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ꨄ︎ .ᐟ.ᐟ - when i'm with you
- mourning someone whom is still alive ; 0.5k+
written pre-3.2, word rot, #ripfineshty
⟡ - thank you @rainswept for being as sane as me about anaxa & fueling this fic ily lots
You couldn’t rest next to him. Not as within the sense you didn’t want to, but because he didn’t breathe. For minutes — an hour or so if you somehow managed to get the man to relax his soul for that long — his chest wouldn’t move. His shoulders wouldn’t softly rise nor fall, his face nearly blank in that unchanging expression you’d grown to love.
He wasn’t dead anymore. The reminder jabbing at the back of your head, the needle-like pain keeping you awake from the dream state of an envisionment of his corpse instead of his person besides yourself. You wondered if he could sense the discomfort that ran within your veins, if he could take one glance at your person and read every little motion with extreme accuracy.
The evening drawn quiet as the leaves rained from the sky, falling from tree branches long dead; the support that held back the lincoln green leaves drifting down and down and down, making their own traces within the sky. If you were to follow one of them with your eyes at an angle, you could count how many stars the tip of the leaf touched on its way to rest on the ground. Tired from its smooth journey and waiting to be swept up by the wind, going to find a new place to stay idle for a while.
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SOAKED CONFESSIONS ✦ the hero who offers to be your personal bath attendant after a mission gone wrong, his gentle touches hinting something that you seem to misunderstand as camaraderie, so he has to show you what he truly feels about you.
phainon x gn!reader. sensual (?) and fluff content. bathing together and implicit mentions of nudity (sfw) physical touching, unspoken confessions. unlabeled relationship. phainon being really affectionate and bold. self-indulgent at its finest, I miss him. [2.0k wc]
“I was expecting to be scolded for this but a two hour lecture was something I did not quite anticipate from Tribbie upon our return.”
Bathed in the golden glow within the private changing rooms, your heavy sigh echoes at the vestiges of his, a tone that’s borderline chastising. “And who do you think is responsible for this farce?”
#rbs.#fics w/ 1k to me#i can feel the intimacy with every line i read#the ending is so fun i luv fics w/ openly suggestive (not even in a sexual sense) endings#rlyyy helps creativity when imagining different story paths#“but you thought you were being delusional” RETWEET.#“You must’ve misunderstood something. Phainon’s brows furrow at your statement#a frown tugging at the corners of his lips”.#is my fav part by far#ughhh this is so nice def gonna reread it
ꨄ︎ .ᐟ.ᐟ - when i'm with you
- mourning someone whom is still alive ; 0.5k+
written pre-3.2, word rot, #ripfineshty
⟡ - thank you @rainswept for being as sane as me about anaxa & fueling this fic ily lots
You couldn’t rest next to him. Not as within the sense you didn’t want to, but because he didn’t breathe. For minutes — an hour or so if you somehow managed to get the man to relax his soul for that long — his chest wouldn’t move. His shoulders wouldn’t softly rise nor fall, his face nearly blank in that unchanging expression you’d grown to love.
He wasn’t dead anymore. The reminder jabbing at the back of your head, the needle-like pain keeping you awake from the dream state of an envisionment of his corpse instead of his person besides yourself. You wondered if he could sense the discomfort that ran within your veins, if he could take one glance at your person and read every little motion with extreme accuracy.
The evening drawn quiet as the leaves rained from the sky, falling from tree branches long dead; the support that held back the lincoln green leaves drifting down and down and down, making their own traces within the sky. If you were to follow one of them with your eyes at an angle, you could count how many stars the tip of the leaf touched on its way to rest on the ground. Tired from its smooth journey and waiting to be swept up by the wind, going to find a new place to stay idle for a while.
𖧷 .ᐟ.ᐟ - affection of flesh
- habits of how they hold and treat your hands conveys more than they can say - ft. choso, megumi, yuji ; 0.4k+ wc
multi-character/separate, no specific au
⟡ - they're all losers and i want them, more word rot so apologies for any mistakes
Walking beside you, CHOSO makes sure to tighten his grip upon your hand every time he feels it slip. Swinging your hands and arms together slightly in an almost childlike fashion as he matched your pace, trying not to go too fast nor too slow.
Whenever you drifted from him, his hand would clasp around yours and drag you back to his side. A hand would make its home on your side whenever you stood dormant, trailing up to rest on your shoulder as his chin did so to your other one.
Choso often intertwined your fingers together, palms touching. Wanting your hands to be embraced as close as physically possible, you adored it. The way he smiled softly at you whenever you squeezed his hands back was enough to warm your heart forever.
MEGUMI clasped your hands together as if in a prayer. It was a more convenient way to keep up with each other according to him, simple and easy.
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hiiii I just wanted to drop in and say that I love your phainon x reader fic and I really loved the way you portrayed him also wanted to request if you could maybe do a part 2 where he tries to convince reader to stay with him in amphores (sorry i don't know how to spell that plantes name) and if that doesn't work he tries to join the astral express to be with her, also kinda interested to know how reader and everyone else would react to the whole situation + if reader accepts to be in a relationship what would the dynamic be like.
anyway i love ur writing style hope ur doing well byeee (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ
omh hi anon!! i’m glad you enjoyed how it was written out 🤞🏽🤞🏽i put my soul (but aside procrastination) into it, that’s sweet of u ty ty 🙇🏽♀️ i am doing well! ughh i’m glad you enjoy my writing style that rly means a lot 🙏🏽
a role-reversal swap would kinda match you to what you’re saying -> reader wants to stay on amphoreus instead but it follows the same plotline. i’ll note it for future reference for sure 🙂↕️🙂↕️ have a good rest of your week sweets ☝️
𐐂𐐚 .ᐟ.ᐟ - worthless means
- not everything can be said with your whole chest ; 1k+ wc
reader is a part of the express crew, kinda a toxic conversation if you squint
⟡ - you kiss but it's more for his agenda : aka gaslight & gatekeep, plot is there but you have to squint (2)
The sun crept over the tree within the garden, its light sliding between gaps of leaves smoothly as it brought warmth to the back of your neck. Phainon’s armour set aside as a glare caught its mental, shining a blinding source of light array. A breeze cut through the air, a shiver racking your body as Phainon’s hands tightening their grip on your waist — almost if to steady you.
The thought made you internally snort as an act of musing, flipping the page of your newly claimed book – which Stelle had snatched from a merchant claiming that they were “sick and tired” of reading tablets and torn scrolls, sobbing actual tears of joy when the seller had given in.
A Chrysos Heir worried that a simple breeze would send you tumbling down. It almost made you wonder what reaction would paint his face if you did fall from his lap unto the soft, cut grass below.
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never ever kill yourself guys
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Board games with uncle Sukuna :)
They are taking this thing seriously, already take the cards out of the game