#phaidei oneshot

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𝔏𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔞 𝔉𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯

HSR 3.0 # PHAIDEI

You’d think after seeing a friend go through an arduous trial, risking his life for ascension to godhood, that a natural course of events would follow. Saying you’re “there if they need anything”, down to go for a drink, things of that nature.

But Mydei and Phainon decided to raise the heat in the baths when it comes to stress relief.

“There’s no such word as “fear” in the Kremnoan language.”

“Let’s put that to the test.”

sfw with a little . . . tension 🩶 wc 2.1k

(art @ KlayrG twt)

One would assume that warriors who have fought countless battles, ripped apart mortal flesh, beings imbued with strength beyond the human imagination would conduct themselves with the responsibility, grace, and dignity the power requires. And yet, Phainon and Mydeimos couldn’t resist regressing to childlike tendencies when near each other, partaking in ten-day sword fights and bickering like children—or an old married couple.

Their recent feud had commenced from Mydei’s approach to the other from behind him at the baths, finding himself… hesitant. For as many eons as his existence had stretched, the times where Mydei wasn’t immediately defensive or drawing his sword were few and far between. Endlessly scrolling through the possibilities in his head while standing right behind Phainon was becoming unentertaining, but he knew he needed to say something. “How could I greet him after coming back from the Core Flame trial?” Such a test of will, his hatred almost getting him ripped apart in the process. No one said it was easy ascending to become a demigod. But of course, Mydei knew he would be okay. “I know that man can pull through,” he had remarked to Tribbie. He was confident back then, but where had it gone now?

“How’s your recovery coming along, my friend?” Too nice. “Why don’t you take a bath to recharge?” What voice in his head was coming up with these? That didn’t even sound like Mydei. Instead, he settled for something more fitting of his…personality. “Am I seeing things? Or is the magnificent Deliverer finally deigning to step outside?” Mydei crossed his arms over his chest as Phainon barely turned to face him, “hmph”ing like a child. “What kind of a response is that?”

Phainon relaxes and turns around, his nose scrunching up like a bunny, “Nothing. I was just imitating your usual response.” He smirks slightly, adjusting one hand to his hip. Anyone could see the gleam of his bright blue eyes, taking this as a small victory, and Mydei could only roll his eyes at the implication. Phainon inquired about his future ascension, but right now, Mydei didn’t want to think about it, or even explain it. Phainon couldn’t sense divine presence on Mydei, his hesitance reeking off for all to see.

Until Phainon started reciting lines of poetry, gazing off into the distance, maintaining eye contact once he was done. Mydei narrowed his eyes in confusion, ”What are you playing at this time?” Phainon continued, “Surely the dear crown prince of Kremnos knows how to appreciate some poetry?” Mydei’s heart thumped a little harder in his chest the way he emphasised the word dear. Had he imagined that? Why was he always playing games? The last few days have been a chaotic blur, he must just be making things up. But he was worried this immortal vessel would betray him. “Control yourself, Mydei,” he urged himself. He cleared his throat in an attempt to regain dominance over the conversation, asserting “Kremnoans steer clear from such weak literature, but my library has collections of such a kind—“ Wait. Was Phainon smiling? His smirk wasn’t this big at the start of their conversation.

Whatever. Phainon began excitedly ranting on, analysing the poet’s yearning for home, et cetera. Mydei couldn’t help staring at his eyes though. The way they shine and reflect the gold from the baths in those marbled eyes. That nonchalant facade he puts up, even though he feels everything so deeply. Maybe if Mydei was closer to human, he would long for that kind of enthusiasm. Maybe it’s something he’s been missing. “I know how to interpret poetry, HKS.” If Mydei’s mean and dismissive enough to him, his feelings won’t be exposed, right? Such fickle emotions have no room for Kremnoans, their fate subjecting them to bloodshed. Perhaps, he can push off the pain of their inevitable farewell. Phainon always fights to be a hero, at his own expense.

Phainon chuckled, his eyes closing into crescent moons, teeth exposed. “So quaint… so human,” Mydei drifted into his own mind. “I guess there’s no need to be profound. Thanks for getting me out of a tight spot, but you’re clearly not ready for the trial either.” If Mydei paid attention, he could even hear the worry in his voice behind that smile. Imagine that. The Nameless Hero, Chrysos Heir, pleading with wide eyes for Mydei to be safe. Mydei almost cracked a smile at the thought. “This little scoundrel… always pointing out the obvious.”

However, their situations for ascension weren’t the same, and Mydei made sure it was duly noted. “I can’t ascend until I resolve the issues of my people first.” What came next didn’t need to be said aloud, but Phainon still stated it anyway. “So do you, the mighty Mydeimos…” his voice drops a little lower as he steps closer to Mydei, “…wish to defy the tradition that has endured among your people for millennia?”

Mydei sighed in frustration at the contemplation of such a decision, still thinking about what to do. As his hand rubbed his head, he could see Phainon’s cheek turning a tinge of red, as he took two paces back to where he once stood. What was he embarrassed about? “Never mind… I suppose it’s not my place to offer you counsel.” Except Mydei could find himself talking to him through the day. Despite their banter and bickering, they were like reigniting sparks whether in the heat of a battle or the mundane, walking Amphoreus’ paths. Couldn’t all things in life happen this easily?

“An idea does strike me though…” There’s that mischievous look. “Go ahead. Let’s see what terrible idea you’ve come up with this time.” Yet he’d partake in all his ”terrible ideas”. Why? Perhaps he doesn’t have the words for it. Phainon, arms crossed over his armour, strides forward two paces, cocking his head to the side at Mydei, his voice dropping slightly lower. “Maybe we both need to relieve some stress. Let’s recommence our previous competition…”

And all the Gods should have struck Mydeimos down for the thoughts that ran laps around his head when he heard that sentence. Mydei shouldn’t even give him all this credit, or fuel his ego for making his body act in unpredictable ways. He couldn’t even look into his eyes, or what would Phainon see? He knew he was smart. He had to surrender.

“We’ll see who can stay in the super hot bath for longer!” Phainon smiled cheekily, eyebrows furrowed with a fire in his belly, ready to face off his opponent, but he hadn’t anticipated how challenging this would be on the body… and mind. Mydei was still rendered speechless, and Phainon always got a kick out of making him stutter. “You chickening out already?” bumping his shoulder with his own. He barely hit him with strength, yet he seemed slightly off guard by it. “Is he okay today… he seems so flustered.” Mydei’s weird mood aside, Phainon was determined to win the competition.

“The phrase “chickening out” does not exi—“

“…exist in Kremnoan language. I understand, you can save me the spiel. We’re here to relieve stress… is that okay with you my dear prince?”

Mydei wasn’t sure whether to be more offended by the vomit-inducing pet name or interrupting his sentence, and predicting it correctly! Mydei was losing his grips on this conversation, but luckily their competition wasn’t wirh words. He grunts dismissively. “Whatever. Let’s do this. I’ll have to teach you some royal etiquette.” But nothing Mydei wanted to teach him was royal… or anything of etiquette at all. Well, he should save that for another day.

With that, the sauna battle had commenced, both men face to face mere inches apart, stripping down from their full armour to robes. Mydei’s armour was already minimal, so he merely removed the metal and wore shorts. The water splashed as they got in making areas of Phainon’s robe transparent, clinging to his chest, and Mydei made no show of hiding it. Looking at his porcelain skin, sculpted by the gods, tracing down to his abdomen so clearly defined, converging at the V, how he wished he could just get a taste—“Eyes up here~” Phainon remarked sweetly, with Mydei rolling his eyes as Phainon winked. It was a relief Phainon was no mind-reader, or Mydei would’ve made sure he was no longer immortal. The two men’s unrelenting resolve heated up the water around them, the steam rising up to the heavens themselves, their faces growing redder and blood rushing all around their bodies.

Phainon was started to feel weaker in the fight, but of course didn’t let it show. His hair was clinging to his face, and as he blinked, he relied on Mydei’s orange hair to maintain focus. Mydei’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut, biting his bottom lip as he let out a visceral grunt in anguish, and Phainon fought to resist this temptation. But this he failed, as he indulged in the sound, and not only the possible sound of victory… the sound of Mydei in pain, like a particular elixir unable to find elsewhere. He wished to have it on repeat in his memories, his own guilty pleasure, witnessing someone so noble and respected make sounds so depraved. He couldn’t help but get cocky, relishing in it. “Hah… chickening out a-already Mydei? All hot and bothered?” Practically panting to get the words out of his mouth. Gods. The way his eyes flicked open in anger. It had Phainon’s blood rushing to piss him off, in all the right places.

“…Get lost.” He shook his head a little in annoyance. You wish.

The poor bath attendant nearby had been asking anxiously whether to turn down the bath temperature, but nothing could dial down the tension running between them. It was Phainon’s turn to make noises in distress, and Mydei to “hmph” in response. So weak…he doesn’t even know what he’s dealing with.

For another unknown stretch of time, their match persisted, both of them in grunting matches, unaware of the multitude of innocents falling faint around them. Until the water sploshed around suddenly in the pool. Phainon’s body had fallen faint outside of the pool, lying on the ground face up, one arm to his forehead, one leg barely propped up as the other lay dead on the ground. He breathed heavily out into the sky, cursing and whining under his breath. “Fuck… why did I have to lose!!” He could hear that evil laugh already. Mydei reopened his eyes at his victory, both hands on his hips stepping out of the pool, kneeling down next to Phainon’s body on his knees. He used one hand to reach around Phainon’s neck, lifting his face up to his own, so close they could hear the other’s heartbeat. His gravelly, deep voice was heat unlike the one from the baths. It ravaged Phainon’s whole body making him shake in anticipation. “Know your place.” Gods.

Not only had Phainon lost, but he was never living this down. This was a highly unfortunate position to be found in by Aglaea, Hyacine and Tribbie. He was surrounded by beings who have lived thousands of years, there was no way they'd forget! And worst of all, the little demons in his mind wanted Mydei to show him his place. Not with rampant sexual tension in close proximity, not in battle with their swords and evasion tactics to speak for them. He wanted to be shown directly. With those hands.

“What a spectacle of folly.” If not for Aglaea’s flowery language, she would be listing profanities. Phainon was still so dazed from the encounter none of Aglaea’s words were sticking in his mind, but he heard Mydei mention “escort home…awestruck by…formidable… presence?” The challenge was his idea. How could he lose? This is a loss that would sting for the rest of his days. “This… i-isn’t fair..” is all he could manage to speak from his exhaustion on the ground. “You are wearing…way less… than I am.” Mydei was always so imposing with his being. The heat from those baths didn’t aid in fighting off all the thoughts of abandoning control to Phainon, letting him touch him roughly, show him his place. Wearing less clothes only allowed Phainon to fixate on his muscles, forged from countless battles, those bright red markings contorting around his body with every motion. This was a setup from the start in Phainon’s eyes! Who could win against such an attractive foe?

Mydei went on about how “there is no word for “flee” in the Kremnoan language,” and Phainon from his fatigue was tired of hearing it, occasionally interrupting conversation to mimic the prince, while he received jabs to the stomach with his foot as punishment.

Their push and pull was always electrifying, sometimes as the risk of others’ health. The innocent people at the baths were in fact escorted home safely, Mydei taking any opportunity to rub in the victory, bumping into and winking at Phainon any chance he got. The feud between the hero and the prince was always ongoing, the heat always rising.

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ashamed to say i’ve been high off the yaoipill… but dont worry ladies you have not been forgotten! women r still on 🔝 for me. i’ve been so incredibly ill all week so i’ve had more time to write! this is my first time writing men EVER but the tension in this scene was so strong i had to do it!!! ao3 saw this one first but this was fun. also some people have followed me!!! HI!!! this is all very new for me so i’m just excited and having fun with everything. you can tell i’ve grown lazier with the formatting as you scroll down… sorry about that <3

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To the Victor Go the Spoils

Phainon finds an interesting ancient Kremnoan tradition and decides to take advantage of it.

Characters: Phainon, Mydei, Algaea (mentioned) Tags: NSFW (gets steamy but nothing actually happens), mentions of conquering and spoils of war

AN: A gift for keroroppi who gave me the brain rot with their fic and really wanted to see what kind of spicy stuff I could write. This is my first ever NSFW story, oh boy; don't tell my mom.

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“Mydeimos, are your eyes still closed?” There was a teasing lilt to the Deliverer’s voice that always put him somewhat on edge. He never knew what to expect when Phainon had a playful streak going.

“If you don’t hurry up,” Mydei threatened. “They won’t be in 5 seconds.”

“Alright, alright! So impatient.” 

He had to wonder how he let himself get into this position, but he knew exactly why. Phainon was unmatched in getting the Kremnoan to agree to his ideas, regardless of how stupid they sounded. And it was the worst kept secret in Okhmea; whenever Mydei put up resistance to an idea of theirs, Aglaea and Tribbie would send Phainon in to do their dirty work.

If he knew that this would be his fate tumbling into bed with Phainon all those months ago…

…well, he still would’ve done it, he just would’ve bitched and complained more. He really had it bad for the Deliverer, much as he refused to admit it out loud. 

The faint swish of delicate fabric and soft metallic tinkling alerted him that Phainon was coming nearer. And then a warm, heavy weight was settling onto his lap.

“Good boy,” Phainon murmured, suddenly against his ear. It sent a spark down Mydei’s spine; damn this man. “You can open your eyes now.”

The sight that greeted the Crown Prince was nothing he had ever expected. And yet, it was everything he had ever wanted in his wildest dreams. Gone was Phainon’s traditional Chrysos Heir outfit, and in its place was, well, something Mydei could only really describe as an outfit that a brazen courtesan would wear to seduce a king. 

His chest was completely bare, leaving the large expanses of his chest, shoulders, and abdomen completely on display. And he bore the same red markings as Mydei, painted to match the prince perfectly. The color stood out starkly against his pale skin, drawing an eye to follow their sensual paths all over Phainon’s body.

Dozens of delicate, golden necklaces adorned his clavicles while an elaborate golden and black choker fit snugly on his neck. Golden bangles, wrought with elaborate sun motifs, were wrapped around Phainon’s upper arms and wrists. Very fine and sheer red cloth draped between the bangles, sensually following any movement of his arms. 

The cloth matched the color of the loose pants he wore. Amidst the billowing fabric, Mydei could spot very high slits on the thighs that showed off winks of pale skin. And on top of the pants, like a strange belt, were more delicate golden chains that shone in the lamplight. 

Nestled in the white hair of the Deliverer was an elaborate golden tiara. Several golden chains dangled off the back of it, resting on top of a sheer red veil that trailed down past Phainon’s hips and almost to the floor. Golden and red makeup followed his lash lines and a sheer red gloss glimmered on his smirking lips. 

“Like what you see, Your Highness?” His voice was low and breathy, and it instantly made the blood in Mydei’s veins burn with want. 

“What…” Mydei trailed off, hands coming up to encircle Phainon’s waist. Phainon was a similar build to him, maybe not quite as muscular and missing a few inches, but no one would have ever called him “delicate”. And yet somehow, this outfit made him look just that.

Delicate, beautiful and rather…fuckable. It felt a little harder to breathe than it did a moment ago and something swooped low in his gut.

“I heard an interesting anecdote recently,” Phainon said, wrapping his arms around Mydei’s neck and rolling his hips closer. Mydei was quickly losing the fight to keep his attention on Phainon’s words, his hands wandering. “Apparently, when Kremnos conquered a nation, it was a tradition for the losing people to send their finest men and women to dance before the King. If the King liked someone he saw, he would bed the lucky soul and be more merciful to their people.”

That tradition had died out long ago, long before Mydei’s father had taken the throne. But it remained a popular story about Kremnos, nonetheless. “And so you decided to play the part of a spoil of war?” Mydei asked, trying to sound ‘incredulous’ but sounding more ‘desperate’ than anything. His hands moved upwards, trailing past soft, pink nipples that perked under his touch. A soft shiver rippled through Phainon.

“Mmmm, it seemed like a fun idea the more I looked into it,” the Deliverer confessed breathlessly. His hips stopped just shy of pressing up against where Mydei really wanted him, where he was beginning to ache for friction. “The stories made it sound like a night with a Kremnoan king was like tasting the nectar of the gods; nothing would ever compare.

“And besides,” Phainon continued, his warm breath trailing across the shell of Mydei’s ear. “I’m always up for an excuse to dress up like a courtesan for you, especially in your colors.”

Hearing Phainon say he was dressed as a courtesan in Mydei's colors made Mydei want to pin him to the nearest wall and show him what it really meant to be a Kremnoan king's spoil of war. Take him apart piece by piece until Phainon was begging, gasping, for Mydei to use him however he wished. If Mydei played his cards right, he could get Phainon rather teary-eyed when he begged.

“So tell me,” Mydei said, his voice low and raspy with want. One hand snuck into Phainon’s hair, curling around the white locks, while the other slid down to press at the front of his pants. He could feel the hard line of his cock, hot and heavy against his palm. “Where did you find an outfit like this in the holy city?”

“I…may owe Algaea. A really big favor,” Phainon confessed, looking slightly embarrassed. It was the first time his “sultry spoil of war” facade had broken, and a faint pink showed up on his cheeks. “But do you really want to hear about how I requested this from Algaea and lost all my dignity while I’m like this in front of you?”

In any other situation, Mydei would love to hear how Phainon managed to completely embarrass himself in front of the other demigod. But he did have a point. “Later then,” he murmured, squeezing the cock in his hands. Phainon moaned, his head rolling back and the long pale line of his throat exposed. 

“After all, you are my conquest.” Mydei reminded him, nipping at his throat. “And it’s time for you to satisfy your king.”

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Hey fellas

Feel like writing a Phaidei oneshot, but I need ideas. Requests are open, just comment here :)

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Phaidei x Chubby! reader oneshot

Phainon and Mydei are definitely the types who dont care what their partner looks like, if she alittle thick than she alittle thick! Who cares right?

Unfortunately some people care than you realize, including yourself. You started trying to make an intense work out routine for yourself, desperately trying to lose weight, this included jogging through Akenma Market. There were these 2 guys lounging about talking about how they could lift practically anything, 1 of them saw you and stopped you in your tracks.

Guy 1: Hey! Think I could lift you real quick? you dont seem that heavy

you: Uhh, I don- AH!

The guy doesn't even wait around for an answer before practically ripping at your waist trying to pick you up, only to buckle to his knees panting and wheezing, his friend laughing at him

Guy 1: Dont laugh at me! this one is made of bricks! How do you even stand upright when you way the same as the droma's?!

The crowd around you stares, some quietly laughing, some unamused by the 2 "bodybuilders". You were about to run away and cry, humiliated when you heard a voice beyond the crowd.

Phainon Route

Phainon: Do you really think that insulting someone because of your weak capabilities make you any better a man than the rude onlookers of this crowd? Nonsense! I know for a fact that my sweetheart here is not such heavy as you claim, Dont believe me?

Reader: P-phainon you really dont have to- GAH-!

Phainon swoops you up in his arms, holding you in a bridal carry, the onlookers applausing him while the 2 men turn red in the phase

Phainon: Well? Still wanna say that my dear reader is.. "Heavy"? *he spits out with such a smug smile, The 2 men excuse themselves and gallop away, only then does phainon put you down*

Reader: Thank you phai-

Phainon: No more exercise for a week.

Reader: Huh?

Phainon: Im going to make you eat proper and delicious meals so you enjoy yourself, this routine you have currently only stresses you out

Reader: But, phai... im.. ugly like this.. Dont you think?

Phainon: Fuck no! *ahem* excuse my language, but, baby.. My moonlight! You must understand, I love you! I love, every bit of you, frankly I dont want you to lose weight, your perfect with all of these extra essentials, It just means I have more to love! But... I know this is something you want, all I ask is that you atleast let me monitor you

Mydei Route

Mydei: You dare shame our gods by using such foul descriptions against such a divine beauty as them?!

Reader: Mydei?

The crowd goes quiet, fear settling from Mydei's trembling aura

Guy 2: Whoah! M-Mydei??!

Mydei: You wanna repeat what you said now that im closer in earshot? *He says grabbing the first guy*

Guy 1: U-Uh... I uh.. s-said that they weighed as much as a Dromas??

Mydei: Oh really? *with one hand he effortlessly picks up your chubby body and plops you on his shoulders* Or your just too weak to be a real man~ *he smirks triumphantly*

The crowd gasps, then roars into applause, ashamed, the 2 guys run away.

Mydei: You confuse me as to why weight is such a problem. Your fine just as you are *he says finally putting you down*

Reader: Oh yeah? And just how do I benefit you when im so... round?

Mydei: Pillow, for 1~ *He says smugly*

Reader: I.. Shut up.. -//////-

Mydei: If you really are serious about losing weight, atleast let me train you, make sure that your healthy. *His words laced with adoration and genuine love, kissing your forehead tenderly*

Phaidei Route

Mydei: You dare shame our gods by using such foul descriptions against such a divine beauty as them?!

Phainon: Do you really think that insulting someone because of your weak capabilities make you any better a man than the rude onlookers of this crowd? Nonsense!

Reader: G-guys, please, its not that ser-

Mydei: Of course its serious. You are NOT too heavy.

Phainon: I strongly suggest you take back such vulgar words against them, what would our gods think of your behavior?

Guy 1: Why are you 2 so upset about it, if you think you can lift them no prob, YOU TRY IT!

They look at each other, smirks eminent, before Phainon swoops you in a bridal carry, as you try to process the situation your hoisted into the air more as Mydei carries you both on his shoulders, none of them breaking a sweat

Phainon: Ha! Just like old times eh Mydei?

Mydei: heh, seems ive gotten even stronger!

The audiance roars into a screaming applause! And the 2 guys dont dare to look up, silently disappearing with the crowd.

Tribbie: aww! they really love reader!

Castorice: Such a thing is very warming.

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⌒⌒﹕after all this time, it’s still you. - phaidei

( hsr ) phainon, mydei, aglaea, hyacine, tribbie trinnon & trianne

author’s note: this was kinda hard to write cause usually most of my plot is dialogue so i tried to make it more description based :) EUGH this was kinda sad idk pls enjoy this oneshot!!!!

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mydei can’t remember when he last saw phainon. he can still hear the blue-haired’s voice ringing in his ear, phainon’s laughter echoing throughout his room’s walls. 

“remember to take breaks, mydeimos. don’t overwork yourself.”

mydei smiled bittersweetly. he shook his head, chuckling lightly.

it had been phainon who had shown mydei this spot by the marble columns in the chimera garden, the best spot for stargazing. mydei looked up at the navy blue sky, his finger tracing constellation patterns above.

i hope you’re doing well, deliverer.

he brought his hand up to lips, feeling the ghost of phainon’s that had once settled there. to the public eye, they were foes— fated rivals. to their colleagues, they were friends— always bickering, competing in everything. to them, they were everything, and nothing, two halves that completed each other, yet did not complete anything.

he reminisced about the times they laughed together, sparred against each other, shared a meal together; the glances they shared across rooms, the secrets they shared, the kisses they stole— phainon wasn’t someone he could label with a simple ‘friend’. mydei didn’t know what phainon really was, though. 

he moved his hand to his glowing sapphire earring, it’s hue as bright as phainon’s eyes.

“ah, mydeimos. there you are. the triplets are looking for you.” mydei turned his attention from the sky to his side, finding hyacine, a pink-haired, pigtailed, smiling girl, standing there. 

mydei grunted. “don’t call me that. what good is calling a kingdomless prince like me?”

hyacine’s expression softened. “mn, as you wish.” she waved the chimera standing at her feet away. “the triplets have news— it’s urgent.”

just then, a chorus of high-pitched voices in unison could be heard.

“de! de! we’ve been looking for you~~” trinnon said, jumping up and down

“snowy has returned!!” trianne continued, playing with the chimera that followed her.

“he just got back, but agy says they’re meeting up with him now.” tribbie added, clapping her hands.

the expression that settled on mydei’s face was unreadable. hyacine looked concerned, however didn’t dare to speak a word.

what did this all mean? phainon wasn’t meant to be back so early— this meant he had failed nikador’s trial. it was expected, but sudden. a million thoughts surged through mydei’s mind— was phainon okay? the only person who could actually pass that trial was, of course, mydei, and only mydei, the only heir to the throne.

“the son of gorgo will be crowned in blood.”

that’s what they had all chanted when mydei had arrived home, stepping up the steps to ascend the throne. he had felt powerful then; worthy, even. but now here he was, standing in the middle of a chimera garden, fazed by a single sentence from a child.

tribbie looked up at mydei, eyes shining brightly. mydei had always been soft with children, especially the three bright red-haired triplets. how could he say anything back to them?

trinnon clapped her hands together, excited, while trianne continued playing with the chimeras circling her.

“mydei.  are you coming?” hyacine paused in her motion to follow the triplets, gesturing for mydei to follow.

mydei nodded. 

we meet again at last, deliverer. i’ve been waiting for you.

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Red, the Color of You

Phainon learns the meaning of the red lines Mydei wears.

Characters: Phainon, Mydei, Algaea (mentioned) Tags: N/A

AN: A gift for the wonderful keroroppi; they requested a Mydei/Phainon moment. I was inspired after reading some Garrus Vakarian/Shepherd fan fiction from Mass Effect. It’s like 99% likely that Mydei’s red designs are tattoos, but I’m playing fast and loose with canon here (aka I do what I want, jazz hands).

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Phainon noticed that Mydei had a specific ritual after combat.

It was a simple one, very unassuming. If Phainon didn’t pay such close attention to Mydei, he would’ve probably missed it entirely.

But after some random battle, the details of which Phainon no longer remembered, he saw that the red lines on Mydei’s shoulders were smeared. Normally, the red lines streaking across his body didn’t change in any way; Phainon could’ve almost sworn they were tattoos. 

Hell, they didn’t even fade or wash off when the two of them entered the Hero’s Bath to wipe off the grime of combat. Whatever Mydei used to paint those on, it was stubborn and very good at its job (just like its owner).

But the next time Phainon saw him, the red lines were back in their full glory, nothing smeared or out of place on the Kremnoan prince.

It intrigued Phainon, and what intrigued him, he pursued relentlessly.

He didn’t get another chance to find out more until weeks later. Another series of attacks on Okhema resulted in him and Mydei going to the battlefield, where waves of titankin attempted to beat down the gates of the holy city. The fight was ultimately nothing too difficult, other than that the titankin never seemed to run out of reinforcements.

The two of them managed to amass a sizable collection of cuts and bruises, including one that ran straight from Mydei’s shoulder and across his chest. It bisected a few of the red lines on him, and where the skin had healed, the red coloring was gone, leaving only pale skin. 

Algaea had needed Phainon elsewhere after the battle, and it wasn’t until a few hours later that Phainon was able to find his way to Mydei’s room. It was almost second nature to find his way there from the amount of times he had gone to visit Mydei (the latter insisted it was less ‘visiting’ and more ‘bothering’, but Phainon politely ignored him).

He knocked quickly on the door, more out of courtesy than anything, and opened it before he got permission. Even if Mydei had told him no, he still would’ve entered. 

Mydei glanced up at him from the floor, looking faintly annoyed but saying nothing as Phainon entered. In one bare hand was a small clay pot, filled with a deep red liquid, while he held a dark brush in the other hand.

“You know, I’ve always wondered what your marks were made of,” Phainon commented, eyeing the pot with curiosity as he joined Mydei on the floor. “You wanna spill the beans on what that paint is?”

Mydei scowled at him, dipping the brush into the liquid and carefully setting the pot down. “Do you truly have nothing better to do right now?” was all he said as he focused his attention on redrawing the line on his shoulder.

“What, I’m not allowed to find out more about my dearest lover?” Phainon asked cheekily, coming to sit down next to him. “Usually, lovers tell each other everything.”

“You’re not my dearest lover,” Mydei said, almost reflexively. The words lacked any real venom. “And because I know you’ll bother me until I answer you, it’s Kremnoan war paint. It’s designed to withstand even the fiercest battles.”

“Is it just meant to look scary?” Phainon grabbed the clay pot, watching the liquid move around. The viscosity reminded him of honey, slow moving and thick. 

“No,” the prince retorted, (carefully) snagging the clay pot from his hands. “It’s meant to symbolize your heritage and family lineage. Only those from the royal family can use this red color.”

The Deliverer stared in surprise; to be honest, he wasn’t expecting that answer. He really had thought it was meant to be a scare tactic against their enemies, but now that Mydei mentioned it, he hadn’t seen any other Kremnoans wearing this vivid red color. And every Kremnoan’s design had been different.

Dipping the tip of his pinky in the paint while Mydei was distracted, he asked, “Why would you need to paint your family lineage on yourself?”

Mydei sighed, clearly tired of all the questions. “If you fall in combat, your symbols will tell others who you were and who to return your body to for burial. No one knows every soldier in an army.”

“That’s kind of morbid, but I guess it makes sense.” Kremnoans tended to do things very differently than the people of Okhema.

For a moment, silence descended on the room and Phainon watched as Mydei continued to fill in the lines on him with even, smooth strokes. It was clear the prince had done this many times in the past. It felt a little like watching an artist painting a masterpiece.

He wondered…

“Can you paint some on me?” The words tumbled out of his mouth without him really thinking about it. The image of him wearing the same red marks at Mydei on his body thrilled him. Something about it felt surprisingly intimate.

The other man looked startled at the request, and it took a moment for Phainon’s brain to catch up. The symbols of the royal family, the red color only they could wear. Phainon had basically asked to write that he was officially part of Mydei’s family all over his body. They may have an arrangement that was something like lovers (if lovers meant avoiding talking about what exactly they were and any feelings they might have) but this was definitely beyond the scope of their current relationship.

Phainon might as well have asked if he could marry Mydei right there before all of Okhema. 

He could feel the heat pool on his cheeks, but decided to wait for Mydei’s response. If the prince got angry, Phainon would apologize and try to calm him down. If he played it off like Phainon had made a bad joke, Phainon could throw out jabs and jokes until the atmosphere went back to normal.

After what felt like the longest moment in Phainon’s life, Mydei slowly nodded. The movement looked uncertain, but the prince began moving closer to him.

“Take your coat and shirt off,” he ordered, dipping the brush into the liquid.

That…was not the response Phainon was expecting. The implications of Mydei going along with this were…he couldn’t even begin to grasp all of it. A little stunned, he awkwardly quipped, “If you wanted to see me naked, you could’ve just asked.”

Mydei rolled his eyes so hard, they looked like they could’ve come out of his head. “Unless you want me to paint all over your clothes…” He moved the brush closer, emphasizing his threat. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! No need to ruin my clothes,” Phainon conceded, quickly pulling the articles off and tossing them somewhere in the room. “Algaea would kill me if I ruined another outfit.”

The Kremnoan merely huffed at that. Carefully, he leaned in and Phainon felt the cool touch of liquid trailing on his collarbone. 

The sensation was kind of relaxing, he had to admit. And something about Mydei’s steady hand working across his skin had Phainon closing his eyes to enjoy it. The prince rarely had quiet moments with him. Usually, their time together consisted of sparring, throwing playful jabs at each other, or tangling up in the sheets. Sometimes all three at once, depending on the day.

He hadn’t even realized how much time had passed until Mydei uttered a quiet, “Done,” and the feeling of the brush and ink on his skin disappeared. 

Opening his eyes and glancing down, Phainon took a long moment to admire the curving red lines along his arms and abdomen. The color stood out strongly on his pale skin, really drawing an eye to their designs all along his body.

Phainon made his way over to the mirror in the corner of the room to admire the full picture. And wow, what a picture it made. He hadn’t anticipated how he would feel, seeing Mydei’s familiar symbols painted on him. It made him feel…

It made him feel like he really did belong to Mydei, their undefined relationship be damned. And something in his traitorous little heart just melted at the idea of that.

If any Kremnoan saw him right now, Phainon could only imagine their reaction to the Deliverer of Okhema basically wearing, “I am officially part of Crown Prince Mydeimos’ family,” all over himself.

The man himself was quietly watching Phainon, the line of his shoulders slightly tense as he waited for Phainon’s response to his work. 

Turning around, a grin crept onto Phainon’s face. “I think it suits me, wearing your colors. Don’t you?” And, ever the one to be obnoxious, he held his arms out and gave a quick spin, like he was a young girl showing off a beautiful new dress.

“Don’t go fishing for compliments, Deliverer,” Mydei retorted, but he sounded more amused than anything. He stashed his tools in a cabinet near his bed before reaching to put his gauntlets and armor back on.

“Besides,” he continued, smirking over at Phainon. “You’ll be stuck with that for weeks now. Good luck explaining that to the others because I won’t.”

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