#phainon x you crack

[devdozes]

SNOWBALL FIGHT ♥ !!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oops.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then, absolute chaos erupted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What—Kiana, wait—!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The walk to the café was anything but peaceful.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Midnight party?" the cashier asked dryly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[kidicaruslover911]

Thinking about how you were probably having a threeseome with Mydei and Phainon once, and when Mydeimous asked you who this pussy belongs to, not only did his voice crack, but when you answered he proceeded to nut (involuntarily) right after, which Phainon never let him live down til this day-

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⟢ tws : nsfw/smut, bunny fem!reader, dubcon, p*rn with no plot, rough sex, degradation, dumbification, dirty talk, crying, mild dacryphilia, overstimulation, size kink?, clit play, squirting, mention of reader drooling, reader is implied to be chubby, tail and ears play, pet names (bunny, sweetheart, etc), & other stuff!

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“You're such a dumb little bunny, aren’t you?” Phainon chuckled, his voice dripping with amusement as he pressed you against the mattress, his body caging yours in. His gloved fingers dug into your plush thighs, keeping you spread wide as he fucked into you with rough, steady thrusts. Your soft ears twitched helplessly, your fluffy tail flicking against the sheets, every movement of your body betraying how completely wrecked you were.

You could barely form a response—your mouth hung open, soft little whimpers spilling out as your body jolted with every deep stroke.

“Bet you can’t even think right now, huh?”Phainon teased, nipping at your jaw before grabbing your chin, making you look at him. “Just a stupid little bunny, letting me fuck you silly.”

You moaned at his words, your head lolling to the side. “Ngh—P-Phainon—feels too good,” you whined, your hands gripping onto his clothes for stability.

“Yeah?” His grin widened, amusement flickering in his baby blue eyes. “Then you better hold on, sweetheart, ‘cause I’m not stopping till that pretty little brain of yours turns to mush.”

And with that, he slammed into you harder, drawing out another desperate, needy moan. You could only whimper, your tail fluffing up against the sheets, completely at his mercy, your body trembling as he fucked you stupid—just like he said he would.

Phainon only laughed when your voice broke into a hiccupping whimper, your soft thighs trembling beneath his grip. His pace never slowed, fucking into you with the same rough, devastating rhythm that had your body bouncing helplessly beneath him. You were so warm, so tight around him, your insides squeezing down like you were made for this.

“N-No!” you sobbed, your ears twitching violently as you tried to shake your head. “I’m not a stupid bunny!”

But your little cries, the way you clung to him, the way your body responded so perfectly to every thrust—you weren’t fooling anyone. Least of all Phainon.

He smirked, leaning down until his lips brushed against the tear-streaked heat of your cheek. “Oh? Then why are you drooling all over yourself, huh?” He rolled his hips, forcing a choked gasp from your swollen lips. “Why are you taking me so well, squeezing me like you don’t want me to stop?”

“I-I don’t—!” you hiccupped, your voice cracking as another wave of pleasure crashed over you. Your tail flicked wildly against the sheets, your hands clawing at his shoulders, but there was no real fight in your movements—just desperation. Just need.

Phainon grinned against your cheek, biting down gently before licking away the dampness of your tears. “Liar,” he murmured, voice dripping with amusement. His fingers slid down to press against the sensitive bump between your thighs, circling it in lazy, teasing strokes. “You love being my dumb bunny. Even if you won’t admit it.”

You let out a high, shuddering sob, your walls clenching around him in pure, involuntary reaction. “Ngh—d-don’t s-say that!” you wailed, your face burning hot.

Phainon only hummed, his smirk deepening. “I’ll stop when you stop proving me right.” He thrust deep, hitting that perfect spot inside you, and your next cry came out broken—too lost in pleasure to be anything but the truth.

Phainon’s smirk only widened when your breath hitched into another helpless sob, your body arching beneath him as he kept up his pace. Your ears twitched violently, your tail fluffing up against the sheets, betraying just how overwhelmed you were. He was right, and you both knew it—you could cry and protest all you wanted, but your body told the real story.

“Look at you,” he murmured, dragging his lips down your tear-streaked cheek, nipping at your jaw. “All fucked dumb on my cock, still trying to act like you’ve got a single thought in that little head of yours.” He laughed, deep and smug, his gloved fingers pressing firmer against the throbbing bud between your thighs. “Sweetheart, you lost that fight the second you started drooling.”

You let out a choked whimper, your hands pawing uselessly at his shoulders. "S-Shut up!" you wailed, voice high and desperate, but it only made him push deeper, drawing another broken sob from your lips.

“Make me,” he taunted, his thrusts growing sharper, sending jolts of pleasure through your trembling form. “Oh, wait—you can’t. Too busy taking it like my perfect, dumb little bunny.”

Your tail flicked wildly, your whole body squirming beneath him as if trying to escape the truth pressing down on you from all angles. But there was nowhere to run—not when you were stretched around him, not when every roll of his hips sent heat licking up your spine.

“N-No! I-I don’t—!” You gasped as he angled deeper, your head tossing back against the pillows. “I d-don’t—!”

“You do.” His fingers gripped your chin, tilting your face up so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. His blue eyes burned with amusement, with something darker, something possessive. “So go on, sweetheart. Cry for me. Beg me to stop if you really mean it.”

Your breath shuddered, your lips parting—but no protest came. Just another soft, needy little whimper. Just another desperate clench around his cock.

Phainon grinned. “That’s what I thought.”

And then he fucked you harder.

Phainon’s relentless thrusts drove you deeper into a frenzy, your body responding to him in ways you couldn’t control. Each powerful push sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through you, your walls clenching around him with an urgency that only fueled his desire to dominate. He loved the way you writhed beneath him, a perfect mix of desperation and delight.

“Look at you, so lost in it,” he taunted, his voice low and sultry as he leaned down to kiss the tender skin of your neck. “Can you even think straight? Or is that little brain of yours just full of how good it feels to be my dumb bunny?”

You could only whimper in response, the heat pooling in your core building to an almost unbearable intensity. You felt utterly exposed, completely at his mercy, and yet every thrust only stoked the fire within you. It was maddening—and yet you craved more.

“Please…” you begged, your voice breaking as you desperately sought release. “I need—”

“What do you need, sweetheart?” Phainon’s grip on your chin tightened as he pulled back, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Use your words.”

“I need… I need you to touch me there!” you cried out, cheeks flushed with humiliation but unable to deny the truth of your desire.

“Touch you where?” he asked, amusement dancing in his eyes. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”

Your breath hitched as he thrust deeper, the force of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you again and again. “M-My clit! Please!”

“Good girl,” he said, a wicked smile spreading across his face. “I’ll give you what you want.”

With that, he released your chin and moved his hand between your bodies, fingers expertly finding your clit. His touch was electric, the pressure building as he rubbed tight circles around the sensitive bud, perfectly timed with the rhythm of his thrusts.

You gasped, your body arching off the bed as pleasure surged through you. “Yes! Just like that!” you cried, feeling the heat coiling tighter and tighter within you.

“See? There’s that beautiful sound,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth as he kept his fingers moving, teasing and coaxing your pleasure higher. “You’re such a good little bunny for me, aren’t you?”

Your eyes fluttered shut, your world narrowing down to the sensations coursing through you—the fullness of his cock inside you, the blissful pressure of his fingers on your clit, and the overwhelming wave of heat threatening to crest. You were close, so close, but it felt like a teasing edge that just wouldn’t tip.

“Don’t you dare hold back,” Phainon warned, his tone shifting to something more commanding. “I want to feel you squirt all over my cock, sweetheart. Let go. Let me feel you.”

The authority in his voice sent another jolt of desire through you, and with every thrust, every flick of his fingers, you felt the dam within you ready to break. “P-Phainon, I—I can’t—!”

“Shh, just let it happen,” he coaxed, his fingers moving faster, harder against your clit. “You can do it. I know you can.”

It felt like everything in your body was tightening, a spring coiling to its limit. You could hardly think; all that existed was the pulsing pleasure, the ache for release, and Phainon’s relentless voice urging you on.

And then, with one final thrust and a desperate cry, it happened. The world exploded in pleasure as you let go, your body responding without hesitation. You squirted around his cock, the rush of ecstasy washing over you like a tidal wave, pulling you under.

“Yes! Just like that, sweetheart!” Phainon growled, his pace never faltering as he reveled in the feeling of you clenching and spasming around him. “Such a good girl. Look at you—completely lost in it.”

You felt like you were floating, the room spinning as pleasure coursed through you in waves, leaving you breathless. Every aftershock was more intense than the last, your body still trembling beneath him as he continued to drive into you, pushing you through the high you’d just reached.

“Please… I can’t—” you gasped, but Phainon’s thrusts showed no signs of slowing.

“Keep going, sweetheart. I want to feel you milk me dry,” he said, voice low and hungry. “You’re going to take everything I have to give.”

Each thrust was met with the perfect friction of his cock against your walls, your sensitive clit still throbbing under his ministrations. You felt overstimulated but still yearning for more, and with every sharp thrust, every roll of his hips, you were dragged deeper into the whirlpool of pleasure he had created.

“Phainon, I can’t take it!” you cried, tears of pleasure spilling from your eyes as your body writhed beneath him.

“Then tell me how much you want it,” he commanded, leaning closer to whisper in your ear. “Tell me how much you love being my dumb little bunny.”

You gasped, your heart racing at his words, feeling the heat flush through you once again. “I—I love it! I love being your dumb bunny! Please, don’t stop!” You cried out loud, your fluffy tail wiggling like crazy.

“Good girl,” he purred, the satisfaction in his voice sending a thrill through you. “Now let’s see just how much more you can take.”

With renewed determination, he picked up his pace, his cock hitting that sweet spot deep within you, each thrust pushing you closer to another edge. You were completely at his mercy, and in that moment, you couldn’t imagine wanting anything else.

“P—Phainon—Ahh!” you cried out, feeling the pressure building again, ready to explode. “I’m so close!”

“Let go for me, sweetheart. I want to feel you come around me again,” he urged, his voice a sultry promise that sent shivers down your spine.

You felt that familiar tightness coiling in your core once more, and with a few more thrusts, you surrendered to the waves of pleasure crashing over you. Your cunt tightened around him, and you cried out as you came again, squirting around him in a rush of ecstasy.

“Yes! That’s it!” Phainon growled, his own release following closely behind as he thrust into you one last time, filling your pussy up completely. The sensation of him spilling into you pushed you even higher, and you felt like you were floating in pure bliss, completely consumed by pleasure.

As the waves of ecstasy finally began to subside, Phainon collapsed beside you, panting and satisfied, a satisfied grin on his face. “See? You really are my perfect little bunny.”

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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.

[earthtooz]

x : HAPPY ACCIDENT :*+ﾟ

in which: you let phainon know the consequences of when he doesn't give you any attention.

warnings: 1.2k wc, fluff, phainon is very golden retriever coded in this and of course very down bad, gn!reader, mydei appears, i already said this but like i said, HE IS DOWN BAD.

a/n: the p in phainon stands for puppy or pathetic, or maybe both. btw i haven't played the story quest thumbs up.

You should feel bad about unintentionally conditioning Phainon like an obedient dog- you just didn’t expect him to take it so seriously!

The incident happened less than a week ago, when you walked into the courtyard in search of the Chrysos Heir, and he was exactly where you expected. The resounding, piercing sound of blades colliding was the first tell that the man you wanted to find was indeed there, and the second was when you rounded the corner to find him shirtless and shining with sweat under the gentle sunlight. He had been there for hours already, and as much as you admire his dedication and diligence, you also wonder if he’s been training a little too hard recently, dedicating substantial hours of the day into refining his skills. 

It’s been making you feel lonely. 

The last time you saw him was before noon, and it's been hours since then! You can only entertain yourself by working and reading and managing affairs for so long.

He spots you in his periphery and waves enthusiastically, a gesture you return with a calmer one before you find a marble bench under the shade to sit on. Even if it’s Phainon’s undivided attention you want, watching him spar is still far more exciting than whatever document that sits unread on your desk. 

Half an hour later, Phainon dismisses the soldier he was sparing with, the two of them chattering briefly before the snow-haired approaches you, his muscles flexing with every step he took. 

“Hey, you,” you greet with a smile before standing up, raising your arms over your head to stretch.

“I missed you,” he murmurs before intertwining his arms around your torso, allowing your arms to fall around his neck comfortably. 

“You should bathe,” you say before parting, his skin still hot and sticky with sweat. 

“Do I smell?” 

“Awfully.” 

He frowns at you. “That’s not very nice.” 

“I’m only kidding,” you giggle, “you smell like a bed of fresh roses, just extremely sweaty and… testosterone-filled.” 

“I shall go wash soon, then. Care to join me?” 

“Do you invite everyone to bathe with you, Phainon?” 

“Only the ones I really like, so, please?” He’s pleading at you with those eyes of his, so bright, so innocent, so hard to say no to. 

Well, normally you have a hard time saying no, especially to an offer as tempting as bathing with your lover, but you remember your petty feelings of how he paid more attention to his claymore today, rather than you, so you decide to give him a piece of your mind. It’s what he deserves. 

You hum in exaggerated consideration, even scrunching your nose to make it seem like you were thinking hard, keeping him on his toes. 

“Pretty please?” The hero insists, anticipation shining in those bright orbs. 

“Depends on how well you behave,” you negotiate. “Now, sit down and change your shoes, I’ll get your clothes.” 

He pouts at you, signalling his dissatisfaction. “Alright.” 

You leave to pick up his outerwear from where he discarded it in the courtyard, probably thrown aside when it got too stuffy. Returning to him, the pout is still as present, and he seems to refuse to make eye contact with you, trying to get you to crack.

So, you drop the pile of clothes beside him and counter with a game of your own.

Standing between his legs, both of your hands go to rest on his cheeks, the skin warm and flushed underneath yours. Gently tilting Phainon’s head up, you think you hear his breath hitch as he obeys, looking up at you with those glossy eyes. Gone was the petulance, back was the puppy-dog expression as he stares at you with wonder, and you’re 90% sure that if he had a tail, it’d be vigorously swishing behind him.

He just might be the most simple man you know. Telling him that would only displease him, though, primarily because he doesn’t like it when you talk about other men. 

You giggle softly at the thought as you gently brush stray strands of hair away from his face. 

“I only accompany men who are good to me to the bathhouse,” you muse.

“I’m amazing to you- the best,” he flaunts. “Right?” 

Instead of responding, you slowly lean closer towards him, minimising the gap between your faces. First, you close your eyes when your nose brushes against his, and you keep going until your lips are so painstakingly close that you can feel his graze yours, skin ghosting against skin as you lure him in. Then, just before you can give him what he wants, you draw back, leaving Phainon to chase after a piece of a paradise you won’t grant. 

When he realises that the anticipated kiss wasn’t coming, his eyes slowly blink open. 

“Good boys don’t let their partner feel neglected by training for hours and hours,” you mumble, brushing his hair back before deserting him completely, letting your hands fall back to your sides before cruelly walking away. “You need to learn your lesson, Phainon.”

Still in a daze, he only just registers what you were doing before shooting to his feet. “Hey!” 

Leaving his precious claymore and clothes behind, he chases after your retreating figure.

Effortlessly, the Chrysos Heir catches up and winds his arms around your waist like a tight coil. “Y/n, darling, my light, I’m sorry, you’re right, I have committed a great dishonour today, I will amend it with my life.” 

Humoured, you turn to face him, a melting pot of determination and desperation swirling in those aquamarine eyes. “Well, you do not need to go that far, Deliverer.” 

“So then… a kiss? Or two? Or three? Please?” 

“How about you kiss that claymore instead? Since you spend so much time with it.” 

He whines in your ear, refusing to let you go when you try to slip away by pushing against his very muscular, very sturdy, and very naked chest. 

You spend a good few minutes rejecting his every plea, utterly amused by his growing desperation and how he offered the most preposterous things on Amphoreus for you to forgive him. So you pushed your luck as far as you could before giving Phainon what he wanted, and he breathed you in like air, insisting on wanting more again and again as he pulled you so close you thought you would merge into him.

When you feel his hands roam down your body, tracing your curves and lingering on your hips, you break away before he could get any more carried away.

“Next time you see me while training, you should know what to do, right?” Was all you said that day before moving on, going back to the courtyard to collect his items for him because he was too dazed to do it himself.

Now, you’re left wondering how hard that sentence hit him as Phainon obediently sits down, staring at you with intense eyes that indicated he wanted something from you. He was sparing with Prince Mydei a mere second ago, how did he drop his weapon as soon as you walked in and just… plopped down on the bench like that was the most natural thing in the world? And the other Chrysos Heir just agreed? 

Was there something odd in the air today? Normally these two would spar until there were chips in their weapons.  

Mydei gave you a firm nod in greeting when he walked past and you returned it with a slight bow, still left wondering what on Amphoreus just occurred as you watch his retreating back. 

Until a certain hero clears his throat, causing you to tear your gaze away and at your main source of bewilderment. 

“Did you send Mydei away because… of me?” You ask. 

He nods. 

“Why?” 

“Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do?” 

Your mouth falls slightly agape before the realisation hits. “I… I guess? I was hoping to watch you two spar.” 

He doesn’t respond, doesn’t even blink, only stares you. When you don’t give him what he wants, Phainon impatiently pats his spread thighs and you oblige, stopping before him and letting your hands rest on his face. 

“What am I going to do with you?” You whisper against his lips before sealing the words against his lips.

Well, this was your fault, after all, so you should just do your best to make him happy.

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[postmoe]

I find it attractive of a beta or alpha get turned into an omega if they get fucked to much. So what about yandere alpha geshu lin x beta/alpha male reader x yandere alpha jiyan. Or yandere Mydei x beta/alpha male Reader x yandere alpha Phainon. Reader getting turned into an omega so they can keep him all to themselves and maybe baby trap him 🤭.

dude i have so many beta fantasies it's not even funny. thank you for this opportunity.

non-con, abo, male reader, beta -> omega reader,

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It was always the three of you; Phainon, Mydei, (Y/n). You went through training together, fought the hardest battles together, everyone revered you like you were unstoppable.

Well, everyone respected you in a passive/aggressive way because you were covered in the musk of two supreme alphas. Unfortunately for you, in the womb, you never grew to the next stage from being a beta.

Betas were pretty rare now, they started off as the dominant second gender, but as time grew so did the power of evolution. Everyone starts off in the womb as a beta, then months down the line you unlock your social status. Sometimes, you just get stuck as the runt. There have been few cases of people opening their second gender later in life, though only within a very specific fate of events.

It's not all bad. Apparently, Mydei's and Phainon's scent was so extreme that a lot of people couldn't stand near them for a certain amount of time. Alpha's get antsy, compliment or aggressive. Omegas have gone into heat on the spot, rolling over motionless as their hormones take over. Now, they're pretty good at controlling their smell, or so everyone says.

It never bothered you to begin with, your nose not suited to judge others. You couldn't read emotions if it wasn't present on their face, which in this day and age is more of a talent than anything; at least, that's what Phainon says to make you feel better.

For a beta to get this far in life is pretty astonishing. You realise you had a lot of help from your two friends. They've been able to sniff you out when you're in danger, or their scent that lingers on your clothes is enough to stop any intelligent bandit or monster. However, even when you're feeling down about it, even when the world criticizes you for 'using' two alphas to your advantage, they both have been there to keep you reeled in.

"Why do you even bother trying to lie to us," Mydei huffs, crossing his arms over his puffed out chest, "You have a smell, too. It's not like we don't know what you're feeling."

"That's unfair," you sigh, shoulders slumping, "Maybe I just don't want to talk about it, ever think of that?"

Phainon nods, his arms coming to drape over your shoulders from behind, rubbing his cheek against yours, "Everyone is allowed to have their secrets."

You roll your eyes, going back to polishing your sword with the rag while he lounges against you, "It's not even a secret, just the usual shit." You go silent for a moment, feeling their eyes burn holes into for more information. It should have been common knowledge by now that you won't get out of anything from them, so you gently place your sword down groan, "Fine! I walked past one of your fan groups today. An omega was saying how I was only holding back your true potential, that with me on the battlefield then you can't go all out."

Both of them opened their mouths to speak, you held up your hand to zip them shut.

"And before you say anything; yes, I know that I'm strong too. Yes, I know I can fight. Yes, I know they're just 'jealous' that I get to hang around you." You can't make eye contact with either of them, knowing that you might just crack if you do, "... It doesn't always help. I'm okay with that, though. This is the life I chose and I can deal with all the shit thrown my way."

Phainon buried his face in your neck, sniffling into one of your more sensitive parts, the scent glands. You shivered from the contact, he didn't seem to mind as he practically cried, "You're so strong, (Y/n)! But you know, you still have to take care of your mental health, too. I think you should stay away from those people for a while."

Mydei stood from his spot on the grass and walked over, ruffling your hair with his hand before dragging it down your face and to trace your neck, "We haven't been around because of the recent attacks, so our scent is waning from you. Here, we'll ward them off."

You shook your head out of their grip and rolled to the side, away from them, "I don't need you to scare anyone away by smothering me. I think your scent only makes them more mad."

"It's natural biology for an alpha to cover what's theirs in their smell, you can't just tell us to stop," Phainon argues, shrugging like it's the most obvious thing.

With a laugh, you stand and pick up your sword, "Since when am I yours?"

They both silently looked to each other, communicating in a language you would never understand. Mydei tells you, "You've been our beta longer than you've been alone."

"Yep~" Phainon teases, "Should have thought about that before you became our friend."

Yeah, right. One day these two will find their omegas, they'll create a beautiful family and you can be the cool, beta uncle that showers the kids in annoying gifts to rile up their parents. "Sure, whatever," you dismiss, now taking on an offensive stance, "So, we sparring or what?"

...

Storm season is fast approaching in this part of the land. You three had been sent out patrol the far, outer lands on a 'boys' camping trip'. The trek made you sweaty, the days humid and the nights cold, yet you didn't stop until you reached an open cave near the top of the mountain.

Forests surround you, rushing rivers and falls heard in the distance, and the sounds of insects chirping were drowning your ears. You had abandoned your shirt long ago, rolling yourself in insect repellent that did well to make your two companions scrunch up their noses in distaste.

As you set down the heavy bags in the cave, the sun setting in the distance, you noticed some faded, rock drawings on the walls. Walking up to them, you see crude images of stick figure deaths, a chimera with little hearts around it and a spurting dick. Phainon placed his hand on your shoulder, "Mydei drew the penis."

You both look over to see him skulling his sack of water, giving you both the middle finger. You purse your lips, "Even though I've known you for so long, it's always weird to see such a childish side of you."

After setting up camp, you realise how much you may have missed when you weren't able to accompany them on missions. This place is gorgeous, and they only tell tales of greater environments, it left you feeling a sense of awe and a pang of sadness. When they laugh together, bicker, playfully shove at each other, you can see it the way everyone else sees it.

Two, great alphas Mydei and Phainon - plus you. Little, ol' beta you.

It's nothing to get worked up over. Not a big deal, not an issue at all. You notice they've stopped talking and are looking at you with concern. Fuck. Why are you having this crisis now of all times? They can definitely smell you, they know what you're feeling and they're expecting an answer.

You smile at them widely, "Sorry, I just got lost in a daydream." Can they smell when you lie, too? If so, they speak nothing of it.

...

Being able to swim in such beautiful, clean water was a luxury you didn't know you needed. The baths and streams around Okhema were amazing, there's no doubt about it. Hot springs sent from natural sources, lotions and soaps created from the best ingredients, but this... This was something altogether new.

The water was a cold that made your muscles relax, the flavour refreshing and dare you say, curative. The sound was a delightful white noise of rushing water and splashing ripples from either of you or the fish that swim by.

On the shore, Phainon was the last to disrobe, the three of you deciding to skinny dip as a fun, good morning. You greet him with a smile as he resurfaces from bombing into the water, shaking your face of stray droplets, "Are you sure it's alright for us all to be here? I really think one of us should keep watch at the cave."

He lays on his back, closing his eyes while he floats around you, "Don't stress, there are others at points around the outer city. Someone is always watching from one direction or another."

"I see... I guess I'm just wor-" your voice is cut off as your ankle is suddenly grabbed and you're yanked down under the surface. You see the blurry image of Mydei, the red tattooed lines on his skin the main stand out for the fuzzy, underwater alpha.

The two of you duke it out - poorly - until you both resurface and you're gasping for air. He huffs out a breath of his own, hiding any semblance of exhaustion, "You're going to need to fight better than that if you want to get on our level."

As if coming to your rescue, Phainon swims over to him, "Oh, please, as if it's normal for someone to be capable of fighting under water." He then winks to you before shoving the blonde's head down, effectively drowning him out.

The three of you relax around the falls, floating idly in the water side-by-side. You think you could fall asleep, except your nose twitches at an interesting smell. You've smelt it before, very faintly and only when they really push it. What can be excruciatingly stunning to others, you only get a whiff of as a beta; the smell of these alphas.

Mydei and Phainon are a rare sort, extremely strong and capable of power beyond mosts comprehension. A few people are rare like that, some omegas even being too intoxicating for the outside world. It's a pleasant smell, to you, something you not-so-secretly indulge in whenever you get the chance. It also makes you feel slightly more normal.

You wade over and gently rest your head on the upper part of Mydei's stomach, closing your eyes and sighing happily, "I don't get why people can't be around you guys if you're too strong. I like your smell."

Phainon playfully pouts at you choosing Mydei, coming over to join you and rest his head on his chest. He inhales the Kremnoan's scent, smiling serenely, "Omega's and Alpha's never really stop developing their senses until their mid 30's. The older you get, even smells like perfumes can become too much, let alone the emotions of someone with tremendous power."

"Does that mean you guys aren't holding back anymore if I can smell you?"

Mydei moves a wet hand to pet your head, "We don't need to hold back up here."

"Besides," Phainon gazes at you with a fondness in his eyes, "It's nice to share something so personal with someone close, don't you think?"

They can't just relax like this around anyone, and since you all spend most of your time in the city, you hardly get a chance to get a whiff of them. A giddy smile decorates your face, your eyes closing as you relax once more, "Yeah, I agree."

...

On the third day you notice something odd. Your friend's seem to be more agitated, little offsets leading to snarling and biting, every twig snap or rustle has them staring in that direction in case of a particular threat.

You've never seen them like this.

They must be stressed by all the work that's been unloaded onto them. An argument broke out five minutes ago about something you didn't understand, the two deciding to take a walk to cool off and collect more firewood. You decide that this is the perfect time to help them out, picking up a sword and attaching it to your waist before heading out on a patrol. When you get back, they can relax at the duties already being fulfilled.

You don't know the area very well, however, you did accompany them the past couple of nights so you have an idea of where to go. You're not too stressed about getting lost, the trail somewhat visible to someone like you, who has been taught overcome these kinds of obstacles. What you didn't expect was that it gets darker quicker under the canopy of trees.

It appeared you had an hour of daylight left, yet only fifteen minutes later and you noticed a dramatic change. The mountains are certainly an interesting place to be, you're usually stationed closer to the city and nearer the fallen towns.

With the darkness comes fauna that arouse at night, a particular croak gaining your attention. You crouch down with interest, seeing a teal coloured frog with a lighter stomach hop into a puddle. It was smaller than the palm of your hand, yet the sound it made was so loud you would never expect it to come from such a tiny creature.

Your admiration was halted as you hear heavy thumping from deeper in the brush. It's fast, leaves and sticks being moved and thrown out of the way to make room for whatever is coming at you. You quickly draw your sword and take a defensive stance, readying for whatever may be in store.

If it's a boar or something similar, you could climb one of the thicker trees and make your way around by jumping branches. If it's something more like a giant bush cat, then you would have no choice but to fight it.

Turns out, it was neither. Before you had the opportunity to lay eyes on it, there is ablur of movement and your weapon is thrusted from your hand, flying off and landing into the dark distance. You're immediately incapacitated, wrist close to snapping and arm yanked back as you're brought to your knees.

Mydei is snarling aggressively in your ear, holding you down like some convict trying to escape. He spits his words like venom, "What the fuck did you think you were doing? Are you stupid?! Leaving the nest like that wandering off on your own!"

You cry out in pain as he tightens his grip, the sound and pheromones you let off making him back off slightly but not letting go.

Before you can ask what the hell is going on, Phainon appears behind you and walks around so he can kneel at your front. He tenderly cradles your face and looks over you for any other injuries, "Don't hurt him, Mydei. He made a stupid decision but it wasn't his fault."

A breath of relief leaves you when he finally lets go. You slump and cradle your aching arm, flinching when Mydei falls to his knees behind you and resting his face in the crook of your neck. He mumbles into your flesh, "Why did you leave like that? You could have gotten hurt."

With a new found annoyance, you flick Phainon's hands away from you and shrug the other off your back, "What the fuck??? Why are you both acting like I just up and left?"

"Because you did up and leave," Mydei growls, only halting when he and Phainon meet with a hard glare. He tuts and stands, making sure you have nowhere to run if you decided to flee, "We should have just been outright with him from the beginning."

You didn't like the sound of that. Without a word, you look to Phainon for an answer, Mydei is acting too impulsive for your liking right now. Phainon stands before you, both of them now crowding any escape with how close they are, "In truth, we brought you up here because we knew our ruts were coming and we wanted you with us."

"P-Pardon?" It was so incredulous you were sure you heard wrong. But, what else could he have said? "You do know what I am, right? We've only known each other for a couple of decades so be honest if you need a reminder."

Mydei scoffs and grabs you by the back of your shirt, hefting you to your tippy toes to growl, "Our Beta's got jokes. If you can jest then you can mate."

"WHAT?!" You kick your feet comically in the air, trying to find some sort of purchase, "I can't mate - I physically cannot mate! Not with an Alpha!!"

Phainon chimes in giddily, "Two Alphas! Don't worry, we'll ensure you're thoroughly pregnant by the end of this rut."

Body limits aside, being a beta means your reproductive organs aren't open to be used. They're sitting inside you, dormant. For some reason, you don't think they see that as a drawback, instead viewing your biology as more of a challenge to be tackled.

...

Day six and you're sore. Your legs, which have been in every position possible. Your arms, which are restrained when they're doing anything that's not fucking you. Your poor, poor hole, which hasn't been dry in days. Your oversensitive cock, now you can't tell what liquid comes out, your last orgasm streaming like piss on the rock below.

Phainon drags his hot, wet tongue up your neck, moaning as he slips his erected cock into you again. Your mouth hangs open, arse clenching when he's stopped by his knot hitting your rim. He's got you in a full nelson, your thighs over his own, a sound of discomfort coming from you at the stretch of his knot trying to enter you.

He shudders, lightly humping upwards, "Do you smell that, Mydei? He's changing."

Mydei flops his own dick in your face, tracing his leaking tip along the bone of your cheek before he slips his length between your lips, "How interesting. All our darling beta needed was a little push."

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as they fuck you again, your pretty, little hole gaping ever larger to accommodate them.

...

The cold, wet soil near the falls was blissful on your overheating skin. You've never felt this hot before, you assume it's a fever coming on from being under these two for however many days now. Mydei has you on your back, tongue swirling and mouth slurping at your puckered arse.

It was nice to just relax and be tended to, as fucked up as that seems. Phainon was behind him, washing his own body and admiring the scene before him.

Mydei licks a stripe from your hole, up the length of your taint and to your flaccid cock. He coos patronisingly, kissing the sensitive tip and making you jolt, "Poor sweetheart, have we been too rough with you?"

It's too little too late to ask you that now. You stick with your mission of giving them the silent treatment unless necessary, turning your head away and closing your eyes, thinking back on the coolness of the soil.

Until, "A-Ahh! S-Stop!" You moan, hands going to his hair and yanking as hard as you can, trying to stop him from swallowing your cock and drinking it over and over again. The way his tongue and cheeks move against your flesh has you throbbing and twitching in his mouth. "I can't, I can't," you breathe, swaying your head side to side as if to deny the oncoming torture.

But you can't, even half-hard he has you spurting your cum down his throat. You hold his head down with each half-hearted thrust, only to pull again before another tingling jolt of your hips.

When you can open your eyes again, you pleadingly gaze to Phainon, who had paused his washing to stare solely at you both. His eyes dart to meet yours, mind working overtime to bring him out of his daze and pull lightly on his companion, "Hey, save some for me, okay? Let him recuperate a bit."

Mydei flies his elbow back, not getting off you. At this, Phainon clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth and locks the blonde's head with his elbow, flipping him back into the water.

You take a deep breath as they start to wrestle. Now you can rest again, you rarely get time to yourself now. When they sleep, sometimes, you're still plugged with one of them inside you, cockwarming throughout the night. Otherwise, when they go hunting, you might be tied tightly inside the cave, though there is usually at least one of them with you.

A gentle rain starts, the drops hitting your heated face. You need this, the rain a lot cooler than the falls as it collects in the sky. Lately, you've been feeling weird, unwell, hot. It's unlike anything you've ever experienced before.

Not to mention their scent. The boys' sweat, bodies, just everything about them is becoming less off putting and more desirable than ever. If you're honest, you're scared with what's happening.

...

They had both left you in the cave, the rain a perfect mask for hunting good meat right now.

"Need to keep our darling's energy up!"

You're not sure when, but some time after they left you were reeling in some sort of pain. Not like being slashed by a sword, or thrown by an enemy, but more like a strange punch to the gut. It blossomed within you and bloomed around your body, effecting your head and pelvis the most.

Breathing became difficult, your chest rising and falling quickly, you couldn't focus on how to fix it. No, not with the gnawing pain and discomfort in your gut.

You had wormed your way towards the entrance but the rope only let you go so far. They didn't give you enough leeway to get more than halfway through the cave, which meant you couldn't get any rain to cool you down.

What you did find, however, was their sashes they didn't wear today. Your nose twitched, and you reached your tied wrists over so your fingers could grab the red fabric and scrunched it to your face, moaning in absolute delight. Quickly, you secured the blue and gold one and weaved it between your legs, covering as much of your body as you could.

You're not sure when they came back, only realising they were standing ominously at the entrance of the cave when their musk started to seep heavier than the sashes you were breathing. The rain hadn't let up, both of them drenched and Mydei holding the antlers of a dead deer beside him.

Your jaw trembles, tears running down your cheeks as you whimper, "What's happening to me?"

It's only when you talk do they enter, dropping the carcass to the side before carefully kneeling down to cradle you. Your ropes are torn off and you sit between the two men, both leaning so they can run their teeth over the scent glands in your neck.

You whine as Mydei gently nibbles you, a low groan causing your cock to leak rivulets down your shaft, "Perfect for biting now."

Phainon reaches to gasp your cock, smoothly jerking up the length before circling his fingers along the glands, "I knew your unawaken second gender was this. You just had to be an omega, what with the way you were taunting us; begging to be bred."

Unawaken... Omega? No, that's-

"Hah~ Please..." You lift your hips when you feel fingers enter inside you, easily stretching you open now.

Mydei chuckles deeply, grinning at all the new possibilities going through his head, "Perfect for knotting now, too."

[n0tamused]

can I get prompts sentence fluff no. 21 with Anaxa,Sunday and phainon (if not wrong your limit characters is 3 right?)

Fem reader is the one who ask "can I kiss you" and then the male characters Will be the one who reply It

˖ ࣪⊹Memory of the kiss

21."Can I kiss you?" "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you ask that."

Contents: Anaxa x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Phainon x Reader, written with a fem reader in mind although gender is not explicitly stated anywhere, fluff, I got another request for the same three with the prompt "first kiss" so I sort of mixed those two prompts together here

Words: 330(Anaxa), 486(Sunday),295(Phainon)

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˖ ࣪⊹Anaxa

The question did not startle him or shock him as much as you expected, in fact he barely reacted at all as his gaze fixed itself onto yours, an invisible thread tying the both of you together. For a moment, Anaxa believes your hearts shared a beat, one or two, but for once he is speechless, letting the pregnant and wordless pause stretch on. He is looking at you with this glint in his eyes that is hard to escape, it is softening the lines of his face and making him seem younger than he is, soft in ways you dared not voice. 

‘Can I kiss you?’ - it was such a simple question, too simple for him to ponder over it for this long, but he does. And when he notices the fleeing time he clears his throat and takes a breath, offering you a smile he seldom shared with any other person. 

“Yes” he blurted out, shocking you with his boldness. “Now, don’t act so surprised, although I doubt my next confession will feel any less so to you.” He sighs, half in disbelief of his own feelings and the words his tongue was spouting, but Anaxa was nothing if not honest. “You would not be able to guess how long I have waited for you to ask..” he speaks softly to you now, his gaze only flickering to the side for a moment as you feel quiet in face of his honest display. Your mouth opened and closed, at a loss for words, before you took up the hints of a first blush wanting to creep up onto the scholar’s cheeks.

You giggle, and the sound seemingly makes him draw in on himself with a half frown and a furrow of his brows. But before he can banter and scold, you place your hand on his cheeks and lean in, slowly, your breath tickling his skin before your lips pressed together and the world fell quiet around you. 

˖ ࣪⊹Sunday

“What seems to be troubling you? You said you had a question for me, did you not?” Sunday asked as he came to a stop before a shelf of books in a lonely corner of the Astral Express, his tone calm and warm but mingled with notes of curiosity for your avoidance of the topic you, yourself, wished to bring up. 

You sighed, debating whether the moment was right, but tonight was so far away, and tomorrow was uncertain - there is no time like the present moment. Walking over to him you feigned interest in the messy pile of records that Sunday was busying himself with sorting out currently, but your heart was pounding in your throat and your focus was on him alone. After your fingers brushed against the old and yellowed paper you looked back at him, seeing him still waiting.

“May I kiss you, Sunday?” you finally ask, and if a person could be red and pale all at once, Sunday would be that person now. The wings on his head gave a little startle of their own, a quick flutter up and down as he digested your question. 

Just as you were about to excuse yourself and save you both the trouble, he looked about the empty Express carriage, as if someone might see, before looking at you with a glimmer of expectancy and hope. It startled you with how clearly it showed. 

“Is this what you meant to ask? This is not another one of your jests, is it?” Sunday inquired slowly, as if stepping around the crack of the frozen lake. 

“This is no jest, I promise you. I would not have joked about a matter like this.. If you are-”

He raised his hand and your voice faded off. Sunday shook his head, fighting back the blush that was unavoidably crawling up his neck.

“No, no.. I accept it” he replied in a whisper, wishing no one else to hear the words but you, feeling like a follower making his confession at the cathedral. His blood was rushing, heart pounding in his ears, the sound and the feeling of ants in his clothes feeling worse the more he waited for his judgement.  “I admit, I have waited for a long time for an opportunity like this to arise- for you to.. ask..” the more he talked, the more tremors he felt in his curled fingers.

“If you were anyone else, I’d say you were the one jesting now” you spoke in pleasant disbelief as you took another step closer, a motion at which he straightened his back for. Your hand touched his cheek and made him freeze, but once it began to guide him downward, he put up no resistance. Your lips graced his, and it was something sweeter than any honey, better than any redemption. His ears fluttered once more and stretched forward, covering his face and yours. 

˖ ࣪⊹Phainon

Phainon took many things in stride, not being the one to outwardly follow the strict lines of a plan in his daily routines; it was one thing that made him feel grounded and, in a way, free of the worldly burdens, the looming shadow of the future of Amphoreus. The question with which you broke the silence among you was met with a sweet sound of his laughter. It was only natural, but also a way to cover up his surprise as the question repeated itself time and time again between his ears,

As you looked on at him, his face became more serious, his shoulders going tense. “You.. you are serious?” he balked, staring at you as if you’ve grown a second head. Your nod to his question clarified his thoughts, and suddenly everything felt like it was moving, including the ground beneath the soles of his boots. He did not look like was swaying, he wasn’t, he was a warrior of Okhema and has faced foes that would make someone’s nightmares, he did not fall then and will not fall now - but gods, would his knees willingly give out for you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to ask me that” he told you in a voice more timid than his usual persona, but all the more genuine for it.  He didn’t move for a while, still stunned and in disbelief but once you took a step towards him, he met you halfway with a step of his own, raising a hand to your cheek that hesitated before pressing against your skin. Phainon lets you kiss him first, but one taste of your lips had him kissing back in search for more, wanting to commit the feeling to memory. 

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

[ddiwata]

if you could only know me (like your prayers at night) — the day you said goodnight, hale

— mydeimos x fem! wife! reader

— help.. help.. his words to phainon.. i cant breathe.. requests open!!

— warnings : MAJOR spoilers for the new quest, angst 💔💔 just tears and desperation idk!! no usage of y/n :3 devil works hard but i work extremely harder

— 🩸

“i’ll be leaving okhema soon to fight the greatest darkness of the world. and to shoulder nikador’s destiny. so, listen well: if there comes a day when we meet again on the battlefield, and i stand opposed to the flame-chase..

remember to stab your sword into my back and through my tenth thoracic vertebra. that’s my weakspot, and the only way to kill me.”

mydeimos’ last words to phainon. he planned to pack up and leave, with nothing but the clothes he has on and his bloodlust coursing through his veins. but every time he gazes down at his fingers, stained with the blood of too many to count. but the twinkle of gold around his ring finger makes him hesitate. he shouldn’t hesitate. he isn’t someone who hesitates.

but the words of his wife rings in his head. “i had these rings forged! look, it’s gold. it matches your armor!” his heart clenches and he can’t bear to say goodbye. to leave her like this. but he can’t bear to see her eyes fill with tears, her hands trembling as she pleads for him to stay when he says goodbye.

too many people he’s slain, too many people grovel at his feet. but every time his wife sobs, he feels mortal. fragile. so he leaves when night has fallen over their humble abode. his wife’s body comfortable underneath the weighted blanket they share, locks messy and her face relaxed— often marred by horror and concern when she finds out he’s died for the nth time after another battle.

he prays—for the first time—that his love won’t cry when she finds out. standing at the gate, where he’ll leave and won’t come back, he exhales deeply.

“walk out of okhema and i swear to the gods, i will divorce you, mydeimos.” the frail threat hangs in the air, and the prince turns around to see his wife—beautiful, tired, and utterly radiant. his breath hitches and he swallows. “it was a mistake giving that coreflame up. you know that, my love,” he looks away, eyebrows furrowing.

“why didn’t you wake me?” she asks firmly, voice cracking in a moment of weakness. mydei knows she’s trembling, fighting the urge to hold onto him. “i didn’t want to see the only reason why i want to stay hurt because of something i did. i left you a letter, but i’m.. horrible at writing.” he groans, his armored feet moving without the intention to.

he falls in his beloved’s arms, soft, sweet, and holding him so tightly. “my love, please forgive me.” de whispers, his cold, gloved hands grasping onto his wife’s cheeks. for the first time in a while, he feels tears trail down his cheeks and her soft thumb wiping it away as she stares up at him.

“you must go. and i understand..” she presses her forehead against her husband’s, nose brushing against his as she exhales softly, “do not lose yourself. come home to me.. please.”

a swift press to her lips, his own locking onto his wife’s, a familiar gesture— but this time it’s filled with grief. longing— desperation. he pulls away just as he kisses her, and with a gentle squeeze to her arms, he leaves, disappearing with the wind.

[heliosunny]

Your writing for Phainon is soon good 💖 How about something with a Dragon-shifter!Reader who kidnaps Prince!Phainon as dragons do - maybe to get a nice ransom from the royal family - the only problem is that he ain't interested in getting rescued. And may have just slaughtered the knights sent to free him and slay the dragon himself.

Yandere!Phainon x Dragon-shifter!Reader

The sky was dark by the time you reached the ruins of the castle, the stone walls jagged and broken from age, yet still standing against the weight of time. It was a place long forgotten, nestled deep within the mountains, far beyond the reach of any kingdom, perfect for keeping a prince.

“You’re a bold one, I’ll give you that.”

Prince Phainon mused, his voice calm despite the chains coiling around his wrists. His silver-white hair was tousled from the rough flight, his blue eyes gleaming in the dim torchlight.

“Most would hesitate before daring to steal a royal away.”

You ignored him, dragging him forward. You had to admit, his lack of fear was… annoying. Maybe even unsettling. He hadn’t even screamed when you plucked him from his fancy palace, claws closing around him like a vice. He merely stared, as if daring you to drop him.

"Don’t waste your breath" you muttered, shoving open the rusted iron doors. Dust rose from the disturbance, swirling in the air. "You’re not here for conversation."

Phainon chuckled, unfazed. "No? Then why am I here, oh mighty beast?"

You tossed him forward. He landed on his knees with a grunt, but when he lifted his gaze, there was something dangerously amused about the way he looked at you.

"Ransom" you finally said. "Your kingdom will pay handsomely to get their precious prince back."

His laughter filled the place.

Your brow twitched. "What’s so funny?"

Phainon grinned up at you, shoulders shaking. "Oh, you poor, clueless thing. You really think they’ll come for me?" He leaned back, tilting his head. "Let me spare you the disappointment, they won’t. Not before they send someone to kill you first."

You narrowed your eyes. That was expected, of course. Kings rarely sent gold before swords. But it didn’t matter. You could handle any knight they threw your way.

"Then I’ll just have to deal with them." you said.

Phainon hummed, watching you with something unreadable in his gaze. He tilted his head, his smirk never faltering.

"You truly have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?"

You ignored him. The sooner you got him locked away, the sooner you could rest. The flight back had taken a toll, not that you’d ever admit it. Transforming, carrying a fully grown man in your claws, keeping to the shadows to avoid unnecessary fights… It was exhausting. And the moment you’d dumped Phainon inside the ruined halls of your abandoned castle, all you could think about was tending to your aching limbs.

Chains had been enough to keep him in place, or so you assumed. You doubted he’d escape, and even if he did, where would he go? You were deep in the mountains, miles away from the nearest civilization.

And so, you left him to his own devices, disappearing into one of the castle’s still-standing chambers. A cracked mirror leaned against the wall, reflecting your disheveled form. You frowned, brushing dirt from your arms before pouring water into a rusted basin, splashing it against your face.

Just a quick rinse. Then, rest.

You didn’t notice the absence of chains.

Didn’t hear the soft, amused laughter echoing down the halls.

Didn’t realize your supposed prisoner had already slipped away.

Phainon rolled his shoulders as he strode through the forest, fingers brushing over the hilt of the sword he had so generously reclaimed from the ruins. His smirk widened. Really, he should be thanking you. It had been far too long since he had been truly entertained.

Ahead, the sound of armored footsteps drew his attention. He didn’t slow his pace, letting the knights spot him first. Their reactions were immediate- relief, determination, wariness.

"Your Highness!" One of them, a captain by the look of his insignia, rushed forward. "You’re safe! We came as soon as we heard-"

"Safe?" Phainon interrupted smoothly, tilting his head. "Was I ever in danger?"

The knights exchanged glances. "The beast-"

"Was nothing more than a misguided fool" he finished, brushing nonexistent dust from his sleeve. "I was just about to return, after dealing with my own business of course. No need for all this… concern."

The captain hesitated. "We can’t allow that, Your Highness. We must escort you—"

A sigh. Phainon turned his gaze to the trees, as if contemplating. "Ah, what a shame" he murmured. "I told you I would return."

He moved before they could react.

Steel flashed. Blood spattered against bark. The knights barely had time to scream before his blade cut through them like a whisper. Limbs crumpled, bodies fell. Their eyes, wide with shock, stared at him even in death.

Phainon exhaled, stepping over the corpses without a second thought.

"Now, then" he murmured, wiping his blade clean. "Where were we?"

With a smirk, he turned back toward the castle.

His little dragon was waiting.

Phainon pushed open the heavy wooden door, the creak echoing through the abandoned chamber. His eyes flicked over the dimly lit space, stone walls worn by time, a tattered bed of old furs, and there, lying in the center, a figure.

Not a dragon.

A human.

His brows lifted slightly, the only sign of his surprise. The realization came quickly, his captor was no ordinary beast. The dragon and this person were one and the same.

Leaning against the doorway, he observed you. Your breath was steady, though he noted the faint twitch of your fingers. He could slit your throat now, end this little game before it spiraled further.

But where would the fun be in that?

He stepped closer.

The moment his foot scuffed against the stone, your eyes snapped open.

Your instincts took over before reason could settle in, because your captive was free, because he had a sword again, because he stood over you with an unreadable smirk.

You moved in a flash.

Your hands shot out, grabbing at his limbs, forcing them down. Chains slithered from beneath the bedding, precautions you had set up, ones that now snapped into place with ease. His wrists slammed against the cold floor, and with a sharp twist, you locked his legs as well.

You pressed a knee against his chest, breathing heavy. "How did you escape?"

Phainon merely chuckled, entirely too amused despite his current position. "You should be asking yourself.. how did you fall for it?"

You narrowed your eyes.

His strength was not that of an ordinary man, you realized that when he shifted slightly beneath you, and your balance nearly tipped. He was holding back.

"You really are something else" he mused, tilting his head, the flickering firelight casting shadows over his sharp features. His blue eyes dragged over you, lingering, intrigued. "What should I call you? Or do you prefer ‘beast’?"

You didn’t answer.

His smirk widened. "You’re quite breathtaking up close, you know."

You scowled. "Spare me your empty words."

He laughed. "Oh, but I never lie." He shifted slightly, testing the chains, his muscles tensing beneath you. "And I never let myself be bound for long."

You barely had time to react before he tore free, a sheer burst of strength shattering his restraints like they were nothing. You leaped back, but not fast enough, his hands shot out, grabbing your wrist, flipping you before you could reach for another weapon.

The cold edge of his sword pressed against your throat.

For the first time, you truly looked at him, not as a mere human, but something far more dangerous.

His grip was firm, yet his touch was almost playful. His smirk was unreadable, a dangerous mix of amusement and something else entirely.

"You were saying?" he murmured.

Your lips curled, sharp canines glinting. "You assume too much."

Before his blade could descend, your form shifted- partly.

Your tail, thick with scales, shot forward, blocking the strike with an echoing clang. Sparks flew as his sword clashed against it, the force sending a tremor through the room.

Phainon’s smirk faltered for only a second before morphing into something else- pure, unfiltered intrigue.

"...Oh" he breathed, almost in awe. "Now this is getting interesting."

Phainon barely had time to act before you twisted, your tail sweeping low and knocking him off balance. His sword arm jerked, and you seized the opportunity, shifting back into your human form just enough to move swiftly, you grabbed his wrist, spun behind him, and yanked it up toward his back.

"Persistent" he said, amusement still lacing his voice, even as you forced him down.

"Annoying." you countered, your grip like iron as you shoved him to the cold stone floor.

The chains were still broken, so you resorted to something sturdier. From the corner, you grabbed thick, enchanted rope- strong enough to hold even creatures of great power. You looped it around his wrists, pulling them behind his back, then secured his legs in a way that left minimal room for struggle.

Despite being effectively restrained again, Phainon’s smirk remained, sharp and taunting. "You do like tying me up, don’t you? Should I be flattered or concerned?"

You yanked the rope tighter. "Be quiet."

A chuckle. "As you wish, my dear captor."

With a roll of your eyes, you stepped back, observing your handiwork. He was bound tightly this time, no easy way out, not unless he wanted to snap his own limbs.

But before you could relish your victory, he sighed dramatically.

"At least let me bathe before you keep me here like some caged beast" he drawled, his expression the perfect mixture of false suffering and noble exasperation. "I reek of blood. Is this any way to treat a prince?"

You scoffed. "You are a beast."

"And yet, I still deserve some dignity" he quipped, tilting his head. "Unless you enjoy the scent of dried blood and sweat?"

Your nose wrinkled. You didn’t.

Annoyance prickled at you, but you relented. He was still tied up. What harm could a bath do?

"Fine" you muttered.

Before he could gloat, you grabbed the ropes binding his limbs, dragged him up, and hauled him across the room.

Phainon let out a surprised grunt as you tugged him along. "Ah—so forceful. If you wanted to drag me somewhere private, you could’ve asked."

You ignored him.

The abandoned castle still had an intact bathhouse, a large pool of water fed by an underground spring. With one final tug, you yanked him forward and—

SPLASH!

You threw him in.

Phainon resurfaced with a sharp inhale, his silver hair now plastered to his face, water dripping down his broad shoulders. He blinked once. Twice. Then, he tilted his head up at you, his smirk both impressed and incredulous.

"You know" he mused, "when I asked for a bath, I expected something a little more… dignified."

You crossed your arms. "Be grateful I didn’t throw you off a cliff instead."

"Ah, but would you really? You seem far too attached already."

You grabbed a bucket and unceremoniously dumped more water over his head.

"Pfah!" He sputtered, shaking his head like a wet dog before blinking up at you again, lips curling into something downright mischievous. "If you wanted to get my clothes off, you could've just said so."

Your face twitched.

You promptly turned and walked out, leaving him tied up in the bath to deal with himself.

"Wait—! You’re just leaving me here?"

"You'll figure it out."

His laughter echoed behind you. "I like you more and more, little dragon."

The morning greeted you with an unfamiliar sound—soft, deep, and far too close. A hum. A HUM?

It took a moment for your groggy mind to register it. A gentle, unhurried melody, smooth as silk, drifting through the cool air of your chamber. You stirred, cracking one eye open, only to groan and bury your face into the pillow.

Phainon.

The silver-haired prince, your supposed prisoner, sat beside your bed, his arms resting casually on the frame as he leaned forward, watching you with the ease of a man who belonged there. He was freshly bathed from last night, his damp silver locks tousled slightly, his tunic loose at the collar. But what was most irritating was the absolute serenity in his expression as he continued to hum.

It wasn’t even an unpleasant sound. If anything, it was oddly calming.

"Shut up" you muttered, dragging the blanket over your head.

Phainon merely chuckled, his voice still low with sleep. "Good morning to you too, little dragon."

"Not a morning person?"

You groaned louder, pressing your hands over your ears.

His humming didn’t stop. If anything, it turned into an actual song, low, lyrical words spilling effortlessly from his lips.

You flung a pillow at him.

He caught it easily, smirking. "Tsk, so violent. I’m just trying to lighten the mood."

"You shouldn’t be here." You finally sat up, glaring. "How are you here?"

Phainon tilted his head, eyes glinting with amusement. "You tied me up, threw me into a bath, and then left me. Did you really think that would keep me contained?"

Your frown deepened. He was strong, you knew that, but you had used enchanted rope this time. He shouldn’t have been able to slip free so easily.

As if reading your thoughts, Phainon propped his chin on one hand, smirking. "I’ll let you in on a secret," he murmured, voice dipping. "I’ve never been trapped. I just enjoy watching you try."

You hated how easily his words sent a flicker of unease down your spine.

But before you could reply, the distant sound of armor clanking and hurried footsteps caught your attention.

Phainon let out a sigh, stretching leisurely, as if the mere idea of more interruptions exhausted him. "Ah. Took them long enough."

You shot up, shoving him aside. "Stay here."

You didn’t wait for his response. Rushing down the stone corridors, you made your way to the castle’s entrance. The knights were already spilling into the ruins, swords drawn, scanning the area. Their captain, a broad-shouldered man with a scar across his cheek—stepped forward.

"You there!" he barked. "We received word that Prince Phainon was taken by a dragon. Where is he?"

You hesitated. Your first instinct was to tell them you were the dragon, but something in your gut warned you against it. You had no love for humans, but you weren’t bloodthirsty either. You had taken Phainon for ransom, not war.

But before you could decide how to respond— Phainon let out a chuckle.

He stepped out from behind you, his gaze sweeping over the assembled knights like a wolf among sheep. His sword was already in his hand.

The captain’s face twisted in relief. "Your Highness! We came to rescue you—"

"Rescue me?" Phainon repeated, voice laced with mockery. "From what, exactly?"

The knights stiffened. "From the dragon—!"

Phainon then moved.

Steel sliced through the air, swift and merciless. Blood sprayed across the stone.

Silence.

Then, chaos.

The remaining knights recoiled in horror, some shouting, some scrambling to draw their weapons. But it was already too late.

You could only watch.

Your breath hitched as the last knight staggered back, his sword shaking in his grasp. "Y-Your Highness, what—?"

Phainon drove his blade clean through the man’s chest.

A ragged gasp. A final shudder. Then, nothing.

As the last body collapsed, Phainon exhaled, flicking blood from his blade. His posture remained relaxed, unaffected, as if he had merely completed a morning exercise.

Then, slowly, he turned to you.

His smirk was still there, unchanged, unwavering. But his eyes…

Cold. Sharp. Unrelenting.

He murmured, voice smooth as silk. "Where were we?"

Your breath came in ragged bursts. The scent of blood—fresh, thick, suffocating, filled the abandoned halls. Around you, bodies lay strewn, once armored knights reduced to mere corpses. And at the center of it all stood him.

Phainon, the prince you had kidnapped, the human you thought was nothing more than an arrogant, troublesome captive. Now, standing before you, bathed in crimson, he was something else entirely.

"You…" Your voice was hoarse, almost unrecognizable. "What have you done?"

Phainon tilted his head, flicking stray droplets of blood from his blade. "What needed to be done" he said simply, as if that explained everything.

Your claws curled. You could feel the shift pulling at your skin, your instincts screaming at you to fight. "They came to help you."

He chuckled. "Did they?" His piercing blue eyes met yours, unblinking. "Or did they come to drag me back to a place I had no intention of returning to?"

You gritted your teeth. "You killed your own men!"

"And yet, here I stand." He took a step toward you, slow and deliberate. "And you, little dragon, haven’t run. Haven’t struck me down. Why is that?"

Your pulse pounded in your ears. You had so many reasons. The problem was, you couldn’t pick one.

Because you were stunned. Because your mind still reeled from what you had just witnessed.

"You’re a monster" you snarled.

Phainon exhaled, his smirk softening, something almost fond flickering across his blood-smeared features. "I never claimed to be a hero."

That was it. That was the moment your restraint snapped.

You lunged.

Your tail lashed out, striking toward him like a whip, but he was fast. He sidestepped, blade flicking up just in time to meet your claws. Sparks flew as steel met scale.

"That’s more like it" he purred.

You growled, twisting, your tail sweeping at his legs. He jumped back, but you were already on him again, clawed hands gripping his tunic, shoving him hard against the stone wall.

"You think this is amusing?" you hissed, your breath hot against his face.

Phainon smiled.

"You’re magnificent when you’re angry" he murmured.

Your grip tightened. "I should rip you apart."

His smirk didn’t waver. "But you won’t."

Damn him for being right.

You hated that you hesitated. You hated that your instincts, your dragon instincts, were at war with something else entirely.

"You’ve fascinated me from the moment you took me" he confessed. "At first, I thought it was amusement. Curiosity." He tilted his head, the sharp edges of his expression easing just slightly. "But it’s more than that, isn’t it?"

"You could have killed me" he continued, as if weaving the truth between you both. "Yet you didn’t." His eyes traced your face, your form, like he was memorizing every detail. "And I could have killed you. Yet I won’t."

Your chest heaved. "Why?"

His fingers brushed your wrist, so gently, so deliberately.

"Because I don’t want to." His smile turned wicked. "Because I want you."

Your world tilted.

Your claws flexed, your mind screaming at you to reject it. To deny him. But Phainon only looked at you like he had already won. And you hated that you didn’t know if he was wrong.

You were still seething when Phainon led you toward the kingdom’s gates.

You should have run. You should have killed him.

But instead, you were here, walking beside the man who should have been your prisoner, yet somehow, you felt like the one who had been captured.

The city was alive with murmurs the moment the two of you entered. The scent of blood still clung to Phainon’s clothes, a stark contrast to his relaxed demeanor. People gasped, whispered, stepped aside as he walked through the streets with you in tow.

But it was nothing compared to the reaction inside the royal palace.

The moment the throne room doors burst open, the king and queen, seated on their ornate thrones, turned with sharp, wide-eyed disbelief.

"Phainon?" the king's voice was filled with stunned relief. "You're alive?"

The queen clutched her chest. "The knights said.." She hesitated, gaze flickering toward you. "Who is this?"

You barely had time to part your lips before Phainon slung an arm around your shoulders and pulled you against him.

His next words sent a ripple of shock through the room.

"This?" His smirk was downright predatory. "This one belongs to me now."

The king's expression darkened. "Phainon!"

"You sent knights to retrieve me," he interrupted smoothly. "And they failed. Miserably." He glanced down at you, as if you were some prize he had won rather than a kidnapper-turned-reluctant-companion. "So I took something better in return."

Your lips parted in disbelief. "Excuse me?"

His grip tightened ever so slightly. "Careful, little dragon," he murmured against your ear, low enough that only you could hear. "You wouldn’t want them thinking you’re protesting too much, now would you?"

Your body tensed. He was toying with you. In front of his entire court.

The queen’s hands trembled. "You’re injured—"

"A small price for something so valuable." Phainon mused, tilting his head. "Wouldn’t you agree?"

The nobles in the room exchanged whispers, none daring to speak aloud.

The king exhaled slowly, fingers tightening over the armrest of his throne. "What are you planning, Phainon?"

The prince's smirk widened. "Why, to keep them, of course."

The king finally spoke, his voice cold and measured. "Phainon, do you even understand what you're saying? You cannot simply claim someone as yours—"

"Oh, but I already have." Phainon’s grip on you was firm, his tone laced with amusement. "And I dare anyone to take them from me."

The challenge hung thick in the air, sending another wave of murmurs through the court.

You clenched your fists, resisting the urge to bare your fangs. "I am not some trinket to be owned."

Phainon turned to you, unbothered by your defiance, his lips curling into a lazy smirk. "Of course not." His hand brushed against yours, a deliberate taunt. "You’re something much rarer than that."

You glared at him, heat rising to your cheeks, not from flattery, but from the sheer audacity of this human.

"Fine" you bit out, eyes narrowing. "But don’t think for a second that this means I belong to you. Make sure to keep your promise."

Phainon chuckled, tilting his head as if indulging a joke only he understood. Then, leaning in, he whispered just loud enough for you to hear:

"Oh, little dragon… you just haven't realized it yet."

And with that, the prince turned back to his stunned parents, still grinning like a man who had won everything.

You exhaled slowly. Knowing at least you won't have to live a miserable life anymore.

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[raindailies]

❝ ── VALENTINE'S REMEDY ❞ 

❤︎ ❝ it's you.. it has always been you. ❞  

(mydei x gn!reader ; phainon x gn!reader) !!

८ sypnosis. valentine's day with : PHAINON & MYDEI !! (seperately). sfw. fluff. crack, gender neutral reader — MORDEN DAY AU . ؛ ଓ

@ warnings; none ! all fluff & cutesy valentines (๑﹏๑ ) ⋆

── notes. this valentines, i deliver this to you (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) , originally, i planned to have much more characters than mydei & phainon, but there are so many things happening that i couldn't do that — enjoy, nevertheless! I hope you all had a good valentine's day yesterday ♡

ᝰ.ᐟ PHAINON — cooking date.. ?

(wc : 997)

⟡ "(name)! I've decided—we should cook together for valentines!" Phainon proposes. Your face utterly falls at his word is absolute and full horror at the thought. Oh no. If there was one thing you should know about being Phainon's lover, is that he is horrid at cooking, unfortunately, you had to learn this the hard way. (e.g, your house coming close to catch fire if you hadn't stopped his myriad of senseless trouble)

⟡ "Are you sure? I mean—what if we just.. go to a café or—"

⟡ "No way! I wanna make cookies with you!" Phainon only implored further at your admittedly weak rebuttal, his demeanor akin to that of a beaming light (or a beaming puppy), you could only make an effort to avoid his eager gaze as he awaited your reply. 

⟡ After a beat of hesitance and silence, Phainon pretty much tackled you onto the couch, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other rested on your forearm, pulling you impossibly closer to his own body, lowering his chin to rest comfortably on your shoulder with a huff, the cheeky grin still ever present on his lips as you tried to wrestle yourself out of his hold, muttering weak protests, which proved impossible in a matter of a second when you realized his muscles weren't just for show. "C'mon, can't my lovely partner and valentines indulge in my well-versed fantasy of baking together~?"

⟡ Thus, led you two to where you were now. Valentine's day was supposed to be cutesy, right? Maybe sharing a sundae, kissing under the sunset sky that boarded the horizons with a soft tint—instead of the intricate (admittedly, delusional) scenarios that you were conjuring just days prior, now, you are subjected to cooking with Phainon. 

⟡ "(name)! Is the sugar supposed to be this flaky? And it's a little salty." Phainon exclaimed, remnants of 'sugar' on his fingers as he test-tasted them in his mouth, you looked over in horror.

 ⟡ "That's salt! You don't add that much salt to cookies?!" You shrieked. Things were going so well!! How were you supposed to know Phainon couldn't differentiate sugar from salt? As you tried to scoop out the salt from the mixture of butter, eggs, and vanilla extract, you spared a glance to see Phainon looking at you expectedly, his eyes were that of a puppy, and you knew him well enough to know that he was sulking, and you couldn't bare it in your heart to scold him (you did it anyways).

⟡ Your boyfriend was a basketball player, a real good one, sure—you didn't know that would affect his baking skills, though. Phainon (read: attempted) to throw the egg into the mixture, stance that of a basketball throw, only for the egg to splatter onto the ground. One ominous call of his name from you, got the white-haired male quickly begging for mercy, splutters of "I'm sorry! (name)! H-hey, please put down that knife!" cascaded from his hurried begs. 

⟡ "Hand me the flour." You noted, feeling a bag soon resting in your hand, however—as you poured, you decided to spare a glance at the bag. You inwardly sigh to yourself, catching Phainon's back collar to turn his face around, forcing him to take a good look at the bag. "This is baking soda!" Unfortunately, Phainon only offered a sheepish grin before hastily freeing himself out of your hold, in fear, probably.

⟡ You'd love to say his misfit of troubles stopped there, but it definitely didn't. You almost curse your whole ascenstor's family tree when Phainon called again. "(name)...? Uh, is the microwave supposed to be glowing?" You looked back hesitantly. Yes, the microwave was glowing. With a metal bowl inside of it. I love my boyfriend. I love my boyfriend. I love my boyfrie—

⟡ "How much longer?" Phainon was then exempt from further participation in the baking, sulking, he attached himself to your back, subjected to only being able to watch you bake, due to his tendencies to cause a mess in the kitchen. "Wait a bit, you really are impatient." His arms wrapped around your waist, your back met his chest, and he lowered his head to rest on your shoulder as you mixed the bowl of ingredients with a practiced technique. You could almost feel his sullen pout despite not looking at him. 

⟡ When you pulled the cookies out of the oven, Phainon was quick on his feet behind you, shuffling to get a closer look (and, hand sticking out to try and grab one but was quickly dismissed by your own hand grabbing his to cease his quick-witted endeavor). The cookies were chocolate flavored, something Phainon insisted, saying it's 'valentine' coded, and sprinkled with specks of pink sprinkles, in Phainon's eyes—they look like heaven sent offerings from the goddess that you embodied.. maybe an exaggeration. 

⟡ "Say ahh." You held a cookie to his face, to which he immediately beamed, opening his mouth as he awaited the dessert to be delivered to his mouth, when it did, he instantly smiled—if Phainon did have a tail, you imagine it'd be wagging right then. 

⟡ In a moment of unfocused haze, Phainon cupped your cheeks into his much larger palm, pressing his (chocolate infused) lips onto yours, in turn, making you nearly shriek in surprise. You tasted a faint chocolate savor against his unexpectedly soft lips, you're only left still dumbfounded when he pulled away.

⟡ "C'mon, yer gonna watch me eat, or will you eat your own phenomenal cooking, too?" Phainon grinned, a boyish smile overcame his features as he slid a hand through the tufts of his white hair.

⟡ ".. Yeah yeah, alright." Perhaps this valentine wasn't actually that bad, you hummed to yourself, tasting a cookie, relishing in your boyfriend's cheerful expressions. The cookies tasted saltier than they should, but you found yourself not minding. 

⟡ Still.. you make a mental note to keep Phainon out of the kitchen.

ᝰ.ᐟ MYDEI — arcade date !!

(wc: 1174)

⟡ "Try to beat me." Mydei grinned, a competitive look rose in his eyes, you almost scoffed, your hand tightening on the console handle. 

⟡ Currently, the two of you were situated at an arcade. Now, you’re not sure what Mydei’s idea of a fun valentine’s day is, but apparently to him, it was a competition. For goodness’s sake, doesn’t he get enough competition in his basketball matches? But despite all odds, you were still swooned by the competitive man, and you really can’t lie because Mydei being competitive also makes you competitive in turn. 

⟡ “Please, indulge me, o strongest of all.” You beamed back, a combative shine coating both of your eyes, neither of you broke eye contact. Only when the game’s ‘ancient’-like machine erupted a small, distorted, “game start!”, did you and Mydei consecutively locked in, eyes fixed on each’s little pixelated character. 

⟡ The valentines date, turned out to be one big, competitive game to you both—and to no one’s surprise, Mydei kept tally of each wins he got. “I win. (name), it almost feels as if you’re letting me win on purpose, don’t go easy on this boyfriend of yours!” Mydei grinned, his arm slung over your shoulder casually, a shit-eating smirk painted over his face as he made absolutely no effort to conceal the pleasure he attained. You could only stare at the ‘GAME OVER!” words on your own arcade machine (indubitably, a bit pouty). 

⟡ However, once he noticed your sullen mood, Mydei quickly panicked, a rushed ‘oh shit’ nearly escaped his mouth, but he was quick to shut it, he mentally scolded himself inside of his head, before ushering you for one more game, this time, he wanted to raise your mood, rather than anything, as fun as it was winning for him, it was much better when he sees you smile. 

⟡ When you do win, you swiftly whirled to Mydei with the brightest smile on your face, finger pointing at the screen that showed Mydei’s pixelated character in a defeated position, while yours did some tacky emote dance with 90’s music singing from the machine. He smiled, ruffling your hair in leisure, ignoring your slight protests of “don’t mess up my hair?!” 

⟡ “C’mon,” Mydei held up the arcade card between his pointer and middle finger with a smirk visible on his face, bringing his gaze to the other arcade game machines, ”You wanna miss t’day and all the money I spent on you, or you wanna play more?” He leaned closer—leaving your heart stubbornly speeding up. 

⟡ Thus, the two of you spent your valentines in the arcade game spot for around 5 hours at best—creating pompous feuds and rivalry for the sake of it, but for some reason, you couldn’t help but notice Mydei lost more times than you’d think he would, I mean, no offense, but he play games like anytime he’s free, surely he should’ve won each feuds easily? Before you could rack your mind on his foreign behavior, the air hockey immediately slotted itself into your goal as you let your mind wander, causing you to lose a point, much to your horror. “Hey! My eyes are up here! Ya losin’ already, (name)?”

⟡ You sent a glare to his direction, picking up the hockey from your goal to immediately fling to his direction with your mallet, only for the hockey to (somehow??) fly up and hit Mydei square in the face, so, you technically did achieve a headshot, just not in the goal. 

⟡ “Holy shit—I’m sorry! So sorry! Mydei, are you okay?!” You spluttered, hand hovering in all directions over his face as he rubbed his palm on the area where the hockey quite literally pounded him, Mydei raised a hand to stop your stuttering, a grin broke out of his (pathetically) kind of painstrucken face, obviously, it was bound to hurt. 

⟡ Putting aside the rough. . encounter, Mydei only brushes you off, “It’s okay,” he’d said, before adding, “but I don’t know . . a kiss might make it even better?” good to know that Mydei’s brain, on the contrary, hasn’t changed. You thought. 

⟡ The rest of the day went on without any further casualties, basketball games (to no one’s surprise, Mydei surpassed the original highest score, earning himself a spot in the leaderboard), racing games (you somehow won this one, where you immediately hopped up and down with Mydei’s hand in yours, you didn’t look back then, but if you did, the sickly love struck face on Mydei’s face looking at you fondly would’ve probably imploded you from the inside out), dancing games (Mydei slipped and nearly fell on you–but with his muscular stature, he caught himself and you from falling in public, thank god no one was there to witness), and . . claw machines, which personally, agitated you.

⟡ “.. Move over, let me try.” Mydei groaned, weary of watching you fail time and time again to get a pink-ish red cat from the claw machine that just kept bouncing further away from the blissful exit everytime you moved the claw, to the point where you were one touch closer to crashing out in public, given your.. shortcoming. 

⟡ For some sicken reason–as if the gods were taunting you, Mydei was able to grab the cat plush toy on his first try, your mouth agape as it jeeringly falls into the exit slot, where Mydei took it into his hand to dangle the plush in front of your face with a shit-eating grin, a look of triumphant curled on the tips of his attempted nonchalance. 

⟡ “I hate you.” Grumbling, you still took the plushie into your arms.

⟡ “Say that all you want, darlin’, I know you love me.” 

⟡ ... as the two of you left the arcade, hand held in each other's, intertwined, some imaginative cupid floating around bow in hand, as a small (delusional) cacophony of choir song hummed, an unexpected popped from behind a counter.

⟡ “See, Aggy, they do get along well!” Tribbie’s cheerful voice rang, as they hid behind a counter–not in a conspicuous location at all, Castorice nodded, hopeful for her friend. 

⟡ “.. I suppose I was worried for naught. (name) is in good hands, then.” Aglaea smiled, despite the 3 girls still being hunched under a counter. Without context, they looked more like stalkers, than friends ‘passing by’ and deciding to spy. 

⟡ “Mydei is. . strange. But I believe he really does like (name).” Castorice hummed, her voice, soft and delicate, in contrast to Tribbie’s cheerful tone, and Aglaea’s calming timbre. 

⟡ “Well, since we’re here already, Aggy, Cas, let’s go play some games!” 

⟡ (PS. word has it that you gave Mydei handmade chocolate earlier during the day?! Also, Mydei was practically shaking, the tips of his ears a burning red when he received the chocolate you so delicately made and packaged in a red-tinted heart box. Don’t tell anyone–but I heard from a little bird that this same man giggled to himself after the arcade date ( ꈍ◡ꈍ) !)

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NOTES:

- 43 rmb chinese yuan - $5, or wtv currency you have - kevin kaslana sucks at cooking (read: made kitchen appliances run for their life), therefore, phainon fucking sucks at cooking, no debates you take what you can get. - it is REALLY hard to write Mydei in modern au, considering like literally what would this guy be agitated about? But i consider him to be someone that yearns for the normalcy, rather than the chaos he shrouds himself in, similarly to kalpas from hi3. I think of Mydei as someone who is more suited for a modern life, no fights, violence, just peace - but he is always destined to end back at the aggression of the battlefield. haha!! - Phainon is so stupid i love him he's like a kicked puppy LMAO

❝ i blinked, and suddenly i have a valentine . . ? ❞ 

[devdozes]

what if continuation of the Silly(𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂) Reader x Phainon and its just the reader finds out Flame Reaver's real Identity, Phainon. And reader just goes "of course my taste in men is NEVER wrong" while twirlling their hair😭 and "so i fell for the same(?) Guy TWICE🤭" or something(bonus point if Phainon is also there and gone through five stages of grief)

SILLY READER CONTINUATION :3

The battle waged on, but at this point, it was less of a high-stakes, life-or-death duel and more of an absolute disaster of a flirting session with occasional weapon swings.

Flame Reaver was still fighting, still a deadly force to be reckoned with, but you could tell—you had him. Not physically, not in battle, but mentally? Oh, you were absolutely living rent-free in his head, and you had no intention of leaving anytime soon.

“You know,” you mused, effortlessly dodging another slash, “if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were holding back.”

Flame Reaver’s grip on his sword tightened. “You truly do not know when to be silent, do you?”

“Oh, I do,” you shot back with a wink. “I just choose not to. Especially when I see a hot, brooding warrior who—”

“For the love of all the Titans, STOP.” Phainon groaned from the sidelines, looking as if he had aged several decades in the past five minutes. “This is a battlefield, not a tavern! Quit trying to seduce the deadly assassin!”

“But Phaiii,” you whined, twirling out of the way of another attack with infuriating ease. “What if he’s my destiny?”

Flame Reaver’s sword halted mid-strike, his entire form stiffening. If you could see beneath that mask, you just knew he was internally combusting.

You beamed. “See? He’s thinking about it.”

“I want to walk into the Black Tide.” Phainon clutched his head. “I need a reset. A full system reboot.”

However, the moment of chaotic banter was short-lived. Something shifted in the air—an unseen force pulsed around you, the battlefield trembling under an unseen pressure. It was faint at first, a sensation curling at the edges of your consciousness, but then—

You felt it.

Something familiar. Something eerily familiar.

Your eyes narrowed slightly as you studied Flame Reaver. The way he moved, the way he carried himself, the way he hesitated—not out of uncertainty, but out of something else. Recognition? Familiarity?

It clicked all at once.

“No way.” Your weapon lowered ever so slightly, a grin spreading across your face. “Oh, this is rich.”

Flame Reaver, who had clearly not been expecting this reaction, straightened slightly. “What?”

“No, no, I’m just—” You actually had to take a second to process the sheer absurdity of this revelation before you burst into laughter. “Of course. Of COURSE my taste in men is never wrong.”

Phainon, who had been one inconvenience away from a mental breakdown this entire time, blinked. “What. What does that mean. What did you just figure out.”

You took a dramatic step forward, eyes glinting with absolute amusement. “So, let me get this straight.” You gestured vaguely at Flame Reaver. “You—mysterious, brooding, dangerously attractive Flame Reaver—are Phainon.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

Phainon’s brain audibly short-circuited. “I’m—WHAT.”

Flame Reaver visibly flinched. “That is—” He hesitated, voice tight. “Not entirely incorrect.”

You gasped, clasping your hands together in pure, unfiltered delight. “So I fell for the same guy TWICE?” You twirled a strand of your hair between your fingers, biting your lip playfully. “Damn. Maybe I have a type.”

Phainon, meanwhile, looked like he was going through all five stages of grief at once. “You—he—ME? HIM? FLAME REAVER IS ME?” He pointed aggressively between himself and Flame Reaver. “FROM ANOTHER TIMELINE?”

Flame Reaver, who was absolutely not equipped to deal with this level of sheer chaos, cleared his throat. “A different version of you, yes.”

Phainon made a strangled noise. “I hate this. I hate this so much.”

“Oh, come on, Phai,” you teased, nudging him. “This just means I have EXCELLENT taste. I mean, think about it. Twice. Twice, my heart went ‘yep, that’s the one.’”

Flame Reaver, the terrifying executioner feared across realms, looked incredibly unsure of how to handle the fact that he was being actively flirted with by the same person in two different lifetimes.

“I—” he started, but then immediately stopped, seemingly at war with himself.

You leaned in slightly. “Oh? Speechless? Flustered, even?”

“I am NOT flustered.”

“You hesitated. You totally hesitated.” You smirked, leaning on your weapon. “C’mon, just admit it. I’ve got you all hot and bothered, don’t I?”

Phainon groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I AM GOING TO COMBUST.”

Flame Reaver exhaled sharply, visibly collecting himself. “Enough. This changes nothing.”

You hummed, tilting your head. “Oh, I think it changes everything.” You shot him a wink. “After all, now I know my type is literally across timelines.”

Flame Reaver, for all his legendary composure, looked moments away from combusting himself.

Phainon simply stared up at the sky like he was begging the Titans to strike him down.

You ignored him, still beaming. “Anyway, that settles it. I have two boyfriends now.”

Silence.

The battlefield, the remnants of shattered structures, the very air seemed to collectively pause at your words.

Both Phainons blinked at you, as if waiting for some sort of clarification that you were joking.

You were not.

“I beg your pardon?” Flame Reaver finally asked, his usual composed demeanor absolutely crumbling under the sheer audacity of your statement.

Phainon actually looked offended. “Excuse me, what?”

“You heard me.” You shrugged. “I mean, it makes sense, doesn’t it? You’re technically the same person, but like, from different timelines. So if I like one of you, I obviously like the other, too.”

Flame Reaver looked way too flustered for someone who was supposed to be an emotionless killer. “That is not how this works.”

“Why not?” You crossed your arms, pouting slightly. “It’s efficient.”

Phainon gestured wildly at you. “Efficient?”

“Yeah! One boyfriend for soft, wholesome moments and another for broody, dramatic tension. It’s a perfect balance.”

Flame Reaver’s eye twitched. “I am not your boyfriend.”

“You literally let me flirt with you for an entire battle and barely fought back,” you pointed out. “That’s boyfriend behavior.”

Phainon turned to Flame Reaver with a look of absolute betrayal. “You what?”

Flame Reaver stiffened, his posture straightening as if trying to regain some level of dignity. “It was strategic hesitation.”

“It was flustered hesitation,” you corrected.

Phainon groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “I can’t believe this. I literally lost to myself. I hate this timeline.”

Flame Reaver was still recovering, his mind clearly short-circuiting. “…Two boyfriends?”

“You’re getting stuck on that?” Phainon snapped at him.

You just clasped your hands together, looking at them expectantly. “So. Where are we going for our first date?”

Phainon screamed internally. Flame Reaver still looked like he hadn’t fully processed reality yet.

what the fuck is happening

I LOVE THEM AUGHRJNFM,REKJ IM GONNA MAKE A LONGER VERSION OF THIS BUT ITS 4 AM, IM ON 7 CANS ON LEMONADE AND 4 CUPS OF INSTANT NOODLES

[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?

fic masterlist

“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.

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

Hii im so glad to see your rq open again!! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

Can you write a something for amphoreus men (add some of your favorites if you want or can) with a reader that is small chested, please? 🤍

SMALL CHEST GIRLS ARE WAY BETTER!

✧ paring : mydei, phainon, anaxa, aglaea x fem!reader (separate)

✧ tws : nsfw/smut, boob obsessed men, nipple sucking, spanking, scissoring, creampie (vaginal), mentions of reader drooling, tit play, cow girl (anaxa), doggy style (phainon) and other stuff! mdni.

－ 𝐌𝐘𝐃𝐄𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐒!

He always looked at you like he was on the edge of something dangerous.

Even now, with your back arched and legs trembling on either side of his hips, Mydei’s golden eyes never left your face. Not even once. He watched the way your mouth parted, how your brows pulled together when he rolled his hips forward, slow and heavy. You felt every inch of him. Every thick, deliberate thrust of his cock as it dragged deep inside your wet pussy, stretching you open like you were made to take it—and nothing else.

You choked out a sound, a broken moan as your body tightened around him.

“M-Mydei—ah—too deep, I c-can’t—!”

“Yes you can,” he snarled, voice shaking with restraint. “You’re going to. You’re going to take it, every fucking drop. Look at how your pussy’s swallowing me. You were made for this. For me.”

You whined, eyes fluttering shut, but his hand suddenly gripped your jaw—rough, but not cruel—and forced your gaze up to his.

“No,” he hissed. “Look at me. I want to watch your face while I fill this greedy little cunt. You want it, don’t you?”

“I—I do,” you whispered, tears clinging to your lashes. “I want it. I want your cock.”

“Louder.”

“I want your cock, Mydei! F-fuck, please—just fuck me.”

A sound rumbled in his chest, low and dangerous, and he slammed into you harder. Your entire body jolted with each thrust, your small chest bouncing under him, nipples stiff and begging for attention. He saw it—of course he saw it—and a dark, wicked smirk curved his lips as he leaned down. Without slowing, he latched onto one of your nipples, tongue hot and rough as it circled the sensitive bud before he bit—light, but just enough to make your back arch off the bed with a sharp gasp.

“Mydei!” you cried out, voice cracking.

His free hand came up and squeezed your other tit, thumb rubbing over your nipple until you squirmed under him, legs tightening around his waist.

“Too small to hide from me,” he growled against your chest, dragging his teeth across your skin.

He did just that—switching to your other nipple, licking and sucking while his cock continued pounding into you, filling your pussy over and over with heavy thrusts that made your eyes roll back. Every time he pulled back, you felt the drag of his thick shaft against your walls, felt the way your cunt tried to cling to him, desperate to keep him inside.

Your head was spinning. The heat building low in your stomach had already crested once, but he hadn’t stopped after your first orgasm—he barely let you breathe.

“You feel that?” he muttered, lips brushing your ear. “That’s your body begging to be bred. Look at how tight you get when I say it.”

You whimpered, breath shuddering as your cunt clenched around him again.

“Y-You’re gonna cum in me?” you asked, voice soft, dazed, filled with need.

He slammed into you hard, groaning as your pussy squeezed him again, greedy and soaked.

“Damn right I am. You’re not walking out of this bed until I’ve filled this pussy. I want it leaking out of you. Want to see my cum dripping down your thighs while you're crying from how full you are.”

The words sent a fresh wave of heat over your skin, shame and desire tangled together in the tight ball of need coiling in your belly. You whimpered, burying your face in his shoulder, body shaking as he fucked you through another orgasm.

“Please,” you sobbed, “I want it, I want you to cum inside—please, please—!”

And that was it. Mydei let out a sound that was somewhere between a growl and a groan, deep and guttural, as he drove into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt. His cock throbbed inside your pussy, thick spurts of cum spilling into you with each pulse. You felt it—hot, heavy, filling you deep—and you cried out his name, clinging to him like you’d fall apart without him.

He didn’t pull out.

He stayed there, locked inside you, one arm tight around your waist as if he was afraid you’d vanish. His other hand slid up to cup your breast again, thumb softly brushing over your overstimulated nipple while he kissed your temple.

“I’m not done,” he murmured against your skin, breath still heavy. “Not till you’re full. Not till I see it dripping out of this sweet pussy.”

You whined beneath him, trembling, already overwhelmed—but the look in his eyes promised more.

And you knew Mydei always kept his promises.

－𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐍!

Phainon didn’t need to speak to make you tremble. He only needed to look. Those piercing blue eyes pinned you down harder than any grip ever could, calm and cold, but burning underneath. As if he’d already decided you belonged to him long before you even knew his name.

And when he said, “Climb on,” voice low, almost a whisper—you did. You didn’t even think. You moved without hesitation, straddling his hips, thighs shaking slightly as you stared down at him. Phainon’s chest rose and fell with slow, deliberate breaths, but his cock, thick and flushed and resting against his stomach, was already hard for you.

You hesitated.

His hands came to your waist, fingers wrapping around you with a firmness that made you feel small—fragile even—under his strength. His thumbs brushed your skin.

“I want to watch,” he murmured, blue eyes locked on yours. “I want to see how your pussy swallows my fingers… then my cock.”

You let out a quiet, shaky breath, and his hand slid down. His fingers were deceptively gentle at first, brushing along your folds—already soaked from anticipation—before he dipped two fingers inside your cunt.

You gasped, knees twitching around his hips.

“P-Phainon—”

“Shh,” he said, leaning up just enough to kiss your chest. “You’re dripping for me. I barely touched you.”

He curled his fingers, and your whole body jolted. He knew exactly where to press, exactly how to angle, like he’d memorized you already. Your walls clung to his fingers so tightly, greedy and slick, and he watched—unblinking—his mouth now trailing lower, brushing your skin with every breath.

You felt his lips close around one of your nipples.

“Ah—!” you whimpered, bucking your hips against his hand.

His mouth was warm, wet, and perfect—sucking your nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue across it as his fingers kept working your pussy. Your chest was small, but he gave it attention like it was the most precious thing in the world, tongue swirling, lips tugging, fingers pinching your other nipple while his hand stayed buried deep inside your cunt.

You could feel yourself unraveling, your thighs twitching, your voice cracking with every whine, every gasp that fell from your lips.

And when you clenched hard around his fingers, your orgasm spilling over, he only murmured one thing against your chest:

“You’re going to do it again. But on my cock this time.”

Your body was still shaking, your cunt fluttering from the aftershocks when he pulled his fingers out and guided the head of his cock to your entrance. His grip was unyielding, holding you in place as he rubbed the thick tip along your soaked slit, pressing gently—teasing, letting your own weight do the work.

“Look at me,” he said softly.

You did.

You looked at his pretty face.

And you sank down.

It was slow—achingly so—but he didn’t rush you. He held you firm while your pussy stretched wide around his cock, inch by inch, until he was fully inside, your ass flush against his thighs. You whimpered, hands planted on his chest, nails digging into his skin as your cunt pulsed helplessly around the length of him.

“So tight,” he whispered. “You were made for me.”

He moved his hands from your waist to your chest, cupping your tits again. His thumbs rolled over your nipples as you started to ride him, slow at first, then faster, each bounce making you cry out softly, your tits jolting under his touch.

“You like this, don’t you?” he said, voice breathy now, strained. “Look at how your pussy’s sucking me in. You want me to cum in you, (name)? You want me to breed you?”

Your head dropped forward, eyes squeezed shut, voice shaking.

“Y-Yes… please… I want it—I want you to fill me, Phainon—”

He groaned low in his throat, pulling your chest to his mouth again, tongue lapping at your nipple while you bounced harder, your slick thighs slapping against his as the room filled with the sound of skin and breath and desperation.

And then he grabbed your waist, slammed you down one last time, and held you there.

You felt it.

The way his cock pulsed deep inside you. The thick warmth of his cum flooding your pussy. Your body quivered as your orgasm broke again, your voice cracking with the force of it.

“I’m not pulling out,” he whispered against your skin, still softly sucking your nipple. “You’ll sit right here until it’s dripping out of you. Until you’re full.”

You nodded, tears in your lashes, dazed and breathless.

And his blue eyes never looked away.

－ 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐗𝐀!

Anaxa’s hand gripped your hip with the kind of precision that left no room for escape. His touch was rough—too rough, as he pulled you into position, kneeling before him with your back arched and your ass presented just the way he wanted. You could feel the heat of him behind you, the weight of his desire pressing against your back, his breath hot on your skin.

He didn’t need to say a word for you to know what he wanted. His fingers slid between your legs, tracing your folds, feeling how wet you were for him, how eager your pussy was to be claimed again. The touch was slow—deliberate, torturous as he teased your entrance, his thumb circling over your clit.

“Anaxa,” you moaned, hips shifting, searching for more. “Please…”

“Please what, darling?” His voice was quiet, but there was an edge to it, a command that made you shiver. “Tell me what you want.”

You couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“I want you inside me. I want you to fill me.”

He gave a low, approving sound before pulling his fingers away and positioning himself behind you. The head of his cock teased your entrance, pressing just enough to make you ache with want. He didn’t give you time to adjust. Instead, he thrust forward in one smooth motion, his cock burying itself deep in your pussy, making you gasp as the stretch hit all the right places.

He didn’t pause. He began moving, slow at first, until the weight of each thrust had your body rocking forward, your hands braced against the bed as your ass jutted back to meet his every push.

“Such a good girl,” Anaxa growled, his hands moving to your waist, holding you still as he picked up the pace. “Taking me so well. Just like this, huh? You were made for me.”

His words sent a shiver through your spine, and you moaned, desperate for more. Your pussy clenched around him, your body trembling with each deep stroke.

Your breath hitched as you felt his cock hit that sweet spot inside you again, the one that made your whole body quiver. Each thrust was deeper, harder, and you couldn’t help but let out a string of moans, your body pushing back to meet him with every movement.

“Yes, Anaxa,” you whimpered, voice thick with need. “I want it. Fill me. Breed me.”

He growled in response, his hand moving to your hair, tugging your head back so your body arched even further. His cock slammed into you, again and again, each thrust harder than the last, until you were crying out, your pussy clenching around him in a desperate attempt to keep him inside.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice rough. “I’m going to breed you. I’m going to make sure you’re carrying my seed, darling. You’ll never forget this.”

His words sent a fresh wave of heat flooding your core. You could feel the pressure building inside you, your body close to the edge. The intensity of his thrusts, the sound of his voice in your ear, the feel of him so deep inside—it all built up until you were trembling, your orgasm crashing over you in waves.

He groaned behind you, his cock twitching as he buried himself deep one final time, spilling into you. You felt the warmth of him filling you, his cum flooding your pussy as he held you in place, his hand gripping your waist firmly.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered, voice softening as he slowly pulled out, leaving you feeling empty—but full at the same time, his seed dripping from you. “You’ll always be mine.”

－𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐄𝐀!

Aglaea's hands caressed your waist as if she were handling glass—so careful, so reverent. Her touch always made you squirm, not from discomfort, but from the slow burn that bloomed beneath your skin. She looked down at you now, golden eyes half-lidded, smile lazy and teasing.

"You’re so small," she murmured, voice thick with lust, a soft chuckle leaving her lips as she brushed her fingers along the sides of your breasts. “Cute little thing. Barely even fill my palms…”

You flushed, heart fluttering as her thumbs circled your nipples. She always teased you about your size, but somehow it never felt cruel—just possessive. Admiring. Like she liked having something delicate to play with.

You reached up shyly, your hands cupping her chest in return. The difference made your breath hitch—her breasts were full, heavy in your hands, her skin soft and flushed from arousal. She smirked when she noticed your dazed look.

"Want to feel more?" she whispered, lowering herself so her body pressed against yours, the heat of her chest spilling over your own. Your nipples brushed, hers so much fuller and sensitive, the contrast making your head spin.

You moaned softly as her thigh slotted between yours, grinding slow, patient circles into your cunt. The slick heat between your legs had already started to build, and you were desperate for more—more of her, more skin, more pressure.

Aglaea’s fingers slid down, guiding your legs open with gentle insistence. She settled herself between them, her soaked pussy dragging against yours as she began to move—slow and fluid at first, her lips catching yours in a breathless kiss.

Your thighs trembled as your clits aligned, the friction driving sharp, needy shocks through your core. She moved with purpose, her hips rolling as her breasts swayed with the motion, occasionally brushing against your chest just to make you gasp.

"You feel that, baby?" she moaned, voice thick. "That pretty little pussy rubbing mine raw?"

You whimpered, nodding, completely overwhelmed by the way her body moved against yours—so confident, so in control, her slick mixing with yours, dripping down your thighs as she rutted harder. The wet sounds grew louder, and you found your fingers digging into her back, clinging to her as your orgasm built fast.

"That’s it," she growled, breath hot against your neck, her hand grabbing one of yours and guiding it to her tits, making you squeeze. "Come on, use me—let me fuck you until you cum, sweet girl."

Your hips bucked, desperate for more pressure, and she gave it to you—grinding deeper, faster, clits swollen and soaked, your pussy trembling against hers. When your orgasm finally hit, you cried out, voice breaking, eyes rolling back as your whole body tensed and quaked beneath her.

Aglaea came just after, hips jerking as she gasped against your ear, grinding out her high against your slick folds. The heat, the pressure, the closeness—it all blurred into one dizzy, aching climax.

She collapsed on top of you after, breathing hard, her breasts pillowing against your chest.

"Still think small boobs aren't sexy?" you whispered, teasing.

She grinned, breathless. "You make me cum like that again, and I’ll worship yours every night."

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[xichilie]

i have a request, it would be funny if like phainon or something caught mydei and his secret friend or cuddling or anything that’s innocent but clearly intimate and romantic and when he tries to tell the others they try to ask mydei and his friend but they deny and don’t ever get caught and so everyone ends up just accidentally making phainon think he made it up or was hallucinating

This would actually be hilarious, it kinda gives Phineas and Pherp with their sister vibes. XD

Mydei x (fem)reader x (phainon)

Phainon’s Spiraling Descent into Madness (Probably)

Phainon hadn’t planned on witnessing something so earth-shattering today. He was simply out running errands, minding his own business, when he turned a corner and saw them.

Y/N and Mydei.

Cuddling.

Phainon stopped dead in his tracks.

He blinked.

No. That can’t be right.

But there they were. Y/N, leaning comfortably against Mydei, his arm loosely wrapped around her, their body language exuding a level of closeness he never thought possible.

Mydei. The same Mydei who acted like human interaction was an inconvenience. Who could incinerate someone with a glare. Who barely tolerated anyone.

And yet, here he was. Looking comfortable.

With Y/N.

Phainon had to clutch his forehead. Am I dreaming? Did I die? Am I dead?

He took one slow step back, then another, before turning on his heel and walking away. This needed to be reported immediately.

Phainon burst into the room where the other Chrysos heirs were gathered, his chest heaving as he pointed a dramatic, shaking finger toward the air.

“You guys. You will not believe what I just saw.”

The others looked up from their activities, blinking at him.

Aglaea, ever the composed one, set down her book. “You look… disturbed. What happened?”

Tribbie fluttered her wings excitedly. “Ooh! Did you find treasure?”

“Or did you get in trouble again?” Castorice asked, sipping her tea with that eerie calmness she always had.

Phainon shook his head. “Worse.”

The group collectively leaned in.

“I saw—” He took a deep breath, still not fully believing it himself. “I saw Mydei and Y/N cuddling.”

Silence.

Then—

“WHAT?!”

The room erupted.

“Wait, wait, wait—” Tribbie practically teleported over, grabbing his sleeve. “You’re telling me that Mydei? Our Mydei? Was cuddling?!”

“I—YES!” Phainon threw his hands up. “I saw it with my own eyes! They were all cozy, like—like a couple! Or something!”

Aglaea looked genuinely intrigued. “That… does not seem like Mydei at all.”

Castorice, despite being the calmest of the group, actually set her tea down. “Describe everything. Exactly what you saw.”

Phainon dramatically recounted the scene—how Y/N had been leaning against Mydei, how he had his arm around her, how neither of them looked even remotely annoyed about it.

By the time he was finished, everyone looked equally as shocked.

“I mean…” Tribbie tapped her chin. “Y/N is always hanging around him, but like—cuddling?”

“Mydei must be dying inside,” Castorice muttered, crossing her arms. “Or possessed.”

“That’s what I thought!” Phainon exclaimed. “I swear, I thought I was hallucinating!”

Aglaea narrowed her eyes. “There’s only one way to know for sure.”

Phainon straightened. “Which is?”

“We ask them.”

A few hours later, the Chrysos heirs confronted Mydei and Y/N.

Mydei stood there, arms crossed, face set in stone. Y/N blinked at them in genuine confusion as the group surrounded them like investigators about to crack a case.

“Alright,” Aglaea started, stepping forward. “We have one very important question for you two.”

Mydei’s expression was already annoyed. “What?”

Y/N tilted her head. “Did something happen?”

Phainon squinted at them suspiciously before taking a deep breath. “Were. You. Cuddling.”

A beat of silence.

Then, Mydei scoffed. “What?”

Y/N blinked. “Cuddling? Us?”

“Yes, you!” Phainon nearly threw his arms in the air. “I saw you two together! Mydei had his arm around you! You were leaning against him! You looked comfortable!”

Y/N laughed. “Are you serious?”

Phainon froze.

The way she said it—like he had just said something completely unbelievable.

Even Mydei’s expression didn’t shift. He simply gave an unimpressed look and deadpanned, “You’re hallucinating.”

Phainon’s eye twitched. “I AM NOT.”

Mydei shrugged. “We weren’t cuddling.”

Y/N tilted her head at Phainon, her expression genuinely puzzled. “Phainon, are you feeling okay? Maybe you saw something else?”

The Chrysos heirs looked between them—they seemed so genuine in their confusion.

“Wait…” Aglaea crossed her arms, thinking. “Phainon seemed pretty convinced. If it wasn’t cuddling, what was it?”

“Probably the sun frying his last brain cell,” Mydei muttered.

“HEY!” Phainon glared at him.

Y/N simply shook her head, still looking puzzled. “I don’t remember anything like that happening.”

Phainon’s entire reality started to shake.

No. No, no, no, I saw it. I know I did.

“You’re messing with me,” he said slowly.

Mydei raised an eyebrow. “I think you’re messing with yourself.”

Was he?

The others still seemed genuinely curious, looking back and forth between them. But Mydei and Y/N? Completely unbothered.

Phainon gritted his teeth. “I. Saw. You.”

Y/N just looked at him sympathetically. “Maybe you need some rest?”

Rest.

REST?!

Aglaea placed a hand on Phainon’s shoulder. “Phainon, maybe… you really did imagine it?”

“Yeah,” Castorice added, though she still looked skeptical. “I mean, Mydei cuddling?”

Phainon was spiraling.

“NO. NO, I AM NOT IMAGINING THIS!” He pointed at them. “YOU’RE GASLIGHTING ME!”

Mydei tilted his head, utterly unbothered. “Are we?”

OH TITAN HE IS.

Y/N just smiled. “You really might’ve misinterpreted something.”

Tribbie tilted her head. “Then what exactly did Phainon see?”

“Who knows?” Mydei replied smoothly. “Whatever it was, it wasn’t cuddling.”

Phainon clutched his head. Was he losing his mind?

Did I actually imagine it?

The more they denied it, the more he started to doubt himself.

Aglaea gave him a sympathetic look. “Maybe it was just a weird angle?”

Phainon felt his soul leave his body.

The more time passed, the more he started believing them.

Had he really… imagined it?

Was this the end of his sanity?

Was this how he died?

Maybe he had hallucinated it.

Maybe.

Maybe…

No.

No, he couldn’t have.

But as he looked at Mydei’s stone-faced, unwavering expression, and Y/N’s gentle, innocent confusion, he realized—

They had won.

And the worst part?

He couldn’t even prove them wrong.

Phainon wasn’t crazy.

At least, he was pretty sure he wasn’t.

But over the past few weeks, things had started to feel off.

It started small. Little things.

One day, he had walked into the training grounds and spotted Mydei and Y/N standing too close, whispering.

Their heads were tilted toward each other, Mydei’s usually-annoyed expression softer than Phainon had ever seen.

Then, just as quickly as he had noticed it—Mydei pulled back, and Y/N turned away.

By the time Phainon took a second look, they were standing normally, talking like nothing was strange.

Weird.

Then, it happened again.

He swore he saw Mydei tuck a stray strand of Y/N’s hair behind her ear. But when he blinked—Mydei was already gone, walking away as if he had never been there.

Weirder.

And then—

Phainon had just been passing by Y/N’s home when he glanced through the open window.

And there they were.

Mydei had an arm draped over Y/N’s shoulders, her head resting comfortably against his chest. The two of them looked relaxed, peaceful, completely at ease.

Phainon’s mouth dropped open. “Aha! I knew it!”

He blinked.

And suddenly—they weren’t cuddling anymore.

Now, Y/N was sitting at a completely normal distance from Mydei, casually reading a book. Mydei sat beside her, looking as bored as ever, arms firmly crossed.

Phainon’s jaw hung open. “…What.”

Had he just—imagined that?

He knew what he saw. But now, it was like the moment had never happened.

It didn’t make any sense.

And then, over the next few days—it kept happening.

One moment, Mydei and Y/N would be too close. Their hands nearly touching, their voices lower than usual, their gazes lingering.

And the next?

They were standing apart like two completely normal people.

It was starting to drive him insane.

At one point, he actually went to the other Chrysos heirs and begged them to believe him.

“I swear I saw them cuddling on the couch!” he insisted. “I saw Mydei holding her! With my own eyes!”

Aglaea arched a brow. “Are you certain?”

“YES.”

Tribbie tilted her head. “Did you blink?”

“What?”

“Maybe you blinked and imagined it.”

“I did not imagine it!”

But the others just looked at him like he was the crazy one.

Even Castorice, who rarely spoke, gave him a blank look. “Perhaps,” she mused, “you should rest.”

Phainon felt his soul leave his body.

This was Mydei’s fault.

Somehow, some way, Mydei was doing this on purpose.

And he was going to prove it.

Even if it was the last thing he did.

[yurinaa-world]

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

💫𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Phainon x Gender-Neutral reader

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

💫𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff, & Spelling Mistakes

💫𝒫𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓃𝑜𝓃 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑜 𝑜𝒻 𝒜𝓂𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓊𝓈"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[poovyn]

TEK IT ⎯ mydei x gn!reader [1.1k] fluff. mild hurt/comfort. allusions to canon-typical violence. you owned a quaint little book stall in okhema’s bustling markets before it was destroyed by nikador’s troops, mydei (against his own will) has grown fond of your store and does what he can to assist you.

The sight was clearer than a cloudless sky, torn books strewn against cracked debris and tarnished pieces of wood. You had paced yourself slowly as you walked through the remnants of the stall that you have been culminating scroll after scroll for, all gone in one fell swoop. 

Only a few books had managed to be saved from the rampage, a whopping amount of thirteen scriptures spared from Nikador’s rage. You had decided to keep them in a locked box until further notice, you wouldn’t want him to take what little you have left away from you too. 

What you didn’t notice was Mydei’s subtle observation from afar, he watched with careful eyes when you beheld your shattered business with a silent horror. It was useless to ponder on the could-haves and what-ifs, this was the fruit of strife after all, and there was no undoing what was done. The most he could do now was consult Tribbie on the matter to see what she could do to mend some of the damages, but even from there, he could tell it was almost unsalvageable. 

He could still remember his first memory of it clearly. On a burning summers day, post-spar with Phainon, he never wholeheartedly enjoyed the brief strolls throughout the market. Being the Crown Prince of Kremnos with another Chyrsos Heir certainly met that they attracted a lot of stares, many people approached them, and asked for something of a memento of their interactions. 

Not to say that he was ungrateful for the attention and worship, but it definitely wasn’t something easy for Mydei to grow used to, from Kremnos to Okhema. He clasped Phainon’s shoulder in his hand and dragged him to the quietest store in the entire lane, upheld by shelves and standees that were rife with books. 

Your bewildered expression, however, was what he remembered the most from that day. 

Phainon being naturally upbeat carried most of the interaction, he never had the time to read much in particular, and neither did Mydei, so he expressed how helpful for the both of them your selections were for expanding their horizons on literature. All while you stared and nodded with the meekest smile on your face, it was clear to him that you were trying your best to keep your composure. Albeit rather poorly, at that. 

“Hmm, I’m just a little stumped. What kind of book do you think I’ll enjoy?” Phainon hummed, he picked up the nearest tome on the shelf in front of him. You perked up at his question, grabbing a book from another stand before blowing the dust off of it. 

“Ah, I heard that you have an appreciation for history, sir. I do have a handful of books that explain the workings and past of certain machines, cultural practices, cuisine, so on and so forth, specific to the city of Okhema. That is, if you would like to familiarize yourself with the culture here?” The book that you had earnestly displayed to them was a notable title: ‘Fire to Furnace: The Blazing Path of Okhema’s Craftsmanship’. 

“Ooh, this does look promising! I’ll pay you a hundred Balance Coins.” Despite the way your jaw dropped in utter shock, it did not stop Phainon from digging into his pouch for the money. Your protests fell on deaf ears as he poured the gold into your shaking palms, all you did at that point was thank him profusely. However, he was far from done. “How about a read for Mydeimos here? He has pretty refined tastes, so I’m sure that he’ll thoroughly enjoy your recommendations.” 

“Do not frame me in such a light,” Mydei grumbled before he turned to you, his voice softening apologetically. “You do not need to do such a thing, he means it in jest. Isn’t that right, Phainon?” 

Phainon could not help but crack a smile at his own antics, he raised his hands placatingly, after all he did not wish to stain the many papers at your stall with blood. 

You laughed awkwardly, fidgeting with the frayed corners of an aged book. However, you quickly caught yourself and straightened your posture. “Ah… If that is what you wish, then I won’t say a peep. Although, you are free to browse for a while to see if anything may interest you, sir.” 

Mydei simply nodded, he pulled Phainon away by his ear before he could say more utterly embarrassing things to you. 

He supposed it was intrigue that brought him back to your stall, only a small time before it closed. You appeared to stay out a little later than the other booths at the market, and while there were some that were likely still accepting customers, he was not there for them. 

The dim lamps scattered about each nook and ledge casted a peaceful, golden glow against the curves and edges of your face. You were dusting your collection, until you startled by Mydei’s sudden appearance at the front display. Quite honestly, it definitely seemed like you weren’t actually anticipating his return. A fair assumption, Mydei was unaware that he would come to visit again so soon too. 

His perusing had only lasted a few minutes, however. While he did see some interesting titles, he still wanted to spend his gold wisely. After all, his business tended to keep him away from idle and mundane tasks such as reading. 

He had taken notice of the book in your hand once you had completed brushing the dust off of the shelves, Okheman Flower Language and History, he noted to himself. 

What you certainly didn’t expect, however, was for him to purchase the book off of you. To the mere observer, Mydei looked like the type to enjoy action books. The Crown Prince of a land that was so obsessed with war and strife would want to read a book about… Flowers? Even the idea seemed a bit absurd to you, but a break from the combat, to stop and smell the flowers, was what he wanted and you didn’t want to oppose him on that. 

The warmth of that day, your meek smile and small suggestions, it all faded away with the disheveled state of your stall now. You stood at the front of it, holding back tears in consideration of the many other vendors present in the market at the moment. The sensation of cold metal caused you to jolt, but you relaxed at the sight of Mydei just behind you, “Your business will be avenged. Nikador’s coreflame will be seized soon.” 

You lightly squeezed his hand and looked up at him, his face was steeled over with determination. As to why Mydei seemed so concerned over your book store came second to you of the moment, at the very least, he was offering you a shoulder to lie on and justice for the attack. 

There was no telling what the future could be, it took many years to amass a collection as large as it was. Being that it was all just pieces of scrap paper and leather now was disheartening, but you wanted to take Mydei’s word for it.  

As false as that hope may be. 

honestly the mydei brainworms are kind of eating away at me. i've always wanted to write hsr x readers so there may or may not be more coming in the future if i have the time to write them...