#phainon x you

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

༊˚. HOW THEY CUM !

໒꒱. characters : mydei, anaxa & phainon.

໒꒱. warnings : gn!reader － nsfw/smut, cow girl, doggy style, feminine pet-names are used (pretty, etc.), man handling, just h*rny men in general, hair pulling, spanking and dumbification!

Mydei cums with a shuddering breath, golden eyes half-lidded, pupils blown wide as his grip on your hips tightens. He’s always so teasing, so smug with that sharp grin of his, but when he’s close—when he’s buried deep inside, feeling the way you squeeze around him—his voice turns breathless, almost desperate.

He groans your name, dragging you closer, pressing his forehead to yours as he thrusts one last time, his body tensing. Then, warmth floods inside you, his breath hitching against your lips as he grits out, “Take it.” His voice is hoarse, wrecked, but there's still that edge of cocky amusement—like he knows you love the way he fills you up, how you tremble in his grasp.

And Mydei—he doesn’t stop. Even after, he stays buried in you, rolling his hips lazily, making sure you feel every last drop of his release. His lips ghost over your ear, whispering, “Messy already? Mm, don’t worry—I’ll keep going until you can’t even think about standing.”

Mydei doesn’t give you a moment to recover. He stays pressed close, his cock still buried inside, his breath warm against your ear as his hands slide down to your hips. His fingers dig in, gripping tight before he flips you over with ease—manhandling you like you weigh nothing, forcing you onto your hands and knees.

“That's better,” he murmurs, his palm smoothing over the curve of your ass before giving it a sharp slap. A pleased hum escapes him as you jolt, a whimper slipping past your lips. “You look so fucking good like this. All needy and dumb for me.”

Your thoughts feel slow, thick, clouded with nothing but the ache of wanting more. Mydei knows. He always knows. You arch your back, pressing against him, your voice trembling as you whine, “M-Mydei—mmh, want it—”

He chuckles, dark and amused, leaning in to drag his lips over your shoulder, fangs just barely scraping your skin. “Want what, sweetheart?” His hands knead your hips, thumbs digging in as he rolls his cock against you, teasing but never giving you what you need. “Use your words.”

A frustrated little noise leaves you, your head dipping forward as your fingers clutch at the sheets. Everything is too much—the heat, the pressure, the way his voice drips with amusement, like he knows you're already too fucked out to think properly.

“P-please,” you manage, your voice barely above a breathy whimper. “Need you—need your cock—”

Mydei groans, fingers tightening, nails pressing into your skin as he drags your hips back. "That’s more like it." And then he’s sinking back inside, stretching you open all over again, knocking the breath from your lungs as your arms nearly give out beneath you.

“Fuck—” Your voice comes out broken, mind slipping further into hazy pleasure, words falling apart as he sets a ruthless pace, snapping his hips forward with enough force to make you jolt. “M-Mydei—! Hh-ah—feels—”

“Feels good, huh?” He smirks, watching the way you shudder under him, how your voice turns soft and slurred, all the fight melting from your body. “Gods, you're so fucking cute when you're dumb on my cock. Just a pretty little thing, letting me fuck you stupid.”

His grip tightens, dragging you back onto him, forcing you to take it—every inch, every deep thrust that leaves you gasping, trembling. The only thing left in your head is him. His voice, his touch, the way he fills you up, stretches you out, ruins you completely.

And Mydei? He loves it. He loves watching you melt, loves turning you into his perfect, dumb little mess.

★

Anaxa cums with a deep, shuddering groan, his fingers tangling in your hair as he tugs, forcing your head back so he can see the blissed-out look on your face. His cock twitches inside you, buried to the hilt as he holds you down on his lap, keeping you there—keeping you full—while he spills deep inside.

“Fuck—” His breath is heavy, voice rasping against your ear as he grits his teeth, rolling his hips up in slow, shallow thrusts, dragging out every last drop of his release. His other hand is firm on your waist, holding you steady so you don’t squirm away, even as you tremble in his grasp.

“You feel that?” Anaxa’s voice is low, almost teasing, but there’s something raw underneath it, something possessive. His cum is already leaking out around his cock, but he doesn’t let you lift yourself off him, his grip tightening as he presses you down harder. “Not letting a single drop go to waste.”

You whimper, nails digging into his shoulders, legs shaking from how deep he is. But Anaxa only smirks, yanking your head back further so you meet his lidded, hungry gaze. “Mm, what’s wrong? Already too fucked-out?” His hips jerk up suddenly, forcing out a sharp, breathy cry from you.

His smirk widens. “Oh, sweetheart… we’re not done yet.”

Anaxa doesn’t give you time to recover. His grip in your hair stays firm, keeping your head tilted back as he rolls his hips again, slow and deep, letting you feel every inch of his cock inside you. His other hand slides up your waist, fingers splayed against your skin, possessive and unyielding.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs, voice thick with amusement as he watches you struggle to keep up. “But you can take more, can’t you?” His hand slips from your waist to your throat, not squeezing—just resting there, just enough to make you feel how easily he could take control completely.

Your breath hitches, your hands scrambling against his chest, nails raking over his skin as he shifts beneath you, planting his feet for leverage. “A-Anaxa—”

His smirk darkens. “Good. Now ride.”

He tugs your hair, forcing you forward until your lips nearly brush his, making sure you see the way his eyes burn with hunger. You whimper, your body moving on instinct, rolling your hips over him, dragging his cock in and out at a slow, teasing pace. But it’s not enough—not for him.

Anaxa growls, both hands snapping to your waist, and suddenly you’re lifted and slammed back down onto his cock, the force of it knocking a broken, helpless moan from your lips. “That’s it—fuck, that’s it,” he groans, tilting his head back as he watches you bounce on his lap, completely at his mercy.

His grip tightens, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as he takes control, dragging you up only to fuck you back down onto him, using your body to chase his own pleasure. Your thighs burn, your mind going hazy with every deep, ruthless thrust.

“You’re such a fucking mess,” Anaxa rasps, voice thick with desire as he feels your walls clench around him, as he watches your eyes glaze over, lips parted, words reduced to broken whimpers. “Dumb little thing—just a cock-drunk mess, letting me use you how I want.”

His pace turns brutal, slamming up into you with enough force to make you jolt in his grasp, a choked-out sob leaving your throat as pleasure builds, tight and unbearable. His name spills from your lips in a breathless plea, your body trembling as he yanks your head back again, forcing your gaze to meet his.

“Gonna cum again?” His smirk is sharp, knowing. “Go on, sweetheart. Cum on my cock—milk every fucking drop out of me.”

And the moment you do, he groans low in his throat, slamming you down onto him one last time, holding you there as his cock pulses, filling you up all over again. His breath is heavy, ragged, his fingers still tight in your hair as he forces your lips to his, kissing you slow and deep as his cum leaks out around him.

But even as you tremble in his hold, Anaxa doesn’t let go. Doesn’t let you move.

☆

Phainon cums with a sharp, ragged breath, his composure finally breaking as his grip on your hips tightens. He always tries to stay in control, to keep that teasing, knowing smirk on his lips—but when he’s buried deep inside you, when your body clenches around his cock just right, he falters.

His head tilts back, blue hair falling messily over his face as his hips jerk forward one last time, pressing you flush against him as he spills inside. A quiet, breathless chuckle escapes him, like he’s half-amused, half-drunk on pleasure. “Mmh… look at you,” he murmurs, voice rough as he pulls you closer, rolling his hips in slow, lazy movements to make sure you take everything. “So good for me. So—hah—fucking perfect.”

Even as his breathing evens out, Phainon doesn’t pull away. He stays pressed against you, enjoying the warmth, the way your body trembles slightly in his grasp. His fingers trace lazy circles against your skin, his lips ghosting over your temple.

“Don’t think we’re finished, sweetheart,” he purrs, amusement laced in his voice. “I need to see you fall apart for me a few more times.”

Phainon doesn’t give you a chance to recover. His hands stay firm on your waist, keeping you pressed against him as he rolls his hips, still buried deep inside you. His cock is still hard, still throbbing, and you can feel the warmth of his cum inside, slick and messy.

You whimper, legs shaking from the overstimulation, but he only chuckles, his breath warm against your skin. “Sensitive already?” His voice is soft, teasing, but there’s a sharp edge to it—the same smugness he always carries, but now tinged with hunger.

His fingers ghost over your lower back before gripping tight, keeping you exactly where he wants you. “You can take it,” he purrs, tilting his head to press a lazy kiss against your temple. “After all… you were begging for it just a moment ago.”

He thrusts up suddenly, forcing a broken moan from your lips. His smirk widens. “That’s it. Let me hear you.”

The heat inside you coils tight again, overwhelming, your mind slipping further into hazy pleasure. Phainon watches you with half-lidded eyes, drinking in every little tremble, every desperate noise.

“You’re such a mess,” he hums, dragging his lips along your jaw, his voice a low murmur. “All fucked-out and pretty for me. Think you can last a little longer, sweetheart?”

His grip tightens, and he smirks against your skin. “Let’s find out.”

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[harmonysanreads]

This is some brainrot on my part but—

Do you think Phainon takes full advantage of your flustered state when he’s shirtless? Perhaps he’s entering or exiting the baths, or finishing a workout/spar. He’s so excited to see you looking and paying attention to him I see him either being oblivious or aware lololol

I like to think that he's oblivious initially. Since he has to train a lot, he's had to be shirtless a lot by extension ; the weather gets rather hot in Okhema sometimes, is all. So, there wasn't any need for him to think deeper, in the beginning, that is.

Phainon needs a few nudges before it clicks in his head. Maybe it begins by him noticing you staring a bit too long at the indents of his biceps upon his sleeves as he helps carry some particularly heavy load, or even you! Then he's given even more food for thought after you two have become close enough to hold hands and hug, the memories of how your hands never seem to be able to settle on one spot of him for too long before you withdraw replay over and over again in his head.

And when the final push is given and he realizes just how affected you are by his semi-bare body, he's giggling to himself. He definitely takes advantage of it afterwards, will make an effort to be more shirtless when you're in the vicinity as well — given that he's not in a life or death battle. If you try to avoid him, he'll double down and follow you around. He even tries to use it as a distraction for when he makes you angry for something else. Anything to see you out of your element, even if just for a moment.

[luminilial]

ᡣ Unexpected Encounter, But Fated To Meet 𐭩

Summary: realizing that your parents were struggling with financials, you decided to help them by taking up on a part-time job in a small Cafe in order to support them, including yourself. At first, it went surprisingly well—with you heading to the Cafe after school on a specific day, start working until the sun sets, and when your shift ends, you clock out. But one day, someone you knew from school had accidentally found you working, making you anxious at first. This became the worst moment in your life—! ...Or did it?

Note: To whoever requested this, I hope you like it! (Credits to loichiha on Twitter/X for the art)

Request inbox: open (Phainon only, fluff) feel free to request, as long as it's in my capability.

As the clock continued to tick with each passing moments, serving as a reminder that school was about to end soon for today, students were busy preparing to get home by tidying up their personal belongings and putting them into their bags. This way, they would only need to wait for the school bell to ring, and then go home right away.

Some were already planning to get home right away, choosing to spend the rest of the day by lounging in the house—while others preferred to hang out with their friends first, spending time together in a destinated location or working on group projects, so that they would have loads of free times on the weekends, etc.

But you, you already had a place to go to—from the moment junior year had started for you, you already had a scheduled plan in mind on where to go on this specific day.

You were going to work; as a part-time barista.

"(Name), let's hang out!" One of your friends called for you from a distance, standing next to the others who were still busy putting in their belongings as the rest of the students started scrambling out of the door, the school bell already ringing to give them the final cue that they needed to hear.

Checking your bag one more time to ensure that you wouldn't leave something behind in the class, your head turned to look over at the mention of your name, seeing your friends looking at you with smiles plastered on their faces, expecting for you to agree to their plan.

As much as you wanted to agree and spend time with your close friends after school, you didn't let the idea of hanging out to deter you from the original plan that you had already set up on what you're about to do after school.

With a guilty smile, you zipped your bag before slinging it over your shoulders, turning to move and approach your friends. "Sorry guys, I can't. I already have a plan that I'm about to do today after school." You explained, hoping that they would understand, considering that you would often excused yourself from doing any activities after school on this specific day.

Your friends gave eachother momentary glances, before their attentions diverted back to you. "Aww, you're busy again?" One of them decided to say, the same girl that had asked you to hangout with them. You could sense the disappointment from her tone, as well as the others' faces upon hearing the same excuse that you would always say almost everytime.

With a breathy chuckle, you apologized again for the inconvenience. "Sorry..." You mumbled, before most of them let out a sigh, feeling disappointed that you weren't going to be there for their hangout again. Nonetheless, they nodded. "It's fine. You're always busy on this day anyway, so it's not a surprise." Your friend reassured, before smiling.

"But don't forget to leave some free times for us in your schedule aside from today!" She told you, to which you nodded. "Don't worry, I will." You assured, confident that you would get to spend time with them aside from today.

Adjusting the straps of your bag, you looked at your friends with another smile, before walking passed by them, not forgetting to give them a proper farewell. "Well then, I'll be going now!" You announced, waving them a goodbye.

They reciprocated your action with their owns, waving you a goodbye and wishing that you would be safe along the road. "Okay, stay safe, (Name)!" One of them exclaimed, before seeing your figure walked out of the door, leaving them to their own accords in the empty classroom.

"...Do you think that (Name) secretly has a boyfriend?" One of them decided to bring up the topic out of nowhere, whispering to the others before all of them started to indulge themselves by figuring out the truth behind your tight schedule. "Or a girlfriend, maybe?"

"What? No way! Maybe— but why bring that up?"

"I won't be surprised if they do. They're always busy on this day everytime."

"Who knows? maybe they are secretly going on dates with their lover behind our backs. That's why they always say no whenever we ask them to spend time with us after school."

"Woah, wait— but that would be cruel though! If that's true, why would they choose to hide it from us and secretly go on dates with their lover without our knowledge?!"

"Everyone has personal stuff that they would much prefer be hidden away from others to avoid unnecessary conflicts—including them. Who are we to judge?"

"Haha, she's right!" One of them who had been quiet decided to acknowledge, agreeing with the friend who gave words of wisdom.

"Although, now I'm itching to follow them—to see if you're right."

"No. Well, yes— I do too, but let's just wait and see if we're actually right or not in the end to confirm our theory, okay?"

"Finee..." Most of them proceeded to say at the same time, before they changed the topic to the plan they were about to do after this, acting as if they didn't just create a wild assumption about you.

Despite the misunderstanding that your friends had assumed about you, thinking that you actually had a lover without their knowledge—you continued to walk by the roadside with a firm but casual manner, unaware of what was going on at school between your friends.

One thing's for certain though; you were about to head to work, to your part-time job.

Opening the door to the Cafe, the little bell above it chimed soundly, signalling to everyone in the room that someone had just came in; you.

The employees who noticed you decided to greet you with smiles plastered on their faces—feeling pleased that you had arrived. Most of them being older than you, but you didn't mind, since you're only here to work on a specific time due to your role as a highschool student.

Reciprocating their kind actions, you waved a hand to them with a smile, feeling more upbeat than ever to start working after they greeted you with opened arms. You had always viewed them as parental figures, due to their ages being far bigger than you. To be honest, it felt nice working with them, since they're more experienced when it comes to working in a Cafe—that way, you can always rely on them if you ever need any help, regarding your duty as a young worker here.

Entering a room specifically for employees, you changed your school uniform to the uniform that you had to wear in order to blend in with the others. After you're done, you walked out of the room to help the others by cleaning the place and preparing stocks in order to not be out of products, before you walked behind the counter; expecting for your first customer to enter the room.

"...(Name)? How rare! I didn't expect to see you here." Someone exclaimed from across the counter, their voice being far too familiar for you to assume that it was just some regular customer. You were busy checking the money in the cash register to notice who it was at first—but at the mention of your name, your head instinctively looked up, wondering who the person was.

Which left you baffled.

Standing across from you, there was a white-haired boy, appearing to be in the same age as you, his aquamarine eyes being one of the visible characteristics that would always leave people to be mesmerized when they got the chance to look into them from a close distance. His broad shoulders in tact, as well as his height being taller than an average man, making his presence to be known when he entered the room.

But most importantly; his smile. The same smile that would make people be relaxed everytime they got the chance to see it, letting their guard down in the bask of his positive nature.

The smile that you're all too familiar with.

Phainon.

Your eyes widened when you noticed who the person was, feeling a rush of panic tumbling down on you, in fear of someone you know finding out that you're working behind school's gates—not that it actually mattered.

"...Phainon?! What— what are you doing here...?" Your words came out in an abrupt tone, due to the sheer shock after realizing that one of your classmates from school had now seen you in your working garments, acting as a barista.

Your question caught Phainon off guard, not expecting for you to ask something like that, making him to raise an eyebrow at you. "What am I doing here? What are you doing here?" He chuckled, tilting his head. "I didn't expect for someone like you to be working here, (Name)." He commented, crossing his arms with amusement, deciding to indulge himself by teasing you once in a while.

However, when he noticed the anxious look coming from the way your expression fidgeted, he chuckled again, deciding to drop the idea, for now. "Don't worry, I come in peace. I just wasn't expecting to see you of all people to be here, (Name)." He continued, looking at you with his usual signature smile, albeit wider. "Does your parents own this place? Or are you actually working here?" He decided to inquire, not being able to hide his questions to himself, since this moment was too good of a coincidence to let it slip by from his grasp.

After you managed to calm yourself, you shook your head, which made Phainon intrigued. "No, I'm... Yes, I'm actually working here." You admitted, couldn't help but tap your foot behind the counter to express your nervous system. "My parents are low on money, so I wanted to take up on a part-time job in order to support them, including myself, since I want to go to college." You explained in a low tone, hands behind your back, gaze focused toward anything else beside the boy in front of you.

Phainon noticed the way you expressed your nervousness, but he decided to not divulge the matter, choosing to respect your boundary. Nodding, he brought his arms down. "I see. College, huh? Well, with those reasons, it's no wonder why you decided to take up on a part-time job." He acknowledged, nodding again with his eyes closed. "Though, out of every jobs I could think of—I didn't expect for you to be working as a cashier here." He commented, wanting to talk with you more.

Hearing his comment, your gaze shifted back to him, mouth hung open at the assumption before you shook your head again. "Ah, no... I'm actually a barista, but I sometimes help my senior colleagues whenever they're busy with something, by helping them clean the Cafe or being a cashier." You corrected him, one of your hands moving as you explained.

Your correction toward his comment made Phainon more intrigued, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Barista, huh? Interesting." He murmured, before glancing at somewhere else, noticing that you were the only one standing behind the counter. "Then, could I trouble you to take up my order? Since you're the only one here right now." He asked, taking this opportunity to have his order be made by you.

Not seeing through his underlying intention, you nodded, smiling genuinely now. You were pretending to be a cashier right now, after all, but also a barista at the same time. "Of course! What would you like to order?" You exclaimed, one of your hands reaching out to take one small note and a pen in order to take his order.

Fingers under his chin, Phainon decided to order what he wanted. "I'll have a..." You kept your eyes peeled to the note in your hand, as you scribbled the words that he said, unaware of the other's gaze as he observed you being so focused in your job. Cute.

After you're done, you tore your gaze away from it to look up. "Alright, your order will be ready in about a few minutes. Please sit anywhere you'd like while I make them." You confirmed his order, continuing to smile at him.

He reciprocated your smile with his own, nodding his head. "Appreciate it." He replied, turning around to find a seat that would be comfortable for himself. But, just as he started walking, he looked over his shoulder to steal a glance at you—who was busy preparing his order, too focused to notice his sneaky look, but he smiled, nonetheless.

Maybe, he should come back to this Cafe again from time to time—just so he could watch you work and strike up a conversation with you in order for both of you to get closer with eachother.

Cleaning the tables, you were preparing to head back home after your shift ended, making sure to not make it late at night since you weren't allowed by the manager to work until that period of time, due to your role as a student.

Unbeknownst to you, someone had been watching you from his seat, not moving an inch—but you were still too dedicated in your job to notice that his presence was still lingering in the Cafe. Just as you finished sweeping the floor, you turned around to change uniform; preparing to head home.

Phainon, who had been watching you from afar from the start, took the last sip from his drink before smiling, deciding to get up from his seat when he noticed that you were about to clock out from your shift.

This was his chance.

"Are you finished?" He questioned, appearing out of nowhere in front of you, which ended up making you startled, not expecting for him to still be in the Cafe. You were already changed into your school uniform, matching with his own set of ones. It would be an understatement if Phainon's sudden presence didn't make your heart almost leaped out of your body.

"P-phainon!" You blurted out, one of your hands clutching your chest at his sudden presence, catching you by surprise. "Why are you— you were here all this time...?" You murmured, not expecting for him to surprise you for the second time today. Phainon, who noticed you getting startled due to his presence, chuckled in a guilty manner.

"Ah, sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." He apologized, hands in his pockets, before diverting his attention back to your question. "Why, yes. I was wondering when are you going to clock out from your shift." He mentioned, looking down to take in your school uniform. "Are you heading home now?" He asked, before his voice took a softer turn. "...Want to go home together? I can accompany you there, to your house—if you'd like." He offered, hoping that you would accept.

Was he being obvious regarding his intentions? Yes. Would he prefer to let this chance slip by in order to maintain his dignity? Of course not.

"Huh? Oh— no, it's fine. You don't have to." You declined, waving your hand. "I don't want to end up burdening you. Besides, my house is a bit far from our school." You added, knowing that you would have to pass by your school again if you want to get home, so you didn't want to end up dragging Phainon along—who lives in god knows where. You expected that he would understand and go home now, but you ended up underestimating the guy's effort.

"Nonsense! I insist." He exclaimed, closing his eyes with a huge smile. "I don't know if you knew this, but my house is actually close to yours." He suddenly mentioned, opening his eyes again. "I've always seen you walking home whenever I'm hanging out with my friends in our neighborhood, so I ended up assuming that your house is probably closer to mine than I expected." He explained, tilting his head before continuing.

"Which also means that we can walk home together! So? You up for it?" He asked again, feeling his smile becoming wider when he realized that there was no way you were about to decline his offer again, leaning a bit closer to you in order to showcase how eager he was to walk home with you, giving you a look that would make you hesitate to decline.

He looked like a puppy, you thought to yourself.

Shaking your head at the subconscious thought, you felt your cheeks heat up a little at how close his face was, but not close enough to make you uncomfortable. He must be so eager to walk home with you, judging by how he didn't back down when you declined his offer at first. Keeping your composure maintained, you gave up on trying to decline.

Nodding your head, you agreed to his offer, making him very pleased. "Great! I knew you'd come around." He claimed, before backing up to give you some space. "Well then... let's go." He said, keeping his hands in his pockets in order to hide how they kept fidgeting due to the rush of excitement building up.

In the end, you and Phainon decided to converse with eachother on the way home, walking passed by your school in order to get to your houses. The more you two talked to pass the time, the more you felt that your bond with him had become closer than it used to. Phainon must've felt this too—which is why he kept smiling as he matched your pace, enjoying both of your conversation.

What was once normal classmates who barely talked—turned into something more. You felt your lips curved up, feeling a new friendship had been formed with the white-haired boy.

Unbeknownst to you, it was something far more than just friendship. But you don't need to know that now, do you?

[gojoidyll]

aeon & bird & arrow 2

yandere!aeon!phainon x fem!reader x yandere!mydei

Phainon knocks another arrow into his bowstring, his aim targeted towards his enemies - far and in the opposite direction of where you were. So..., why? Why is his arrow straying course?

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“Thank you, Anaxa!”

You smiled at your teacher who had given you a few books to borrow. The books in question were old history books about Castrum Kremnos along with a dictionary of their words and vocabulary. Ever since you met Mydei two weeks ago, you have been itching to know more about his people, especially since his kingdom will most likely be the one winning this war and controlling all of the land. And thankfully, Anaxa, a friend of yours who moved to the village recently, gave you some.

“It is no problem, but I suggest that you don’t go galivanting around with those books.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Many people dislike the Kremnoans, most even pray for their downfall. So just … be careful.”

“I will, thank you again Anaxa.”

The scholar watched you carefully before posing another question, something that has been greatly bothering him, “why did you want these books anyway?”

You paused as you looked up, your teeth biting the inside of your cheek, “well…,” you looked around the empty bakery, it was currently closed for the day since your parents had to travel to the bigger city of Okhema for some supplies to try out a new recipe for a small little festival that your village planned to throw.

“I- I met Mydei a few weeks ago.”

“…Mydei…?”

Anaxa furrowed his brow before sighing, “he didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“No!”

You were embarrassingly quick at defending the king as you stood up abruptly at the accusation. Anaxa sighed again before shaking his head, “I advise that you stay clear of that man from now on. He’s dangerous, blessed and cursed at the same time. You’re better off staying clear of him.”

Anaxa stood up then as he bid you farewell, “please heed my warnings.”

He left it at that as he exited the bakery and left you to your thoughts, your focus trailing down to the books on the table before shaking your head. Mydei didn’t look dangerous…, well, at first, he did due to the blood covering him, but he seemed kind, at least, he seemed kind to you.

Gathering the books into your arms, you left the bakery too and headed to a quiet place that you always escaped too for privacy.

It was a place a lttile away from the village in a field of flowers where a big tree sat. The day was both sunny, warm, and had a light breeze. So, reading outside would be the perfect activity to do until your parents got back.

And once you reached your safe space, you plopped down on a small blanket that you would leave there on multiple occasions, the tree giving you perfect shade as you set the books down next to you and grabbed the first one that was on top.

“Castrum Kremnos: Basic History”

You wondered if the title was true, cause if it was basic, then maybe it would be easier to learn!

When you cracked open the pages, you didn’t know how much time had passed while you say there reading, you were so laser focused on the words that it took someone kicking your foot to notice you had company.

“There you are.”

You looked up from your book, “oh… Laios.”

He rolled his eyes as he kicked your foot again. Ever since you could remember Laios has been chasing after you, and truthfully, you were not interested. At all. Anytime he would approach you, you were always with family or friends – Anaxa usually being the main one to scare Laios away if he got too close.

“That’s not any way to greet your future husband.”

You shook your head, “we’re not engaged Laios, or did you forget that I rejected you.”

He scowled at you, he was always quick to anger, something that you were always fearful of. People being angry, or worse, people directing that anger at you especially when you did nothing wrong. And as he was preparing to say whatever vile thing he could think up next, his eyes shifted to your lap, his eyes narrowing at the title.

“Why are you reading such trash? What? Do you want those filthy Kremnoans to win the war?”

You stood up then, the book falling from your lap, “they aren’t filthy! Don’t say such mean things about them! And why would it matter if they won the war or not, it’s not like we’re involved anyway.”

Laios reached for you, his hand grabbing a hold of your wrist as he yanked you forward, hard. You yelped loudly when a sharp pain shot through your arm.

“Listen here, bitch, I am going to be your husband soon and as my future wife you don’t need to be reading such garbage.”

You clawed at his arm with your free hand to try to make him let go, but he just gripped you harder, “let- let go! You’re hurting me!”

“Shut up!”

You closed your eyes tight when he went to raise his hand, his palm open as if he was ready to hit you, but nothing ever came as you felt his grip on your wrist disappear.

Your lips quivering, and body slightly shaking, you opened your eyes and immediately took a step back.

“M- Mydei?!”

The Kremnoan King stood before you, his hand wrapped around Laios’ throat.

“You would dare strike a defenseless woman, one who isn’t even a warrior no less.”

Laios coughed and sputtered, his hands gripping Mydei’s armored wrist, but Mydei showed no sign of letting the man go as he easily lifted him in the air, Laios’ feet kicked uselessly in the air.

“This is between me and my future wife, you Kremnoan trash.”

“Future wife?”

His gaze drifted to you, and you quickly shook his head, “we aren’t marrying each other… ever.”

Mydei looked back to Laios, “seems she disagrees,” he tightened his grip on Laios’ neck, Laios could already see dark spots clouding his vision, he was losing air fast.

“And even if she was going to be your wife, you would still hit her?”

You backed away to the tree, your back lightly hitting the bark as one of your feet accidentally broke a stray branch, Mydei’s focus slightly shifted to you. He could clearly see your fear, even in his peripheral, could sense it in the air.

He made the decision to throw Laios to the ground instead of breaking his neck.

“Run home, and never speak to her again. If you do, your head will be displayed on Castrum Kremnos’ walls.”

Laios sent another glare to both you and Mydei as he rubbed his neck, but he didn’t protest further as he scrambled to get up, the air fighting to get back into his lungs as he rushed in the direction of your village. And when he was fully out of sight, Mydei walked up to you, your breath momentarily hitching as he reached for you.

But instead of grabbing your wrist like Laios has done, he had instead held out his hand as if he was giving you a choice. As if he was saying, you can let me see your wrist, but only if you want to. Hesitating for only a moment, you laid your hand in his gloved one, his eyes finally downcast as he looked at your wrist, his fingers, ever so gently, turned your palm over as he watched a bruise slowly start to form on your skin.

“Did he hurt you anywhere else?”

You shook your head.

“Use your words.”

“N- no, he didn’t,” you answered quickly as you could feel the heat start to reach your neck as he finally looked back up to your face.

“A- anyway, Mydei. Thank you so much for your help.”

He let go of your hand, “of course, it was the … least I could do, but tell me, who exactly was he.”

You smiled sheepishly as you took a seat and patted the open spot next to you, Mydei, much to your surprise following suit as his arm gently brushed against your own as you explained who Laios was and how the man was determined to have you despite your constant disgust and refusal towards him.

“He sounds annoying.”

“He is,” you admitted truthfully.

“Why was he talking about the Kremnoans.”

You felt the tips of your ears go red as your shakily reached to the side of you and grabbed one of the books Anaxa had given you and had handed it to Mydei, “ever since meeting you, I have been bothering Anaxa to let me borrow any books he may have about Castrum Kremnos.”

“Anaxa,” Mydei questioned as he looked over the book.

You nodded, “he’s a scholar who hates the Aeons. That’s why he came to our village, far far away from any Aeons’ gaze,” you giggled at that last part as you watched Mydei crack open the book and read over a few lines.

“You were that curios about Castrum Kremnos?”

You nodded again as he closed the book and handed it back to you, his eyes and expression unreadable to you.

“Anyway, Mydei, what brings you here?”

Seemingly snapping him back into focus he reached for a small pouch he carried, opened it, and began sifting through it before pulling out two clean rags.

“For you, for … cleaning up the blood back then.”

He set the rags in your hands carefully, as if he was being cautious with what he was doing, as if he was afraid by putting something into your hand would break it. Which made since because to him, you were fragile and way too soft.

“Thank you so much, Mydei.”

He felt his chest tighten and his heart start to thump loud and hard, you called to him again all while using that sweet, soft tone. It was different from how you said his name from earlier.

He looked away from you then, his focus out on the field. His mind slowly turning into a muddled mess as thoughts of you started to cloud his head. He needed to change the subject or bid farewell, but … he didn’t want to leave. Not yet.

“You don’t have to read those books.”

You tilted your head to the side after you carefully folded the rags and sent beside you, “what do you mean?”

“You could just ask me about my home.”

“Really?!”

He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t your enthusiasm, but he was still grateful for the smile on your lips.

“Ask away.”

Which was exactly how you spent the rest of the day. Your questions were answered easily and sufficiently by Mydei even until the sun had fallen, and the moon had taken its place, the full moon luckily shedding enough moonlight that you could still see at night.

“It’s getting late,” Mydei finally said as he noticed your questions start to dwindle, “you should head home.”

He stood up then and offered his hand to you once more, to which you didn’t hesitate to take this time around.

“Will I see you again?”

There was that soft, naïve voice again. It was as if you were trying to kill him.

“You will.”

“When?”

He knew he shouldn’t tell you any of his battle plans, even if you posed no threat and weren’t an enemy, “not soon, but someday.”

You smiled at that, “I understand, thank you for today, Mydei.”

He nodded as he finally let go of your hand, he didn’t realize that he was holding onto it for so long already. But before you left, you gathered up the books and the rags that were still on the blanket before looking back up at Mydei, stepping towards him, you tried to hold onto the courage that you managed to muster before standing on your tippy toes and placing a gentle kiss right below his jaw. You had meant to kiss his cheek, but he was a bit taller than you expected and it was harder to reach him because of his arms that he crossed over his chest.

“T- that was to thank you as well, for everything you did for me today.”

You didn’t let him say anything else back to you as you turned on your heel to escape from any embarrassment that was waiting for you, your face, neck, and ears basically setting themselves on fire as you heated up considerably.

Mydei could only be left wanting more as he watched you leave all while Phainon has seen enough.

It was time to resharpen his arrow.

[tea-leavez]

Thinking of lazy mornings with Phainon; 

☆thinking of how you would slowly flutter you eye lids open to the warmth of the morning sun completely unaware of the subtle weight over your waist. 

☆How his body is just ever so slightly cool the touch in a way that satisfyingly contrasts the warm comfort of the blankets your snuggled beneath. 

☆Every time you shift even slightly you hear that tiny whine of protest from behind you, even in his sleep. 

☆When he inevitably wakes up from your movements, he clings to you tighter leaving lazy open-mouthed kisses across your neck. 

☆You’d end up staying there for an hour or two blissfully hidden from the rest of the world. Nothing would matter besides the two of you as you wrapped yourself into him and his ever-present scent of vanilla and sandalwood. 

☆He savors the moment and lets himself indulge as it’s rare he gets to relax at all, always under the pressures of fate. But today he doesn't have to rush out of the house in order to be somewhere he can simply be here with you. 

☆Eventually you two would drag yourself out of bed after much convincing and Phainon still trailing after you like a puppy, always having to touch some part of you. 

☆You make coffee and a light breakfast together before lazing on the couch talking in hushed soft voices about everything and nothing. 

[n0tamused]

I am the one who asked if you write for Phainon, and since you said yes, I shall request. First of all, congratulations for hitting 1500 followers! May your acc continue to flourish since your writings are so good.

For the event, may I request action 3 + fluff 22 for Phainon? And if it's okay, may I give context to the story?

Yk the sun birthmark on his neck? It would be nice to see reader checking him for any injuries after a battle but was distracted by it and impulsively kiss it, making Phainon shudder a little and flustered, but reader was a bit late to realize their action (that's when the line for fluff 22 begins) since I feel like he'd be the type to awkwardly act as if their action didn't just render him speechless.

˖ ࣪⊹Of bruises and kisses

Prompts: 3.A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking + 22.“You’re blushing.” “Yeah, so? Never seen anyone fall for your charm before?”

A/n: I'm really sorry for the long wait </3 I have suddenly gotten very overwhelmed by uni and some personal matters. I do hope you enjoy this regardless, thank you for your patience and thank you for joining me for this event and for your kind words! <3

Contents: Phainon x GN!Reader, just fluff

Words: 647

Ko-Fi |  1.5K followers event(closed)

Candle smell permeates all around you, making the air feel stuffy and too heavy with the faint scent of orange and lavender. An odd mix, yet that didn’t stop Phainon from lighting them up all at once.

You had found him rummaging through the drawers for a wash cloth, limping on one leg - he didn’t return home long ago either. You had dropped every thought and went to assist him, listening to him ramble about how this is not as scary as it looks, he is fine, he didn’t actually get his leg hurt during sparring but he actually twisted his ankle going home! You couldn’t hear the rest of it, hands working on ridding him of his various layers to get to bare skin.

He had quieted by then, sitting down on the nearest chair you saw and led him to.

His hands were on his thighs, eyes lost somewhere in the distance, not looking at you, meanwhile your gaze ventured all over him, cutting him open in search of any injury, any bruise. To your great relief, there was nothing serious waiting to jump out at you under his shirt, only a few faint bruises in the blooming.

“One of these days you will give me a heart attack, with this fashion you just come and go” you scold as you got a cold cloth to dab press onto the most offending bruise, located on the upper part of his chest. He snorted lightly at your words, his head dipping backwards before it straightened, a daring look cast at your own gaze.

“I am a warrior of Okhema, I must always be ready for a battle” he replied, tone light but dripping with amusement. “I mean not to make you worry so much, you know I wouldn’t carelessly throw myself into Thanatos’ embrace”. His statement earned a scoff from you, a quick roll of your eyes, but Phainon faltered not.

“And besides, I think this makes me look even better, wouldn’t you agree?” 

He chuckled, his fingers flexing on top of his thigh as you took his chin in your hands to tilt his head back, turning it slightly to the side as a little red line caught your eye.

You ran your fingers over it, collecting the red color on your fingertips. It was a scratch, a nasty red looking thing. You brought the washcloth up over it, cleaning the area of any dust that may have been lost to your sight. Phainon felt the light sting of water and cloth, but no complaint came from him as he looked across the walls and the tapestry that seemed to stare back at him. It made him lose himself in the moment, humming a low tune as you fussed over him.

His mind only snapped back into the moment once he felt your warm pair of lips on his neck. Chills ran up his spine. He could feel your hair tickle his skin, your lips lingering on the mark of the sun tainting his skin. 

You had moved away by the time he had come to his senses to move, looking at you with, what he hoped was, a smug expression.

“You are blushing”

His cheeks were undeniably..warm feeling. There was a fire crawling under his skin. And maybe he was clutching onto his thighs a little. 

“Yeah, so? Never seen anyone fall for your charm before?” he grinned, but the expression only made the apples of his cheeks grow even more red. His eyes were smiling too, and you’re sure he would be wagging his tail if he had one. Phainon doesn’t share in your amusement when you begin to chuckle, and then to laugh, although he chuckles along with you. He is hoping to play it off. 

“Charm? Why I am happy you say you’re so easy to charm, Warrior of Okhema”

Ⓒ n0tamused/jarttavia_. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

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JEALOUSY☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

jealous scenarios ft. phainon, anaxa, and mydei!

gen. neutral reader

cw: anaxa is kinda crazy he puts his gun to reader, possessiveness, mentions of violence, fluff, not proofread im so tired :')

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

phainon

phainon was one to pride himself on his natural charm, he was a very easy going guy. the stark contrast between him in battle and off was admirable.

though as much as he hates to admit it, sometimes the warrior takes over his instincts. for instance, right now as he watched the droma’s caretaker openly flirt with you.

it wasn’t just the flirting—though that was annoying enough—it was the way you laughed, the way your eyes softened, the way you didn’t immediately pull away. phainon knew you weren’t his, not in the way that would justify this sudden surge of possessiveness. but logic had never been good at taming instinct.

his fingers twitched at his side, an old habit from years of battle. the part of him that thrived in combat, the part that didn’t hesitate when faced with a challenge, whispered at him to act. it would be so easy to step in, to slide an arm around your waist, to make it clear to everyone in the room—especially to the man standing too close—that you weren’t available.

but that wasn’t his place. not yet, at least. so instead, he forced himself to take a breath, to unclench his fists, to remind himself that he was phainon—charming, laid-back, not the type to pick a fight over something so trivial.

“phainon, this one likes me!”

his stoic expression softened when he realized, in fact, you were talking about the loving dromas and not that man.

phainon smiled gently at your joy, “i can tell, he sure does like you a lot!”

there was a certain edge to his voice that could’ve been missed by onlookers. you gave him a concerned glance, one which he smiled at and didn’t question further.

and yet, when the caretaker let out another laugh, explaining the most basic knowledge of dromas ever, his hand brushing against yours, phainon found himself smiling again. it wasn’t a friendly smile.

“having fun?” he asked, voice smooth but carrying an edge beneath it as he finally approached the two of you.

“yeah—!” you were quick to respond only to look up at phainon and realize his attention wasn’t on you. “phainon..”

“yes my lovely spouse, who i treasure more than any riches and i’d also kill for?” now his attention was focused on you, his smile bittersweet.

the thing with phainon is whenever he looked at you, there was always such intensity.

“don’t start, i’m okay i promise.”

there was a joking tilt to your voice, but it was enough to calm him down.

“now, come over and feed the dromas with me! this one’s name is castor, very sweet we should take him home!”

phainon let out a dramatic sigh, placing a hand over his heart. "my love, as much as i would adore bringing castor home, i fear he would not fit through our door."

you laughed, reaching out to pet the dromas, who nuzzled into your touch affectionately. "we could make it work," you teased, "build a bigger door, you're strong enough. or, you know, just let him live in our backyard."

phainon hummed in thought, stepping closer until he was right beside you. "tempting," he mused, reaching out to pet castor. "but then i’d have to compete for your affection, and i don’t think my heart could take it."

you rolled your eyes, nudging him playfully. "oh, please. you already know you’re my favorite."

his grin softened into something more genuine, his blue eyes filled with something tender. "good. because my dearest, you are mine." phainon swears the dromas narrowed its eyes at him (the caretaker did too but phainon was too busy enjoying the memoment with you to get mad all over again).

you burst into laughter as the dromas let out a soft sound, clearly pleased with itself. "maybe if you were as cute as them, you’d stand a chance."

phainon clutched his chest. "wounded. utterly wounded."

but despite his theatrics, he leaned in closer, his hand brushing against yours as you both continued to feed the dromas together, the warmth between you as steady as ever.

...

"y'know, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to take one home, then we wouldn't have to come back here. i can't believe that vile man had the nerve to even look at you..!"

"phainon, my dear, we are not actually going to take one home."

"...i like the name kevin, wouldn't you agree, [name]?"

the rest of the day was spent with phainon in your ear.

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

anaxa

the carefully crafted lunched in your hands was the least of your worries as a soft click was heard from behind you followed by a pressure being applied to the back of your head.

just to think; you went out of your way to bring lunch to your oh-so-kind boyfriend and this is how he greets you?

you would say you're surprised but... this isn't the first time something like this has happened.

"do tell me, what's the foul mood for now?"

he didn't appreciate the snarky comment as the gun pushed against your head even more.

"my [name], you seemed to enjoy yourself outside with that man. would i be correct to assume so?"

so this is what he's mad about.

you exhaled slowly, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. "if you must know, i was just making conversation. you know, something normal people do?"

the gun pressed harder against your skull in response, the warning clear. anaxa hated being mocked.

"careful," he murmured, voice quieter now, more dangerous. "i'm already being generous by allowing you to explain yourself. do not test my patience."

you tilted your head slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of him from the corner of your eye. his expression was unreadable, but his grip on the gun was steady—too steady.

"allowing me to explain myself?" you echoed, amusement creeping into your tone. "and here i thought my oh-so-loving boyfriend would trust me a little more by now."

anaxa exhaled sharply through his nose, but he said nothing. the silence stretched between you for a few moments before the pressure at the back of your head finally disappeared.

anaxa let out a low hum, his voice smooth yet laced with something sharp—jealousy, possessiveness, something only he could wield so effortlessly. "you know how i feel about you entertaining the company of other men," he said, tilting his head slightly. "and yet, there you were, laughing as if you had no care in the world."

you sigh, "i promise you it was a very brief interaction. i even told him i was visiting you for lunch."

anaxa looked away in faux annoyance as he gently took the lunch from your hands.

"thank you, [name]." anaxa was genuine in his thanks, he understood how troublesome it could be to reach him in the grove of epiphany.

you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. "i'd say 'you're welcome,' but i'm not sure you deserve it after that stunt."

he sighed dramatically, setting the lunch down on his desk before taking a seat. his movements were as measured as ever, graceful even in something as simple as this. "you wound me, truly," he drawled, undoing the buttons of his cuffs and rolling his sleeves up. "but i suppose my cruelty knows no bounds, does it? threatening my beloved over something as insignificant as a passing interaction."

"so you admit it was ridiculous?" you quirked a brow, leaning against the edge of his desk.

anaxa leaned back slightly in his chair, watching you with a gaze so heavy it felt like an unseen weight pressing against you. "i admit nothing," he corrected, voice as smooth as ever. "but even the most brilliant minds are prone to… lapses in judgment."

you let out a small scoff, shaking your head. "right. 'lapses in judgment.' is that what we're calling your absurd jealousy now?"

he exhaled through his nose, as if considering your words, before finally opening the meal you had brought him. "call it whatever you like, my dear," he said idly, plucking a piece of food with deliberate ease. "but tell me, if i were to flirt so freely with another, would you be so composed?"

your mouth opened, but the words died on your tongue. anaxa watched your hesitation with something akin to satisfaction, his smirk deepening ever so slightly.

"i thought as much," he said smoothly, taking a slow, deliberate bite of his food. "jealousy, my dear, is a universal affliction. i am simply more… expressive about mine."

you huffed, looking away, but the warmth in your cheeks betrayed you. "you're insufferable and lucky i have the patience for you," you muttered.

he let out a soft chuckle, low and indulgent. "patience," he mused, reaching out to brush a gloved finger against your cheek, slow and deliberate. "such a rare and commendable virtue. though i must wonder..."

his touch trailed lower, tracing the curve of your jaw before finally resting under your chin. with the lightest pressure, he tilted your face ever so slightly upward, forcing you to hold his gaze.

"how much longer will that patience last, i wonder?"

you swallowed, refusing to look away. "depends," you said, barely above a breath. "how many more times do you plan on pulling a gun on me?"

anaxa’s lips curled into the faintest smirk, but his eyes flickered with something softer—something dangerously close to fondness.

"ah," he sighed dramatically, finally releasing you and leaning back into his chair. "a fair question. but, my dear, you wound me. surely you know by now that i only threaten the things i cannot bear to lose?"

you stared at him, feeling both shocked and flustered.

you huffed, shaking your head as you finally relented, letting the conversation settle into something resembling peace. and despite everything—despite his absurd possessiveness, his impossible nature, his maddeningly smug demeanor—you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away.

because somehow, against all logic, against every ounce of reason—anaxa was yours. and that was something even he, with all his sharp words and sharper wit, could never deny.

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

mydei

mydei always found himself in petty competitions with phainon. whether it was who could pick the most apples to who could slay the most enemies, phainon always knew how to push his buttons.

though he might’ve pushed them a little too far..

“afraid you’ll lose? i would’ve never guessed that the great mydeimos was scared of talking to a girl. or are you scared [name] will end up liking me more?”

“deliverer,” mydei said with a scary amount of joy in his voice, “tell me, do you enjoy being humiliated by a kremnoan heir?”

“so is it a deal?”

“if that’s what you wish to call it, we’ll start now. try not to make an utter fool out of yourself. you won't even be able to touch them."

there was absolutely no way mydei was going to even let phainon breathe the same air as you.

phainon grinned, entirely unfazed by mydei’s sharp tone. “oh? possessive already? my, my, what will [name] think of this? surely they've noticed your crush on them by now.”

mydei exhaled through his nose, crossing his arms. “they will think nothing of it because you will not get the opportunity to so much as look at them.”

phainon laughed, tilting his head with an almost lazy confidence. “bold words. i wonder if you’ll still be saying that once they’re hanging off my arm instead.”

the barely restrained fury in mydei’s eyes was almost comical. “you delude yourself.”

“and you’re stalling.” phainon shrugged, already turning on his heel. “come now, mydeimos. unless, of course, you are afraid?”

mydei scoffed, stepping forward with an air of unwavering confidence. “i fear nothing—least of all a fool with an overinflated ego.”

the competition had begun.

mydei was the first to find you. he's always remembered the places you often frequented, the bathhouse being common among them.

mydei found you tucked away in one of the quieter corners of the bathhouse, steam curling through the air in delicate wisps. he approached silently, his footsteps barely making a sound against the stone floor.

he had always been observant—perhaps more than you'd realized. no matter how much time passed, he never forgot the places you sought comfort in.

"i thought i'd find you here," he murmured, his voice low and steady, cutting through the gentle trickle of water. "it's peaceful here," you said softly, returning your gaze to the water, watching a rubber duck float by.

after a long moment, you glanced at him, the tension in your chest easing just a little.

"you always find me."

mydei's crimson eyes softened, a rare hint of fondness breaking through his composed exterior.

"of course," he said quietly. "you're worth finding."

mydei had a huge advantage over phainon; everything that came out of his mouth was genuine.

you felt your body heat amplifying from his intense gaze, the steam from the bath worsening your situation.

the air between you two felt thick with unspoken words, the steam in the room only adding to the intensity. mydei’s crimson eyes were locked onto you with an unwavering focus, as if trying to read something deeper than just your expressions.

“you know, you really don’t make this easy,” you muttered, trying to divert your thoughts, the heat rising in your chest feeling like it might burst through your skin.

he raised an eyebrow, his gaze never leaving yours. "make what easy?"

you shifted uncomfortably, the faintest of blush creeping onto your cheeks. “this... this tension.”

mydei tilted his head slightly, the smallest of smirks tugging at the corner of his mouth. “tension?” he repeated, his voice smooth and calculated. “i’m simply speaking the truth.”

you shot him a glance, his words echoing in your mind. you’re worth finding.

it wasn’t like you hadn’t heard him say such things before, but this time, it felt different. There was no teasing, no veiled sarcasm—just the raw sincerity that mydei rarely offered.

“you never do anything half-heartedly, do you?” you said, a small sigh escaping your lips.

mydei didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stepped closer, his presence looming like a silent promise. His gaze softened as he spoke, but there was still a quiet intensity behind it.

"only when it’s worth it," he said, his voice almost a whisper, but it still hit you like a wave.

your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, you forgot how to breathe.

he moment hung between you two, the weight of his words settling deep within you. mydei’s presence was suffocating in the best way—an intensity that seemed to radiate from him, the kind that made it impossible to think of anything else but him.

you opened your mouth, but the words stuck. something about his steady gaze and the closeness between you left you speechless, your heart thudding in your chest.

“mydei…” you whispered, almost as if testing the air, "would you like to join me in the bath? i'm sue it'll help relieve any sores you might have?"

mydei's gaze flickered to you, and for a brief moment, the quiet intensity in his eyes softened, replaced by a curious, almost amused glint. he took a step closer, the space between you two shrinking even more.

“you offer me company in the bath?” he asked, his voice holding a hint of surprise. “how… bold.”

you could hear the teasing undertone in his words, but it wasn’t as biting as usual. there was something more… tender in the way he spoke, something that made your heart flutter despite the calmness of the moment.

“i only thought it might help you relax,” you replied, keeping your tone light, though your pulse quickened slightly under his steady gaze. “and you’re always so tense. even the crown prince needs to rest now and then.”

mydei let out a quiet chuckle at that, the sound warm and soft, like the fleeting warmth of the bath. "i’m afraid i’ve never had much time for relaxation," he murmured, his tone shifting again, darker, but with an edge of something more vulnerable. "but perhaps you’re right. it’s been... a long time since i allowed myself the luxury."

there was a pause, and you could see the weight of his words settle over him, like he’d just made a decision. his eyes softened, and he took another step closer, his fingers brushing against your wrist as he gently took your hand.

"then, i’ll join you. for once, perhaps i could allow myself this."

as mydei settled comfortably next to you in the bath, he couldn't help but wonder where phainon had been all this time.

and there was a small voice in the back of his head, saying 'if phainon found you first, would you have invited him into the bath with you?'

he glanced sideways at you, his gaze unreadable for a brief moment as he tried to suppress the discomfort he felt at the idea.

as he took in your relaxed face, mydei realized how important such moments were to the two of you. this was just the start of many more scenarios he would spend with you.

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i just love the idea of unhinged anaxa

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

Nerd reader giving blowjob to bully Mydei n Phainon 😈🔥

✩ warnings : nsfw, gn!reader, dirty talk, face f*cking, dubcon, semen on face, rough blowjob, humiliation kink and degradation.

You should’ve known better than to stay late.

The halls were empty, the lights buzzing faintly overhead, and you were just trying to mind your business—finishing up an assignment, fixing your notes, doing anything to avoid catching attention. But, of course, that’s exactly what you did.

"Look what we have here," a familiar, taunting voice drawled from the doorway. Your stomach dropped. Mydei leaned against the frame, arms crossed, that shit-eating smirk already in place. Behind him, Phainon strolled in at his own pace, ever the composed one, but the sharp amusement in his gaze was just as dangerous.

You swallowed, gripping your pen a little too tight. "I—I was just leaving," you tried, already shuffling to pack your things, but Mydei was faster. He was at your desk in an instant, one hand pressing down on your open book, the other tilting your chin up with two fingers.

"Leaving? Nah," he murmured, eyes flicking over your face, your wide, nervous eyes, the way your glasses were already slipping down your nose. "You’re not going anywhere. Not ‘til we get some...extra credit."

phainon chuckled softly, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click. "Generous of you, Mydei. Offering them a lesson like this."

You didn’t get a chance to protest before Mydei was guiding you out of your chair, down onto your knees between them. Your breath hitched, heart pounding as he undid his belt with agonizing slowness, his cock already half-hard, heavy in his hand.

"C’mon, nerd," he teased, tapping it against your cheek. "Let’s see how good that mouth really is."

Your face burned. You should’ve resisted, should’ve shoved him away, but the heat of their gazes pinned you in place. With shaking hands, you reached up, wrapping your fingers hesitantly around his length before taking him in your mouth.

"Fuck," Mydei hissed, fingers threading through your hair, forcing you down further. "Didn’t think you’d be so eager. What, been fantasizing about this?"

From the side, Phainon hummed in amusement. "Look at them. Glasses fogging up, drool already dripping. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?"

You whined, the vibration making Mydei groan, his grip tightening. His hips snapped forward, making you gag around him, tears pricking your eyes. But he didn’t stop.

"Take it," he growled, his pace rough, unforgiving. "Thought you were supposed to be smart. Figure it out."

Your head was spinning, hands clutching at his thighs for balance. Phainon, ever patient, finally took pity on you—only to make it worse. He crouched beside you, thumb swiping at the spit glistening on your chin, his voice almost gentle in contrast.

"Messy little thing," he mused. "Here, let’s make it worse."

Before you could react, he freed himself from his pants, hard and leaking, and tapped it against your cheek. Mydei grinned, catching on immediately. "Open up," he ordered, yanking your head back just enough. "Time to earn that A, nerd."

Your vision blurred, humiliation burning through you as you struggled to take them both. One stretching your lips wide, the other teasing against your tongue, Phainon’s breath hitching as he finally pushed past your lips.

"Shit, that’s a good look," Mydei groaned, watching the way your throat struggled around him. "Maybe we should keep ‘em like this, huh, Phainon? Just a little nerd to use whenever we want."

Phainon chuckled, guiding your head between them with slow, deliberate motions. "Wouldn’t that be nice?" he mused, voice dripping with mockery. "But then again, they might get too needy."

Tears streaked down your cheeks, spit and precum smeared messily across your face, your glasses barely hanging on. Your jaw ached, lungs burning, but the way they praised and degraded you in the same breath had your stomach twisting with something filthy, something you didn’t want to name.

And then, without warning, Mydei groaned, his grip tightening, hips snapping forward one last time. "Fuck—" His release flooded your mouth, thick and hot, forcing you to swallow around him.

Phainon wasn’t far behind, pulling out at the last second to paint your cheek with his own release. He exhaled sharply, watching with a smirk as it dripped down your jaw.

You trembled, wrecked, panting, tears still clinging to your lashes. But they didn’t even spare you a moment of aftercare. Mydei zipped up, stretching with a satisfied sigh.

Phainon, ever composed, simply tucked himself away, adjusting his belt like nothing happened. "Look at you," Mydei sneered, crouching just enough to grab your chin, smearing his thumb through the mess on your face. "Didn’t even try to wipe yourself off. What, hoping for round two?"

Phainon chuckled, slipping on his blazer. "They do look awfully needy still," he mused. "But we’ve got better things to do, don’t we, Mydei?"

"Mm, shame," Mydei sighed, standing back up. "Guess you’ll just have to clean yourself up, nerd."

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[harmonysanreads]

Do you think if Phainon play sim4 he would make sim of him and reader make them get marry or smh

Absolutely. He's no better than a little girl playing house for the first time in her life in this regard.

It's as if the devil himself whispered the idea to his ears, because looking back, he has no idea where he got the thought from. His initial intention for playing the game was quite harmless. But after making his sim a little too much in his own likeliness and realizing he's made a female sim also a bit too much in your likeliness (he swears it was his fingers), he couldn't really... stop himself from going further.

Tribbie was praising him for finally picking up books and studying all-night or something, by the dark circles under his eyes, you surmised. Kephale forbid anyone finds out he actually spent designing your wedding dress and throwing the most extravagant as a sims wedding can get ceremony until the sun was knocking at his window signaling the end of a whole night.

It's only when one random day, he comes racing to you with tears in his eyes, begging you to not leave him, were you able to find out. The sim of you told me they'd divorce me — he did not budge until you coddled him and swore an oath to never ever bring up the forbidden word, in real life that is.

[earthtooz]

phainon x gn!scholar reader, phainon is so in love and reader is oblivious

The Chrysos Heir is in love.

The moment Phainon’s eyes first met yours, there was a stutter in his heart, an indescribable feeling of reverence coupled with curiosity creeped into his being when he first met you.

Beautiful. That was the only word he knew at the time.

Your beauty was unparalleled, unmatched as you saunter into his view, mind not exactly present in the moment as your clothes swayed with your every hurried step. Your eyes were foggy, a testament to your dedication and work, evidenced by the tablet you held snug to your side.

He decides in that moment that he wants to know you, so he purposefully sets himself in your line of movement and waits for the moment when you bump into him, far too focused in a world that wasn’t the one you were presently in. Fate decided to be kind to him when you fall right into his schemes, allowing him to catch you with an arm secured around your waist, your tablet falling to the stone pavement with a dull smack.

“Oh my!” you exclaim. “My utmost apologies, I was not aware of where I was going-”

He smiles, for the last thing he was thinking of was your apology. Even your voice is beautiful, the words flowing into his ears like warm ichor.

“It’s alright,” he reassures with that smile of his, almost faltering when his heart skips another beat the moment your eyes flit to look at his. Phainon thinks he’s going to collapse to his knees if you glance away. “I’ll forgive you if you tell me your name.”

Unaware of his flirtatious intentions, you sound out the syllables of your name and he repeats it with much wonder. “What a lovely name. I’m Phainon, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

The Chrysos Heir is in love.

It’s been two years since he first met you, and you are still just as enchanting.

He learns you are a widely renowned scholar and author, which explains the tablet you held that day. Of course, you were shocked the moment he uttered his name, for the titles of the Chrysos Heirs were well known, essentially common knowledge for those that flourished in the world of academia. Phainon still cherishes the memory of your expression, keeping it in the back of his mind and musing over it in private.

If you had known he was holding that over you, you would have thrown a slew of unpretty words at him with that pretty voice of yours, and he would have cherished them the same way he does with all of your works.

Whenever Phainon hears that your most recent novel has been released, he is one of the first to scour for it, reading it from start to finish within days. Even your publications from years before have a place on his shelves, there is no book of yours that he has not purchased and proceeded to read from front to back.

He insists on meeting you whenever he can, and while you answer a question he asked, he’s trying to keep his marvelling to a minimum, trying to keep these feelings from spilling all over you as he lets you know that his undivided attention is on you.

You’re skeptical of him. You wonder why he seeks your companionship specifically, what about you entertained him enough to invite you on market walks, buy your favourite drink from your favourite stall, and then sit on a marble bench in a quiet park underneath falling leaves.

As you’re busy pondering, he jolts whenever your thigh brushes against his.

The Chrysos Heir is in love.

His favourite time to admire you is when you’re deep in thought and unaware of the world around you, too focused on the wax tablet that sits on your desk.

Despite the practicality of papers, you tell him you like the sensation of writing on wax, how your pen glides along, all of your bursts of inspiration occur like this, so they hold a dear place in your heart. Soft chatter is exchanged, he tells you about his day, you share some idle musings about yours, then you let him know of the most recent developments of your work before he lets you write in peace.

Phainon tries not to stare too much, knows it’s unbecoming to do so, but he can’t help letting his eyes linger on you as your hand scrawls, occasionally taking a break here and there but never letting the train of thought end without it being recorded.

He could watch forever. He could be here forever, sitting in a comfortable chaise in the corner of your study, rendering himself invisible in your periphery as he just gets to exist with you.

The Chrysos Heir is in love.

It’s not widely known, perhaps less than a handful of people know, and it’s not because he has confessed it to them outright, but because they have caught on to the subtleties.

The company he surrounds himself with knows well enough about the scholar that has caught his heart, and how he refuses to run away. They give him teasing looks now and then whenever the prospect of romance and love is raised, and glance specifically at the light-haired when your name is mentioned in passing, not wanting to miss the softening of his bright gaze.

It’s even more entertaining because you are not aware of it.

You are not aware of Phainon’s awestruck eyes whenever he looks at you, how he leans closer whenever you speak, desperate to close the gap however he can. You are not aware of how he speaks your name so gently, as if wanting the wind to take the words away and to you so that no one else may hear. You are not aware of the little world Phainon lives in where it’s just you and him, existing together.

The rest of the Chrysos Heir hound after him relentlessly when they first discovered of your ignorance to his feelings, and now they make it their life mission to make fun of him for it, especially before you.

Phainon does not mind, well- tries not to, because he is in love.

As infuriating it is that you haven’t caught on, despite your immense intelligence, he waits patiently for the day you will.

Even though he yearns to declare it from the highest point of Amphoreus, that his very being has been seized by you, he is content with the quiet moments you share now, and he will happily take all that you give him, even if he wants more.

Phainon is in love.

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[myderis]

savior ꒱ phainon 'n fem reader ᰔ fluff ⊹ word count 0.5k

"Quick, hide me!" you were in a total panic running to PHAINON using him like a human shield as your hands found a place on his back, gently tugging his cape. Although he didn't have time to react, he knew you were in big trouble if you were looking for him. "What is it this time, my lady? You stole another scroll, rode a droma unsupervised, scammed someone, or—?"

"Where is she?" you panicked even more hearing the voice of none other than Mydei and his footsteps that could tear the ground apart, and maybe even your dignity. "Where's who?" Phainon's calm voice carried just enough to sound believable. He didn’t flinch as the prince’s towering frame loomed closer, his eyes blazing like twin suns. The Deliverer shrugged slightly, ensuring his broad frame blocked you from sight as you pressed closer to his back, your heart pounding like a war drum.

"You know exactly who I’m talking about," Mydei growled. His tone was edged with frustration, and you could almost feel his glare cutting through the space between them. "She drank all of my pomegranate juice. Do you have any idea how long I waited for the harvest? Where is she?" At those words, your stomach twisted with guilt and fear. You hadn’t meant to drink all of it… but it was just so good.

Phainon tilted his head, considering. "Pomegranate juice, you say? That’s tragic. But alas, I’m afraid I haven’t seen her.” leaning casually against a pillar as if Mydei’s wrath was the least of his worries. "Perhaps she’s taken to the market? Or gone to annoy someone else?" 

Mydei hesitated, uncertain whether to believe Phainon or keep pressing him for answers. After a long, tense pause, he sighed, not wanting to bother himself anymore.

"Fine. If you see her, tell her to face me like an adult," You shot your savior a silent, desperate thank-you from behind his back. He subtly shifted, blocking you further from view. Mydei narrowed his eyes, clearly not buying it, but after a moment, he huffed, muttering something about “finding her eventually” before storming off.

As soon as he was gone, you stepped out from behind Phainon. "I owe you my life," you said dramatically, your heart still racing. "Or at least my dignity."

Turning to you, an eyebrow raised in amusement. "You owe me more than that, I think. But we’ll start with the truth—what did you do?"

You hesitated, then confessed, "I… drank all of Mydei’s pomegranate juice. I was thirsty! And it was just sitting there, looking—"

"Delicious?" Phainon finished, smirking. "You’re lucky I’m good at lying."

"Lucky doesn’t even cover it. I don’t know how to thank you," you admitted, a gentle smile appearing on your face and Phainon crossed his arms, his smirk widening. "I can think of one way."

Your stomach did a little flip. "Do you want to go out on a date?"

He chuckled, blue eyes shining with adoration, "I was going to suggest you replace the juice, but now that you mention it… I won’t say no."

You flushed, but you couldn’t help but laugh. "It’s settled then,"

"At least for now, my lady," he teased, making you wonder how draining Mydei’s pomegranate juice wasn’t the worst decision you’d made after all.

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[xichilie]

Phainon x (fem)reader

Phainon is crushing, and Y/N is oblivious XD

🤭🫶🏻

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Okhema City was a marvel of elegance and energy, its golden towers glowing under a soft, perpetual light. The streets hummed with the sounds of music and conversation as people moved through the grand plazas and intricate skybridges. Laughter drifted from bustling vendors, and faint trails of sweet, spiced aromas filled the air.

Phainon walked beside you, exuding what could only be described as dramatic confidence. His regal coat swished behind him, the embroidered gold and blue threads catching the light with every exaggerated step he took. He kept glancing at you out of the corner of his eye, trying to appear casual but failing miserably.

You, however, were entirely oblivious to his nervous antics. Your gaze was fixed on the city around you, marveling at the sheer beauty of the architecture and the lively atmosphere. “This place is amazing,” you said, a smile tugging at your lips as you looked up at the softly glowing arches above. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Yeah, it’s... something,” Phainon replied, his voice a little too eager. “But, uh, I could show you the really amazing parts. I know all the best spots.”

“Like what?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“Oh, uh...” Phainon faltered, his confidence slipping under the weight of your direct attention. “Like, um, this fountain right over there! It’s super... historic?” He pointed toward a glowing marble fountain that you were already walking toward, his enthusiasm betraying the fact that he hadn’t actually thought this through.

Trailing behind you were Phainon’s companions: Tribbie, a small girl with fiery red hair and vibrant blue eyes who seemed incapable of standing still, and Mydei, tall and intimidating with his untamed blonde-and-red hair and an aura of perpetual irritation.

Tribbie grinned as she jogged to keep up with you two. “He means he wants to show you off,” she whispered conspiratorially to Mydei, giggling. “Look at him! He’s been tripping over himself the whole time!”

“I noticed,” Mydei muttered, crossing his arms as he followed. “Not like he’s being subtle.”

Phainon overheard them and whipped around. “I am being subtle!” he hissed, his face red.

“Sure you are,” Mydei deadpanned, not even bothering to hide his smirk.

“Don’t listen to him,” Tribbie said, skipping up to Phainon’s side. “You’re doing great! Well, except for the part where you keep blushing every time Y/N looks at you. But other than that, perfect.”

“Tribbie, please!” Phainon groaned, glancing nervously at you to see if you’d noticed their conversation. Fortunately—or unfortunately—you were completely engrossed in admiring the intricate carvings on the fountain.

“It’s okay!” Tribbie whispered loudly. “Y/N’s totally clueless. You’ve got time to pull it together!”

“I don’t need to pull anything together!” Phainon snapped, though the panic in his voice betrayed him.

“What are you two whispering about back there?” you asked, glancing over your shoulder.

“Oh, nothing!” Tribbie said with a grin, skipping back to walk beside you. “Phainon was just telling us how much he loves—uh—fountains! Right, Phainon?”

Phainon coughed, his cheeks still pink. “Yes. Fountains. Very majestic.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, but didn’t press the matter, much to his obvious relief.

Tribbie, however, was far from done. “So, Y/N,” she said, clasping her hands behind her back and tilting her head in a way that could only be described as way too innocent, “what do you think of Phainon? Pretty cool, huh?”

You blinked at her, caught off guard by the sudden question. “Uh... sure. He’s great.”

Tribbie gasped dramatically, spinning to face Phainon. “Did you hear that? Y/N thinks you’re great!”

Phainon’s eyes widened, his face turning an alarming shade of red. “She didn’t mean it like that!” he said, his voice cracking slightly.

“I mean,” you said, looking between them with a confused smile, “you are great. You’re a good leader, and you’re... fun to be around. Why wouldn’t I think that?”

Phainon opened his mouth, then closed it, his brain clearly short-circuiting. “I—uh—thank you?” he managed weakly.

Tribbie clapped her hands together. “Oh, this is too good. Mydei, isn’t this great?”

“Yeah,” Mydei said, rolling his eyes. “If by ‘great’ you mean ‘painful to watch.’”

“Okay, that’s enough out of both of you,” Phainon said, his tone equal parts exasperated and mortified. He took a deep breath, trying to regain some semblance of composure. “Y/N, do you want to see the market district? It’s a lot livelier than this part of the city.”

You nodded, still oblivious to his obvious fluster. “That sounds fun.”

As you all made your way toward the bustling marketplace, Tribbie leaned closer to Mydei, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “You know,” she whispered, “we should help him out. Like, nudge things along a bit.”

Mydei gave her a flat look. “Or we could let him suffer. That’s been entertaining enough.”

Tribbie stifled a giggle as she looked up at Phainon, who was now awkwardly trying to match your pace without looking like he was trying too hard. “He’s so hopeless,” she whispered.

“I can hear you,” Phainon muttered without turning around.

“Good!” Tribbie chirped. “Maybe it’ll inspire you to actually do something about it!”

Phainon groaned, his face in his hands as he walked. You, meanwhile, simply admired the sights, blissfully unaware of the chaotic energy simmering between your companions.

By the time you reached the market district, the air was alive with music and the scent of freshly baked bread. Phainon, for all his flustered awkwardness, managed to walk beside you with his usual confidence—though his companions’ constant teasing kept his nerves simmering just beneath the surface.

For Phainon, it was a miracle you hadn’t picked up on his obvious feelings. For Tribbie, it was her favorite ongoing drama. And for Mydei, well, it was just another day in Okhema City.

The market district was a riot of colors and sounds, with stalls overflowing with intricate wares: handwoven fabrics, shimmering jewelry, and jars filled with glowing powders that seemed to hum faintly with energy. Street performers danced and spun glowing ribbons in the air, while vendors called out their prices, each trying to outshine the next.

You walked ahead, drawn to a stall filled with delicate glass ornaments that sparkled in the warm light. Phainon hovered a step behind, trying to look relaxed but still stealing glances at you.

“You know,” you said, turning a small, intricately carved pendant over in your hands, “this place is so vibrant. I feel like I could spend days here and still not see everything.”

Phainon took a deep breath, willing himself to act natural. “If you wanted, I could show you around tomorrow. Or, you know, whenever you’re free.”

Tribbie appeared out of nowhere, practically popping up between you two. “Ohhh, a private tour? How romantic!”

Phainon choked on his own breath, quickly covering it with a cough. “Tribbie, not now!”

“What? I think it’s sweet!” she said with an exaggerated pout, blue eyes wide with mock innocence.

You blinked at her, clearly confused. “I mean, it’d be nice to have a guide,” you said, glancing at Phainon with a smile. “You know a lot about this place, don’t you?”

Phainon’s heart skipped a beat at your words, but before he could reply, Mydei strode up, carrying a skewer of grilled meat and giving the group his usual deadpan stare. “What’s going on now? Is Tribbie making it weird again?”

“She’s trying,” Phainon muttered under his breath.

“I’m helping,” Tribbie said brightly. She grabbed Phainon’s arm and gave him an encouraging shake. “Go on, tell Y/N about how you’re practically an expert on Okhema City!”

“Uh, well,” Phainon stammered, clearly thrown off by the sudden pressure. He rubbed the back of his neck and tried to pull himself together. “I’ve spent a lot of time here, so I guess you could say I know it pretty well.”

“You guess?” Tribbie teased, nudging him with her elbow. “Come on, sell yourself! Tell them about that time you saved that merchant from bandits!”

Phainon groaned, his face turning red. “Tribbie, that’s not relevant—”

“Wait, you did that?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, yeah,” Phainon admitted sheepishly. “But it’s not a big deal or anything.”

“Not a big deal?” Tribbie gasped, placing a hand dramatically over her heart. “Y/N, did you know he fought off three bandits at once? With nothing but his sword and his sheer determination!”

Mydei snorted, taking a bite of his skewer. “Don’t forget the part where he tripped over a crate halfway through.”

“Hey!” Phainon snapped, glaring at him. “That crate was in a bad spot!”

“Sure it was,” Mydei said dryly, smirking.

You couldn’t help but laugh at their banter, the sound drawing Phainon’s attention back to you. His flustered frustration melted into a soft smile as he watched you, his companions’ teasing momentarily forgotten.

“Still,” you said, glancing at Phainon, “that’s impressive. You’re braver than I thought.”

“Brave?” Tribbie repeated with a grin. “He’s practically a hero! You should see him during training—he’s always going on about protecting people and doing the right thing.”

“Tribbie,” Phainon groaned, his face buried in his hands.

“What? I’m just saying you’d make a great knight in shining armor!”

“You mean a dramatic idiot,” Mydei muttered, earning a glare from Phainon.

“You’re not wrong,” you said with a playful smile, making Phainon freeze in place.

“W-wait, what?” he stammered.

“Nothing,” you replied innocently, already turning back to the glass ornaments on display.

Tribbie leaned toward Phainon, whispering loudly enough for everyone to hear. “She totally likes you.”

Phainon let out an exasperated groan. “Tribbie, stop!”

“Or,” Mydei said, his tone dripping with sarcasm, “you could just tell them how you feel instead of embarrassing yourself all day.”

“I’m not embarrassing myself!” Phainon protested, though his flushed face suggested otherwise.

“You kinda are,” Tribbie chimed in with a grin.

“You know what?” Phainon said, throwing his hands in the air. “I’m just going to go buy something. For Y/N.”

Tribbie gasped. “Oh my gosh, are you getting them a gift?!”

“It’s not a gift!” he said quickly, already heading toward a nearby stall selling small, carved figurines. “It’s... uh... a gesture of friendship!”

You raised an eyebrow as you watched him stride off, clearly flustered. “What’s he doing?”

“Something dumb,” Mydei muttered around a bite of his skewer.

Tribbie clapped her hands together, practically bouncing on her heels. “Oh, this is the best day ever.”

As Phainon returned with a small, delicate figurine of a bird carved from white stone, his nervous smile made you tilt your head in curiosity.

“For you,” he said, holding it out. “I saw it and thought... well, it reminded me of you. I mean—not in a weird way! Just... it’s graceful. And unique. And, um...”

“Thank you,” you said, cutting him off before he spiraled completely. You took the figurine, turning it over in your hands with a smile. “It’s beautiful.”

Phainon’s shoulders sagged with relief, though Tribbie immediately burst into applause.

“He did it!” she said, grinning at Mydei. “He actually did something right!”

Mydei just shook his head. “Don’t encourage him.”

You laughed again, the sound filling the air like music. Phainon smiled, his heart swelling despite his companions’ relentless teasing. Maybe you hadn’t caught on to his feelings yet—but moments like this gave him hope.

For now, walking beside you through the glowing streets of Okhema City was more than enough.

As you passed through the busy market, your eyes caught sight of two familiar figures ahead—Dan Heng and Trailblazer.

“Hey, Y/N!” Trailblazer’s voice called out, a mischievous grin spreading across their face as they waved toward you.

"Hey!" you called back, a bright smile spreading across your face. Without missing a beat, you waved back and started making your way toward them.

Behind you, Phainon straightened up at the sound of their names, his steps growing a little stiffer. Tribbie noticed immediately and nudged Mydei.

“Looks like Phainon’s acting all nervous again,” she whispered, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “He’s got that look.”

Mydei grunted. “He’s not fooling anyone. Especially not Y/N.”

Phainon pretended he hadn’t heard them, but his cheeks were just a little flushed as he joined you, Tribbie, and Mydei in greeting Dan Heng and Trailblazer.

“So, what brings you two here?” you asked as you approached.

Dan Heng nodded with a small smile. “We were checking out the local sights. Thought we’d catch up with you and see how things were going.”

Trailblazer grinned, their eyes flicking over to Phainon before returning to you. “Well, it looks like Phainon’s been keeping you entertained.”

Phainon stiffened at the sudden attention, his white hair swaying lightly as he gave a small nod. “I’ve only been showing Y/N around. It’s nothing special.” His voice was a little too casual, and his gaze flickered away nervously, though no one commented on it—except for Tribbie.

“Nothing special?” Tribbie shot a glance at Phainon, her voice full of playful innocence. “Phainon’s so modest. He’s been the perfect tour guide—especially when he bought Y/N a gift earlier. So thoughtful!”

Phainon’s face went crimson. “I—Tribbie, please.” He looked around desperately as if hoping for a distraction, but everyone was watching him now.

You blinked, completely unaware of the undercurrent of tension. “Yeah its pretty cute look"

“It was just a little trinket,” Phainon mumbled, now avoiding eye contact as he fidgeted with the hem of his coat. “Nothing to make a fuss over.”

“Oh, I’m sure its just a little trinket,” Trailblazer teased, arching an eyebrow at him. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”

“Trailblazer…” Dan Heng’s voice was flat, warning them to ease up on the teasing.

You, still oblivious, gave Phainon a warm smile. “I think it was really sweet.”

Phainon tried his best to hold his composure, but his cheeks were a little too pink for anyone to miss. “It’s... really not important.”

“Sure it’s not,” Trailblazer said, nudging Dan Heng with a sly grin. “What do you think, Dan Heng? Think we should give them some space?”

Dan Heng didn’t respond immediately, but his eyes flickered briefly between you and Phainon. He sighed, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice as he answered. “If you want to, sure. But we know how Y/N is when they’re excited about something.” He turned to you with a faint smile. “You’re enjoying the city so far, I take it?”

You nodded enthusiastically. “Definitely! Phainon’s been an amazing guide. I’ve learned so much about Okhema already.”

Phainon’s stiff posture relaxed slightly at your words, though he was still visibly flustered. “I’m happy to help.”

Trailblazer, clearly enjoying the awkward tension, leaned toward Phainon with a grin. “You’re making great progress, Phainon. Keep it up.”

Phainon’s eyes widened slightly. “I—I’m not—”

Mydei crossed his arms, leaning in slightly toward Phainon. “You’re not fooling anyone, man. You might as well just admit it.”

Tribbie giggled at Phainon’s embarrassment, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement. “Don’t worry, Phainon. You’re doing fine.”

Phainon sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping. “I don’t know what you’re all talking about.”

But his blush was all the answer they needed.

Dan Heng gave a small, knowing smile. “It’s alright, Phainon. You don’t have to say anything.”

Trailblazer tilted their head slightly and gave Phainon a wink. “Oh, I think Phainon’s doing just fine.”

You, still unaware of the subtle back-and-forth happening around you, smiled and glanced between your two crews. “We should all hang out together more often! You all seem like you get along great.”

“Yeah, we totally get along,” Trailblazer said, their grin far too wide. “Just like a big happy family.”

“Don’t encourage them,” Dan Heng muttered under his breath.

You laughed, giving Dan Heng a playful shove. “Come on, Dan Heng. You can’t be that grumpy.”

As you continued chatting with Dan Heng and Trailblazer, Phainon found himself strangely quiet, caught between the overwhelming urge to retreat and his desire to stay close to you. He still couldn’t shake the feeling that your attention was like a distant star, just out of reach, even as you smiled at him occasionally.

[jebunkle]

sleepy time with chrysos heirs heh, gn!reader, written before finishing 3.0 ahaaa

imagine aglaea sitting on her velvet sofa, threading her nimble fingers through your scalp, combing through your hair. her loving gaze is locked on your restful face, a look of pure admiration. she lifts one of her hands to slide over your cheek, circling the pad of her thumb over your soft skin.

as you slowly stir from her gentle caresses, she whispers a soft command to you. “my dear,” she looks into your barely opened eyes, “return to your slumber. i am right here.” her sultry voice flows through your ears, placing what seems to be a sleepy spell over you. your hand reaches up to graze aglaea's, her jade colored eyes soften at your tired touch.

think of the airy chuckle that phainon emits after accidentally waking you up for the third time. he can't help how ethereally peaceful you look while asleep, he can't help the way his hands automatically drift to cup your face, and he can't help how his stomach does flips by just looking at you. the early dawn shines through the curtains of you and phainon's abode, signaling that it was now morning and there was work to be completed;

despite this, phainon didn't have the heart to shake you awake. he knew that there were duties for both you and him to carry out, but isn't it so much nicer to lay at home with his sweetheart? “go back to sleep, love.”

mydei's typical intense gaze is abnormally gentle as he stares at you. the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest against his torso is practically a lullaby to him, yet he can't fall into slumber, due to the fact that he'd rather die again then pry his eyes from your tranquil form.

why can't he seem to rest normally when with you?

instead of his answer coming as he ponders, he hears the slightest mumble from you. mydei immediately glares at your face, searching for a hint of awakeness, but finds himself to be oddly relieved when he sums it up as sleep talking. hesitantly, he brings his hand to your back, massaging soft patterns into the skin. “what're you doing to me?” he mutters in a false annoyance.

thank u @/enchanthings-a & @/hyuneskkami for the dividers :p

if you enjoyed this, like/reblog so i know if i should make more!!! experimenting rn

[bunni-v1]

Phainon the Pussy Eating King

🍓I gotta get it off my chest.

Tw: Overstim; Squirting (yes); Voyerism (mentioned); NSFW

Info: Phainon x Reader; Reader has a pussy but otherwise isn’t gendered; Blurbs; Incoherent Ramblings of a Man Gone Mad

MDNI

If there is anyone in Amphorus that is good at eating pussy, it’s Phainon. While he isn’t very experienced in the realm of sexual encounters, he’s just as eager to learn as he is in any other capacity. He lives to please, he says, and aims for nothing but the best when it comes to your pleasure. It’s just the kinda guy he is.

He discovers very quickly that he likes eating you out, maybe a bit too much to be normal. Something about it just seems to hit all the right spots in his brain that makes his body hum with delight. The noises you make, the heat of your skin beneath his hands, the way you squeeze him so tight and tug at his hair like a life line, your sweet smell that has him feeling dizzy, and not to mention the sticky syrupy juices that he finds himself getting drunk off of each and every time. He’s surrounded by nothing but signs of your pleasure, and it’s quite literally all he could ever want from sex — he doesn’t care what happens to himself anyway.

He eager like a puppy each time, hoping, praying to the gods you’ll let him go down on you. Allow him taste that glimpse of heaven between your legs and hear the sighs of angels from your mouth. Which you do, every time, because how could you say no when he’s just so excited to make you feel good?

He starts slow, working his way down from your lips, kissing across your jaw. He pays special attention to your neck, sucking a few pretty marks for himself to admire later. Peeling your clothes off all the while, needing the contact of skin on skin like he needs air to breathe. He always takes time to suck on your nipples, enjoying their texture beneath his tongue. They’re so small, and so very sensitive as he bites them. The way you squirm at the warmth of his mouth has him losing his mind with pride.

By then, though, he’s already grown impatient. It doesn’t take much more teasing before he’s settling himself between your legs. His sting calloused hands grasp at your thighs, spreading them open to reveal the shining pearl between them. Perhaps it might embarrass you, but he can’t help but stare for a moment. Admiring the view below him with a proud smile. You were already drooling from his earlier teasing, and the shimmering juices just made you look so much prettier. Ah, yes, this was his pussy. The prettiest pussy in all the lands, his to love and care for like the good man he was.

He’ll drag a finger up from your slit, collecting juices on its tip, and press it up and up until it’s right at that little bud of pleasure. He smiles when you jerk your legs, unable to move from his strong grasp. He takes that very same finger and sucks on it, moaning at the taste — as if it were the finest delicacy in all of Amphorus. To him, it very much was.

After the first taste it doesn’t take much longer for him to swallow you whole. Licking his tongue up in the same path his finger took, giggling when you keen. He presses it flat against your clit, watching you intently with those ungodly focused blues eyes. Then, without warning, he begins his unending assault on your pussy.

He alternated between lapping at your folds like a dog and sucking your clit as if it could pull your very soul into his being. He’s messy, you can feel the mix of cum and spit dribbling down to the sheets but he doesn’t seem to care that he’s absolutely covered in your juices. He’ll moan his enjoyment against you shamelessly, muttering sweet words you can’t quite make out between the sounds of slurping.

It’s nice like that for the first three orgasms, his eagerness is a force to be reckoned with and one that you benefit from. However, he doesn’t stop at just three. No he needs just one more. “You can do it, c’mon starlight~” How one more turned into another three more, you’re not sure, but you’re absolute jelly beneath him and he’s still lapping you up like you’re his last meal. Still just as energetic and enthusiastic as when you started.

When you try to push him away, he’ll pull you closer. You’re no match for his sheer strength, so struggling is futile. “No running,” He’ll hum, strong hands keeping your thighs firmly in place around his head, and even if you do manage to get away he’ll follow you with his mouth like a brainwashed slave, only made to service you and nothing else. Your whining and whimpering only motivate him further, needing to hear more of those noises fall from those blessed lips. Say his name like a mantra, praise him for how good he makes you feel, he thrives off it.

Ah, but he doesn’t just use his mouth. His fingers are also very skilled at what they do. He’s memorized your body with the calloused tips alone, and he knows all the right ways to make you cum. His fingers are thick and long, reaching places you can’t deep inside. So as he sucks on your swollen clit, his fingers curl against your g-spot relentlessly. They won’t stop after you’ve cum, still urging you on, fucking you through your orgasm until he gets what he wants from you.

It’s all too much, the sensations he builds deep within your core. The overstimulation would drive a normal person absolutely mad, but the smile on his face as you squirt all over him is more than enough to make up for the torture he puts you through. His charming grin is made all the more irresistible with his face covered by your juices, praises falling from his lips. “You did so good,” “I’m so proud of you,” “You’re so perfect.”

He likes to play a little game with himself, to see just how many times he can get you to squirt for him in one session. It’s for his own ego, mostly, but the way your face contorts in pleasure is enough for him to justify it in his brain.

And, of course, these sessions are rarely short. He could go on and on for hours just between your legs lapping you up. It’s an obsession of his and his greatest means of relieving stress. Unfortunately, he can get a little… carried away and very frequently forgets about his responsibilities when buried between your folds.

Too many times has he missed important meetings with friends, or forgotten about a task he was meant to complete, all because he was too focused on you. It leads to many situations where his friends come looking for him, and have to turn tail when they hear your unending wailing.

The bolder of them (Mydei) have disregarded it and waltzed right in, expecting him to be shameful (which he usually is after the fact). But Phainon, sweetheart that he is, is anything but shameful. He takes pride in being the reason you fall apart like this, in being your other half, and he’s almost leaping at the opportunity to prove just how good he is to you.

He locks eyes with the intruder, almost begging them to stay and watch. There is something so very titillating about someone else seeing how good he makes you feel — especially someone he has a form of rivalry with. It’s like he’s taunting Mydei, saying “Look at what I have, look at what I can do, can you do this?”

Wether or not that goes anywhere I’ll leave to another day, but Phainon is good at his job. He’s earned himself the title of best pussy eater in Amphorus, and if I were him I would be just as cocky and egotistical about it too.

[heliosunny]

Yandere!Crown Prince Phainon x Reader

Summary: A noblewoman, the second daughter of a prestigious duke, crosses paths with Crown Prince Phainon at a lively spring market. Intrigued by her rare perspective and presence, Phainon becomes captivated, ensuring their paths cross again. He invites her to a gathering with his closest confidants, but when she innocently encourages a pairing between him and another woman, unaware of his true feelings, a quiet obsession takes root.

Visit [part 2]

The spring market was alive with color and sound, a celebration of the changing seasons. Silk banners fluttered in the warm breeze, the air thick with the scent of candied fruits, spiced meats, and freshly baked bread. Laughter and bartering filled the streets as merchants called out their wares, their voices blending into a melody of everyday life.

You walked leisurely through the market, your fingers grazing the soft petals of a bouquet as you passed a flower stall. As the second daughter of Duke Everelle, you were granted more freedom than your elder sister, who was expected to handle court affairs. Still, your presence among the common folk was uncommon enough to draw a few curious glances.

You were admiring a delicate glass hairpin when a deep, smooth voice cut through the din of the marketplace.

"That color suits you."

Startled, you turned to find yourself face-to-face with none other than Crown Prince Phainon.

His blue eyes, sharp and assessing, flickered over your face before dropping briefly to the hairpin in your hand. He stood close, closer than was proper, but his expression betrayed nothing beyond idle curiosity. Clad in dark, embroidered silks, the royal crest glinting at his collar, he was an unmistakable figure even in the bustling crowd.

You lowered your gaze and curtsied, instinct taking over. "Your Highness. I did not expect to see you here."

Phainon’s lips curled into a faint smirk. "Nor did I expect to see the Duke’s daughter perusing market stalls like a commoner." He tilted his head slightly. "Tell me, do you make a habit of this?"

You straightened, holding his gaze with measured politeness. "On occasion, Your Highness. The market holds a charm that court gatherings do not. Here, one sees the true spirit of the kingdom."

His eyes darkened, something unreadable flashing through them. "A noble with such… sentimental views. How rare."

You furrowed your brows. "Do you disapprove?"

Phainon let out a soft chuckle, his voice as smooth as fine wine. "No, I find it intriguing. Most of your peers would not dare mingle so freely."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd before returning to you. "I wonder… do you find the simplicity of this life appealing?"

His question was odd, almost too pointed, but you answered honestly. "It is not about simplicity, Your Highness, but authenticity. The court masks its intentions with pleasantries. Here, people are who they truly are."

Phainon studied you for a long moment, his smirk fading into something more contemplative. "An admirable perspective. Perhaps I should visit more often."

Before you could reply, a royal attendant hurried toward him, bowing deeply. "Your Highness, the council awaits."

Phainon exhaled softly, a flicker of irritation passing through his gaze. He turned back to you, his eyes lingering a heartbeat longer than necessary.

"We will meet again." With that, he turned and disappeared into the crowd, his presence like a shadow that lingered even after he was gone.

Days later, an elegant envelope arrived at your estate. Sealed with the royal emblem, it bore an invitation to an exclusive tea party hosted by the crown prince himself.

The royal gardens were breathtaking. Ivory trellises woven with delicate wisteria framed the gathering space, where a finely carved table was set for tea. The air carried the floral notes of fresh blooms, mingling with the scent of steeping jasmine tea.

You sat across from prince Phainon, your hands neatly folded in your lap as you observed the three nobles seated with you.

Anaxa, a sharp-eyed man with an ever-present smirk, lounged with a casual grace that belied his keen mind. Mydei, sat upright with a military poise, his expression unreadable but his gaze observant. And then there was lady Castorice, a strikingly beautiful woman who sipped her tea with an amused glint in her eyes.

"It is rare for His Highness to extend invitations so personally" Anaxa mused, swirling his teacup in hand. "Tell me, my lady, what about you has so thoroughly enchanted him?"

You blinked, caught off guard. "I believe that question would be better directed at His Highness himself."

Phainon, who had been listening in silence, turned his gaze to Anaxa. "Do not mistake my invitation for idle curiosity. She is a woman of intelligence. I see no harm in allowing her to converse with you."

Castorice laughed, resting her chin on her palm. "I suppose that means I should be grateful for the honor of your company, Lady Y/n."

You smiled politely. "The pleasure is mine, Lady Castorice. His Highness has gathered quite the esteemed company."

Mydei, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke. "Our roles are practical. We each serve a purpose." His gaze flickered to Phainon. "We are not here for idle chatter."

"A shame" Anaxa drawled, reclining slightly. "I happen to enjoy idle chatter. It makes the burdens of court life bearable." He glanced at you with interest. "Tell me, Lady Y/n, do you believe in fate?"

You tilted your head. "Fate?"

"Yes." Anaxa grinned. "That people are destined for certain paths… or perhaps, certain people?"

Before you could answer, Castorice exhaled in amusement. "Really, Anaxa? Are you going to turn this gathering into one of your ridiculous matchmaking games?"

"Matchmaking?" You perked up, curiosity piqued.

Anaxa's smirk widened. "Oh? Does that interest you?"

You tapped a thoughtful finger against your teacup. "In truth… I was considering how well you and His Highness get along, Lady Castorice. You seem quite compatible."

A brief silence fell over the table.

Castorice blinked, then let out a soft laugh. "Me and His Highness?" She shook her head. "You flatter me, my lady, but I assure you—"

"That will not happen."

Phainon’s voice was sharp. You turned to him, surprised by the sudden steel in his tone. His blue eyes, which had been calm, now burned with something unreadable.

"Do not speak of such nonsense."

Anaxa raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Touchy, aren’t we, Your Highness?"

Castorice, however, seemed more intrigued. She leaned back, studying Phainon with a knowing smile. "Now, now. It seems our dear prince has his preferences."

Phainon ignored them all, his gaze locked onto you. His grip tightened slightly on his teacup, as if suppressing something.

"Lady Y/n, if you are going to make such assumptions, ensure they are not foolish ones."

You blinked at his intensity. "I meant no offense, Your Highness. I simply thought—"

"You thought wrong."

The finality in his tone sent a shiver through you.

Mydei cleared his throat, breaking the tension. "We should return to the matter at hand. There are more pressing concerns than the Crown Prince’s love life."

Phainon exhaled slowly, regaining his composure. "Indeed." He turned to you once more, softer now. "Do not trouble yourself with such thoughts."

Something about his tone unsettled you.

As if your words had awakened something he had been suppressing.

And yet, at the time, you did not understand.

Not yet.

Not long after, war erupted at the kingdom’s borders. Seizing the opportunity to prove his strength and to secure the king’s approval for what he truly desired—Phainon personally led the charge.

His victories were swift and decisive, his sword carving a path to glory. Yet, his true motivation was far from patriotic. Every enemy he felled, every battle he won, he dedicated to a singular purpose: to return and claim you as his own.

Upon his triumphant return, his heart raced with anticipation as he searched for you. He imagined your admiration, your gratitude—perhaps even the first signs of love.

Instead, he found you laughing with Anaxa.

Standing in the garden, the nobleman leaned in slightly, whispering something that made you chuckle. Your expression was warm, relaxed, a stark contrast to the careful composure you always maintained around Phainon.

Something inside him snapped.

"…What is the meaning of this?"

His voice was cold, sharp as steel. You turned, startled to see Phainon standing there, still in his battle-worn armor, his blue eyes burning with fury.

"Your Highness" you greeted, but he wasn’t listening. His gaze was fixed on Anaxa.

"What were you discussing?"

Anaxa smirked, sensing the possessiveness in Phainon’s tone. "Merely light conversation, Your Highness. I fear you mistake the situation."

"Do I?"

The air grew thick with tension. Phainon’s fingers twitched at his side, as if resisting the urge to unsheathe his sword. His mind raced with dark thoughts, had you been waiting for his absence to entertain another? Had he been so blind?

You, still caught off guard by his sudden return, took a cautious step forward. "Your Highness, it is not as you think."

His eyes snapped to you. The warmth he had always shown, the carefully measured charm, the amusement—was gone. In its place was something darker.

"Then tell me, my lady, what should I think?" His voice was soft, too soft, like the stillness before a storm.

You hesitated, thrown by the intensity of his gaze. "Anaxa was merely jesting. He was teasing me about my tendency to overthink."

A beat of silence.

Then, a slow, humorless chuckle.

"Jesting."

Phainon repeated the word as if tasting it, as if determining whether to accept it—or discard it entirely.

Anaxa exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. "Truly, Your Highness, there is no need for such suspicion. I would hardly dare to steal what is already claimed."

Your breath hitched.

"Claimed?" you echoed, confusion flickering in your eyes.

Anaxa merely smiled knowingly, tilting his head as if daring Phainon to correct him.

Phainon, however, did not.

Instead, he stepped forward, closing the space between you. His gloved fingers brushed against yours—barely a touch, but deliberate.

"Your future is something I intend to take very seriously." he murmured, his voice low, intimate.

Your heart stuttered. The weight of his words, the way his eyes bore into yours—it was suffocating.

"Your Highness—"

"Enough."

The single word cut through the air, and you fell silent.

Phainon turned back to Anaxa, his expression a mask of icy control. "See that you remember your place."

Anaxa merely inclined his head. "Of course, Your Highness."

Phainon looked back at you, his gaze softening just slightly, though the intensity never wavered. "Come. We have much to discuss."

He did not give you the chance to refuse. Phainon led you away from Anaxa and the lingering tension of the encounter, his grip firm yet not forceful. The way he carried himself -sharp, measured, deliberate sent unease trickling down your spine.

You were not foolish. You could sense something had shifted within him.

As you walked through the palace gardens, the evening light casting long shadows, you finally spoke.

"Your Highness, you cannot truly be angered by a simple conversation."

Phainon halted. His hand released yours, only for his fingers to trail up your wrist, his touch slow, lingering.

"It is not a simple conversation when it concerns you."

You exhaled, trying to steady yourself against the intensity of his gaze. "You misunderstand. Anaxa is just a friend. There is no reason for you to-"

"To what?" His voice was a whisper, but it carried the weight of something dangerous. "To act as any man would when his beloved is threatened?"

Your heart stilled.

"Beloved?" you echoed, feeling the word settle heavily between you.

Phainon studied your face, his eyes searching for something- hesitation, denial, anything that would confirm or shatter his hopes.

You felt heat rush to your cheeks as you averted your gaze. Your hands clenched at your sides before you finally forced yourself to say it.

"I…" You swallowed hard. "I have feelings for you as well."

For the first time, the ever-composed crown prince looked startled.

His breath hitched, his grip tightening around your wrist as if to confirm that you were real, that your words were not a cruel trick of his own imagination.

Then, just as quickly, his expression shifted into something unreadable—something hungry.

"Say it again."

You hesitated.

"Say it again" His voice was smooth, coaxing, but there was an unmistakable command beneath the tenderness.

Your lips parted, but before you could repeat yourself, he cupped your face in his hands, blue eyes alight with something almost feverish.

"We must wed."

"Phainon-"

"There is no reason to wait. You are mine. I will have the king announce it before the court by morning."

Your head spun at his intensity. "We should plan this carefully, Your Highness. A rushed wedding would only invite unnecessary scrutiny."

His jaw clenched. He hated the idea of waiting, of allowing even the slightest chance for something—someone to take you from him.

But the logical part of him knew you were right.

After a long silence, he exhaled and nodded. "Very well. But do not ask me to be patient for too long."

You smiled, unaware that, in his mind, he was already ensuring nothing would delay your union.

The wedding was grand, befitting a future queen. The palace shone with golden banners, the air thick with the scent of roses and incense. Nobles and dignitaries gathered, whispering behind their silk fans about the match—some in awe, others in quiet envy.

But Phainon cared for none of it.

All that mattered was you.

Dressed in ceremonial silks, you stood before him at the altar, hands intertwined as the priest recited the sacred vows. Phainon’s gaze never left you, his fingers tightening around yours as if sealing an unspoken promise.

Then—chaos.

The sound of shattering glass. A scream. The gleam of steel as enemy assassins stormed the hall.

Phainon reacted instantly, drawing his sword before the first assassin could even reach you. Blood splattered against the pristine marble floor as he cut them down, his movements precise, lethal.

But amid the chaos, you felt a sharp pain—a searing heat blooming in your side.

Someone had struck you.

The last thing you saw before the world went dark was Phainon’s horrified expression, his eyes wild with rage.

Phainon had never known true fear until that moment.

The sight of you, unconscious, your gown stained with crimson—it shattered something within him.

The wedding was postponed, but Phainon was not content to merely wait.

While you healed, he launched what the court delicately called a "purification campaign." A ruthless, calculated purge.

The assassins were only the beginning.

The enemy forces responsible for the attack were hunted down without mercy. Their leaders were executed, their strongholds burned to the ground. Any noble suspected of conspiring against the crown—against you vanished without a trace.

And then there was Lady Helienne.

A highborn noblewoman, once considered a suitable match for Phainon before your engagement, Helienne had always been too interested in him. She had smiled prettily at court, but her envy of you had been unmistakable.

When whispers reached Phainon’s ears that she had financed the assassins, he did not hesitate.

Helienne was dragged before the throne, trembling as she pleaded for mercy.

"Your Highness, I was loyal."

"Loyal?" Phainon’s voice was a blade itself, his eyes glinting with cold amusement. "You conspired to harm the woman I love."

Helienne paled. "I only wished to—"

"Wished to what?" He descended from the throne, each step slow, measured. "To take her place? To see her dead so you could stand beside me?"

She whimpered, her bravado crumbling.

Phainon knelt before her, his voice soft, almost pitying.

"You are a fool, Lady Helienne."

She gasped as his fingers brushed her cheek—before curling around her throat.

"And I do not tolerate fools."

By morning, she was gone.

You awoke days later, your body weak but healing. The memories of the attack were hazy, but the moment your eyes opened, Phainon was there.

His fingers trembled as they brushed against your bandaged hand, his blue eyes uncharacteristically soft.

"You frightened me, my love."

You offered a weak smile. "I seem to have a talent for that."

Phainon exhaled, pressing a lingering kiss to your fingertips.

"It is over. They will never touch you again."

You did not yet know the full extent of what he had done in your name. Did not know how much blood he had spilled to ensure that you would never be threatened again. But as he held you close, whispering soft reassurances, one truth became clear: You were his. And he would destroy the world if it meant keeping you safe.

[ariichive]

WHITE DAY ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱

celebrating white day with the man who’ll do anything for you <3

cw: gen. neutral reader, fluff, established relationship, moze is a bit weird, sliiiight possessiveness, astral express sunday, kissing, lmk if i missed anything :)

boothill, aventurine, jing yuan, mydei, anaxa, sunday, moze, and phainon ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

boothill ᯓᡣ𐭩

you giggled as boothill led you through the empty, infamous clock studios theme park. "this can't be allowed," you whisper-shouted at him, who had a ginormous grin.

boothill, however, only flashed you that devil-may-care grin of his, tipping his hat back as he casually strolled forward, seemingly not bothered by the rules—or the late hour. “aw, darlin',” he drawled, looking over his shoulder at you, “ain’t no harm in a lil’ late-night stroll. the park’s still runnin’. they got their folks takin' care of the rides, but they ain't watchin' every corner.”

you shot him a disbelieving look, glancing around at the still-bustling park—there were still families and groups laughing, enjoying the remaining hours. but with how boothill had his hand around yours, there was no turning back.

“boothill, there’s security everywhere. we’re gonna get caught.”

“nah,” he said, a wink thrown your way as he led you further into the park. “what makes you think they can catch us? you just gotta know where to go and when to disappear.”

“and you know where to go?” you said, trying to sound incredulous, but you couldn’t hide the excitement rising in your chest.

“oh, darlin’, i’ve been around these parts enough to know where the real fun happens after hours. all the good stuff happens behind the scenes,” he said, eyes gleaming with mischief. “we’re just gonna skip the line and see the real show.”

it was a known fact boothill was a wanted man; ipc and other factions wanted his head.

you laughed, shaking your head. “you’re absolutely insane. this is—”

“fun?” he finished for you, smirking as he pulled you toward one of the smaller, quieter corners of the park, away from the main attractions. “that’s exactly what it is. don’t let the suits and tie-wearin’ folks fool you, sugar. there’s always something hidden behind the curtain.”

you followed as he led you down a narrow, slightly hidden path between the many gift shops and food stands. there were fewer people here, and the sounds of the park seemed a little more distant. a quiet buzz lingered in the air, one that made your heart race with anticipation.

“what are you planning?” you asked, your voice low now, the playful tone taking on a hint of curiosity.

“i’ve got some connections ‘round here. places they don’t show the public. places you might not expect.” boothill's grin was unrelenting, his eyes scanning the area, like he was constantly on the lookout, always one step ahead.

you furrowed your brow. “so we’re sneaking into some secret area where nobody goes?”

“exactly,” he said, his voice dropping to a quieter, more dangerous tone. “and you’re gonna love it. it’s the part of clock studios they never show—the real behind-the-scenes stuff. think of it as a treasure hunt, sugar.”

you swallowed hard, feeling that familiar rush of adrenaline you got whenever boothill pulled you into one of his schemes. “and what’s the treasure?”

boothill sent you a smile, one that was more gentle than the previous ones. "you just gotta see for yourself. just a lil' somethin' to show you how much i enjoy spendin' time with ya.”

you raised an eyebrow. "oh really? and what makes you think i want a date in the middle of clock studios at this hour?"

boothill grinned wider, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "because i know ya, darlin'. you got a wild streak in ya. and i can tell you like a bit of adventure—so i figured we'd skip all the usual fancy stuff and give ya a night you'll never forget."

you snorted softly at his confidence. “well, i’m curious, i’ll give you that.”

he didn’t answer right away. instead, he led you down the winding path, eventually reaching a large, circular room lit by soft lanterns hanging from the ceiling. as the door closed behind you with a soft click, you took in the scene before you.

there, in the middle of the room, was a cozy little table set for two. delicate white candles flickered on the table, their soft glow casting dancing shadows across the walls. the table was covered with a cloth, and on it, there were plates of food, wine glasses, and a single rose in the center.

your breath caught in your throat. “boothill... is this...?”

“yep,” he interrupted, chuckling. “a lil' somethin’ special just for you. dinner in the heart of clock studios.” he motioned for you to sit down. “now, don’t be shy. i reckon you’ll like it here. no crowds, no distractions, just you, me, and some damn fine food.”

you shook your head, still trying to wrap your mind around the situation. “this is... unbelievable. you really planned all this, didn’t you?”

“sure did,” he said, pulling out the chair for you like a gentleman. his usual rough demeanor was softened by the genuine care in his eyes. 

you squeezed his hand, your heart beating a little faster as you looked into his eyes. "this... this is perfect, boothill. thank you."

“anything for you, sugar,” he replied, his smile softening as he poured the wine. “anything for you.”

aventurine ᯓᡣ𐭩

"w-what the—"

when you woke up, you were met with an eerie sight. two beady eyes stared back at you from the foot of your bed, gleaming in the dim light. your breath caught in your throat as you turned to the side, only to be greeted by another pair of eyes—this time from the nightstand.

you froze, unsure whether you were still caught in a strange dream or not.

then, hurried footsteps approached, the blinds were thrown open, and bright daylight poured into the room, revealing the full scope of the situation.

the room was filled with them—hundreds of teddy bears. stuffed animals of all sizes, arranged in perfect rows, surrounding your bed. their stitched eyes all seemed to glisten with an unsettling lifelike quality, staring at you from every angle.

“a-am i still dreaming?” you whispered, unsure whether you could still trust your senses.

you shut your eyes tightly, squeezing them shut in a vain attempt to block out the madness. but when you opened them again, the bears were still there, their beady eyes gleaming.

before you could say anything else, a voice that was too calm for the situation echoed through the room.

"not exactly the reaction i was going for. how unfortunate."

you snapped your head toward the window, finding the source of the voice: your lover, aventurine. he stood there, leaning against the window frame with his arms crossed, a slight smirk tugging at his lips as he observed your shock.

you exhaled a breath of relief—at least he wasn’t part of the teddy bear invasion. his gaze, filled with gentle amusement, was the only familiar thing in the room that grounded you in reality.

“aventurine...” you trailed off, still trying to process what was happening.

“yes, yes, i know.” he straightened up, stepping into the room, his voice smooth as always. “you were probably expecting something a bit more romantic, were you not? perhaps a flower delivery or a candlelit dinner?” he gave a dramatic sigh. “but no, instead, you get this."

his arms gestured around the room, and you couldn’t help but blink at the absurdity of it all.

“what... what is all this?” you asked, your voice wavering with confusion.

"well, my dear, some would see it as a heartwarming gift from their lover. but, i bet you see it as more of a... heart attack."

"i wanted to do something memorable." he looked down at the stuffed animals thoughtfully before letting out a soft laugh. “i suppose, after all the chaos, the gesture doesn’t quite come across as I intended.”

you took in the various different bears, realizing how cute most of them were. you smiled softly, knowing he had good intentions. "it's cute, that one has the same glasses as you." you pointed to one perched on a high shelf.

"ah, not the same glasses, i'm sure those didn't even cost half as much as mine," he flaunted confidently, "but yes, quite similar."

you rolled your eyes affectionately but couldn't hide the smile on your face as you looked at him. “you’re unbelievable.”

“ah, but you love me for it, don’t you?” he teased, his voice warm as he leaned in closer.

you couldn't help but laugh softly, reaching up to gently cup his cheek. "i do, more than you'll ever know."

his expression softened, and for a moment, the ridiculousness of the situation melted away, leaving just the two of you—surrounded by stuffed animals, but wrapped in a moment of shared warmth.

"well, then," aventurine said, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, his hand lingering on your cheek. "i’d say this surprise was a success after all."

"for you, maybe." you smiled, leaning in to kiss him. "but next time, let’s go for something less... beady."

he laughed, pulling you closer, his arms wrapping around you as he kissed your forehead. "i’ll take that into consideration, love."

jing yuan ᯓᡣ𐭩

it was normal for you to wake up before jing yuan. often, the man would cling to you and mutter 'five more minutes' before falling back asleep for another hour, giving you enough time to get ready and out the door before he wakes. his warmth was always a comfort, his breath soft and steady against your skin. you could feel his arms tighten around you in his sleepy, possessive way, a silent plea for you to stay in bed with him.

this morning, however, something felt a bit different. his usual murmurs didn’t come, and when you turned your head to look at him, you noticed that jing yuan was already awake, his amber eyes watching you intently.

“you’re up early,” you murmured, your voice still thick with sleep.

he gave you that half-smile of his, the one that always made your heart flutter. "couldn't sleep," he said, his tone low and a little too smooth.

"really? that's kinda hard to believe," you said jokingly as his hand found comfort at the top of your head, stroking you gently.

“you know i always get up first,” you said softly, glancing at the clock.

“yes,” he replied with a lazy grin, but there was a flicker of something deeper in his eyes—something that made your chest tighten. “but i was enjoying the rare moment when you’re still here with me."

you smiled, though a part of you couldn’t help but notice how tightly he was holding onto the bed sheet, how his hands lingered on you just a little longer than usual.

"how about we get up together?" you suggested, teasing him with a gentle nudge.

he sighed dramatically, but then his hands pulled you back toward him, his body pressing against yours with a sense of finality. "i don't want to," he murmured, his voice almost childlike. "you're all i need right here."

his words sent a flutter through your heart, and you couldn’t help but melt into his embrace.

"do you wish to help me tend to my garden today?" he said gently, continuing to caress you. he was on the brink of falling back asleep.

you hummed softly, feeling the warmth of his touch, the tender way his fingers ran over your skin. the thought of spending the day with him, surrounded by the scent of fresh flowers and the quiet peace of the garden, sounded perfect.

"i would love to," you replied quietly, your eyes closing as you leaned further into him, letting yourself feel his presence. "but only if you promise not to drag me out there too late."

jing yuan chuckled, the sound low and soothing. "i’ll make sure we take it slow, just like now. no rushing." his hand slid to your back, pulling you closer, his lips brushing against the top of your head. "we’ll spend the whole day there if you want. just the two of us."

you smiled, a sense of calm settling over you at his words. it was always the simple moments with him that made you feel the most at ease, and the thought of being by his side while surrounded by the beauty of nature felt almost too perfect to be real.

"you make it sound so perfect," you murmured, resting your cheek against his chest. "i think i could get used to this."

"good," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. "because i’m not letting you go anywhere today." he tightened his hold on you, but it wasn’t suffocating—it was comforting, a reassurance that you were his, and he was yours.

"i’m not going anywhere," you whispered back, feeling your heart beat in sync with his. "not when you make staying so easy."

he gave a content sigh, his lips pressing gently to your head. "i promise [name], you'll forever live easy with me by your side."

moze ᯓᡣ𐭩

moze dragged you into another dark alleyway, hand over your mouth. he brought his lips close to your ear, "i walked by them thirty-eight days ago around this time." he whispered gently as he glared at the couple the two of you were watching.

"this is my third time following them since, and not once has the man noticed," he tsked in disapproval.

you bit his hand gently, causing him to let go of the hold he had on your mouth. "so... why drag me into this?"

"do you not find joy in following around such ignorant people?"

you thought about his question for a second, truly thinking it over. well, it would probably be entertaining.

you decided to let him have his fun for the day. besides, this was practically a date.

"a filthy man like him does not have what it takes to be in a relationship." he continued to mutter more to himself, a dark shadow casting over his face.

you glanced at him, feeling a shiver of both unease and excitement crawl up your spine. there was something magnetic about moze, his dark intensity and sharp observations always keeping you on edge, but also pulling you in. you couldn't deny the thrill of being part of whatever strange little world he inhabited.

"you really hate him, don't you?" you asked, your voice low, trying to keep your amusement from showing too much.

moze didn't respond right away, his eyes never leaving the couple as they walked past the alley. he seemed to be weighing his words carefully. finally, he let out a quiet, almost inaudible sigh. "it’s not hate," he said slowly. "it’s... disappointment."

you raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "disappointment?"

"yes," he muttered. "people like him don't understand the weight of commitment. they wear their affection like a mask, pretending to care, when they don't even know what it means to truly invest in another person." his voice dropped to a near growl. "they’re fools. dirty fools.”

you tilted your head, studying his profile. there was a certain calm, almost cold certainty in his words, and you couldn't help but feel drawn to him in a way that made your heart race.

"and what about you, moze?" you asked, your voice teasing. "do you know what it means to truly invest in someone?"

he turned his gaze to you, his eyes sharp and calculating. for a moment, he didn’t speak, just studying you with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat.

"i followed you for over a month before our first interaction. during that time, i learned all your favorite foods, hobbies, and even your favorite book."

he ended your question at that.

"you... actually, i'm not that surprised."

moze didn’t smile. his expression remained unreadable, though there was a quiet satisfaction in his eyes as he watched your reaction.

"i told you," he continued, his voice low and steady, "i invest in the details. when something interests me, i pay attention." he stepped a little closer, his presence filling the space between you. "and you, [name], have intrigued me from the moment i laid eyes on you."

"oddly enough, you're such a romantic in your own, moze way."

he hummed in approval, gently taking your hand in his. "if you prefer, we could find a different activity. i simply wanted to spend time with you on an excursion that wasn't dangerous."

"we could go for a walk," he continued, his tone thoughtful. "a peaceful one. no hiding, no stalking, just... time spent together." his words held an edge of something deeper, as if the suggestion itself was a rare offering from him.

you were taken aback. moze, the man who had watched you from the shadows, who seemed to find thrill in the darker aspects of life, was now offering something simple, almost mundane. it was a side of him you hadn't seen before, and it made you wonder what else lay hidden beneath his carefully crafted exterior.

you hesitated for only a moment before nodding. "alright," you said, voice soft but steady. "let’s see how that goes."

moze gave a small, approving smile, the flicker of warmth in his eyes making you feel like you were the only person in the world. "good," he said, his voice carrying a note of satisfaction. "then let’s enjoy the day."

mydei ᯓᡣ𐭩

"this one's really good," you said as mydei fed another home made pastry to you. he hummed, deep in thought as he took mental note of all the flavors you seemed to like thus far.

"figured you would like the freshness of the strawberry and sweetness of the chocolate." he held another chocolate covered strawberry up to your mouth, which you ate without hesitation.

you smiled at him, feeling the sweetness linger on your tongue. "you know me too well," you said with a playful grin, leaning back slightly as you rested against the plush cushions. "but seriously, these are amazing. when did you even have time to make all of this?"

mydei chuckled softly, his eyes softening as he looked at you. "i make time for things that matter," he replied, his voice low and warm. he was always like this—calm, thoughtful, and careful with you. "besides, watching you enjoy it is worth every second."

you raised an eyebrow, your heart fluttering a bit. "you're so sweet," you said, though you weren't sure if you meant the pastry or him.

"i try," he said with a teasing smirk before reaching for another treat, "but if i'm honest, i think you’re the one who's sweet. i just… enhance it."

his words made a gentle warmth spread through you, and you found yourself leaning closer to him, almost instinctively. "enhance it?" you repeated with a small laugh. "that’s one way to put it."

"well, i’m not one to leave things half done." he smiled, his gaze flickering to your lips for just a moment before returning to your eyes. "and you, my [name], deserve more than half of anything."

"you're spoiling me," you said with a soft laugh, unable to stop the smile tugging at your lips. "but i don’t mind."

mydei’s eyes softened, a gentle smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "i’m happy to spoil you, [name]," he said quietly, his voice low, almost like a secret shared between the two of you. "you deserve it."

"who would've thought the prince of kremnos was such a sweetheart?" this time, it was your turn to take a sweet delicacy and being it up to his mouth.

mydei raised an amused brow at your gesture but didn’t hesitate to accept the treat, lips brushing ever so slightly against your fingertips as he took a bite. his golden eyes flickered with something unreadable, something almost dangerous, as he chewed slowly, savoring both the taste of the pastry and the moment between you.

"only for you," he murmured after swallowing, voice dipped in something almost intoxicating. "i don’t make a habit of spoiling just anyone."

you felt a warmth crawl up your neck, but you held your ground, refusing to let him fluster you so easily. "oh? so i should consider myself lucky then?" you teased, though there was a genuine curiosity beneath your playful words.

mydei chuckled, low and rich, resting his chin in his palm as he studied you. "very lucky," he answered, his gaze never wavering. "because once i decide someone is mine, i don’t let go."

phainon ᯓᡣ𐭩

phainon had been gone for a few days, his whereabouts unknown to you. it was extremely worrying, especially since he stopped answering his teleslate.

as the days passed, you found yourself staring out the window, lost in thought. the only thing that kept you going was the belief that he would return, that he had a reason for being gone, no matter how hard it was to wait.

then, one evening, as the sky burned in hues of blue, a soft knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. you froze. for a moment, you thought you had imagined it. but then, there it was again—a gentle, familiar rhythm.

your heart pounded as you hurried to the door, your hands shaking slightly as you reached for the handle. when you pulled it open, your breath hitched.

phainon stood there, his clothes dusted with travel, silver strands of his hair catching the evening light. despite the exhaustion lining his features, there was a soft smile playing at his lips, his eyes warm as they met yours

“you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he teased, though there was a gentleness in his voice.

“you—” your voice caught, a mix of relief and frustration bubbling up. “where have you been?! do you have any idea how worried i—”

before you could finish, he lifted his hand, revealing a small, elegantly wrapped box. “i know, i know. and i’m sorry,” he murmured. “but i had to find this.”

your frustration faltered as your eyes fell on the box. carefully, you took it from him, untying the ribbon with hesitant fingers. as the lid lifted, a soft gasp escaped your lips.

nestled inside was a necklace unlike anything you had ever seen. its chain was delicate, shimmering like bright stardust, and the pendant—a gemstone that seemed to shift colors under the fading sunlight, like the twilight sky itself trapped in crystal. it was breathtaking. if you had to guess, he had found the luxurious gem and then had it made into a necklace.

“phainon…” your voice was barely above a whisper.

"it's a necklace from aedes elysiae, well... what's left of it." he mumbled the last part more to himself.

a once glorious civilization, a place that most believed never existed, spoken of only in half-whispered legends, it was a remnant of beauty and tragedy.

you looked back at him, eyes wide. "you went... back there?"

phainon gave a small shrug, but there was something distant in his gaze. “i had to.” his fingers brushed over the lid of the box before retreating. “the place was beyond repairable, not a single structure in sight. but even in its ruins, i knew there had to be something... anything left worth saving.”

your fingers curled around the necklace, feeling the cool weight of it against your palm. "but why go so far? why risk it?"

he let out a quiet breath, gaze flickering away for a moment before settling back on you. “because i wanted something as rare as you. something that carried the weight of history, of stories untold. something that—” he hesitated, his voice dropping lower, “—would remind you of me, even when i’m not around.”

your chest tightened, a rush of warmth blooming in your heart.

carefully, he reached forward, taking the necklace from your hands and stepping closer. his fingers brushed against your skin as he clasped it around your neck, his touch lingering just a second longer than necessary.

"it suits you," he murmured.

your fingers ghosted over the pendant, the weight of it somehow comforting. "you really..." you started, unsure of what to say. there was so much—gratitude, relief, something deeper you couldn’t quite name.

he smiled, a small, knowing curve of his lips. “no need for words.”

but even so, as the evening light cast long shadows around you both, you knew that this moment—this gift, this feeling—would stay with you forever.

anaxa ᯓᡣ𐭩

anaxa was never one to partake in festivities that landed on the calendar. that, however, changed when he started dating you. it was almost irritating how mushy you made him feel.

which he made it known, never one to shy away from his feelings of devotion to you.

"these flowers were grown by me by hand. it seems it was useless to try to create something that matches your beauty."

your fingers curled around the stems of the flowers, holding them close to your chest as you let the warmth of his words settle in. anaxa was never one for grand displays of affection, but the way he showed his devotion—subtle, unwavering, and entirely sincere—always left you feeling breathless.

"you act like you’re forced to say these things," you teased, looking up at him with a playful glint in your eyes. "but i think you secretly enjoy being this romantic."

he scoffed, his expression remaining unreadable, but the way his fingers twitched at his sides betrayed him. "enjoy is a strong word," he muttered. "i simply refuse to be inadequate when it comes to you."

you chuckled, shaking your head as you reached out, looping your arms around his neck. "you’re terrible at hiding how much you love me, you know that?"

anaxa let out a small sigh, his hands settling at your waist, pulling you in until there was barely any space left between you. "if you already know, then i see no reason to deny it," he admitted, his voice quieter this time, almost as if the words were meant for you and you alone.

he leaned in, his forehead gently resting against yours. "besides, if it makes you happy, then i don’t mind indulging in a little sentimentality."

your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you couldn’t help but smile. "just a little?"

he exhaled, shaking his head. "fine. a lot," he conceded, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple.

you held onto him a little tighter, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingers. "then i guess i’ll just have to make sure you keep indulging me," you whispered against his skin.

anaxa hummed, tilting your chin up with a single finger before capturing your lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. "you never had to ask."

you pulled away with a smile, remembering the flowers in your hand. "say, i never took you much as the gardening type."

"you humor me, gardening is an essential part of science and understanding the reality of this world. it would be foolish of me to be clueless."

you chuckled, twirling one of the blossoms between your fingers. "of course, trust you to turn something as simple as flowers into a lecture."

anaxa scoffed, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. "if you listened more closely, you'd see there's value in my words." he reached out, plucking the flower from your grasp and tucking it carefully behind your ear. "besides, these were grown with a purpose. for you."

your teasing smile softened at his words, fingers brushing over the delicate petals. "so, you really did all this just for me?"

"obviously," he replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"you’re so—" you started, but he cut you off, tilting your chin up so your eyes met his.

"so what?" he asked, voice low, gaze intense.

you swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of the warmth of his fingers against your skin. "so… good to me."

a rare, almost smug smile graced his lips. "i would hope so," he murmured, leaning in just enough for his breath to tickle your lips. "it would be unacceptable otherwise."

sunday ᯓᡣ𐭩

it wasn't known to most how much of a sweet tooth sunday truly had. when he was still known as the head of the oak family, he never had time to induldge in sweet treats.

on the astral express, however, was a different story.

the party car had something special, something amazing.

"shush" was its name.

sunday had quickly discovered that the little automaton, despite its strange way of speaking, was an invaluable source of sweets. and the best part? you would often come by to enjoy a treat with him.

"another?" "shush" asked in its usual monotone, holding up a plate of intricately decorated pastries. "you have already consumed three. should i prepare an intervention?"

sunday smirked, reaching for a sugar-dusted tart. "should i prepare an intervention for your terrible sense of humor?"

"shush" whirred, as if contemplating its response. "humor analysis... failed. please consume more snacks to compensate."

he chuckled, sinking into one of the plush seats as he took a bite. the caramel filling was rich, the crust perfectly flaky. he exhaled through his nose, savoring the taste.

“so this is where you’ve been hiding.”

before sunday could speak, "shush" did for him. "sunday is a frequent patron. valued customer. concerning sugar intake."

sunday sighed, setting his pastry down with a faint shake of his head. "i do believe i liked you better when you weren’t so talkative." sunday turned his attention back to you. "come, sit with me [name]."

you wasted no time to take a seat next to him.

"i trust you’re not here simply to watch me indulge," he mused, reaching once more for his half-finished pastry. "if so, i must insist you partake as well. it would be unfair otherwise."

“how could i deny such an offer?”

you picked up a small, delicately frosted cake from the tray between you, twirling it between your fingers before taking a tentative bite. it was light, airy, dissolving sweetly on your tongue. sunday watched your reaction carefully, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.

"good, isn’t it?"

you nodded, swallowing before answering. "i suppose i can see why you keep coming back here."

sunday hummed in quiet amusement, taking another slow sip of his tea. "there is something rather charming about the simplicity of it all, isn’t there?" he mused, almost to himself. "a moment of quiet, a pleasant treat... a rarity, once upon a time."

his voice carried something wistful, something almost unspoken. you wondered if he realized how much his words revealed.

"then you should enjoy it as much as you can now," you said softly. "you deserve that much, don’t you?"

sunday looked at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. then, slowly, he smiled—just a small, quiet curve of his lips, but warm all the same.

"perhaps," he murmured, fingers grazing the edge of the teacup. "and if that is the case… would you care to indulge with me a little longer?"

there was something about the way he said it, so effortlessly graceful, yet sincere. an invitation not just to share another dessert, but to share this moment, fleeting as it was.

and as you reached for another pastry, you decided—perhaps you would stay a little longer after all.