#phaidei fluff

[phaideis-chimeras]

3.4? Angst? Naaaah, I only know fluff! So here, have a bit of of phaidei fluff to soothe the soul and forget about the pain.

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“After this is over, we should get married.”

Phainon never meant to say that out loud. The thought slipped out, just like that.

But now, the words are hanging in the air, met by… Silence.

After a few moments, Mydei props himself up from where he was lying on Phainon’s chest. He gives him a questioning look.

“You want to marry me?”

Phainon shrugs, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Maybe it was stupid to say that out loud. But he just can't let the idea go. It's the one wish he has for the future… That can't be stupid, right?

“I just want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He reaches out to cup Mydei's cheek. “I want to wake up next to you every day like this.” Mydei leans into his touch and closes his eyes, gently humming.

“You already do that, silly.” He slightly turns his head to kiss the palm of Phainon's hand.

“But if marriage is what you want, then I will happily agree.”

Phainon tilts his head a little. He looks at Mydei, trying to determine what he's thinking. “If marriage isn't for you… We can just keep living like this, of course.” He lets out a small, nervous chuckle, hoping it doesn't sound too disappointed. “I'll be happy as long as I can live my life by your side, really.”

Mydei contemplates for a bit. He shrugs.

“I never really thought about it before. I have you with me every day already. And I know that I love you and you love me. I don't need a special ceremony for that.” He leans in and kisses Phainon's nose, pressing their forehead’s against each other. He smiles down at Phainon, his expression full of love. “But the more I think about it, the more I like the idea. Phainon, my husband… It sounds good, doesn't it?”

Just hearing the words come from Mydei's mouth makes Phainon's heart skip a beat. Mydei's husband. He's giddy just thinking about it.

He smiles and runs a hand through Mydei's hair. “See? I knew you’d get the appeal.” He chuckles and kisses Mydei's cheek. “It's settled then. When the Flame Chase is over, we're getting married.”

Mydei looks at him, a gentle smile on his lips. “Why wait for that long? We could go to Aglaea tomorrow and ask her to officiate for us… Ask the others to join if you want. I don't need a big ceremony. You are the only person I need with me.”

Phainon can't help but laugh. It's rare to hear Mydei speak with so much excitement. His calm, somewhat reserved demeanor seems to have melted away.

“For someone who didn't even think about marriage just a few minutes ago, you're quite eager to get it done immediately.”

Mydei blushes a little and pouts. “You are the one who put the idea into my head, now you're mocking me?” He huffs.

Phainon lets out a hearty laugh. He wraps his arms around Mydei to pull him into a hug, repeatedly kissing his cheek.

“I'm not mocking you, Mydei. I'm happy you like the idea that much… And of course, I'd love to get married to you immediately.”

Mydei huffs and buries his face into Phainon's neck. “Good,” he grumbles.

Phainon chuckles and ruffles his hair.

His laughter dies a little and he solemly looks up at the ceiling.

“You know, I said that earlier because I was thinking about things to look forward to. Something to keep fighting for.” He let's out a small sigh.

“So what will I look forward to?”

Mydei looks up at him and scoffs as if the answer is obvious. “Your life with me, of course.” He pulls Phainon into a kiss and holds him close. Phainon rests his head against Mydei's chest.

“I will make sure every single day is something you can look forward to.” He can feel Mydei's hand gently stroke his hair.

Phainon smiles and closes his eyes. “I know you will. You always do. You are the future worth fighting for. And I swear I will fight for you.”

[arvellll]

I really needed to draw them kissing

[xichilie]

mydei x reader (x phainon) where they were on a quest and they had to rest and they stayed at a hotel to rest except it was one room available with one bed, or u can make it two beds where mydei and phainon fight for whoever gets to sleep with reader heh (id perfer one bed…..) imagine them all 3 in one bed

i need more mydei x reader fanfics dont leave me hanging…….

The way I giggled and kicked my feet at this, one bed with mydei and Phainon YES, JUST YES😌

(BTW, mydei is wearing a shirt in the bed scene)

Mydei x (fem) reader x Phainon

Only one Bed

The rain had started coming down hard by the time Mydei, Phainon, and Y/N finally reached the small inn nestled between the hills. Their mission had taken longer than expected, and all three of them were exhausted. The golden glow of lanterns inside the building was a welcome sight as they stepped inside, shaking off their damp cloaks.

“I’ll go book us a room,” Phainon announced, stretching his arms. “You two just sit tight.”

Mydei scoffed. “Like I need your permission.”

Phainon shot him a grin before sauntering over to the innkeeper. Meanwhile, Mydei shifted his attention to Y/N, who was absently rubbing her shoulders as if trying to shake off the chill from the rain. Without a word, he reached over and took her bag from her hands, effortlessly slinging it over his own shoulder.

She blinked up at him. “Oh, you didn’t have to—”

“Just take it,” he muttered, looking away. “You always carry too much.”

A small smile tugged at her lips, but she didn’t argue.

Phainon returned a moment later with a slightly sheepish expression. “So… small problem.”

Mydei narrowed his eyes. “What now?”

Phainon rubbed the back of his head. “They only had one room left.”

Y/N tilted her head. “That’s not so bad.”

Phainon hesitated. “And… only one bed.”

There was a moment of silence as Mydei and Y/N processed that. Then Mydei let out a sharp exhale. “Absolutely not.”

Phainon crossed his arms. “You got a better idea, champ? Sleep outside?”

Y/N, ever the peacemaker, placed a hand on Mydei’s arm before he could actually consider that. “It’s a big bed, isn’t it? We can share.”

Mydei scowled, glancing away. “I’ll take the floor.”

“Fine,” Phainon said immediately, throwing an arm around Y/N’s shoulder. “Then I’ll keep her company in bed.”

Mydei turned back so fast Phainon barely had time to react. “Like hell you will.”

Phainon raised his hands in mock surrender. “Wow, relax! Just pointing out how ridiculous you’re being.”

Y/N sighed. “You two need to stop bickering. We can just share the bed. It’s not like any of us bite.”

“I might,” Phainon muttered under his breath, earning a glare from Mydei.

“Fine,” Mydei finally grumbled. “But you two better not kick in your sleep.”

They made their way upstairs to their room, which, true to Phainon’s word, only had one large bed dominating the center. A warm fireplace crackled in the corner, casting flickering shadows across the wooden walls.

“Well, this’ll be cozy,” Phainon said, already unfastening his cloak. “Who wants the shower first?”

“You go last,” Mydei said immediately. “Or else you’ll use up all the hot water.”

Phainon placed a hand over his heart. “You wound me.”

Y/N chuckled. “I’ll go first, then.”

They both nodded, watching as she disappeared into the washroom with a towel. As soon as the door clicked shut, an awkward silence settled between Mydei and Phainon.

Phainon flopped onto the bed with a dramatic sigh. “So. Just us now, huh?”

Mydei shot him a look before leaning against the wall, arms crossed. “Don’t talk.”

Phainon smirked. “Aw, come on. You’re not still mad about the bed thing, are you?”

Mydei scowled. “I should throw you out the window.”

Before Phainon could retort, the washroom door opened, and Y/N stepped out, drying her hair with a towel. Her damp locks clung to her shoulders, and the fresh scent of soap filled the room.

Both men froze. Mydei felt his cheeks heat up slightly, but he quickly looked away. Even Phainon, who was normally unbothered, rubbed the back of his neck as he cleared his throat.

Y/N, oblivious to the effect she had, continued towel-drying her hair. Seeing this, Phainon started to reach out. “Here, I’ll help—”

“Go shower,” Mydei cut in abruptly.

Phainon sighed dramatically but relented, gathering his things and heading into the washroom. The moment the door shut, Mydei let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. His gaze flickered back to Y/N, who was still focused on drying her hair. Without thinking, he stepped forward and gently took the towel from her hands.

She blinked up at him. “Mydei?”

“Sit,” he muttered. “You’re going to catch a cold if you don’t dry it properly.”

She hesitated for a moment before obeying, sitting at the edge of the bed while he carefully ran the towel through her hair. She hummed softly. “You’re really good at this.”

Mydei scoffed. “You say that like it’s hard.”

She giggled. “Still, it’s nice of you.”

His hands faltered slightly at her words, but he quickly resumed. “Just don’t tell Phainon. He’ll never let me hear the end of it.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, Mydei’s usually rough hands surprisingly gentle as he worked through her damp locks. By the time Phainon stepped out of the shower, stretching and sighing in satisfaction, he paused mid-step at the sight of them.

“Well, well,” he said, smirking. “Look at this cozy scene.”

Mydei tossed the towel at his face. “Shut up.”

Phainon laughed. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

Y/N smiled. “He’s been very helpful.”

Phainon waggled his eyebrows. “Oh, I bet.”

Mydei glared at him. “Do you want to sleep outside?”

Phainon held up his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine. Let’s just get some sleep.”

They all climbed into the large bed, with Y/N in the middle. Mydei made sure to keep a respectful distance, but Phainon, being his usual self, sprawled out comfortably. To Mydei’s dismay, Phainon had no problem cuddling up to Y/N, and she didn’t even seem to mind.

After a few moments of silence, Phainon muttered, “This is kinda nice, huh?”

Y/N hummed in agreement. “Yeah.”

Mydei grumbled. “Go to sleep.”

Phainon chuckled. “Night, lovebirds.”

Neither of them responded, but in the dim light of the room, Mydei’s ears burned slightly.

As the night settled in, the soft crackling of the fireplace was the only sound filling the room. Phainon, being the most relaxed of the three, had no trouble dozing off first. He had sprawled out, his head resting against Y/N’s shoulder as he nestled closer, completely at ease.

Y/N, warm and exhausted from the long day, soon followed. Her breathing evened out, her body shifting in sleep as she unconsciously adjusted. At some point, without realizing it, she turned towards Mydei, pressing against his side, her head lightly resting against his chest.

Mydei, who had been lying stiffly on his back, immediately tensed. His golden eyes flicked downward, catching the sight of her peaceful face just inches from his own. Her warmth seeped through the thin fabric of his shirt, and he could feel the steady rhythm of her breathing against him.

His heartbeat, normally steady and composed, faltered slightly.

For a brief moment, instinct told him to move away—to put some distance between them. But as he shifted slightly, her hand absentmindedly curled into his shirt, like she was seeking comfort even in her sleep.

He swallowed, exhaling quietly.

Phainon had draped an arm lazily over Y/N’s waist, holding onto her like a human pillow, his face buried in her shoulder. The sight irritated Mydei more than it should have. But Y/N’s warmth against him—her quiet presence—was grounding in a way he hadn’t expected.

His muscles, once tense, slowly relaxed.

“…Just this once,” he murmured under his breath, barely above a whisper.

Careful not to wake her, he let himself rest, his gaze lingering on the ceiling. Y/N remained nestled against him, her breathing soft and steady, and despite himself, Mydei stayed still, allowing her to stay close.

Sleep didn’t come as easily for him, but with her warmth beside him, he didn’t mind as much.

The soft golden light of morning streamed through the window, casting a gentle glow over the room. The fireplace had died down to a few embers, leaving only the quiet rise and fall of breathing from the bed.

Phainon was the first to wake, stretching his arms with a lazy yawn. He blinked a few times, adjusting to the light—until his vision settled on the sight before him.

Y/N was nestled comfortably in Mydei’s arms.

Phainon’s eyes widened slightly. At some point during the night, Mydei had taken her from his grasp and pulled her against him. Her head rested against his chest, one hand lightly curled into his shirt, and Mydei's arm was wrapped snugly around her, holding her close.

But the real kicker? Mydei was awake.

And he was smirking.

Triumphantly.

Phainon gawked. “You absolute—” He huffed. “I had her first.”

Mydei raised an eyebrow, his expression smug as he tightened his hold just a little, just enough to make his point. “Looks like she disagrees.”

Phainon groaned dramatically. “That’s not fair. I want cuddles too.”

Without hesitation, Mydei grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it at his face.

THWACK.

Phainon let out a muffled yelp as he peeled the pillow away, pouting. “Rude.”

“Too bad,” Mydei said smoothly, settling back into the pillows.

Phainon huffed and crossed his arms. “This is favoritism.”

Mydei simply shrugged, looking far too pleased with himself. “Sounds like a you problem.”

Phainon squinted at him before flopping back onto the bed dramatically. “Fine, but next time, I’m stealing her first.”

Mydei chuckled lowly. “We’ll see about that.”

Y/N, still blissfully unaware, snuggled closer into Mydei’s warmth, sighing softly in her sleep. Mydei shot Phainon one last smirk before resting his chin atop her head.

Phainon groaned into his pillow. “I hate you.”

Mydei closed his eyes, perfectly content. “No, you don’t.”

[azmaarts]

Flowers for my love by delta_altair

“Instead of his usual wild mane, Mydei’s hair is pulled back into a short tail at the back of his head. A braid travels from just below his temple to join with the tail, presumably mirrored on the other side. And nestled into the intersection are a pair of gladiolus. Soft pink against a field of gold.”

If you want something cute and fluffy to cope off of, this fanfic do be it. UwU

I started sketching at 2AM. Let it be known that you should not start sketching at 2AM.

Mydei, I love you... but why must you have muscles? Why can't you just be a blob? (I suppose at least I can work on anatomy thanks to him. TvT)

Bless AO3 and its writers. We've hit the 1k mark now! Wonder if Phaidei will end up on the rankings for mlm ships. >:3

[themilkiestbread]

some fluffy phaidei headcanons because they both deserve happiness

they have regular fights about whether sonic or pikachu would win in a cage match

mydei loves coffee with lots of cream and sugar. phainon will only drink black coffee. whenever they go out to a coffee shop, the baristas always get their orders mixed up

they both snore, both hog the blankets, and both move a lot in their sleep and kick each other

however, when either one has nightmares, they wake up to find themselves in each other's arms

phainon braids mydei's hair and always weaves in a bunch of little flowers. mydei complains, but he never takes the flowers out, especially when the two of them go off to battle

phainon is the perfect height for mydei to give him forehead kisses

they're both hella ticklish and have tickle fights all the time

they try to have relaxing movie nights but both get bored because neither one can sit still and they end up having pillow fights (which result in a steamy make-out session)

mydei cooks and phainon reviews each dish like he's judging a cooking competition, but it's always in the weirdest ways possible ("this dish is evocative of a beetle seeing the sun after a year of rain and tastes better than kephale's ass" "what the fuck deliverer")

phainon can pick mydei up. mydei is Not Happy about this

though mydei begrudgingly accepts when he's in pain after a battle from dying one too many times and phainon gives him a piggyback ride back to okhema

when phainon uses humor to cover up his doubts about himself and his abilities, mydei is the one to see through it and always calls him out on it while assuring him that he's capable, that he's strong, that he's worthy of being loved even if he can't protect everyone

mydei is a morning person. phainon is not. mydei has to drag him out of bed

they give me girl dad vibes. they adopt three little girls and a whole bunch of chimeras

[ag40249]

[devdozes]

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

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND FELLOW MONARCH :3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mydei just growled in response.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Leave... now..."

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

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

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

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

There was a long pause.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“IT’S COMING FOR US!!!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Suddenly, the lights went out.

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

And then… the whispering returned. Louder. Closer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The whispers grew louder again. And then—

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

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

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

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

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

But it was too late.

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

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

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

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

And somehow, you all managed to escape… barely.

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

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Please find me again

[generalsdiary]

Interwoven

Mydei x Phainon

word count: 2.9k

description: Phainon and Mydei, through a powerful Oronyx's artifact, end up in the bodies of their future selves who have managed to end the war, revive Castrum Kremnos, and get married. They are left to deal with their suppressed feelings while trying to keep appearances about being married, learning how to lead the major city of Castrum Kremnos, and making notes of how they achieved all of this. While trying to figure out a way back home.

a/n: inspired by @starcurtain 's post on Mydei/Phainon fics they want to read (prompt 5)

ty to my beta readers; citrus, rice cake and v.ertias_ (on discord) <2

Chapter 1: In the shadow of the Sun

„What are you doing?“ A rough voice interrupts Phainon’s peace. 

Phainon is standing in his personal quarters, holding up a pair of scissors and cutting into what used to be an ochre dress. Shapeless, flowy, plum-colored pants that are too long for him cover his feet. And due to them not originally being pants, they leave little to the imagination. The cotton dress in his hands is being massacred by the dull scissors in his hand and soon put over his head as a shirt, covering his chiseled body upon the intrusion of his…fellow Chrysos Heir.

“I am—uh… Well, is it not obvious? I am making clothes for myself.” Phainon stumbles around his words, Mydei’s presence wasn’t unwelcome despite the surprise.

“You.” Mydei pinches the bridge of his nose,“ Aglaea can make any clothing for you— or just buy new ones if you dislike the ones you own.” He spoke through strained teeth.

“Aglaea only makes specific clothing she likes, not the ones I wish to wear— moreover! I am off the clock right now and I want to rest in what I find comfortable.” Phainon passionately counteracts.

“You look like a broke villager, and your capabilities are a far cry from a craftsman.” Mydei judged the homemade clothes. Phainon either looks homeless, or like a little kid who got ahold of their parents’ clothes and went to town with them.

“What does it matter? I’m in my room, and I—“ Phainon stops himself, his gaze dropping to the floor. Regret and nostalgia for his home fill him once more. He aches to be comfortable, to wear the colors he used to wear, terrible taste aside; he wishes to feel the way he used to before he was draped in the snowy whites, brilliant golds, and ocean blues adorned on his cape. He wishes to go back to a time before he was dressed up like a doll and praised like a hero. It all felt like a false charade he couldn’t bear to keep up every hour of every day. And if it meant cutting up clothes to create something old, something new, familiar; then that’s what he would do.

Mydeimos, the heir to the throne, the Crown Prince with noble upbringing and golden blood in his veins, son of Gorgo, and king of Castrum Kremnos with royal etiquette ingrained in him, silently cringed. The distant look in Phainon's eyes did not escape him.

“Er, Aglaea needs us. Tribios and her have stumbled upon something that appears to be groundbreaking. The meeting is in half an hour. Try not to be late, Deliverer.” Mydei lingers, if only for a moment. 

To speak, to share, to indulge. 

Phainon looks at him, perhaps a hope glimmers in his eyes, a wish to be heard and to speak of the things that weigh on his mind and heart, to connect with the only one he feels would understand.

He cannot explain it. He cannot fully fathom the connection he feels to Mydei, despite the two lacking a history of any deeper personal conversations.

A need, a desire of a thirsty man as his eyes fall upon a river. The painful burn in his muscles as he is running up to the body of water, falling on his knees with a heavy thud which hurts his knees, leaning towards it until he freezes. His hands hover above the icy water. Sprinkles of it burn his hands, and he can almost feel how it would taste to quench his thirst.

It makes him nauseous. 

His fingers tremble with fear, and he leans back on the cold, dark earth, once more digging his hands into the dirt.

Regrettably, neither of them are that close, nor that honest with each other. Phainon feels choked out by the need to cling to the warrior in his room, to scream after him, to keep him near. As if a part of him doesn’t stay inside him when Mydei leaves, it runs off and escapes with the Crown Prince. It is a feeling he cannot grasp or explain. A deep rooted desire to stay close, to talk, to exchange stories, share secrets, and entangle his life with Mydei’s in a way that would keep them connected forever.

Mydei exhales and turns around. The door gently closes to signify that Phainon is alone once more.

Phainon strips out of the messy excuse for clothes and puts on the usual work outfit. The clothes of a hero.

“Perfect as ever, Phainon.” The mask of the hero of Amphoreus gets heavier each time he puts it on.  Consequently, it also gets harder to take it off after each day too. He sighs at his reflection in the bath water.

“This is dependent on who is going. Castorice would not be ideal in this situation – Snowy!” Tribbie beams at Phainon’s appearance, turning to face the man with a big smile. “You made it!” 

Phainon returns the smile and adjusts his sleeves, “Yes, Mydei informed me, what is this about?” 

Castorice lingers further away from the group, standing beside the elevator. Her lilac fingers flip a dried flower petal in her hand. Perhaps it, too, shared the purple hue before the death touch of the Chrysos Heir. Mydei stood in one of the shallow baths, picking at a grapefruit, easily ignoring the Aglaea’s sharp glare at his active appetite.

“I do agree, despite our end goal, Castorice would be safe, but alas, it is a wrong option.” Aglaea agrees with Tribbie, gesturing with her hand. The clear polish on her nails reflects in the artificial light as she feels out the gold strings.

Feeling somewhat left out, Phainon attempts to get a recap of the situation at hand, he butts in, “Might I ask for context?” 

“We discovered an artifact with an immense amount of Oronyx’s power left inside it. Upon closer inspection, we came to a conclusion that it could be used to travel to the future. And, possibly, figure out the location of the Death Titan for Castorice, and any other information that can be gathered. It would be best to travel far ahead, hopefully past the point of the war.” Trinnon nods as she speaks, opening up her palms to reveal a floating item resembling a brown leather pouch.

“Why would Castorice be a bad option?” Phainon narrows his eyes at the floating pouch and glances back to Aglaea.

“Castorice’s future might clash with the goal. Although it would be safer for her, since any one of us could awaken in a shallow grave, I am one to hope that we are all fine in the future,” Aglaea muses, she purses her lips and closes her eyes for a few moments.

“Which is why, we believe, it would be best for De to go and for someone to join him.” Tribbie excitedly adds but not before, very obviously, looking at Phainon.

Mydei clenches his jaw, not particularly happy with the choices made in his place; however having arrived late, Phainon missed out on the part where he disagreed and argued his case.

“Who will go with him?” Castorice softly poses a question, pulling her gaze away from the dead life in her hands.

“Given Anaxagoras’ status as a Sage, he is unavailable for such an experimental mission. Tribbie, Trinnon, and Trianne are vital to stay here with me. Okhema will not be defenseless for the sake of this.”  Aglaea’s glance moves to her nails, adding an air of casualness and leaving no room for complaints. “Which only leaves you, Phainon. We do not know how the artifact works, but I am confident in your capabilities.” Aglaea feels satisfied with her recap, so she gracefully sits down and crosses her legs. 

Phainon exhales, he gestures with his hand, “I am merely evaluating the possibilities—“ 

Phainon shuffles a bit, shifting the weight from one leg to the other. Could this prove fatal? Dangerous to execute? Meant to fail?

His thoughts get interrupted by Mydei’s rough voice, “Will you continue overthinking or can we get this over with, Deliverer?”

Trianne interrupts the bickering, “The artifact is wavering. We can feel Oronyx’s power fading, you have to go! Now!”

Phainon couldn’t feel Mydei’s hand in his anymore.

In a flash Mydei runs up to Phainon, grabbing the artifact from Tribios. Mydei grabs Phainon’s unusually cold hand. The chill of his skin makes his hidden nervousness apparent. Tribios surround the boys and whisper chants of an old era.

Phainon looked at Mydei with panic in his eyes, “What if we won’t be near each other— what if there is nothing—“ Mydei’s gaze looked unruly as ever, but despite that, Phainon could tell the worry concealed behind it was mutual. Phainon’s questions are left unfinished, cut off by a loud thunder strike and a white flash that blinds his vision.

The first thing he felt was the burn in his eyes. He instinctively closed them, stumbling forward and bending over slightly. A loud ringing in his ears blurred out any noise he might’ve heard in the moment.

However, there were good things. His body feels fine in this future, or rather, this version of the future. And there is firm ground under his feet. The pain overwhelmed him, and he groaned, falling to one knee.

“…—nce!” Echoes of something that sounded like it was miles away tickled his ears. Gentle hands gripped his arms to help him up, but he shrugged them off. With the immense disorientation and a fear of the unknown, he instinctively refused any help.

Phainon feels a gentle breeze brush his cheek and a bird sing. He opens his eyes to be faced with the warm light of a new day and a cliff right in front of him. Still somewhat disoriented, his attempts at figuring out where he was were interrupted by the three people beside him, gripping his arms and helping him up.

“…ince-! … elp… you— pleas—“ The ringing got louder and the echoes closer. Phainon’s chest tightened, forcing himself to sharply inhale and exhale air that slashed his lungs and cut at his throat. Phainon’s mind collapsed in on itself; memories he couldn’t see, couldn’t grasp, running away from him because they weren’t his own. Not now, not here, not yet.

The darkness beyond his mind choked him, flooding his senses with everything and nothing all at once, driving him to the brink of death and— it stopped.

“Prince, please, let us help you!” The shorter one urges as they guide the man to his feet.

“Someone go fetch the King. Aulus, go.” The taller one speaks in a hushed voice to the woman beside him.

“A ridiculous matter such as this wouldn’t be the bother of the King, Hyles—“ The woman answered in a harsh whisper, only to be interrupted by the tall man.

“Do you wish to deal with the wrath of the king if we don’t tell him that the Prince is unwell?” Hyles, supposedly, quipped back and left quickly thereafter.

The commotion between the… servants, Phainon assumes, ended there. The taller one, Hyles, slipped away and Phainon finally turned to face them properly. Before he could ask who they were, the breath was stolen out of his lungs by the sight of Castrum Kremnos. Which stood before him in its full glory.

Mydei was right, seeing it fallen apart doesn’t do it true justice. When was it all rebuilt? Or is this truly just the past instead of the future?

Wait… did they travel to the past by accident? No… No matter if it’s the past or the future he should be careful to behave as this version of him usually would.

“My apologies, I got… dizzy. That’s all. Probably my blood pressure acting up. I get like this when I eat too many sweets.” Phainon chuckles and glances at the two servants.

“Prince Phainon, we should get you back inside, perhaps even call upon a doctor—“ Aulus urges with shaky pupils, worry, and almost fear…?

“No. Please, there’s no need, Aulus.” He glances at the two, hoping and praying he is making himself sound natural while using the name he just heard.

The shorter one speaks up, gently shaking their head, “Prince, please, let us escort you to your chambers, rest is necessary.”

With the persistence of the two, he slowly walked towards the magnificent structure, trying his best to hide his awe and admiration. The enormous columns that supported the building looked refreshed, however he lacked the knowledge to conclude whether this was a scene from the past or the future. And most importantly, how he fits in all of this. Blood red flags decorate the beige stone, signifying the major city of which Phainon only remembers the destroyed version of.

Trying his best to keep himself distracted from the worry of the true identity of the King. The constant stream of thoughts and anxiety about the timelines threaten to overwhelm him.

…And why is he a prince?

“My King, the Prince has experienced the same condition that you had a few days ago in your chambers, he couldn’t hear us at first and fell to his knees—“ Hyles calmly reports to the King.

“Where is he?” The King growls at the servant, the court echoing from the volume of his voice.

“T-the others are walking him to his chambers as we speak, I am certain of this—“

“That’s not good enough! Where is he?!” The marble walls shook in fear of the anger, the Strife from the defeated Titan resembling within their King. Pride and unease resonated within the stone.

“My King, he is alright now, he is stable, I’m sure—“ Hyles fought for his life and luckily the heavy doors opened with a creek, offering a glimpse of hope to the shivering servant, “Ah, there, this must be the Prince coming.” Hyles mumbles prayers as turns to face the doors. 

Phainon walks in slowly and relief washes over his body the moment his eyes fall on Mydei.

“Mydei! A sight for sore eyes! We need to talk. Can we go somewhere private?” Phainon approaches him, hoping this is his Mydei, from his time. He is unable to control the pleading look in his eyes.

Mydei moves towards him with a heavy step. Thud, thud. He slips off the bronze glove and cups his cheek. “Are you alright, my Prince?”

A shiver travels down Phainon’s spine and he freezes in place. Every dream, hidden fantasy, secret thought, all of them resurfaced in a burst of desperation. Phainon turns into a puddle under his touch. It felt grounding, comforting, everything he needed from Mydei.

Mydei brushes his thumb against Phainon’s cheek and utters, “Leave us.”

The people left the premise with rushed steps and whispers of ‘My King, my Prince’.

Finding his voice again, Phainon breathlessly speaks up, “Mydei?”

“What is the last thing you said to me?” Mydei lets go of his cheek and takes a step back, he turns away and looks at the statue of a lion in the middle of the court.

Phainon chuckled, uncertain of this whole situation. “Last thing? Uh. You can’t possibly expect me to remember every sentence I speak to you?” Why is he a prince, and is Mydei the king? It made sense but; are they married? 

“Do not avoid my question. Just answer.” Mydei groans, folding his arms across his chiseled chest.

Mydei raises his head and heavily exhales. The drawn-out pause makes the hair on the back of Phainon’s neck rise.

“I.” Phainon cannot find it in him to lie, so he weighs out his options. If this is his Mydei, then he is safe to tell the truth. If this is… King Mydei, the future version, it could screw things up on a whole other level. He hopes he can fix the situation even if his tongue slips.

Phainon opts out for the truth.

“…what if there is nothing.” He whispers, eyes trained on the well-defined back muscles of his fellow Chrysos Heir. 

Mydei faces Phainon once more. “Finally. I have been here… for days.”

“Mydei?!” Recognition flashes in his eyes and he rushes closer, “You— it is you— my Mydei— I mean— Mydei from my time, our time?”

“Yes, yes, it’s me, Deliverer. Like I said, I arrived days before you. Thankfully, I have managed to gather the situation. Took you long enough.” Mydei obviously holds back an eye roll.

Phainon scoffs, “Took me long enough? I’m lucky I didn’t die!”

“You’re a demigod, I doubt you would have died.” Mydei snorts and provides a piece of information. If Phainon is a demigod, then this must be the future.

Phainon rubs his chin, analyzing the facts he has gathered so far. “Care to explain what is going on?”

“Do I really have to paint the picture for you? Has the trip to the future affected your intelligence in any way?” Mydei narrows his eyes, and Phainon feels right at home. The usual back and forth he has gotten used to over the years secures him in the present, or rather the future, making him feel like he can solve anything with his fellow Chrysos Heir by his side.

“I wouldn’t mind hearing it from you, since you’ve been here for some time.” Phainon is already well aware of how untalkative his fellow Chrysos Heir can be. Whilst he thinks of prospective follow-up questions, he tilts his head, lips naturally curving downwards. As he ponders, his brows furrow slightly. Something doesn’t add up. Mydei arrived… days earlier than him.

“… Wait. If I came after you… who was here before me?” Phainon raises his chin, posing the burning question regarding the titles he has heard thus far.

Mydei swallows, exhales, and answers factually.

“The future version of you, the Prince of Castrum Kremnos. My husband.”

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Happy eid!

May I request sum very simple? May u feed us fluff fem!myphai/phaidei?

Happy belated eid!! Nvm me being slow tm tho \(^o^;)/

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𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐒❤︎︎𝐗, 𝒻𝓉．𝓂𝓎𝒹ℯ𝒾 ＆ 𝓅𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓃ℴ𝓃

৻ꪆ tws : nsfw/smut. fem!reader, fluff, pregnancy kink, pregnant sēx, creampie, tit-fucking, threesome, multiple of rounds, phaidei themes, poly relationship, hand job, neck kisses & pet-names.

৻ꪆ synopsis : Mydei and Phainon want nothing more than to make their pregnant wife feel loved and adored. They’re determined to show her how special she is, even when her body is changing. After a long day, they take turns, making her feel wanted and cherished, making sure every part of her is cared for. As they fuck her slow and deep, they whisper sweet things, reminding her she’s everything to them.

you were glowing.

Not just in the “pregnancy glow” way people liked to say with a smile—but truly glowing. Skin soft and flushed, eyes dreamy and full, curves a little fuller, rounder, sweeter. Your belly had swelled slightly under your silk nightgown, the outline visible as you lay across soft pillows in your shared bed. You felt heavy and sensitive in all the right ways. And your husbands, they noticed.

They always did.

“My love,” Phainon’s voice was a gentle purr, a hand grazing along your thigh, “you don’t know how hard it is not to touch you every second.”

You giggled, cheeks pink. “You do touch me every second.”

Mydei chuckled darkly from behind, stepping in after locking the door. His hands were already undoing the buttons of his shirt, his eyes locked onto your form like a predator. “Not the way we want to, sweetheart.”

They moved in tandem—Phainon leaned forward, peppering kisses along your collarbone, trailing lower to your swollen breasts, tongue flicking over a sensitive nipple through the fabric while Mydei pulled your legs apart slowly.

“You’ve been so good, carrying our child,” Mydei growled low, pressing his forehead to your belly for a heartbeat before sliding your gown up and kissing your inner thigh. “Let us show you how loved you are.”

Your breath caught.

Soft touches and hungry mouths devoured you. Phainon slipped between your legs first, gentle but teasing, lips brushing your folds like he was worshipping you. His smug little smile glistened with arousal and pride as he looked up from between your thighs, “So wet for us already, pretty mama?”

Mydei growled from behind you, big hands gripping your hips as he leaned in, pressing kisses to the nape of your neck. “Don’t tease her too much, pretty boy. She needs to be fucked, not worshipped.”

You whimpered at the shift—Phainon chuckled but moved aside, letting the bigger man take position behind you.

Mydei was rough but loving. His grip was firm, possessive, like he needed you. Every thrust was deep and slow, each stroke dragging across your swollen, pulsing walls. His voice was low and growling against your ear.

“You’re perfect like this. Full. Ours.”

Phainon leaned forward from the front, stroking your face, then your breasts, massaging them gently. “So full here too… gods, look at you. You were made to be spoiled like this, mama.”

You were shaking already, the two of them overwhelming every inch of your body. When Mydei pulled out to let Phainon take over, the shift was intense—Phainon’s gentler strokes made you cry out, your swollen body so sensitive now. His cock was thick and sweetly curved, hitting the right spot as he whispered, “You’re taking me so well. Just like always.”

Mydei watched from behind, stroking himself slowly, sweat glistening on his abs, eyes wild and hungry. “Fill her up, boy. She needs to feel it dripping down her thighs.”

You came harder than you ever had—sobbing their names, body trembling, clinging to Phainon’s arms. He kissed you so softly, like you were the most sacred thing in the world.

And they didn’t stop.

Mydei took you next, this time with your legs draped over his shoulders, deep strokes that made you feel owned. You rode Phainon’s face between rounds, him moaning against your dripping cunt like he was starving. He tit-fucked you as Mydei stroked his cock behind, both of them coating you in praise and come.

They alternated between filthy and sweet.

“My precious girl.”

“So fucking tight, even now.”

“You’re so good for us.”

“Taking all of us like this… perfect little wife.”

You were cherished.

“Still shaking,” Phainon whispered with that soft, smug grin as he kissed the sweat at your temple. “That just means you’re ready for more.”

You gave a soft moan, your thighs already parting on instinct when Mydei’s rough, warm hands grabbed them and pulled them apart again.

“Spread her,” he growled low. “Let me see that soaked little pussy.”

Phainon chuckled but obeyed, helping tilt your hips up as Mydei got between your legs. His cock was heavy, hot, and slick with his own arousal, the tip brushing through your folds before he pushed in slow, stretching you again.

“Oh—gods,” you gasped, back arching.

“That’s it,” Mydei breathed, lips at your belly, then lower, brushing the underside of your breasts. “So fucking full. You’re made for this.”

While he started to thrust, slow but deep, Phainon moved behind you—hands smooth and teasing as he kissed the back of your neck.

“You ready for both of us, mama?” he whispered, voice sticky-sweet and sinful. “Think you can take me in your ass while he fills up your pussy again?”

You nodded, breath trembling.

Phainon took his time, stretching you gently, letting your body adjust—and all the while Mydei kept moving in and out, dragging moans from your throat with every roll of his hips. When Phainon finally slid in behind, your breath hitched, the stretch overwhelming in the best way.

“Fuck,” Mydei groaned, watching your face twist in pleasure. “She’s perfect.”

“She’s ours,” Phainon whispered, kissing your shoulder, fingers curling around Mydei’s as they both held your hips. “Let’s take care of her together.”

They found a rhythm—one pushing in as the other pulled out, your body the perfect center of their worship. You felt them everywhere—inside you, against your skin, their mouths, their voices. Phainon kept his lips on your neck, kissing, sucking, whispering praises as he moved slow and deep.

“Ouhh, Ahhh! Feels sooo good!” you moaned out loud, your thighs trembling. Your Eyes rolling back to your head as your cheeks began to flush more.

“She’s trembling again,” he murmured to Mydei, and the deeper man smirked.

“Then let her come.”

You cried out as they rocked you into release again, your body squeezing down tight on both cocks. Mydei’s thrusts got rougher, deeper, until he was growling low and holding your hips still as he spilled deep inside your pussy—thick, hot, and claiming. You felt it coat your insides, dripping down the moment he pulled out.

But they still weren’t done.

Phainon was breathing hard, thrusts getting sloppy, his fingers sliding down to stroke your clit gently as he filled your ass with the same possessive heat. You whimpered at the stretch and fullness, body twitching as you sagged into the mattress, completely wrecked.

And then—Mydei's hand wrapped around Phainon’s cock as he pulled out, slow and firm, stroking him through the aftershocks.

“You looked good in her, pretty boy,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Phainon’s jaw.

Phainon moaned softly, his smug smile flickering into something sweet and dazed.

“Mmm… she’s still the best,” he breathed, looking down at you.

You lay there in the middle of it all—skin marked by kisses, dripping with their seed, held between their bodies like something precious.

You didn’t even know how you were still breathing.

Your body was wrecked—lips swollen, tits heavy and sore, thighs slick with a mix of spit, sweat, and seed. But even through the haze, you felt their hands again.

Phainon’s soft fingers traced along your ribs, feather-light, as he kissed just under your breast. His breath was warm, lips sticky with praise. “Still the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmured. “Look at your belly. Look at how perfect you are.”

You whined softly, hands weakly reaching for him—and behind you, Mydei was already kissing down your spine, his breath hot and hungry.

“You ready again?” he asked, voice rough but almost tender now. “You’re dripping, sweetheart. Can’t just leave you like this.”

Phainon leaned back with that soft smirk, licking your nipple slowly as his hand curled around your throat—not choking, just holding. Claiming.

“She’s never not ready,” he whispered, eyes flicking toward Mydei. “You made her like this.”

“No,” Mydei growled low, spreading your thighs again. “We did.”

And then his mouth was on your pussy.

Slow, deep licks that made you cry out, hips twitching weakly. You were so sensitive, so swollen, and he groaned into you like it was his heaven. “Tastes like us,” he grunted. “Messy little thing. I’m gonna fuck it deeper this time. Gonna make sure it stays full.”

Phainon moved up behind you this time, sliding between your thighs so he could kiss your lips while you moaned into his mouth.

“Can I tit-fuck her while you fuck her, big guy?” he asked lazily, grinning as he rubbed your breasts gently, squeezing the swollen weight in his hands. “They’re so soft now.”

“Do it,” Mydei growled.

He slid his cock between your tits, your hands holding them together while he thrust slow and smooth, the tip brushing your chin. He leaned in, licking the corner of your mouth. “Messy little mama,” he purred. “You like being used like this, don’t you?”

You nodded, moaning, mouth open and needy.

Mydei didn’t hesitate—he lined up behind you, gripped your hips like he owned you, and sank into your pussy again. It was so wet, so stretched, and yet he filled you like he was made for it. “Still tight,” he muttered, biting down on your shoulder. “Still mine.”

Phainon leaned forward, cock sliding between your tits as he kissed Mydei over your shoulder—soft, slow, breathless.

“Don’t get all worked up, old man,” he whispered. “We’re both obsessed. Admit it.”

Mydei didn’t say a word. He just kissed him back—messy and rough, like it was the only language he knew. And while they kissed, they fucked you—slow, overwhelming, worshipful.

You came again—hard, clenching around Mydei as he groaned and poured another thick creampie inside you, heat blooming deep and delicious.

Phainon followed with a messy finish across your chest, groaning your name as he slumped forward, hand on Mydei’s shoulder, their foreheads pressed together above you like two beasts who’d found home in the same woman.

And in the aftermath, you were tucked between them again—chest sticky, pussy sore and dripping, held like you were the most divine thing they’d ever touched.

Because to them?

You were.

You lay there, body completely exhausted, breath still coming in soft, shaky pants. Your skin was sticky and bruised, your chest rising and falling slowly with every breath. But as the haze of pleasure began to clear, you felt the warmth of their hands—gentle, soft now, tender as they traced every curve of your body.

Mydei was the first to shift, his large hand gently cupping your face, brushing away the sweat from your forehead. His golden eyes softened as he looked at you, his voice low and soothing.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured, kissing your temple, “did we hurt you? Are you okay?”

You nodded, letting out a soft sigh. “I’m okay, Mydei... I’m just—so full. So loved.”

Phainon moved closer from behind you, his lips brushing against the back of your neck as he ran his hands down your side, soothing the muscles that had tightened from all the intensity. He pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin.

“Never want to see you in pain,” he whispered, his tone soft, almost apologetic. “We love you, baby. So much. Always will.”

You turned your head toward him, smiling faintly as he held you tighter, his fingers gently playing with the damp strands of your hair. You could feel his lips brush your cheek, and then he kissed you softly, not hurried, just a soft reassurance.

“Look at me, baby,” Mydei murmured, leaning down to meet your eyes. His thumb gently ran across your bottom lip. “You’re perfect, you know that? Every part of you. Especially when you’re carrying our child.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest. The tenderness, the softness—it was like a whole new kind of love, one that had nothing to do with the heat of your bodies colliding but everything to do with the warmth in your hearts.

Phainon kissed your forehead softly. “You’re so good to us, sweetheart. So beautiful... we’ll take care of you. Always.”

They slowly adjusted you, lifting you gently, your tired body cradled between their arms as they both showered you with soft kisses, each one a promise. Mydei made sure to hold you close, pressing his chest against your back as Phainon rubbed your swollen belly lovingly, his hands warm and gentle.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Phainon murmured. “You’ve done more than enough, love. Let us take care of you now.”

They moved slowly, deliberately, as they wiped you down with warm towels, their hands always soft and reassuring as they cleaned you.

And when they were finished, they tucked you into bed, pillows propped up just right so you could rest comfortably. Mydei hovered over you, pressing one last kiss to your lips.

“We’ll keep you safe,” he promised quietly, his hand brushing through your hair.

Phainon settled beside you, his arms around you in a protective hold, his voice soft. “Rest, baby. You’ve given us everything. Now it’s our turn to spoil you.”

You felt their warmth surround you, their love soaking into every inch of your tired body. You weren’t just their wife, you weren’t just the woman they loved. You were their world—and they were determined to keep you safe, cherished, and always adored.

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[nepenthic-delirium]

𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓: 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

ᝰ.ᐟ SUMMARY: What's an average day like living with your two darling chrysos heirs? Well to put it lightly...it's not for the weak.

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: MYDEI + PHAINON X FEM!READER (POLY!)

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: general mydei+phainon shenanigans, reader's a bit of a grouch but can you blame her?, Aggie and Tribbie mentions, the polycule is polyculing. FLUFF!!! :3

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.2k

𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑: DID NOT PROOFREAD WE DIE LIKE KINGS. I wonder why Mydei is sleeping with his back towards reader?? Def not cuz of his tenth thoracic vertebrae hahahahahaha + Also I love myphai/phaidei so much theyre so silly. First fic on this blog yipppe!!!

The room was suffocatingly warm. 

Of course it would be, you surmised, as you were stuck between two behemoths of men; the Deliverer himself and the undying Son of Gorgo. 

However, it wasn’t bad. You actually quite liked it, even though Phainon’s limbs were intruding into your space and his leg haphazardly thrown across yours, or how Mydei’s back was turned towards you as he slept like a rock, his strawberry-blonde hair tickling the tips of your nose. 

It was nice, sweet even. You liked being in the middle, their warmth like a blanket on a cold night. Mydei, with his harsh yet caring words, and Phainon, with his rough yet soft touches. 

However.

“Get off ‘fme,” you grunt, nudging Phainon off you. God, he was heavy. “You're smuggling me.” 

Phainon groaned, snaking one hand under your waist and pulling you closer to him. He nuzzled his face into your neck, and you could feel the sly grin on his face. Bastard, you think with annoyance filled with love. 

“Nooo,” He whined, his voice high and pitchy. “I like being near you.” He parted from your neck, his lips jutting out in a comical pout. 

“You wouldn’t deprive me of my fav-” 

Slam! Your eyes widen as Mydei’s unamused face appears in your peripheral vision, his hand clutching the pillow he was just laying on. You turned your head to Phainon, who was groaning, a hand on his head. 

“What was that for, you brute!?” Phainon huffed. 

“Must you start annoying everyone in the morning?” Mydei retorted. “Your voice makes even the droma’s irritated.” 

“What-? My voice is perfectly fine!” 

You groan. Ah yes, what a very typical, average morning. 

-

“You two better not make a mess in the baths–again.” 

Phainon rolls his eyes, casting a sideways glance at Mydei. Mydei huffs, his voice rough as he responds, “Phainon was the one who started it anyway.” 

Phainon opens his mouth to respond, but you cut him off. “If I see you two arguing even once, I’m gonna make Aggie kick you out. Then I can finally have a girls night with her and Tribbie.” 

They reluctantly agree, and you hum in response, before taking a glance at them. Phainon’s silvery hair looked almost white in the bright sunlight of Okhema. His eyes, the color of the midday sky bright as he animatedly talked about the new sale for weapons in one of the shopping districts. Mydei’s eyes are straight-ahead, honey-colored eyes impassive. However, just from his body language, you can tell he’s listening, humming along and leaning his body towards Phainon’s direction. 

Once you reach the baths, you can already see people crowding around you three as they catch sight of the glimmering Deliverer, and the Crown Prince of Kremnos. You roll your eyes, pouting as you sarcastically drawl, “I wonder if they’re here to gawk at me this time.” 

Mydei laughs, the sound both foreign and yet beautiful on him. “Truly, they’re here to behold your beauty.” 

Phainon grins, adding on, “Bet they’re jealous we have the prettiest lady at our side.” 

You grin, deciding to join in even though you know the opposite of Phainon’s statement was the truth–that people, both the men and women of Okhema, were seething with rage that you were Mydei’s and Phainon’s significant other. You still vividly remember the time you saw a woman sobbing at Mydei’s favorite pancake place just because she thought you were dating him. You wonder how she’s holding up now that it’s pretty much known throughout Amphoreus that you are.

You enter the baths, heading up to the Chrysos Heir’s bathing section. Although you weren’t a Chrysos Heir, you had sidled up to Tribbie to aid your case to Aglaea, who happily responded. Besides, the perks of the Chrysos Heir’s V.I.P section was pretty good–the water was always the perfect temperature, and you always had the best girl talk with Tribbie and Aglaea, and sometimes with Hyacine as well if she visited.  (Not to mention the fact you got to see Phainon’s abs…) 

As you settle into the water, you hum contentedly as you sink in. The water, as always, calms you down. A perfect solution to the two stresses in your life–a strawberry-blonde prince and a blue-eyed deliverer. 

That’s until you hear Mydei’s words ringing through the bath. 

“Well, if you're so confident, why don’t we test it out, Deliverer?”  

“Why so boastful, Mydei? We all know who won the holding-your-breath-under-water competition last time!” 

“HKS! We’ll see about that.” 

Your eyes open in a flash. “No!” 

-    

You rub your forehead in annoyance as you scowl. Aglaea’s milky green eyes are filled with barely concealed exasperation. Tribbie’s smile is a bit strained. 

“You guys are so annoying.” You can feel your eyes twitch as Phainon opens his mouth, probably to blame Mydei for the incident at the bath. 

“Mydei provoked me–” 

“How despicable, blaming someone else for your–” 

Aglaea coughs, her eyes narrow and her voice filled with frustration. “Must you two bicker at every given moment?” 

“Just imagine how it is at home.” You roll your eyes, foot impatiently tapping the ground as you cross your arms. 

“Is it really that bad…?” Tribbie grimaces. 

“Yes.” You deadpan. 

-

“Mydei, has anyone ever told you your cooking is heavenly? Out-of-this-world? Something that not even mere mortals can comprehend?” 

You take another bite, savoring the taste on your tongue. The flavors tied so well, and holy Kephale, it just melted on your tongue. Phainon seemed to agree as well, wolfing down cuts of steak that Mydei had (generously) put on his plate. 

Dinnertime was always your favorite–even though the sun never set in Okhema, it marked the end of an eventful “day” in the Holy City. Not to mention, Mydei and Phainon were always tired after their…competitions, and it always warms your heart to see them not bickering for a change.  

You can see Mydei’s bashful grin, the tint on his pale cheeks. “If I remember correctly, you told me the same thing yesterday. And the day before that, too.” 

“I mean–” Phainon stuffs another piece of meat in his mouth, chewing before swallowing. “--she’s not wrong, now, is she?” 

Phainon and you wash the dishes after dinner, much to your dismay as Phainon can’t help but get his and your shirt’s wet from yucky, dish water. After you finally get done for the day, you brush your teeth with Mydei and Phainon, practically squished in the middle.  

Phainon jokes that he thinks he sees a pimple on Mydei’s cheek, to which Mydei retorts that Phainon needs to get his eyes checked. You think you might have to get your eyes checked with how many times you rolled your eyes just today. 

 When you finally make it to your bed, you curl around Phainon (whose in the middle this time) and Mydei hums some well-wishes of sweet dreams, you can’t help but smile. 

These two might be insufferable, annoying little brats, but you can’t help but love them. 

After all, they’re your insufferable, annoying brats.

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[azmaarts]

To enhance the experience, I made clipped parts of the soundtrack by tnbee you should listen to: https://youtu.be/DZ4qLlzC0ic

Please DO NOT watch the video... Just loop the song for the 33550336th time with me. :3

[ag40249]

amphoreus trio. do not separate.

[idillycrose]

"You two are inseparable. I still don't understand how you aren't lovers already!"

Genre and info: Fluff-Drabble || FEM!Phaidei/Myphai (Mydeimos/Mydei x Phainon) || some headcanons of mine in Third POV (in a storytelling style sort of) || there will be a female version for this!

You have been friends with these two for years! Ever since you were taken in by Tribios and taught with them under him, you had gotten along with them, though you've noticed something between them...these two, outside of fighting and training, acted differently, even the other Chrysos heirs noticed! You'd watch them, third wheeling them as if they were a couple, just standing there awkwardly while they bickered or so.

Phainon, being the tease she is, likes to pester Mydeimos, who responds with a shrug, a huff, or a sharp comment, which may seem offensive to others, but to them, it was normal between them, these two understood eachother more than themselves. Mydeimos, despite being rough around the edges, didn't actually try and hurt Phainon in any way, whenever Phainon teased her over something, she'd just go along with it, if Phainon feels hurt by something she said, she'd apologize a thousand times, even if it wasn't her strongest suit, cheering up Phainon in some way, surprising you and the other Chrysos heirs

"You can write..?" Phainon would inquire, surprised by Mydeimos' words, to which Mydeimos could only respond to with a flabbergasted stare before she huffed

"yes, I can, deliverer.."

"I had thought that they picked you as the Kremnoan archaic language tutor because they feared you" Phainon would reply, pondering the small situation, her white hair bouncing gently, showing her thoughtfulness

"I had let my people decide, even if I were their princess, if I'm not befitting for something, they can throw me from it"

"who knew the fearsome Mydei had a gentle side?"

"HKS"

You'd watch, as shocked as Phainon, though, Phainon caught Mydeimos' attention more (no offense). This was merely the beginning.

You'd sit on a rooftop after a few days, looking at the two, hiding in the shadows. The Chrysos heirs, after what you told them of this interaction, had you spy on the two, and you were sure you were dreaming. The two sat, Phainon's head on Mydeimos' lap, a Chimera held by the princess, the two conversing. Seriously, did Phainon not have something called 'personal space' when she came close to Mydeimos? What shocked you more into something of the overstimulation of your brain was that Mydeimos was okay with it, even demonstrating some of that affection, reciprocating it to Phainon. You almost fell, letting out a quiet squeal, which almost. Almost. Caught the attention of the duo. These two acted too much like a couple, even more than couples

When you had decided to ask the two about their relationship, Mydeimos denied it firmly while Phainon just called it a mere friendship, confusing you even more. What is going on with these two????? You wanted to coax it out of them, harshly or not, it just melted you from the inside, both sweetly, awkwardly, and painfully

Another time, you were sent to spy yet again, staring at the two as they sat on a boulder, a troubled look on the white-haired Chrysos heir's face, body taut, voice slightly brittle. The blonde princess sat, holding Phainon's hand firmly, his words as comforting as truthful they were. Mydeimos comforted the distressed flame-chaser, even cradling her awkwardly and mumbling some insults jokingly, which had Phainon elbow her while laughing, lightening the mood. You were finally certain that these two were lovers, they just denied it, the situationship couldn't get even more obvious

Phainon was Mydeimos' Sun, hope, light, guide... Mydeimos' was oxygen to Phainon, essential for her to live. If no one will defend Phainon, Mydeimos will do it, if people will doubt Mydeimos, Phainon will prove them wrong

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"Cheri cheri lady" —×

All credits to @sugary03 for the Idea! •Idillycrose leaves•

A silly drawing for @aratribow for the lesbians (I failed u girl, Phainon looks bad D: imma try and draw him more to get used to him)

[kxvbzs]

Hi guys, i posted a myphai / phaidei (specifically myphai) fic! It's out rn ^^! Please be sure to read the tags since it's both fluff and smut

One-sided Rivalry of Ridicule by kxvbzs - 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game) https://archiveofourown.org/works/62864869