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unintentionalseductress · 2 days ago

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.ೃ࿔*:･LaDS men reacting to you accidentally staining the sheets during your period...

.ೃ࿔*:･Zayne: You wake up with a tiny whimper of pain because of your cramps, realizing you hadn't worn a pad when you fell asleep. Sure enough, when you pull back the covers, Zayne's neat bedsheets have a bright red stain and so do your pajama bottoms. He wakes up when he feels the tug on the sheets as you roll out of bed. He's confused only for a second before he calls your name. You're trying to hold back tears, apologizing as Zayne comforts you in his arms. "Ssh...it's ok darling. You can't control bodily functions like this." Zayne soothes you, comfortingly rubbing your back.

He tells you to take care of yourself first, and while you're changing your bloody clothes, he takes care of the sheets and checks the bathroom closet to make sure you're stocked up on supplies. He kisses your forehead before leaving to work, and tells you to listen to your body, and to order food and anything else you want to the house. He texts you throughout the day to ask how you're feeling and does his utmost to leave work on time. He spends the evening massaging your achy back and cuddling you till you fall asleep.

.ೃ࿔*:･Sylus You and Sylus are incredibly cuddly sleepers. Your leg is tossed over his hip when you sleep, so when you wake up with that feeling of warm wetness, you're mortified to see you started your period during the night, and the blood has seeped not only into Sylus's cool silk sheets, but also his pajamas as well. He wakes up immediately when you try to take your leg off him, scarlet eyes looking almost wounded that you tried to pull away from him.

When you embarrassedly point underneath the covers, Sylus's eyes soften. "It's not a problem, kitten. The cleaning staff will take care of it. We can use one of the other bedrooms until then." He runs you a hot bath with one of your lavender scented bath bombs and helps you out of your bloody pajamas. He puts them and his stained pajamas into the laundry and stays perched on the edge of the tub, talking to you as you soak. He has the luxury of time, so he'll personally cook whatever you're craving, and order you whatever pastries and sweets your heart desires.

.ೃ࿔*:･Caleb Caleb has been with you ever since your first period, so he's well prepared for that time of the month. You even remember him helping you wash your bloody sheets when you'd woken up scared and confused when you first bled, and he'd also gone to the pharmacy to buy pads. But now waking up and realziing you'd stained his sheets was a different story. You didn't want to be a burden to him and come off as someone unable to take care of themselves, but here you were, lying in a pool of blood while your legs and back ached like the devil. You sniffle, and Caleb is immediately awake.

"Pipsqueak?" He asks softly, and you try to fight back tears. You tracked your damn period, yet it still came early, and now you were at his house, unprepared. "I got my period," you say defeatedly and pull aside the covers. "I didn't bring pads or my painkillers, but I promise I'll clean it up, you don't have to look after me-"

"Stop it." Caleb interrupts you and pulls you tightly against his side. "Pipsqueak, do you honestly think I wouldn't have period supplies here? It's your home too. It's never a burden for me to look after you. I'll take care of this. You don't have to cry. Now go change. I'll make you breakfast."

.ೃ࿔*:･Xavier Our sleepy king will wake up confused when you suddenly rush out of bed in the wee hours of the morning, nearly slamming the bathroom door shut. As his eyes adjust the dim light, he observes the wet, red, stains on his sheets and understands. He quietly knocks on the bathroom door, telling you in calm, quiet tones that he's not mad even though you were convinced he was. "Why would I be mad, princess?" He asks through the door. "You didn't do it on purpose. Now let me in."

He holds you till you calm down, strips the bed down, and puts them all into the laundry. There's a cupboard filled with different types of period supplies, including tampons, pads, and a Diva Cup. After you've changed, he makes a list of all the things you're both going to do to help you feel better. A family-sized order of hotpot for lunch, drinking some herbal tea for cramps, playing video games on the couch, and lots of cuddly naps. Xavier is the master of relaxation.

.ೃ࿔*:･Rafayel This man is emotionally invested when you get your period. In fact, it's not your period, it's our period when you're with him. Rafayel felt it before you did, that liquidy warmth seeping through the bed. When he sees you've stained through your pajamas and the sheets, he can't help but feel there was almost an intimate, artistic feel to the whole thing. Your body is at its most vulnerable, sleeping so trustingly in his bed. He rouses you gently, and when you start to apologize, he merely shakes his head.

"You're a warrior, my dear bride," he'll say lovingly. "You can bleed and not die, that's something that no man can ever do." The crimson on the sheets is already inspiring his next art piece. He'll launder the sheets himself, and while you enjoy a hot shower, Rafayel prepares for a lazy day at the beach. He insists that the sun on your back and inhaling the moist sea air are the best remedies for period blues.

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todoriin · 3 days ago

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silent treatment fic, i've probably written and thought about this scenario a million billion times, so very self-indulgent, hot-headed!reader and phainon is puppy coded

it's hard to ignore phainon, yet you've somehow nailed the art perfectly.

even as he trails behind you through the crowds of marmoreal palace like a pitiful chimera, even as he tries to strike up ways of talking to you, luring you with the best conversation starters, even as he drapes himself all over you. because while you may like your personal space, phainon likes it even more.

yet, none of it is enough to get you to budge, stubborn with your silent treatment as punishment for not listening to you and going out of his way to disobey your concerns.

from the last expedition aglaea had sent him out on, he had come back with a pretty nasty injury. you were concerned over him for days, pampering him, making sure he didn't exert himself too much so the wound would open back up.

only to find out that he couldn't resist sparring with mydei.

and lo and behold, it reopened and you were left patching up a bleeding phainon in deathly quiet silence, irritation dripping off you in waves. you had a mountain of things you wanted to say, scold him until his ears fell off, but you kept quiet and refused to let the frustration boil over.

your lover had sat as still as a tree while you worked, not making a sound- not even wincing as the needle pricked into his skin.

he was waiting for it, your wrath, the flames he'd have to endure, yet it never came. you packed up your kit and left him without another word, and phainon didn't know which hurt more; the ache in his side or the pang in his heart.

obviously, he ran after you, keeping five steps behind you obediently, your combined footsteps echoing off the marble wall like a ticking clock, waiting for you to explode at him.

but it never came. he was getting antsy, nervously rubbing his palms against his pants.

phainon followed you all the way to the markets, where you browsed the stalls with keen interest, never once glancing back at the despite all the commotion that flocked to him. enthusiastic children that came up to him, stall owners that wanted to thank him for helping, trying to give him something in return; while he was getting held back, you kept moving without so much a second thought.

he reconvened with you in front of a fresh food vendor, where you were carefully scanning the produce, and he simply returned to your side as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"ah, phainon!" the owner greeted with a big smile. "thanks for your help carrying the boxes the other day, i wanted to say thanks with some produce on the house."

you didn't react to the praise occurring right in front of you, simply assessing which apple was fresher than the other.

"please, that's not necessary," phainon waves it off. "i'm happy to help any time, free of charge!"

"such a good lad," the owner turns to you. "aren't you lucky, y/n? got yourself the finest catch here."

phainon hears you huff. "so lucky that i have to spend my time fretting over him. i'll take these, thanks."

"i'm sorry," phainon murmurs just between you two. you don't move, waiting for your purchase to be wrapped up as phainon keeps staring at the side of your head, anticipating for the moment you'll finally look at him.

it passes by and before he knows it, you're setting off again. this time, heading back in the direction of your shared home.

he would open all the heavy doors in marmoreal palace for you, running ahead just to hold them for you to walk through without so much a glance at him. when you finally entered the privacy of your shared abode, he was all over you, arms around your shoulders, holding your waist, anywhere he could touch, he held on to.

"y/n," he'd whine your name over and over again, frowning even harder at every ignored attempt. "i'm sorry for worrying you, won't you at least look at me so i can tell you how sorry i am?"

you just acted like he wasn't there. as if there wasn't an oversized chrysos heir holding onto you, as if he couldn't just easily manoeuvre you with his ridiculous strength.

he didn't, though. didn't want to anger you even more.

he left you reluctantly when aglaea and tribbie summoned him for another thing that they needed his assistance with, but his thoughts kept drifting back to you, anxiety settling deep in his chest. even a dip at the hot baths couldn't even soothe him, mind running with ways to make it up to you- how can he even do that if you refuse to look at him? or even breathe in his direction?

her returned that evening to you preparing dinner, the portions still for two, and still accounting for his massive appetite.

it was even his favourite, phainon swears he didn't tear up a little. despite how angry you were with him, you still go out of your way to care for him. you didn't react when he sidled up as close to you as possible, chest pressed flush against your back. he thanked you for the food, and you didn't say anything, eyes glued to your cooking as he peppered gentle kisses along your shoulder, scared to provoke you even more.

even though you ate side by side, his thigh staying against yours, he was still antsy. you were so close, yet still felt so far, you still haven't even spared him a glance, and he was losing his mind.

phainon could only be so patient before the desperation boiled over.

by bed time, you slid into bed next to him and stayed on your side, reaching for the book on your nightstand. phainon, who had forgotten about his nightly-reading, stared at you, waiting for you to break, but you had simply opened your novel to the bookmarked chapter and began reading.

the sheets beside you rustle. next thing you know, there's a heavy weight spread completely over your bod, his chin resting on your chest as he was practically pleading for your attention with puppy dog eyes. yet, your book seemed to be more important, because you just adjusted your arms and used his head like a book rest instead of giving him what he wanted.

displeased, he wraps his arms around you with a suffocating tightness and rolls around so that you're the one lying on him, book dropping on the mattress.

he squeezes you close to his body, muscular arms constricting you like chains and you wheeze in his tight grasp.

"i'm sorry, please, stop this unfair treatment," he wails, pushing your head into his collarbones.

you squirm above him and punch his shoulder in protest. "phainon!"

"you need to forgive me first!"

"i can't breathe!"

"say you'll stop ignoring me!"

"i'll stop ignoring you!"

he finally loosens his embrace and you gasp for air, pushing your face out away from phainon's skin.

"have you gone mad?" you immediately ask, eyebrows furrowing with displeasure. your words fizzle away when you catch sight of his teary eyes and the pitiful sadness glistening in them, matched with a pout that made it seem like he was a second away from crying. "phainon?"

he rolls over on his side with you still in his grasp, shuffling down so he could hide his face in your chest. he wraps himself around you, arm snaking around your torso and thigh thrown over your hip. you couldn't even leave if you tried.

"i thought i was going to die," he whimpers.

"die? you?" you ask.

he nods. "please, never do that again. it felt like torture."

you sigh. "you deserved it for being an idiot and not listening to me when i was just showing concern for you. instead, you go out of your way to disregard my orders."

"mydei asked me to spar."

"you should have said no! i bet he even tried to be worried about you, asked how you were healing, and you just lied through your teeth and insisted you were fine, when you know very well you weren't!"

"i'm sorry, i was stupid, i won't do it again, i'll properly listen this time, i promise!"

"why didn't you listen to me last time?"

"i wanted to spar with him!"

"you buffoon! now i'm getting mad again!" you try to turn in his grasp and he whines, large hands forcing you to face him again, refusing to let you show your back to him again.

"be mad at me all you want, curse me out, pray for my downfall, but won't you at least look at me?" he pleads, lips quivering as he stares up at you, all teary-eyed.

"you're being dramatic."

"i'll jump off the highest mountain in okhema if i'm not in your gaze."

"you'd rather face my wrath then my silence?"

"yes, a thousand times yes," he burrows himself further into your chest, clinging to you. "i'll take everything you hit me with, but i can't handle it if you give me nothing, i'd rather fight nikador singlehandedly."

you sigh, hands snaking up to reside in his snowy hair and he hums in relief when you start playing with the strands.

"fine," you relent, "you're forgiven."

his fingers creep under your night shirt, and he all but nuzzles his face closer to your body warmth, content.

"you were very mean to me today," he mumbles.

you shift in his arms, pushing at his shoulders, trying to create some distance. "i was mean? you have the gall to say-"

"-i was kidding! don't leave me."

you sigh when you feel him pull you into a bone-crushing embrace.

"for your own sake, phainon, you should really stop biting the hand that feeds you. in other words, taunting me just because you find my reaction entertaining."

"but it's just so fun."

"it'll be real fun when i don't talk to you for a whole week."

"you can't do that!"

"i can. i'll run away, i'll hide from you," you joke.

"i won't give up until i find you, i'll search every corner of amphoreus, and i'll plead for your forgiveness every time."

"great, so how about we avoid that scenario completely and you exercise some self-preservation?"

"fine."

phainon manages to pin you to the bed for hours the next morning, insisting that it was to make up for all the time he spent agonising over your punishment, all the time he should have gotten with you, his neediness depleting slowly as he lays on top of you.

#he's the type to think he can give you space but couldn't handle the silent treatment for more than 12 hours #hsr x reader #phainon x reader #honkai star rail x reader #phainon fluff

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