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don't look away꒱ sunday 'n fem reader ᰔ fluff ⊹ word count 0.3k

You’re in the middle of changing when the door suddenly swings open, revealing no one other than your lover, SUNDAY. His eyes go wide before immediately darting away, the moment he realized that he had just walked in on you standing in nothing but your undergarments. “Please, excuse me. I didn’t mean for this to happen, I-I…” He spins around so fast his wings rustle in the air, his hands gripping the doorframe as if debating whether to flee or apologize again.

Your heart races, not just from the surprise, but from how utterly flustered he looks. Even after all this time together, he’s still so formal and proper—it was adorable. His wings twitch, one curling inward as if trying to shield his face, but it didn’t hide the deep blush blooming across his cheeks.

“I should have knocked,” he mutters, voice tight with guilt. “Or you should have—” He swallows. “The door, I mean. Locked. That is to say, I—” Watching him stumble over his words, his usual composure shattered. He’s adorable. Too adorable.

“I will be leaving now,” he declares at last, lifting a wing as if to fully hide himself from the world.

“But…” You take a slow step toward him, feeling bold and worst of all, in the mood to tease him. Dear Aeons, please spare him this time. “What if I wanted you to see?”

Freeze. Sunday stood there, and he didn’t dare to turn around, but you see how his shoulders tense, how his wings ruffle as if betrayed by his own emotions. “…That would be highly inappropriate,” he manages, though his voice wavers.

“Hmm, is that so? You still haven’t moved.” Silence. His fingers tighten on the frame, his wings fluttering ever so slightly.

“…May I turn around?” he asks, almost breathless and helpless, a quiet sound of flustered panic left his lips before he bowed his head lower, ears tinted pink. That’s when you smile. “You may.” Sunday hesitates, then slowly turns, golden eyes meeting yours—flustered, uncertain, but undeniably drawn in. He can't get any cuter.

“If this is your wish…” he whispers, stepping closer because he doesn’t look away this time.

© MYDERIS. do not translate, plagiarize, or steal my work.

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accidentally calling him my love ꒱ (separate!) mydei, phainon, anaxa 'n fem reader ᰔ fluff ⊹ word count 0.7k

“Here, my love.” You never meant for it to slip out. The pet name just fell from your lips, casually addressing MYDEIMOS in front of the other Chrysos Heirs, without even realizing it. The silence that followed felt like an eternity, each heir's gaze drilling into you, waiting for something, anything.

You immediately panicked, heat rushing to your face. You scrambled, stumbling over your words, "I mean... my love for pomegranate juice is greater than that of Mydei!" You laughed, hoping to play it off, but inside, you were a nervous wreck. You could practically feel the sweat forming at the back of your neck. No one seemed to buy it—no one except Mydei, that is. He neither smiled nor frowned, and didn't deny anything either.

Instead, he merely turned back to the group, dismissing the awkward moment as if it never happened. "She is drinking too much again," he muttered, gently shaking the glass of juice you handed him. The others scattered, none daring to press any further, but the words hung in the air.

You took that as your cue to make a quick exit, though your mind was still reeling from the slip-up. As you turned to leave, you could feel every eye on Mydei, waiting for him to say something, to react, to tell a white lie but there was only silence. That was typical of him—a warrior of few words, and in this case, the quiet answer was enough to keep everyone guessing.

You’re laughing with the other Chrysos Heirs, trying to keep it light, trying not to let your gaze linger too long on him. PHAINON, with his soft smile and perfect posture, standing across the room, effortlessly charming as always.

The conversation goes on and on, and you’re caught off guard when someone asks for your opinion. You start to answer, distracted by the way his lips quirked up into a smirk. “Of course, my love—” The words tumble out before you can stop them.

The room goes silent, every head turning in your direction. You feel your heart stop, then start hammering so loudly you’re sure everyone can hear it. Heat creeps up your cheeks, and your palms feel sweaty.

“My what?” Mydei echoes, eyebrows raised and arms crossed. You blink, then force a laugh, the sound too high-pitched for your liking. “Oh, you know me. I call everyone that. My biggest love is probably food, anyway.” You grin, hoping to fool them, but they don't buy it.

Before anyone can question you further, Phainon steps in. His voice is smooth as silk, and his delivery is on time. “Ah, don’t we all? Food might be my greatest love too.” His words flow like a melody, casually deflecting the attention from you.

Your stomach twists. You stammer out some excuse about needing air, then leave, feeling all the eyes shift from you to him. As you slip out the door, you can still hear his laugh—light, charming, and so convincing. But you know Phainon well enough to guess: he’s handling the situation too well.

“I don't know, my love,” you had said to him, and the moment it escaped your lips, you froze. So did everyone else. The other Chrysos Heirs, curious eyes and quick wits turn to you as one. They don’t miss anything, and neither does he.

You laugh. Too loud, too abrupt, the kind that claws at your own nerves. “Oh, don’t flatter yourself, ANAXAGORAS,” you say, rolling your eyes, “What, do you think I call everyone ‘love’? Don't think you're so special, in fact, why don't you start being nicer to people?”  

You don’t wait to see the ripple effect of your words, already retreating to the edge of the room. You feel the sweat gathering at the nape of your neck, a creeping warmth rising under your skin. Your heart pounds louder with every step toward the exit.  

Behind you, the Heirs glance back at him. Anaxa, unbothered by anything, leans back in his chair, continuing to read his book. A faint smirk curves his lips. “An act,” he says simply, his tone is demanding, enough to silence even the boldest gazes. “You all know I’m a performer, after all.” 

No denial. No confirmation.  

You don’t dare look back, the weight of their stares trailing you like shadows. But you know him too well. That look in his eyes when you left? That wasn’t part of any act.

© MYDERIS. do not translate, plagiarize, or steal my work.

[myderis]

Hii this is my first time sending out something in an ask box but I just want to say that I love your blog and works so much omg gives you tons of /p kisses and hugs your fics adds a thousand of years into my life span everytime I read them ^_^ ♡♡

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[myderis]

Hello! Can I ask for the hex numbers for the colors you have for Mydei please, it’s really pretty!

hi hi !! i'm sorry for the late reply and of course you can , here they are in order ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و #fff7d9 #cf4438 #ae0d17

[myderis]

Hi hello!! I wanted to share smth. I LOVE LOVE LOOOOVE your fics so much <333 i have been continuingly eating them up omg. HEAVY on the mydei ones (im biased) please keep making such masterpiece of literature 🥰🙏🏻

(also if its not too rude to ask, where did you find the animated heart lines you use? I've been looking for them but couldnt find it :( )

— mydei #1 fan

hello !! (๑ > ᴗ < ๑) i'm so sorry for the late reply and thank you so much for the kind words , i will make sure to deliver more mydei content for you !!

the animated heart divider is done by @/cafekitsune i will leave the link here but i changed my posts' layout because by mistake i didn't read her rules and edited the divider to match phainon and anaxa color palette (_ _ ) . . z Z yeah , don't be like me and read the creator's rules !!

anyway , i hope you are doing good , sending much love your way !! ♡︎

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a little bit of you ꒱ mydei 'n fem reader ᰔ fluff ⊹ word count 0.3k

MODERN!AU in which BOXER!MYDEIMOS was blessed with an adorable baby girl—however, there’s one thing you’re still lovingly sulking over: you carried this sweet girl for nine months, only for her to come out as her father’s perfect mini-me. Not that you’re upset, it’s just so obvious whose genes took the lead.

From your spot on the couch, you watch Mydei sitting cross-legged on the rug, your 7-month-old baby in his arms. He gently tickles her, drawing out a cascade of giggles. The resemblance between them is almost unfair. The same blond hair (which you’re sure will deepen to strawberry blond), those sunlit honey eyes, squishy cheeks, and pouty lips that make her endlessly kissable. Even the little pink ribbon headband she’s wearing matches the one Mydei has perched on his own head.

Your heart swells as you take in the sight of them. “She’s the cutest baby,” you muse to yourself, though it’s hardly surprising. Of course, she is—how could she not be, with the two of you as her parents?

Mydei notices your soft pout and chuckles, his gaze never leaving your daughter. “Are you upset again?” he asks teasingly, as he helps your daughter stay on her legs, well, she mostly bounces in the air. Her tiny fingers curl tightly around his, making his soft expression melt further. For a man whose career revolves around throwing punches, he’s rather gentle with his family.

You fold your arms and sigh, more dramatically than necessary. “I’m not upset. I’m very happy, actually. It’s just… she’s such a Daddy’s girl.” He looks up at you then, his face softening even more, if that’s possible. His messy hair falls into his eyes, but he doesn’t seem to care. “Daddy’s girl, huh?” he murmurs, then, he smiles at the baby, tilting his head toward her and her laughter echoes in the room again.

Gently, he adds, “She’s got the shape of your eyes, though. And the shape of your eyebrows. Your nose too.” He trails off, planting a soft kiss on the baby’s forehead. “But most importantly, she’s got your smile.”

And just like that, you’re falling in love with him all over again.

© MYDERIS. do not translate, plagiarize, or steal my work.

[myderis]

hello , everyone (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) i am so sorry for being inactive and not posting , i currently have personal issues that i need to deal with, and it may take longer than expected , but i hope everything will fall into place so i can have time to write again. when i do come back i will probably change the theme and the post layouts ꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱ i hope you are all well and taking care of yourself , love you lots 𖹭

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love bites ꒱ mydei 'n fem reader ᰔ fluff 'n suggestive ⊹ word count 0.7k

MYDEI loved fiercely, the way only a warrior could—tender and untamed. The softness of his lips contrasting to how his fingers gripped your waist, after all, he was a child born under the influence of the God of Strife, a lion raised in war destined to fight, conquer, and guard his pride.

And just like a lion, he marked what was his. His teeth grazed the back of your neck, a possessive bite that made you ache for more, feeling the heat of his breath against your skin and it was maddening, the way he claimed your body and soul.

If someone had told you in the past that one day you’d be in a secret relationship with the prince of Kremnos, you would’ve laughed outright. The thought alone seemed absurd, almost impossible. But here you were hiding from prying eyes and mouths full of gossip.

The secret garden, aptly named by you, as what you do must remain a secret. Mydei had you pinned, his body pressed close, his hands exploring every inch of you, and when his soft lips met yours, demanding and giving, leaving you breathless. Kisses were traded like whispered secrets, stolen and deepened until soft gasps escaped your lips and you felt him smirk.

And just as your head tilted back, letting him have his fun, the sound of approaching footsteps, and rather familiar voice were caught in the distance. You froze. Mydei stiffened, his lips still lingering on your skin as both of you turned toward the sound. A figure stood at the edge of the clearing, eyes wide, mouth slightly open in shock.

“I apologize for the interruption and my uninvited presence at such a time." It was Aglaea the Goldweaver, the one bearing the Coreflame of Romance…She wasn’t shocked to find you together, she was surprised by Mydei’s affection towards you.

For once, you don’t pity her—that she doesn’t need light to measure the world, because the threads tell her more than enough. And this time, those threads had woven her right to you. Aglaea hesitated, her head tilting as though trying to decide whether to retreat or approach. Then, softly, she spoke again. “I need your help. It’s an important matter.”

You sighed, not wanting to be away from Mydei just yet, but when you glanced at him, his eyes met yours. Silently, they permitted you to go. “I will make it up to you, my love.” And as you kissed him goodbye, he didn’t fully turn around to watch you leave. His presence stayed, like a ghost kiss on your skin, as if he was with you even if he wasn't.

Aglaea placed a hand lightly on your arm as you turned to follow her. “I won’t tell anyone about this,” she promised, gently smiling at you. “Your secret is safe with me.” After all, she is your best friend and she keeps her promises.

Now, hours later in the company of Aglaea and Phainon, the golden threads of her robes shining bright as she adjusted them, you absentmindedly brushed a loose strand of hair back over your shoulder.

“Woah… What happened to you, (Name)?” Phainon’s voice caught you off guard because he seemed rather impressed.

You blinked at him, confused. “What?”

“That thing on your neck…” He pointed at his own neck to mimic the spot. “Is that a hickey?” Your eyes went wide as you panicked. A nervous laugh escaped your lips. “Oh, that is, um…” You turned to Aglaea, silently begging for help, but she was too busy adjusting her garmentmaker to notice. “That is a…”

“Something you have been hiding from me?” Phainon smirked, leaning back in his chair, clearly enjoying your embarrassment, to the point where he wanted to make you tell him everything in his special way.

“No! I was just… cuddling with a baby lion,” you blurted out, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. Phainon raised a brow, very skeptical. “A baby lion? Well, that’s cute. So when do I get to meet your new little pet?”

Before you could come up with another excuse, the door opened, and a familiar figure stepped in. It was Mydei. Phainon glanced between you and him, his smirk growing wider. He leaned in, and you just wanted to wipe the smile off his face. “Actually, I think I’ve already met him.”

© MYDERIS. do not translate, plagiarize, or steal my work.

[myderis]

flame reaver!phainon recognises you, despite his fraying conscience.

he recognises your eyes, the two orbs that shine so gently on him like the soothing glow of moonlight. in his dark world, your light keeps him from completely losing himself. and he's fighting hard to overcome the darkness that's consuming him at his core, fighting hard to return to you.

"phainon! i know you're in there, please stop this! this isn't you", your desperate call echoes in his hollow shell as he continues to attack the people who he fought side by side with, as if on instinct. and on instinct too, his attacks are never directed at you.

his focus was on the other chrysos heirs when you slip at a fortunate opening, embracing him in your arms despite the danger that you couldn't afford to care about, "it's alright. you're safe now. i'll keep you safe".

under your touch, his mask cracked, along with his heart. what have he done? putting the love of his life in danger like this, when he swore an oath to keep you out of harm's way for as long as he's alive.

i'm sorry. i'm so sorry. please forgive me.

you caress away the lone tears falling down his cheek as his arms tightened around your body, possessive and desperate. he must be so scared, of losing himself, and special you.

a soft kiss to his forehead, and a gentle hum of a familiar lullaby from his destroyed homeland, and the flame reaver unravelled itself. an enemy subdued, a friend saved, a lover returned.

✿ AUTHOR'S NOTE ✿

a quick one before i continue with my delulu alone 𖹭

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one less, a hundred more ꒱ mydei 'n fem reader ᰔ fluff ⊹ word count 0.2k

Sweat glistens on MYDEI’s exposed chest as he lowers himself down, muscles taut and rippling with every movement. You lie beneath him, grinning as you count each push-up, more specifically, each kiss he steals between reps.

“Twenty-six,” you murmur as his lips brush against yours again, rough but warm, carrying that rare gentleness he only shows to you. He chuckles, his breath fanning over your skin. “Counting kisses instead of push-ups? I see where your priorities are.”

You smirk, your fingers gently tracing the red markings across his body. “Can you blame me?”

Mydei dips down again, this time his lips press firmly against yours before he lifts himself back up, “Twenty-seven,” you whisper, the number barely leaving your mouth before he’s back for more.

The count continues, and every now and then, he pauses just enough to let you feel the warmth of his body, the weight of his devotion, and the love in his eyes before resuming.

“Fifty… fifty-one…”

By the time you reach ninety-nine, you sigh, and he doesn't like the look in your eyes. “Hmm… seems like we’re one short of a hundred.”

Mydei’s brows knit together, his warrior’s pride surfacing, not wanting to be damaged. “One short?”

You tilt your head innocently. “You know the rules, my love~ If it’s not a full set, you start over.”

He freezes for a second before he realizes what your plan has been all along. “You—” He can't be angry at you, but with a roll of his eyes, he lowers himself again, this time slower, knowing exactly what to do at times like this when you teased him. “If that’s how you want to play it… Then I better make sure you count properly this time.”

His lips capture yours once more, lingering just a little bit longer. “One,” you whisper, grinning against him as he smirks, and so, he starts again.

© MYDERIS. do not translate, plagiarize, or steal my work.

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honeycakes ꒱ mydei 'n fem reader ᰔ fluff ⊹ word count 0.4k

MYDEIMOS had never been one for idle indulgences, but here he was, standing before you with a carefully wrapped Golden Honeycake in his hands. He had noticed, of course—how your hunger struck at the same hours every day, how your eyes would flit toward food stalls but you’d brush it off with a laugh. It was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.

So why had he gone through the trouble of making this for you? The scent of warm honey and spice wraps around you as you take a bite of the fluffy cakes. The delicate flavors melt on your tongue, sweet and rich, as you hum in delight, savoring the treat before glancing up at the man who gave it to you.

“Mydei, why do you even carry these around?” you ask, tilting your head. His entire frame stiffens. A warrior, a prince, a legend in his own right—reduced to a flustered mess by a simple question. His lips part, then close, his golden eyes darting anywhere but at you. “I… I just happened to have them.”

A pause.

“…In perfect condition?”

“Yes.”

“Still warm?”

“…Yes.”

You raise a brow, and he clears his throat, clearly thinking of a way out. “You’re always hungry at this hour. A warrior should never fight on an empty stomach so—” He stops, realizing he’s said too much.

For a moment, you consider teasing him, pressing the matter further just to see that rare, adorable panic cross his face again. But the honeycake is far too delicious, and honestly, the warmth of his thoughtfulness lingers just as sweetly. So instead, you simply nod, offering him a small, grateful smile before taking another bite.

Mydei watches you. Not in a strange or unsettling way—he just… watches. He never thought something as simple as eating could make his heart race like this. You’re radiant in the glow of the never-setting sun, utterly content, and for a moment, he forgets where he is.

What have you done to me? How is it possible that the battlefield, the weight of his name, the blood-stained history of his family…none of it matters as much as this? As much as you?

A voice pulls him back.

“Mydei?” He blinks, suddenly aware that you’ve been calling his name. You’re looking at him now, curious and slightly concerned. “I wanted to share the honeycakes with you,” you say, holding a piece out toward him. He doesn’t deserve this. But gods, he wants it. 

Taking the offered piece, his fingers brush against yours—warm, fleeting, but enough to make him a nervous wreck. The battlefield is where his heart should be hardened, not softened by the sight of you enjoying a simple treat.

The mighty prince of Kremnos, the undying Mydeimos, is in love.

© MYDERIS. do not translate, plagiarize, or steal my work.

[myderis]

more than obvious ꒱ anaxa 'n fem reader ᰔ fluff ⊹ word count 0.5k

“ANAXA—” 

“Rule number one,” Anaxagoras interrupts, as he holds up his hand making you pause mid-sentence. He is always so oppressive, it's like he's someone of a very high caliber, and it doesn't matter even if he is, he might not act so mean when you want to talk to him.

“Fine. Anaxagoras,” you huff, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes, “But you’re not fooling anyone. You’ve been avoiding my question for weeks now. Come on, you know what I’m talking about.”

The Sage glanced back and you saw the faintest gleam of annoyance crossing his otherwise emotionless face. “If I knew, would I be standing here enduring your never-ending prattle,” he replied dryly. “Enlighten me, what is it you believe I’m hiding?”

"Don’t play dumb. It doesn’t suit you."  

"Neither does your constant need to interrupt." Each word that left his mouth was dripping with sarcasm. There’s no denying that it’s in his blood to speak and act that way. "Rule number two: silence is golden. Perhaps try it sometime."  

You rolled your eyes once again. “You’re telling me you’ve never been interested in someone? Like—ever?” He stopped walking, turning just enough for you to see his arched brow. “What a waste of time,” he said, not daring to give you more answers

Sighing, you tried to mask the frustration bubbling inside you. “A waste of time? Then why do you tolerate me?”

His lips quirked into a sly, knowing smile, but he said nothing.

“Don’t give me that smug look! If you don’t care about people, then why—” Why does he have to be so… so him? Quiet, distant, like the entire world revolves around the pursuit of truth and knowledge. He could spend hours debating the existence of celestial beings, but when it comes to human emotion? Absolutely clueless.  

"Why can’t you just admit it already?" you snap. "You know how I feel, and I’m not blind. I’ve seen how you look at me!"  

"How I look at you?" he repeats, tilting his head like you’re an experiment gone wrong. "What an astounding observation. Truly, your skills as a logician are unmatched."  

"Don’t pretend this doesn’t mean anything!" Your voice rises more than intended to do so. His lips twitch again, it’s not a smile, you’re not sure what is it anymore. "If you’re referring to your unexplainable fascination with me, it’s hardly a secret. Your melodrama makes it rather… obvious."  

Heat rises to your face. "Just tell me if you have a crush, Anaxa—”

He smirks faintly before gently flicking your forehead. “First,” he said, his fingers still on your skin before he did it again, and you flinched back, rubbing the spot. “never call me that. Second, you’re hopeless.”

“Hopeless?”

"It’s useless to get so angry," he says with a shrug, already turning away. "The reason and the answer to your question are more than obvious. If you can’t see it, perhaps your next pursuit should be self-awareness."  

And just like that, he leaves, and you stood there, stunned, as realization slowly dawned on you.

© MYDERIS. do not translate, plagiarize, or steal my work.

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sweet like candy ꒱ anaxa 'n fem reader ᰔ fluff 'n slight suggestive ⊹ word count 0.2k

His voice, stripped of anxiety, is a melody—soft, alluring, and lingering like a secret you never want to let go of. His lips meet yours, soft and certain, a connection so potent it feels like a crime, one without logic or restraint. A grand love revolution, breaking every law of reason.

Your body hums, trembling against him, your back pressed to the wall as his hand cradles your face, the other entwined with yours. ANAXA's touch is steady, grounding, yet it sends your senses into overdrive. Sweet like candy, like honey dripping slow—yes, that’s exactly what it is, a pleasure too indulgent to resist.

Your eyes meet again, and again, between breaths and kisses, as if confirming what you already know. Every thought and heartbeat, every kiss is a conspiracy against any reason, a growing wave of emotions pressing further revealing the significance of what’s desired and needed, and what’s already yours.

The sage whispers something you don’t seem to understand, you don’t want to. His grip tightens, leaning in like he can't get close enough. “I don’t need it, I don’t need any of this.” That’s what he has told you before, however, he is not very good at lying. He needs it, Anaxa needs you, so there’s no reason to stop. Not now, not ever.

© MYDERIS. do not translate, plagiarize, or steal my work.

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the secrets that you keep ꒱ mydei 'n fem reader ᰔ fluff ⊹ word count 0.3k

"Phainon told me you talk about me when you sleep." What was supposed to be a casual hangout between close friends instantly became the moment MYDEI regretted ever knowing you. Irritation colored his face, maybe anger too. Oh, is this expression of someone being in denial? "That's adorable," you added with a teasing grin.  

"Enjoy his company while you can. It’ll be the last time you hear anything from him." Leaning closer and resting your head against his shoulder. "You didn't deny it." A mistake. He shoved you off—hard. You tumbled from the rock you were sitting on, landing not so gracefully on the ground below.  

"You believe anything he tells you," Mydei muttered, refusing to meet your gaze. You, however, couldn’t look away from him. The great Mydeimos—The Undying, the fearless lion of Kremons. Yet, all you saw was a cornered kitten.  

Pushing yourself up, you stepped toward him. He tensed as you gently cupped his face, your touch careful, deliberate. His hands twitched at his sides, ready to shove you away again, but this time, he didn’t.  

"Even though you're so mean to me," you murmured, your voice impossibly soft, as you take a better look at him. Those honeyed eyes, trying to lie to you, but the eyes are the key to the soul. "I know you love me." His lips parted, but no words came out.

"You’re wrong." He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Am I?" You smiled, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. He wanted to protest, to deny, as he always did but silence greeted you instead, his stubbornness will be the death of him.

Even now, as his body betrayed him by staying still beneath your touch, his pride wouldn't let him admit it. Mydei did what he always did when the battle turned against him—he changed the rules.

Before you could react, his arms were on your waist, and a startled gasp escaped your lips as you found yourself hoisted over his shoulder. You had entered the lion's den. This was his territory. And it was dangerous.

“Don’t start games you can't win.” But you don’t worry about that. The game was won long ago. He just needs to acknowledge the fact that he lost.

© MYDERIS. do not translate, plagiarize, or steal my work.

[myderis]

mydei is a girl dad , no he is he the ultimate girl dad. i can fully imagine him wearing pink tutus and golden tiaras sitting on a small pink chair at the tea table surrounded by the other guests (plushies) as his princess puts make up on him. he has his arms crossed and a little frown on his face but seeing her smile makes it worth it. also he is getting scolded for not drinking more tea and talking with the guests.

[myderis]

Your Mydei works I so delicious, more Mydei fluff please I need it. It’s my life, everything. Don’t give please, I need you. LMAO.

your wish is my command ⁽⁠⁽⁠◝⁠(⁠ ⁠•⁠௰⁠•⁠ ⁠)⁠◜⁠⁾⁠⁾ can i talk about how i love your mydei works and his characterisation ... i'm so in love !! pardon me , if you see me fangirling ʕ⁠ ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ here's a mini mydei from a fellow mydei lover to another.

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fair play…maybe ꒱ mydei, phainon, anaxa 'n fem reader ᰔ fluff ⊹ word count 0.5k

You smile as you turn to the Trailblazer, recounting an old memory from your childhood. "One time when MYDEI challenged me to a sparring match. He thought he could win because he was taller and stronger. Poor guy."

"You threw sand in my eyes." Walking behind with his arms crossed, was your favorite and only sparring partner. Shrugging your shoulders, you grinned at your friend from another world. "It’s called using my environment. Don’t tell me you’re still bitter about it."

"It’s called cheating," Mydei grumbles, arms still crossed. "I had sand in my hair for weeks."

You chuckle and look away, pretending to be innocent. "What? No, I never cheat... Okay, fine, maybe more than once. But he doesn’t need to know that." You lean toward the Trailblazer, whispering the last part while your eyes gaze at the prince.

The three of you continue exploring Castrum Kremnos, the ruins around you standing as a reminder of the past, their beauty still undeniable despite the decay. Mydei keeps a quiet pace behind you, but you can tell he's not truly mad about the sand—just reminiscing.

“My love, please stop doing that.” PHAINON sighed, watching you hold your cards, clearly plotting your victory. You were close to winning, if not for your very observant boyfriend.

“Stop doing what?” you peeked over from your cards, feigning innocence, trying to convince him that you weren’t up to anything sneaky. He really should sleep more, he was starting to hallucinate things.

“Hmm, I see. Fine by me, if you want to play like this.”

Uh-oh, trouble. You knew exactly where this was going. He already knew your tricks, but he was letting you think you had the upper hand.

"Are you sure you want to keep going?" His voice had a knowing tone, though his lips curled into that damned smirk. You smiled sheepishly, realizing he was playing along. But that didn’t mean you were about to let it go that easily. You leaned in close, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "I’m sorry, love. Learn to accept losing."

He raised an eyebrow, but apologies can also be accepted with kisses.

No more philosophy, no more scholars, practical study, or politics… For once you are enjoying the peace, and unknowingly, ANAXA follows you here, ready to perhaps congratulate you for the well-done job at the Grove of Epiphany.

“You certainly know how to get someone’s attention. Quite impressive, darling.” His voice was calm as always, and all you wanted was an escape from all this tension and unnecessary stress, but apparently, you attract the things you don't want. You turned to face him, trying to mask your exhaustion. “I’m quite the charmer, you see,”

But the sage wasn’t fooled, not by you. He never was because, to him, you were an open book, one he’d read countless times but still found endlessly fascinating. Anaxa tilted his head, observing you and you knew what was coming. 

“I may not believe in gods,” he said softly, stepping closer, “but I believe in you. You did well, still tell me … was it really your work? Or was it borrowed brilliance?” You sighed, letting your head rest on his chest, and by the silence, he got his answer and for the first time in a long while, the sage didn’t press any further.

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