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YOU DO WUWA???

Omg plsplspls can we have angst with brant

Like anything angsty W him I need him to cry for once..

𐙚 brant 𐙚

𐙚 "i will miss you" 𐙚

angst no comfort, fem reader (princess), gn if squint hard enough.

i am BACK |˶˙ᵕ˙ )ﾉﾞafter YEARS! so so sorry for the wait, got busy and just not motivated to do anything

i dont really like this one tbh i might remake it in the future after i clear out my inbox and draft huhu

you waited on your balcony, the crescent moon hanged up the clear dark blue sky illuminated you whole. you were waiting for someone, waiting for him. a particularly strong gush of wind passed by you, making you shiver. "where is he.." you murmured under your breath. suddenly you heard a loud laugh, a triumphant one, a lovingly, familiar one. as if on instinct, you turned your head up to see the silhouette of the very man you were waiting for, brant. "sorry princess, lario was a bit too hungry today after our performance" the pirate landed skillfully next to you. he retracted his rope before looking at you with adoration in his eyes. you of course, were oblivious to his actual feelings for you.

both of you were the bestest of friends since childhood, up till now though the bond frayed as he was exiled to the pilgrim's sail. he however, managed to crawl his way out the pit of of hells and stand next to you once again, but as nothing more than an exiled fool.

"expected that" you hummed to yourself, turning your gaze to the vast sea infront. lario had always been a gluttonous one, and brant would always be the one insisting on feeding it.  both of you stood next to each other in comfortable silence, listening to the sea breeze hum into your ears. brant's eyes were not looking at the same direction as yours. he was looking at your side profile, one he deemed as perfection. scratch that, the wholeness of you were perfect to him.

you did not notice his gaze, simply too bewitched by the waves under the moonlight. his hand found its way to the butt of his double-barelled shotgun, fingers curled as if there were an invisible tension. there were hundreds and thousands of things he wanted to tell you. like how you consume his each and every waking moment, he could not do anything without it reminding him of you. but those words were never meant for a pirate's mouth. he glanced at you again, eyes caught on the blue ribbons in your hair. those very ribbons came from the same cut of ribbons you used to tie his wrists with when you were roleplaying as princesses and pirates. he had never let go of said ribbon even as he was dragged off in chains.

"soooo..." he could not bear the silence any longer, the need to hear your voice bubbled up in him. "haven't seen you in awhile. would be nice to get a life update." he leaned against the marbled railings, flashing a genuine smile at you.  you turned to him, hair whipping against your face like a soft caress. "i have been visiting the montellis far more often for the past few days..." you recount back what you had been doing during his absence. you continued chirping away about your week to him which he wholeheartedly hear and paid attention to. until, "oh and!" you beamed to him, looking like you were bearing good news to him. well to you, it was good news, to him...?

"i am set to marry <redacted>"

he could feel his heart drop, like it was ripped away from his ribs and thrown to the ground. felt like a mountain came down crushing on him. it did not simply ache, it flayed him inside out mercilessly. "oh.. oh hahaha! congratulations.." he awkwardly scratched the itch on the back of his neck. marriage? with someone else? it was not like he ever expected to get married to you anyways... who was he again? right, a pirate, an exile. and who were you? someone of nobility by blood. it would have been selfish of him to want to taint your already pure, untainted lineage flowing in you would it not?

you noticed that he got tense, a gentle nudge his shoulder to get his attention. "are you okay? it's rare having you spaced out" a look of genuine worry were on your beautiful face. he could not bring himself to look at your face at this state, not without shedding the tears that started to well in his eyes. "ah, no. was just thinking about offering you a specially-made performance for you on your wedding!" a lie he made up on spot, he managed to pull up the edges of his lips for a grin. "Maybe a sea shanty, if your guests could stomach that"  you blinked, before letting out a laugh at his suggestion. that nearly killed him on the spot. that very laugh of yours used to be his reward after his every reckless plans and half-sunken voyage. now it was simply just a sound to him, soon to be some other man's reward. "that is sweet of you, it would be appreciated, really! once in a while those people need to open up to some new things, no?" she giggled to herself, the thought of having him perform something different amused her. "i'd really like to have you on my wedding day" your voice got gentler, much more than it needed to be. his grin faltered for a moment, hoping you did not notice. "then princess, i'll make sure it will be unforgettable" he looked out to the sea. he was afraid that if he were to look into your eyes and see the kindness in them, he would break down onto your feet.

though despite the threats coming from his own eyes, he forced himself to meet your gaze, he tried to face you. for this might be the last time he could look at you like this, without a title between you, without the distance carve by the cruel whims of fate.  "... i wish for nothing but the best for you and your husband to be,, [name]" for once, he did not use any of the flowery nickname he had crafted just for you. he did not dare to, he refused to be even more attached to you now that you were someone else's. calling you as such would only hinder him from trying to sever the roots of devotion he had towards you. "oh well, time to... head back to our elysium! given that your ceremony will be in a few month, i need time to prep for the most earth-shattering performance all of rinascita had ever seen!" he announce with his all too familiar theathrical flair, arms up in the air. deep inside he was already weeping. he coughed up dramatically. “and so, au revoir, [name]. you shall see me again on your big day!”

you tilted your head, he had always been an odd one. thinking it was nothing you turned your back from the balcony and walked into the warmth of your room, the giant glass door closing softly behind you. unknowingly to you, was that on the other side of the wall, he had crumpled to the floor as his knees had long given up. he sobbed in silence, alone. cold tears came streaming down his cheeks like a rivulet. he held onto his tricone, holding it closely to his chest imagining that was your fading presence. and just like that, he let go of you.

redacted is like a placeholder, you all can just choose whatever name you want ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

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yan! phainon

mentions of death, blood, kinda gorey if you squint? fem reader.

written on phone in one sitting, not proof-read at all, it's like 4 am here ahhh (¬_¬")

flame reaver is another version of phainon. he'd kill, rip and tear anything and everyone if it meant getting things laid out his way. of course, those dear to you were no exception.

you were just an ordinary trinket shop owner that had unfortunately caught the attention of the nameless hero from aedes elysiae, phainon. there was nothing that stood out from you in the eyes of other, except for the fact that you didn't treat him like how the other okhemans do. you didn't shower him in beautifully articulated poetry, didn't bathe him in your undivided unwavering attention, didn't look at him in reverance.

instead you treated him like how you treat your regular customers. with that gentle, welcoming smile of yours that beckoned people into coming into your humble little shop. that was how he initially came to caught the interest in you.

it frustrated him, the way that you refused to let your icy walls melt to him, to his constant pestering to get to know you better. no matter how many times he returned, hearing the soft chimes of the bell on your front door, you never faltered. polite, kind, and careful you were. always finding a way to spin the conversation, keeping him at arm-length. as expected from a shopkeeper, he mused.

he was the nameless hero, a chrysos heir, adored and loved by the locals. how could he failed each and every single attempt to worm his way into your life?

he didn't notice it at first.

his fascination towards you were initially just a curiosity, a supposedly passing interest. but somewhere along the way, this whole "interested in you" thing curdled into something darker, something obsessive.

at times, he caught himself wondering whether would you like the small gems he had collected from the titankins he had slained? would you finally look at him with adoration that he craved. but he knew you would never look at him in such a way, it was all but a distant dream.

but then again, he IS phainon.

something inside him snappedーlimit reached. the want for you to look at him the same way as he did to you turned into a need. the need turned into hunger. and at that moment, he was more that determined to make you see that you belonged in his arms.

the psychological shift from mere interest to pure mania was controlled, but still deeply unsettling.

he waited, as much as he wanted to just pounce on you and carve his name on you, he couldn't yetーhe abide by his time. he was a patient man after all, eventhough the obsession he had on you were slowly corroding his mind.

then, a golden opportunity came by, one he didn't let slip.

a boy from a neighbouring city, who was also one of your regular customer confessed to you. beneath the huge oak tree just by the edge of the okhema borders.

how dare he, putting his princess in such danger? the boy looked like a frail guy too, he couldn't possibly protect you from the titans no?

oh and phainon were correct. vicious puppets of the titan emerged, their limbs creaked by each movements.

the boy shielded you, his knees were trembling, but he tried to man up. that much phainon could respect. but still, the boy was nowhere as strong as he is.

"pathetic." cerulean eyes scanned the scene that was unfolding. you had a worried look, you kept on telling the boy to flee but he wouldn't, he refused to. phainon chuckled, a low and dark one.

because that boy would be meeting his end, whether by phainon's blade or being torn apart by the titankins.

he saw that the boy couldn't do shit, he swung his sword with little to no expertise at all. phainon couldn't stand this folly anymore, he stepped up.

unrivalled, unequalled, unparalleled.

phainon cut through the titankins with practiced ease, his sword made clean cuts of the stone-hard surface of the mobs. each strike was effortlessーhis battle prowess was at full display, he was showing off. the boy stammered when phainon rounded up, before a look of adoration painted the boy's face.

phainon barely spared him a glance, he didn't care. his eyes immediately flickered to you.

but instead of seeing a look of gratitude and thankfulness,

he saw terror in your eyes.

you had seen through him. you could read how was not just simply tearing through the puppets just because he was a chrysos heir and that was his duty and obligation. it was because you were there, you were watching him.

upon seeing the look on your face, a slow smirk tugged at phainon's lips.

the fear in your eyes should've made him hesitate, made him rethink his actions but it didn'tーinstead, it thrilled him.

phainon exhaled, making his way towards the awestruck boy.

"useless filth, you shouldn't even breath the same air as her."

with you still watching him, he drove his sword into the boy's head, cracking the skull open with a sickening crunch. your eyes widened in fear, you fell to your kneesーfear-struck, you could no longer feel your legs.

however, that wasn't enough, nowhere near to it. phainon's pent up frustration boiled over. another swift swing, precise, the cold steel carved through flesh and bones, splitting the boy open. the abdomen, now a gaping wound. viscera spilled forth, all glistening under the twilight sky. you could see how the still-warm bloodied organs fell out of it's cavities in a bunch of grotesque loops.

it pooled just right by phainon's feet.

phainon exhaled yet again, unimpressed, unbothered.

almost enthusiastically right after, his gaze searched for yoursーbe it in disgust, terror, or somehow, awe, he would take it. as long as it was directed to him, he would relish in it. because it was your attention that he wanted at the end of it all.

blood, guts, innardsーyou name it, it was there, splattered across the marred ground. heavy footsteps pressed against the sticky, wet patches of grass could be heard, making it's way to you in slow, deliberate steps.

you couldn't move, couldn't breathe. a dead body was just right infront of you before phainon loomed over you, making you feel scrutinised, trapped.

he was drenched in bloodーsoaked in brutality. blood streamed and smeared on his face, sword, hand, and his usually pristine snowy hair. and yet...

he looked eerily composed, as if he didn't just murder someone in cold blood.

as if this was inevitable. it was.

as if this had always meant for it to come like this. it had.

"shh, my love, there's no need to say anything. you're safe with me, you're safe being mine." and with that, he wrapped you in his embraced, one that was suffocating.

one knee sinked into the blood-soaked earth, his hand reached for your trembling ones, further smearing the blood on you. the other hand cupped your cheek, as if the same hand didn't just took a life away.

"don't be afraid, i won't hurt you." you couldn't tell whether that was true or not. nothing made sense anymore. he lifted your hand, he pressed your palm on his cheek, branding himself with your warmth.

"finally, no one will be in my way anymore." you swore you could see heart pupils forming in his eyes. the playful glint his eyes bore were no longer there. despite the lopsided grin he had on his face, his eyes told another story

he closed his eyes, feeling your trembling and unwilling hand on his cheek.

"p-phainon.." you squeaked out.

"shh, my love, there's no need to say anything. you're safe with me, you're safe being mine." and with that, he wrapped you in his embraced, one that was suffocatingーone that left no room for protest.

your hand gripped and twitched onto the bloodied fabric of his cloak, your mind was telling you to push him away, but you knew better. he wouldn't let you go no matter what. you had seen what he would, and could do just to have you in his arms, and aeons forbid he do something even more terrifying than that.

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can you do a mydei version of your last phainon fic? hope you have a great day 🥹🤍

𐙚 mydeimos 𐙚 phainon's here!

𐙚 "not good enough for you... (˃̣̣̥ᯅ˂̣̣̥)" 𐙚

suggestive, fluff, comfort, mydei is your husband, fem reader.

thankies nonnies ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) !! i'm glad people like the phainon one enough to ask for a mydei version! i hope this fulfills it, yay!

the bathhouse was as lively as ever, steam curled around both [name] and mydei as they sat together in the warm water of their private bath. golden light poured through the arched marble windows, enveloping them in okhema's eternal radiance. your fingers lingered on the knots of your silk robe, adjusting the delicate piece of clothing clung on your form. absentmindedly, your gaze trailed off towards your husbandーmydeimos, who was, for once, allowing himself a moment of peace on the other edge of the bath. his usually taut muscles were uncharacteristically relaxed as it gleamed under the droplets of water. he looked... absolutely serene.

 "... you're unusually quiet." he started. it wasn't like him to start a conversation, much more to ask a question. he much preferred to hear you talk about your day rather than speaking his own but you were sitting away, tense, a bit too tense. you jolted, his voice cut through your haze of thought. "ah? really? i'm just a little tired today." you tilted your head, flashing him a strained smile that was more than obvious, screamed forced. that was made up on spot because you didn't realise that you let your emotions got a hold of your facial expression.

unfortunately, mydei was way too good at reading people. he was no fool after all. his eyebrows furrowed down, a frown tugged at his lips at your half-baked excuse. he had seen you tired before, even during your worse days when task rained down on you. but the face that you would wear was nothing like thisーthis was nothing out of fatigue. his gaze lingered, assessing you as if he was slowly dissecting you. the weight of his attention was just a shy away to being unsettling. "do you really think i'd buy that excuse? you're hiding something from me." he wasn't the one to push, he knew the value of patience when it comes to you but then againㅡyou were burdened by something and refused to tell him. as a dutiful husband, how could he let his dear wife suffer in silence? 

he waited for you to answer him, giving you the chance and time to speak. unfortunately, the only response that he received was silence. only the sound of your wet garment shifting against your skin when you turned away from him could be heard. absolutely no words, no explanations came forth. he let out a slow and measured sighed. he had expected this, of course. but the blatant refusal gnawed at him more than he'd like to admit.

with that, he stood up, the water rippled beneath him as he moved. droplets slid down the hard planes of his form. he made his way towards where you were sitting, and sat next to you. he was close, so close you could feel the warmth his body was radiating seeped into your being. something that brought you comfort. when he spoke again, his voice was soft and steady, almost akin to a whisper. "if you refuse to talk about it now, it's fine by me." he murmured close to your ear. "i'll wait until you're ready." he was letting you know that no matter how much you tried to hide it, he would be there to listen to it. and the fact that he was wearing a face closely to a plead, you couldn't resist him any longer.

when you finally confessed, the reaction you received was nothing like you had expected. mydei just stared at you, dumbfounded. his usually sharp and impassive look shatteredーreplaced by something almost comical. it was the first time he wore such an expression, he looked utterly.. lost.

"you.. you think your chest isn't big enough for me?" he repeated your words, genuinely not believing what he had heard.

you nodded, internally cursing yourself for the confession as heat started to curl up from your neck to your ears. you felt like sinking into the waters, mayhaps it would grant you the mercy of swallowing you whole and saving you from this embarrassment.

for a moment, he said nothing. he looked at you as if you had grown a tail or something. but then a chuckle spilled from his lips. "you truly believe that?" his voice was slow, in disbelief. "that i'd give a damn about something so trivial?" it came out as borderline mean. but you knew well he didn't mean it like that. you swallowed the thick lump in your throat, feeling exposed under his gaze. you weren't quite sure what you expected from him. laughter? sharp remarks? maybe but he simply looked at you, trying to understand why such thought crossed your mind in the first place.

with practiced ease, he pulled your smaller form onto his lap, you could feel his bare, wet chest against your back. his hands, calloused from countless battles yet always so tender and careful with you came to rest on your waist, holding you closer. "i look at you with devotion, my love. your body, your form, is all a bonus to meーit's you that i cherish." his tone was firm, rasped against your ear making sure you heard everything. then, he palmed your breast with measured control, kneading it with gentleness that belied his actual strength. "size matters not to me, what matters the most is that you are mine, as my wife, here with me." your breath hitched when he slowly increased the intensity of his sensual touch, determined to make you see that his words were an unshakeable truth. 

there were no flowery words to convince you unlike a certain somebody...

he never needed them, as action speaks louder than words when it came to him.

"you don't seem to be satisfied enough with my response." he tugged on your clothed nipple, making you mewl. "then allow me to indulge in what your body could offer to me. let me show you just how much i love you wholly." your breath shuddered at the intimacy, it wasn't like you guys had never had something even more intimate than this, but this time around it felt different to you. because he demanded you to feel his words, rather than simply hearing it.

you shuddered, fingers twitched against his forearm before gripping him. mydei, always the composed and controlled man, always measuring his actions before acting on it. you could feel how he was restraining himself from the way his muscles tensed. "doubting yet you enjoy when i do this. i don't think you'd stay so willingly if you were truly still dissatisfied." another teasing tug, he rolled your sensitive peak in between his thumb and forefinger. a deep hum rumbled in his chest, pleased by your reaction when he heard you babbling out incoherent whines. always so reactive under his touch. his lips brushed the top of your head, he gave small fleeting kisses to the damp hair. 

action speaks louder than words, echoed in your mind. 

"there's nothing left to be said." you could feel his wet palm against your breast, making direct contact to it. your silk robe had long been undone by him, the excess fabric floated around the both of you. the sensation of the warm water, combined with the warmth of his touch is making you dizzy. you called out to his name, and he replied with a short, gruff hum. 

at this point, not even his duty as a chrysos heir could peel him away from you. he was more than determined to display his unwavering love for you. coreflame, consequences, all can be damned, let them burn. today, he wanted nothing more than to bask in your presence, to show and remind you that his heart belonged to you, just as yours were to him.

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yan! flame reaver

gn reader.

i was talking to my friend about how cool flame reaver is and she was like hey so do you think flame reaver would be a yandere and my antenna goes boinggg...

(written on my phone because i am way too lazy to sit up and open my laptop. so the layout isn't as my usual one :c)

flame reaver is 100% a yandere if we're talking about 3.1 flamere wink wink. he wasn't really a yandere at first, obsessive, yes but not too possessive. but after losing you in every single time line he's in, he had grown to be way too attached. too scared to let you go because everytime he laid his eyes somewhere else, you perish.

phainon's shouting was nothing but a distant noise as flame reaver whisked you away, his grip unyielding, all consuming. a look of terror painted phainon's face, the one he had on when he saw aedes elysiae reduced to nothing but smouldering ashes by the hands of the nameless swordsman. but this time however, it was even more terrifying to the nameless hero.

because he saw it.

the look on your face.

the way your breath hitched.

the way something unspoken flickered in your eyes when you met flame reaver's scorching gaze. it was nothing sort of fear, it was awe.

and he is watching you slip away from his grasp.

to flame reaver, nothing mattered to him except for having you in his arms again. even it means having to steal you away from every single phainon there areーeven from fate itself. he would carve through every single time line amphoreus got to offer, steal you from every version of the nameless hero that staked their claim on you. defying destiny had always been his forte, and for you, he would rewrite fate with blood and flame if needed be.

because you were his, always had been that way.

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Hi!! Would you be willing to write a scene with Brant with a shy, cat hybrid reader where brant pulls them to his lap and gently teases them?

I loved all your writings so far <33

𐙚 brant 𐙚

𐙚 brant loves his kitty kitty,, 𐙚

fluff, fluff, fluff, cat demi-human reader, gn reader.

thanks for the req nonnie <3 ! is it just me or are we lacking in brant fics? maybe i am not looking for it well enough but still, huhu! sorry it took soooo long, i was kinda busy (╥﹏╥)

fool's elysium was lively, filled with a cacophony of laughter and song. the troupe had just finished yet another successful performance at the town square of ragunna. the hustle and bustle of life offered a sweet distraction to the fools from their initial vexation of being casted away by the order, by the higher society. a place where fools, heretics, were not just toleratedーbut also celebrated.

brant exhaled, a contented smile played on his lips. his usual theatrical mask slipped away as he settled down beside his favourite person, [name]. they had been together since their first exile, small fingers intertwined tightly braving through the unforgiving tides and storms abroad the pilgrim sail. 

"you've been staring at me for awhile." your cat ears twitched. you had never been fond of lingering eyes on you, much rather staying by the side lines than being under the spotlight. unlike brant, who'd willingly jump into the middle of a spectacle to feel the whole world's gaze weight down upon him. 

"hmm, nothing much. just appreciating ya" he drawled, a look of adoration was in his eyes. no words could describe how much he loved and cherished the one that had stood by his side through thick and thin. you pouted, your fluffy cat tail swayed left and right lazily against the wooden plank of the dock. you're still not used to his flirtation, even after years together.

another sigh spilled from his lipsーsoft and dreamy. he had always loved seeing you all flustered due to his makings. "now, you're being way to cute for your own good y'know?" he nudged your side, making you huff out as a form of protest. he was no longer able to restrain himself so gently, he pulled you into his lap with effortless ease. all those years of fending his troupe from tacet discords lingering around penitent's end had turned him into quite the strong one. 

you could feel how fast your cheeks heated up, dusted in pink-colored freckles. words died on your lips, thoughts tangled and frozen lost in the overwhelming warmth of his embrace. 

your back was pressed firmly against his chest, the soft clinking of his accessories filled the otherwise quiet and intimate air. his strong, calloused hand kneaded the soft flesh of your waist, his chin rested on your clavicle. each slow, deliberate blow of his breath caressed the juncture between your neck and shoulderーa sensitive part of yours that is only known to him, only for him to exploit. 

"b-brant don't do that-!" a shaky mewl rolled off your tongue, breath hitched when he nipped onto the soft skin. oh how he loved gouging out your reactions to his affections, savouring each twitch and gasp from you. 

"who's a good kitty kitty~?" his voice was a low, teasing purr. if it were anyone else calling you like so you'd have their eyes skewered on your nails. but brant? brant knew you'd let it slide if it came from him, and he'd be damned he if didn't take full advantage of it. you didn't answer, of course, your ego wouldn't let you but it's not like he mind either way. 

your ears didn't go untouched, how could they? he couldn't just simply ignore how your ears flapped by each bated breath you took. he watched as they flicked at even the slightest movement he'd make. how could a man like him possibly resist?  “you're so unbelievably cute like this.” he hummed to himself. one hand lifted, ghosting his fingers over the soft fur before cupping one ear fully. the warmth that his palm offered sent a shiver down your spine, making you jolt ever so slightly in your seat.

“always so sensitive, you never make it easy for me, [name].” he hummed in pure amusement, laced with the satisfaction of discovering yet another weak spot.

and so, they spent their evening in each other's embrace. he had the look of a lovesick foolーbecause that was all he was. one hopelessly enamoured. in a distance, the faint echoes of the fool's troupe's merrymaking drifted through the air. but none of it mattered to him at the moment, not when he had you like this. 

"y'know, if i weren't already a fool, i'd still be one for you, willingly."

jumps around.. i finally got one done after being gone for awhile. so sorry ahhh!!!!!!!! i will get the other to work, ASAP!! i hope i did brant justice, he deserves all the love this world's got to offer (੭ ;´ - `;)੭ ♡

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he's making me feral good lordddd

on the other side though, my brain is already starting to cook up some fics based on these small snippets of lore 🫣🫣 mydei is such a cutie i need to gobble him alllll up _(´ཀ`」 ∠) _

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i haven't written anything for today's fic because, mydei but i WILL get to it after i finished crying LOL

oomf wanted to see me pull for mydei and laughed his ass off (even screenshot my fumbles) when i lost to bailu TWO DAMN TIMES WHILE TRYING TO PULL FOR E1 MYDEI 😭😭😭😭 300+ pulls and all i got was??? e0s1???? i wanted to top up my shards too but my friend was like girl DONT and he told me to finish all the events at the moment first 😭 im SO LIVIDDDDDD it would've BEEN SOOO MUCH BETTER IF IT WERE HIMEKO COPIES

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phainon x fem! reader who is insecure about her tit size pls <3

𐙚  phainon 𐙚 

𐙚 his sweetheart is insecure about the size of her milk jug <3 𐙚 

suggestive, fluff, comfort-ish, phainon is a tease again, fem reader.

thanks for the request anon (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) i hope this fulfilled your request. if it didn't feel free to send another in and i'll execute it in a different way!

"hey, what's gotten into you?" there stood the snowy-haired chrysos heirㅡphainon. you had a solemn look on your face, your fingers fidgeting in your lap as you sat there.

"it's.. nothing." as if your sorrow could go unseen by your dearest. his eyes are always on you, whether you noticed or not.

phainon tilted his head, clearly not convinced by that. he wasn't buying that, he wouldn't let you go with such an answer. slowly, he knelt before you. gently, his hands found yours, fingers intertwining with intimacy. "my love, the look on your face says otherwise." a look of genuine worry is etched on his face.

you bit your lower lip, looking away from his pleading eyes. he was always patient with you, so endlessly patient that he would stay like this for aeons if it means unravelling the plague in your mind.

"it's something stupid, really.." you tried to convince him that it was nothing. yes, he was your lover but some things were still too embarrassing to say aloud, like how you're insecure about the size of your breast. 

after a few solid minute of going back and forth, of his gentle coaxing, you finally caved in. "alright alright! it's really, really nothing! it's just that i.." you exhaled, placing your hand over your breast, slightly squeezing it to emphasise your words. "sometimes i feel like i'm not.. well-endowed enough for you. you're THE nameless hero, a chrysos heir, you deserve more than this." your head lowered, bangs falling and further obscured your eyes from his view. 

he didn't interject, didn't rush you, only waited, allowing you to finish voicing everything out. "something like aglaea's" you mumbled "scratch that, even that one bathhouse staff that is always around the hero's bathー she's better than me!" you laid your hearts out to him, eyes threatening to brim with tears.

you then heard a sigh from himー not an annoyed sigh, but in fact, of amusement. 

you looked up to him, seeing that all too familiar boyish grin on him, the one he usually wore when you manage to catch him off guard like this.

"really, my love?" he stated in disbelief. "you're so full of surprises." he shook his head. the bed dips in weight as he moved closer. his presence enveloped you whole, one hand pressed against the mattress right next to you, while the other cupped your cheek. your breath hitched at the sudden proximity, at the way he was so close to you. 

"should i demonstrate the depth of my love for every inch of your body, sweetheart?" he was impossibly close, you could feel his whispers grazed against the shell of your ear. 

the bed dipped once more, his knee settled in between your thighs. you felt as if there was an invisible string had bound your tongueー you couldn't speak, couldn't move away from his embrace.

his hand that were once on your cheek trailed down to the valley of your breast, feeling the soft cotton of you clothing that separated your skin from his. "these are in the way aren't they?" his questions were all left hanging in the air, unanswered. 

with that, he snuck his hand underneath your tunic, bunching the excess fabric up to his arm. his fingertips slowly, oh so gently, teasingly even, brushed over your bare skin. 

he kneaded the soft mound of your breast, chuckling upon hearing the soft whimpers from your lips. "yes, just like that..." he drawled out, making sure you could feel his breath against your neck to heighten your sensitivity. 

he knew your body well, way too well. he was nothing if not attentive. "don't you know how much i love doing this to you?" he emphasised his words with a slightly rough squeeze, making your whole body jolt. "you fit so perfectly in my palm." another chuckle spilled from his lip, you could feel goosebumps all over your body raised.

"you're stubborn alright." if it weren't for you dazed like this you would've hit him for that. "i know my words won't reach your pretty little head, so i'll just do this." he bunched the fabrics even more, you could feel the cold air against your exposed flesh. "there we go."

your brain short-circuit when he latched onto one of your breast, his tongue expertly suckling onto your sensitive nipple. choked gasp were all that you could produce from your lips. "i wouldn't even dream of doing anything like this with anyone else but you." there was a hint of what it seemed like possessiveness in his tone. he kept his hand on your waist, holding your seated form onto the bed. 

your eyes started to well up with tears, the way he could bring you to the edge of overstimulation just by his tongue is close to unfathomable. heat started to pool up in between your thighs, you tried to rub your thighs together, to feel that friction you needed before his hand grabbed onto one of them. "not down there today." he mumbled, you could feel his lips against your pebbled nipple. "today, i shall be giving these beauties the love they so crave." he points to her breast with his eyes.

phainon was determined to make you see that he loved you for who you are. to him, every part of you was perfectー even with the flaws and all. he practically worshipped your body, just as he did to the very ground you walked on.

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MDNI .ᐟ

𐙚 mydeimos & phainon 𐙚 

nsfw, afab, no pronouns were used, mydei is a softie, phainon is a meanie.

penetration, cunnilingus, teasing.

⋆˙⟡ — mydei

➤ intercourse is like a sacred ritual between lovers to him, something that shouldn't be rushed. so he isn't one for mindless roughness despite what most people think he'd do.

➤ he'd make sure you're comfortable in his lap, back against his chest as his fingers skillfully prep you down there. he's aware of his size, he wants it to go smooth sailing without hurting you that much.

➤ enjoys, enjoyssss the small little mewls that would spill from your lips just by coming undone on his fingers alone. he'd curl when it hits a certain depth, making your breath hitch. 

➤ when you're wet enough, he'd use your bodily fluid as a lube, coating his arousal with it before pressing the angry tip to your aching core.

➤ he'd go slow and sensual half-way through, making sure everything feels right and snug before hilting himself forward, drawing a sharp gasp from you. 

➤ his rhythm is just nice, a mixture of deep, steady and unrelenting thrusts. the room is filled with shared sounds of pleasure, a symphony that is considered a blessing to his ears. 

➤ "you're so good at taking me in" he would praise you. the way he split you so deliciously makes your eyes roll back, tongue lolling out. you chant out his name like a prayer, the only word you're capable of uttering out at the moment. 

➤ he loves this position. you, sitting in his lap, so close, body pressed against his, taking in his arousal deep in you while his fingers play around with your pebbled nipples. 

➤ his other hand would tilt your head to the side, enough for him to access your lips. his kisses are as deep and passionate as his thrusts, drinking in your moans.

➤ he loves the look on your face, drunk on his love, eyes all hazy and glazed. you in this state, all reserved just for him.

⋆˙⟡ — phainon

➤ ceo of teasing, master of edging, nuff said.

➤ oh poor little you, you've been crying for awhile now, begging him to just please untie the knot in you! but he'd just chuckle, his fingers stop it's relentless tease just when you're about to fold.

➤ "ah ah ah, no cumming yet, my love" he taunts you, making you whimper as a form of protest. he enjoys seeing your teary eyes, lips pouting. he knows damn well that your ego won't let you beg for release in the form of words. 

➤ he's a pussy eater. correct. 

➤ you can try your best to close your legs, still it won't budge. he has a vice-like grip on your thighs, making sure it remains open for him to feast upon the ambrosia dripping in between your legs. whatever phagousa blessed onto amphoreus isn't enough to quench his thirst like how your bodily fluids do. 

➤ he'd make you cry on his tongue for sure, especially when he feels how your velvet walls clench onto him. your back arched, no longer against the soft sheets of the bed. he loves how you squirm, shudder. 

➤ the way your fingers dig into his scalp, tugging onto his snowy hair, pushing and pulling his head away, just made him even more turned-on. 

➤ he's more of a bully than mydei is. his fingers join the sensual assault on your aching core alongside his tongue, gently spreading open the folds as he laps on it like a man starved. 

➤ "i could never get enough of this" he murmurs against your skin, making goosebumps rise across your whole body. you swear you could just lose consciousness from the overwhelming pleasure washing over you.

➤ his favourite position is missionary, he wants to see the myriad of facial expression you'd make when he has you impaled on him. he wants to see how you'd cry and scream his name, seeing how droll spills from the edge of your plump, kiss-swollen lips.

GOT THIS DONE YAHUUU _(´ཀ`」 ∠) _ i deleted the initial one cuz of some little mistakes that i did and i kinda don't want to edit so i just deleted the whole thing and redo 😭

time to get to requests! i'll try to get it done before mydei's banner drop cuz i'll be busy staring at mydei.

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writing nsfw for oomf that's like down bad for phai so im including mydei too (seperately)

came to a realisation that i can't write nsfw without deleting back the paragraph to make it more subtle (??) kinda funny how back when i was like 16 i went around and said haha cock and balls now i struggle to type that shit 😭 what rhe hell was i on!!!!!

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𐙚 mydeimos 𐙚 

𐙚 what if… 𐙚 

sfw, kinda angsty, fem reader.

mydei isn't the type to court, hell, even the idea of having a significant other had never crossed his mind. he is always out and about to the battlefield, leaving little to no room to express his love and desire for a partnerー or so he claimed. since phainon kept on pestering him about getting himself a partner.

that was until he came across her.

a cheeky young lady, the owner of a quaint little bakery located in the quietest corner of okhema that he stumbled upon during one of his usual patrols around the city. he always had a knack for desserts and pastries despite his imposing appearance, so when he swung his armored foot into the establishment, hearing the soft chime of the bell, he thought nothing of it.

but when he looked back at it now, was that the moment his life turned for the worse? or perhaps for the best? the crowned prince of castrum kremnos couldn't tell.

he found himself seated under the small canopy infront of her bakery, a small offering to shield the patrons against the eternal ray that shone down the holy city. he was served by none other than the girl that had managed to wormed her way into his heart and thoughts. earlier when she was taking his order, she commented about his muscular form, finding it.. attractive, a sight for sore eyes. usually, remarks about his appearance didn't faze him as he had grown used to it. but thisー? this got him real good. her words had left a lingering warmth in him that he couldn't ignore, both thrilling and terrifying all at once. of course, the pink dusting his cheeks didn't go unnoticed by her.

"there is no word for 'flustered' in the kremoan language." was a blatant lie he made up on the spot, trying to hide the fact that he enjoyed the compliments from her. it wasn't like she knew anything about said language, anyway. i could teach her, he thought to himself.

he found himself returning to her bakery, enjoying her presence, drawn to the quiet camaraderie that formed between them under the canopy. he kept on convincing himself it was just for the pastries, but he knew better deep down. as much as as he wanted to advertise her bakery, just like the one he did with the golden honey pancakes, he wanted her undivided attention. a bitter truth, one that hurts to admit even to himself.

he wasn't the talker type, he was content with being her listener while she yapped her way into his ears. finding comfort in hearing her mundane everyday life.

yet, behind those golden eyes of his, a silent longing and yearning lingered.

he wondered, what if things were different?

what if he weren't the prophecied chrysos heir, if he were just a kremnoan or perhaps an okhemanㅡ living a peaceful life alongside her, baking pastries instead of tearing through enemies?

alas, fate had never been kind.

second fic, omg! did this in one sitting, yahu ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა tbh i have quite a few mydei short drabbles in my notes app despite stating i write for phainon n the others LOL mydei is slowly taking over my brain @_@

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𐙚 mydeimos as your husband 𐙚

sfw, written with fem reader in mind but could pass as gn if you squint.

➤ to others, he may not seem like it but he is in fact, a walking green forest. exactly the ideal man to get married to!

➤ i have an inkling that he will question the usage of pet names, like "your parents gave you a name why would i call you muffin" but in the end he gave in.

'my love, my star, my everything' all those sappy endearment slips from his lips but you have no complaintsㅡ it came from his own lips after all.

➤ a request? just say the word, he will get it done for you. whether it's as simple as things like wanting to hold his hand or as serious as making sure the guy that have been bothering you disappears? yeah consider it done.

➤ act of service, quality time, physical touch... his love is best shown through actions. he is not that good at declaring his love to you by words, so he makes up for it in gestures. 

➤ he will do most of the cooking and cleaning for the household. making sure breakfast is served, house is squeaky clean before leaving for his duties as a chrysos heir early in the morning.

➤ he loves squishing your waist, 100%. he finds it relaxing. sometimes when he is feeling a bit bold, his hand will drift lower, fingertips tracing and dancing along the skin of your thigh, feeling how the flesh fills his palm.

➤ you are his motivation to come back home victorious from his missions. will not want to come back all bloodied, instead choosing to recuperate and wait for his body to heal somewhere before returning home :( 

please tell him you want to nurse him, that will make him feel better (and effectively make him heal faster) 

➤ enjoys bathing together, will request for it too. he loves the sensation of your fingers work through his hair, undoing the knots and massaging his scalp. a quiet reminder that life is worth living with you as his wife by his side. 

➤ he will definitely want kids, we have seen how good he is with childrens. the kremnoan childrens calls you his queen.

➤ will the little one inherit his hair color? perhaps yours? will the little one be as fierce and imposing as him? mayhaps they will be as gentle and lovable as you? oh he is thrilled.

omg! first fic, posted! i told my sister that my hands have been itching to write and post fanfictions and she's like yeah do it pussy and here i, am!

if there are any mistakes made do let me knowww (๑>◡<๑)

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ about requests .ᐟ

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╰› fandoms / characters i write for (will update accordingly)

honkai star rail mydei, phainon, jing yuan, sunday, aventurine, more to come... wuthering waves jiyan, xiangli yao, brant, aalto, more to come... granblue fantasy sandalphon, lucio, belial, dragon knights, grimnir, more to come...

to be hero x nice, lin ling, hero x, more to come...

╰› what i write

gender neutral / female reader x male character

headcannons, drabbles

sfw

⤷ angst, fluff, small suggestive content time to time when i am ovulating

nsfw through requests do keep in mind that i am not used to writing intercourse scenes but is wiling to try if requested ദ്ദി (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

⤷ be nasty it is completely fine ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ before you follow .ᐟ

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╰› i am a full time university student so i could not linger around tumblr that much. busy (╥ ω ╥)

╰› english is my third language, do expect grammar errors and repetitive use of words/phrases.

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╰› this is mainly a minor-friendly blog as i write sfw mostly. however if a request of nsfw comes in, i will properly tag it mdni.

╰› my writing style is unfortunately, inconsistent. i apologise in advance if the first half of the fic is toe curling but the other half turns dogshit 🙏

╰› i write in lowercase, it is an intentional typing habit.

 ╰› my askbox is always open 𖹭

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╰› !! DNI IF pro-isr*el, proshipper, and all the basic dni criteria. i can and will abuse the block button !!

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⋆. 𐙚 ˚ introductory post ᯓ★

i have been around for a while and thought "maybe i should write my own fanfiction too ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧.ᐟ"

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the prophecy called me fori nineteen she/her my/eng

𓏵 mydei's and brant's lover 𓏵

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byf ☁︎ ʚɞ req rules ☁︎

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some fische doodles at school

(ft: my friend's markers i stole)