming in the depths of a clear sky. “Excellent! Now, let’s get to work—I was thinking about making it snow in July next. Just for fun!”

You groaned. This was going to be a long partnership. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ And long it was. Over the next few weeks, you found yourself sucked into the chaotic whirlwind that was Phainon’s scientific madness. He worked at an impossible pace, throwing around ideas that shouldn’t have been possible but somehow were. One minute, he’d be theorizing about localized heatwaves, and the next, he’d be actively making them happen.

“You can’t just create a thunderstorm over the city because you think it would look cool,” you hissed one afternoon, watching in horror as Phainon gleefully adjusted dials on his control panel.

“Oh, but I can,” he countered, eyes gleaming. “It’s all about the precision. Watch—three, two, one…”

A bolt of lightning cracked across the sky, illuminating the city below.

“…Boom.”

You stared at him. “You are so going to get arrested.”

“Nah, only if they catch me.”

You groaned, shoving your hands into your lab coat pockets. “Unbelievable. You’re like a child with a god complex.”

Phainon grinned. “And yet, you’re still here.”

Damn it. He had a point. Again.

The worst part? You were starting to enjoy it.

Lately, though, you had been feeling exhausted.

The late nights, the stress, the mental load of balancing scientific integrity with Phainon’s chaos—it was all catching up to you. Your movements were slower, your focus slipping. Even Phainon, for all his oblivious enthusiasm, noticed.

That afternoon, when the sun was unbearably hot and the air in the lab felt thick and suffocating, you slumped over your desk, barely listening as Phainon rambled about his next experiment.

And then, suddenly—

A breeze.

Cool, crisp, and carrying the scent of oncoming rain. You blinked in confusion, looking up just in time to see Phainon, standing by the open window, a knowing smile on his face.

“You looked like you needed a break,” he said simply, leaning against the sill. “So I changed the weather. Just a little.”

Your eyes widened. The screens behind you, once displaying the sweltering forecast, now showed cloud cover rolling in. The suffocating heat? Gone.

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

Phainon grinned. “Of course. Can’t have my partner melting away on me, can I?”

Your heart skipped a beat.

Damn him.

“C’mon,” he suddenly said, pushing off the window ledge. “Let’s go outside for a bit. We’ve been in this lab for too long, and I changed the weather for you. C’mon.”

Before you could protest, Phainon grabbed your hand and dragged you toward the exit, leaving behind a room full of stunned scientists, their jaws practically on the floor as they watched him whisk you away like a force of nature itself. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

The moment you stepped outside, a crisp breeze greeted you, carrying the scent of damp earth and something electrifying—the prelude to a storm. You glanced up at the sky, expecting the soft cloud cover Phainon had crafted just for you, but instead—

A downpour.

Cold, heavy raindrops pelted down from the heavens, drenching the both of you in an instant. It wasn’t just a light drizzle or a gentle summer rain—it was an absolute deluge.

You gasped, half in shock, half in disbelief.

Phainon, still holding your hand, blinked up at the sky in stunned silence.

Then you burst out laughing. Loud, uncontrollable laughter.

“Oh my god—did you leave the machine on auto mode?!” you choked out between fits of laughter. “Phainon, the weather just changed again! WHAT DID YOU DO?”

He stared at you for a second, then back at the rain, and then at you again.

“…I might have forgotten to turn off the randomization function,” he admitted sheepishly.

Your laughter only grew. “Are you kidding me?! We barely made it outside, and now we’re stuck in an artificial monsoon!”

Phainon, despite his momentary fluster, grinned widely. “Well, on the bright side—at least it’s refreshing!” And with that, he spread his arms out dramatically, embracing the torrential downpour like some mad scientist turned weather god.

You shook your head, still breathless with laughter. Your clothes were already soaked through, hair sticking to your forehead, rain streaming down your face—but in that moment, you didn’t care.

Phainon turned to you, eyes gleaming mischievously through the rain. “So, do you wanna run back inside? Or…” He took a step back, still holding onto your wrist, a teasing glint in his eyes.

Oh, you knew that look.

He was about to do something reckless.

“…Phainon,” you warned.

“Catch me if you can!”

And just like that, he took off—sprinting through the rain like a madman.

You groaned. Of course.

But your feet moved before you could even think about it, chasing after him through the drenched pavement, laughter bubbling in your chest. The other scientists, who had peeked outside to witness this chaos, simply stood there, utterly baffled as their two most brilliant colleagues—one being the cause of this entire mess—bolted through the facility grounds, completely soaked.

“Phainon, get back here!” you yelled, half-laughing, half-exasperated.

“You’ll have to catch me first!” he called back, voice bright, wild, and full of life. "YOU STUPID LITTLE-"

THE SILLIES ARE BACK AAGIN I LVOE THEM SO MUCHCH AUGH

[devdozes]

Scare ware ♥ !!

The bell above the shop door jingled as Phainon stepped inside, bracing himself for whatever horror you had concocted today. He hated horror. Absolutely despised it. And yet, here he was, like clockwork, visiting you every day in this creepy little shop filled with all things eerie.

"BOO!"

"HOLY—!" Phainon yelped, nearly tripping over his own feet as you jumped out from behind the counter wearing a grotesque, decayed mask. You cackled, doubling over in laughter as he clutched his chest like an old man suffering from a heart attack.

"You should’ve seen your face, Phai! Absolutely priceless!" you wheezed, removing the mask to reveal your mischievous grin.

Phainon pouted, crossing his arms. "One of these days, I swear you’re gonna scare the soul out of me. And then what? Huh? You gonna sell my ghost in this freak show of a shop?"

You gasped dramatically. "Ohhh, that’s actually a great idea! A real haunted shop!" Your eyes gleamed with excitement as you leaned in close, resting your elbows on the counter. "C'mon, Phai, let me scare you just a little more. You’re so fun to mess with."

"No thanks!" He immediately turned to leave, only for you to grab his wrist and tug him back inside.

"Aw, don’t go yet! You haven't even seen the new animatronic I set up!"

Phainon hesitated, wary. "...What animatronic?"

You smirked. "Turn around."

He did. And regretted it instantly. Standing right behind him was a life-sized, pale-faced doll with hollow eyes and a stitched-up grin.

"Nuh-uh! Nope!" Phainon spun back around, face pale. "You’re evil. You are actual, living, breathing evil."

You burst into laughter, wiping a tear from your eye. "And yet, you still come here every day. What does that say about you, Phai?"

"It says I have terrible decision-making skills!" he huffed, then sighed. "And maybe... just maybe, I like seeing you."

You blinked, caught off guard for a moment. Then your grin returned, tenfold. "Awww, does my little scaredy-cat have a crush on me?"

Phainon’s face turned red as he immediately grabbed a nearby stuffed ghost and chucked it at you. "Shut up!"

You caught it easily, laughing harder. "Ohhh, you’re too fun, Phainon. But don’t worry, you’ll get used to the spooky stuff eventually."

"Doubtful," he muttered. "But if enduring a daily heart attack means I get to spend time with you... then fine. Just don’t expect me to like it."

You beamed. "Deal! Now, about that animatronic—" can't wait to meet you..so join the animatronic family

"NO!" Phainon bolted for the door, leaving you laughing behind the counter, already planning your next trick for tomorrow.

The next day, Phainon entered the shop cautiously, eyes darting around like a security guard on Night 5 of a FNAF shift. "Alright, where is it? I know you’ve set up something."

You leaned lazily on the counter, smirking. "Oh, come on, Phai. You think I’d do the same trick twice?"

"Yes. Absolutely. 100%."

"Well, you’re right!" You grinned before flicking a switch under the counter.

The dim shop lights flickered, and an old speaker crackled to life with a distorted, robotic laugh. The life-sized animatronic from yesterday suddenly started moving, its head twitching in a way that was way too similar to Freddy Fazbear’s infamous glitchy movements.

Phainon let out a strangled yelp, backing away as the figure took a slow, jerky step forward. "NOPE! I AM NOT PLAYING THIS GAME."

"Aw, come on, security guard Phai!" you teased. "Survive 'til 6 AM!"

"I WILL NOT. I QUIT. I RESIGN."

Just as he turned to run, another animatronic—this one a decrepit rabbit with hollow, soulless eyes—dropped from the ceiling.

"WHY IS THERE A SPRINGTRAP?!" Phainon shrieked.

You wheezed, barely able to hold yourself together. "Oh my god—Phai, you scream just like a high school girl!"

"I AM NOT HERE TO BE JUMPSCARED!" Phainon scrambled for the door, slamming it open and nearly tripping over himself as he bolted outside.

You stood at the doorway, watching him flee down the street. "See you tomorrow, security guard Phai!" you called, cackling.

From down the street, you heard his exasperated yell: "I HATE THIS SHOP!"

You grinned. "And yet, you keep coming back~."

The next day, Phainon decided it was time for revenge. He had spent all night thinking of a way to finally turn the tables.

As he walked into the shop, he made sure to stay quiet, creeping toward the counter where you were sorting some eerie, old trinkets. Your back was turned. Perfect.

Phainon took a deep breath, summoned all the chaos he had, and suddenly grabbed your shoulders.

"BOO!" he shouted.

You flinched. Just slightly. Barely a twitch, but he saw it.

For a moment, there was silence. Then, Phainon burst out laughing. "OH MY GOD. I DID IT. I ACTUALLY SCARED YOU!"

You turned to face him, blinking in mild surprise. "Huh. Guess you did."

Phainon gasped. "That’s it?! No screaming? No dramatic flailing?"

You shrugged. "Well, you’re not exactly terrifying, Phai. You’re more like a really excitable golden retriever."

His jaw dropped. "Excuse me?! I am a terrifying force of nature!"

You just grinned, poking his chest. "Sure you are, scary boy. You gonna bark too?"

Phainon groaned, running his hands through his messy white hair. "Unbelievable. I finally get my revenge, and you downplay it like it was nothing."

You gave him a teasing pat on the head. "Nice try though. A for effort."

Phainon sighed dramatically, but a small smile tugged at his lips. "You’re impossible." You just smirked before blowing him a kiss and winking at him, "But you love me puppy boy :)"

I LOVE FNAF AND I HTOUGHT OF READER AS MIZUKI IN THIS FIC

[devdozes]

Uh oh! A freeze-athon

gigiles artist reader and this is quite short so sorry >:(

The smell of paint and graphite lingered in the air as you set down your sketchbook with a satisfied sigh. You had spent hours perfecting the details, making sure every stroke captured the essence of the character you had poured your heart into—Phainon, a chaotic yet elegant being with cerulean eyes that shimmered like ice.

You had always been obsessed with creating lifelike characters, but something about Phainon had drawn you in more than the rest. Maybe it was the way you imagined his carefree smirk, the glint of mischief in his gaze, or the way his white hair always looked windswept.

Closing your sketchbook, you let out a yawn. “Man, I wish you were real,” you muttered with a sleepy laugh. “But that’s not how life works.”

Or so you thought.

The next morning, you awoke to a loud crash from your living room. Groggy and confused, you stumbled out of bed, only to be met with the impossible sight before you.

Standing in the middle of your apartment, surrounded by a mess of broken picture frames and a frozen coffee table, was Phainon. Your Phainon.

“Oh? You’re finally awake!” he chirped, flashing you a grin that looked exactly like the one you had drawn. “You really need to organize your place better, y'know?”

Your brain short-circuited. “What. The. Hell.”

Phainon tilted his head, seemingly unbothered by your utter shock. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love what you did with the place, but,” he gestured toward the coffee table, which was now covered in a thin layer of ice, “I may have... uh... accidentally frozen some things.”

You blinked, then looked around. The room was a disaster. Bookshelves had fallen over, your kitchen faucet had icicles hanging from it, and your poor potted plant looked like it had just been through an ice age.

“What—how—why—” You sputtered, your mind struggling to process the fact that your drawing had somehow come to life.

Phainon merely shrugged. “Beats me. One moment I was chilling in the void, the next thing I knew, boom! Here I am.” He gave you an exaggerated bow. “At your service, my dear creator.”

You squinted. “You broke my stuff.”

“I accidentally froze your stuff.”

“You froze my stuff.”

“…Okay, yeah, I did that.”

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “You are way more chaotic than I imagined.”

Phainon beamed. “Thank you!”

“That wasn’t a compliment.”

He stepped closer, his ice-blue eyes gleaming with curiosity. “Sooo… now that I’m here, what’s the plan?”

You opened your mouth, closed it, and opened it again. “I have no idea what to do with you.”

Phainon smirked. “Then I guess we’ll just have to figure it out together.”

And just like that, your peaceful, artistically mundane life had turned upside down—all because your favorite drawing had come to life and couldn’t stop freezing things. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

The moment you realized your favorite drawing had come to life, everything went downhill—fast.

Phainon was exactly as you had drawn him: tall, with messy silver-blue hair and those striking cerulean eyes. The problem? He was also just as chaotic as you had imagined. Maybe even worse.

“Phainon, stop touching things!” you yelped, watching in horror as the cup of coffee you had just made froze solid the moment his fingers brushed against it.

Phainon blinked at the frozen coffee, then at you, an innocent, almost pleased grin spreading across his face. “That wasn’t supposed to happen, was it?”

You groaned. “No. No, it was not.”

Phainon looked at the cup, then at his hands. “Well… I think this is your fault, honestly.”

“My fault?!”

“Yeah! You drew me like this, didn’t you?” He wiggled his fingers dramatically, small snowflakes swirling from his fingertips. “This is all you.”

You buried your face in your hands. “Oh my god.”

Phainon laughed, plopping onto the couch beside you with zero sense of personal space. “Don’t worry, I’ll figure it out. Probably.” He reached for your blanket, only for it to instantly get covered in frost. “…Okay, maybe not yet.”

“You are banned from touching anything warm,” you declared.

Phainon pouted. “But I’m warm—” He tried to pull you into a hug, only for you to yelp and dodge.

“NOPE. NO FREEZING ME.”

Phainon grinned. “You can’t resist forever.”

Despite the chaos, it was… kind of nice. Phainon filled your quiet apartment with energy, even if that energy was mostly turning everyday objects into popsicles. He would lean over your sketchbook, watching you draw with wide, fascinated eyes, sometimes asking you to doodle things just to see if they’d come to life too.

One evening, as you were sketching, he flopped onto your bed dramatically. “So,” he started, his voice unusually soft. “Am I your favorite drawing?”

You paused, glancing at him. His usual mischievous grin was absent, replaced with something more sincere. You sighed, shaking your head with a smile. “Of course, you idiot. You wouldn’t be here otherwise.”

Phainon lit up. Then, with a smirk, he said, “So that means you love me, huh?”

You threw a pillow at him. “SHUT UP.”

He cackled, dodging effortlessly, before tackling you into a hug. This time, you didn’t try to escape. Even if you were probably going to wake up with frost on your clothes.

[devdozes]

HELLO❤️ Could you write phainon x reader, but phainon is good at school, get’s higher grades also is popular and the reader who is also popular ( but gives bad influence ) is the opposite, trouble maker, skips lessons, or maybe even parties and stuff like that. Your ideas are interesting so the rest is up to you.

I finally found someone who writes really good and interesting hcs/fics 💍 I’m blessed.

Ty❤️

The first time Phainon met you, he thought you were a hurricane in human form.

It wasn’t just because of the way you waltzed into school ten minutes late with a lollipop in your mouth and a devil-may-care smirk on your lips. It wasn’t just because you ignored the teacher’s exasperated sigh as you plopped into your seat, kicked your feet up on the desk, and scrolled through your phone like you had better things to do.

It was because, despite all of that, you were undeniably, unfairly, ridiculously cool.

And Phainon, the golden boy of the school—star student, social butterfly, perfect attendance record—was immediately and hopelessly obsessed.

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“Why do you keep following me?” you huffed, slamming your locker shut only to find Phainon standing way too close with that bright, golden retriever grin on his face.

“You left history class early,” he said, completely unbothered by your glare. “Again.”

“Yeah, because it was boring.” You leaned against the lockers, twirling your lollipop between your fingers. “What, you gonna lecture me now?”

“Nah.” He grinned, rocking on his heels. “I was actually gonna ask where you were planning to go next. I was thinking of tagging along.”

You squinted at him. “You do know I’m not exactly a model student, right?”

“Yep.”

“I’m a bad influence.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I skip class, I get detention, and I may or may not have snuck into the teacher’s lounge once to steal coffee.”

Phainon gasped, placing a dramatic hand over his chest. “You drink school coffee? That’s the real crime here.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet,” he leaned closer, voice dropping into a playful whisper, “you still haven’t told me to go away.”

You clicked your tongue, pushing off the lockers. “Fine. Keep up, golden boy.”

Phainon beamed. “Always.”

At first, people thought Phainon was trying to ‘fix’ you. Like, surely the school’s most charming, extroverted honor student had some noble goal of reforming the troublemaker, right?

Wrong.

Phainon was just as obsessed with you as he was with acing his exams.

If you skipped class? Phainon would find you. If you snuck out of detention? Phainon was already waiting outside. If you got caught pulling some ridiculous prank? Well. Phainon would probably scold you. Then help you escape.

You didn’t understand it. Why would someone like him—a boy who had colleges practically throwing scholarships at him—waste his time on you?

“You could be anywhere else right now,” you muttered one afternoon, leaning against your motorcycle while Phainon sat next to you, happily sipping on a boba you had gotten for him. “With anyone else.”

Phainon tilted his head, blinking those ridiculously bright cerulean eyes at you. “And miss out on all this?” He gestured around dramatically. “The thrill of ditching a pop quiz, the risk of being caught by an angry teacher, the absolute chaos of your existence? No way.”

“You’re an idiot,” you muttered, looking away. Your cheeks were warm, and you blamed the sun. Definitely the sun.

“And you like it,” he sing-songed.

You threw a crumpled napkin at his face.

He caught it with a grin. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

The thing was, you could be as tough, rebellious, and detached as you wanted.

But Phainon? Phainon wasn’t going anywhere.

He was going to keep chasing after you, keep teasing you until you cracked, keep looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

And maybe, just maybe, you were okay with that.

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