"Down, Boy!"

Being on your phone 24/7 meant that you were already knowledgeable enough on how to use social media in the current era. Being on social media, meant that you would always found yourself keeping up with the latest trends, depending on how you organized your fyp.

For example, Tik Tok.

Everytime you had nothing to do, your finger would automatically pressed on the logo of the app, so that you would be able to scroll through your fyp in order to indulge yourself by watching through all kinds of videos, each of them bringing a side to one of your current interests.

Until you came across an illustrated slideshow, about two fictional characters; one of them ordering the other to get down, whilst saying "Down, boy!" And the other who was told the order, eventually following what the former said by getting down on the floor, looking up at them as if they were a dog who was trained to follow whatever its master told it to do.

You loved this kind of contents, it just bring out a funny side to the community you were in—with how everybody in the comments would say their thoughts about it and proceeded to joke around, as if this was a common thing (which it was). And it was fictional, so there wasn't anything remotely bad about it, so long as real life people don't do them.

Which begged the thought...

When you found these videos, all of them having followed the same trend of making their favorite fictional characters being paired up, you couldn't help but find yourself thinking of your boyfriend, who had been nothing but sweet and devoted to you. Sometimes, he would be too devoted, despite you not expecting him to.

Just like a golden-retriever.

Despite not wanting to think about it at first, you couldn't help but imagine how it would be like if both of you ended up being these fictional characters in the slideshow, with you telling your boyfriend, Phainon, to get down on his knees, seeing if he would actually follow what you said or not.

Just for the fun of it. Not because you had a thing of telling your boyfriend whatever you wanted him to do in order to satisfy that interesting mind of yours—oh no, that would be bad.

...But would it?

"Down, boy!" A loud and authoritative voice suddenly called out, ringing throughout the already emptied classroom. The suddenness in your tone made the two tall figures who had been busy arguing with eachother just for the sake of it—to stop and looked at you with stunned faces plastered on their expressions.

The three of you were busy cleaning the classroom after school ended since all of you had cleaning duty today. Aside from you, you were accompanied by two opposite-attracted figures who had been nothing but lousy teenagers, mostly caused by the white-haired boy, Phainon, aka your boyfriend—who wouldn't keep his mouth shut toward the strawberry-blonde haired boy, Mydei, who just wanted to get this over with and head home.

Staring at them from the side, you heaved out a quiet sigh upon their childish antics, shaking your head at the sight. So, in an effort to silenced them up for good, your mind was suddenly reminded back to the thought of that specific trend. In the midst of their increased banter, you turned your back, wondering if you should actually do it or not.

Which you shouldn't, your half-mind continued to tell you so—but the thought of doing it made you to actually reconsider, despite the humiliation that you would feel if the attempt turned out to be a failure. Not to mention, how there was a third figure who would be on the scene. Mydei.

Putting a finger under your chin, your eyes shut closed to continue considering whether or not this was the right course of action (it wasn't). But hearing how their voices started to grew louder, you ended up being swayed by your own thoughts. With a tightened grip on the broom you were holding, you turned on your heels, before screaming out the words that you had been wanting to say—specifically, to your boyfriend.

Along with your words, your unoccupied hand moved up to point a finger toward the ground, emphasizing your words to get Phainon to get down on the floor, just like how the characters in the trend did. Looking at him with a serious expression, you made sure to not turn your gaze toward Mydei in order to lessen up the humiliation that would creep up later if your attempt failed.

The room instantly fell silent with your sudden exclamation, with how both figures looked at you with bewilderment written all over their faces. Both of them wondering on what you meant and the reason on why you would do this so suddenly.

The first one to break the silence was your tough-looking friend, Mydei, who was more dumfounded than your boyfriend, looking at you with a frown surprise. "What–" He was about to ask on what you were actually doing, perplexed on why you would say something so bold all of a sudden. But then–

As if on instinct, Phainon, who was standing close to him, suddenly crouched down on the floor, both of his hands holding the broom up in order to stabilize himself. Despite not saying anything, his action received quite interesting reactions from both individuals.

Both you and Mydei were shocked to see his actual compliance, turning your heads down onto the white-haired boy who was looking up at you now, staring at you with a serious but compliance in his eyes. One feeling proud of his compliance toward your order, while the other–

"Dude... Why would you–"

"Oh my god, you actually did what I said!" Your exclamation overshadowed Mydei's words, covering your mouth with a hint of joy creeping up on your expression. "I didn't think you were actually going to do it, but...!"

Having been too excited, you ended up rambling on about the reason you decided to do this by explaining the origin of the idea, the same goofy smile you held on your lips remained fixed; completely oblivious to the actual matter you were supposed to be taking account after seeing your boyfriend doing what you actually told him to do.

Perhaps, you had already expected for him to comply, given that Phainon would always be so head over heels for you from time-to-time, if not—often.

In the midst of your continued ramblings, Mydei turned his focus back onto his white-haired friend who hadn't moved an inch from his spot on the ground, looking at him with confusion in his eyes due to his questionable behavior.

"You..." He muttered, before sighing and rubbing his face with exasperation. "Why would you actually follow what they said? You could've just said no, or just continued to be surprised like I did–" He started to protest, before his words got cut off once again—but this time, coming from Phainon's breathed chuckle.

"I couldn't help it, y'know?" He replied, tearing his gaze away from you to look up, in order to see his friend's face. "The way they said it... It's as if an invisible string had been attached onto my body." He bluffed, before laughing softly. "...making me to end up doing what they told me to do."

Despite Phainon's answer for doing what he did, it was evident from Mydei's expression that he didn't believe a single word coming from this guy's mouth. Heck, even thinking that he made absolutely no sense at all. But alas, he couldn't do anything except to let out another sigh, crossing his arms with annoyance upon both of his friends' behaviors.

Seeing his friend's reaction, Phainon laughed again, before diverting his attention back toward the person in front of him—who had been rambling non-stop on why they ended up doing what they did. The sight of his lover being excited like this, it couldn't help but make his lips curved up into another smile, albeit more sincere.

If only Mydei knew... that one of the reasons on why he ended up following what you said; was because the frown you held when you exclaimed those words to him...

It made him unable to disobey you, to disappoint you.

The furrowed eyebrows, the authoritative tone–

Everything.

Everything about you made him unable to hold himself back from surrendering to you fully, having been too enamored to question himself on why he did what he had to do.

Having been too in love with you.

Although, Phainon's sure—that if Mydei heard the actual reasons behind his compliance, the guy would definitely give him a harsh smack on the head for being so foolish, for being so hopelessly attached with you.

But, who cares? As long as it's you, he wouldn't have it any other way.

For he had made it his mission to satisfy your needs, in order to get an endearing reaction from you in return. The person he loved, until death do them part.

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.

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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phainon x gn!scholar reader, phainon is so in love and reader is oblivious

The Chrysos Heir is in love.

The moment Phainon’s eyes first met yours, there was a stutter in his heart, an indescribable feeling of reverence coupled with curiosity creeped into his being when he first met you.

Beautiful. That was the only word he knew at the time.

Your beauty was unparalleled, unmatched as you saunter into his view, mind not exactly present in the moment as your clothes swayed with your every hurried step. Your eyes were foggy, a testament to your dedication and work, evidenced by the tablet you held snug to your side.

He decides in that moment that he wants to know you, so he purposefully sets himself in your line of movement and waits for the moment when you bump into him, far too focused in a world that wasn’t the one you were presently in. Fate decided to be kind to him when you fall right into his schemes, allowing him to catch you with an arm secured around your waist, your tablet falling to the stone pavement with a dull smack.

“Oh my!” you exclaim. “My utmost apologies, I was not aware of where I was going-”

He smiles, for the last thing he was thinking of was your apology. Even your voice is beautiful, the words flowing into his ears like warm ichor.

“It’s alright,” he reassures with that smile of his, almost faltering when his heart skips another beat the moment your eyes flit to look at his. Phainon thinks he’s going to collapse to his knees if you glance away. “I’ll forgive you if you tell me your name.”

; mydei x fem!reader, take time after the 3.1 quest, not proofread, reader is a chrysos heir— sea nymph blessed by phagousa (inspired by nereids (precisely lady amphitrite) from greek myth), mydei and reader is in a relationship.

i've thought about reader checking for mydeimos's condition after the 3.1 quest. and i missed him SO MUCH that i had to write this. enjoy!

⊹

after mydei left the holy city of okhema, life carried on as usual. except, one thing was missing from her life. her friend, her significant other, her spouse— left for the long battlefield, without knowing if he'll comeback as the same person she knows.

it was then, she decided to do something so.. rash. without a word, she left the holy city of okhema. leaving the chrysos heir left without a proper goodbye, status as 'unknown', leaving her duties behind. she asked for phagousa's protection on her way to castum kremnos, with a bit spark of fortune, she arrived safely.

the ruins of castum kremnos, full of titankins roaming around, more than it used to be. it was natural, since the fallen mad king, nikador's coreflame has been retrieved. she looked around, she has been here— a long time ago. she searched for the quickest route to where she thinks mydei would be.

a quickest route sometimes are not the easiest route, as she had guessed, the titankins there are more than what she saw on the gate. luckily for her, she already prepared herself well despite not being a warrior— and her being a nymph helped her enough.

still, the battle was grueling. by the time she reached the heart of the ruins, exhaustion weighed on her limbs. the titankin were relentless, and her luck finally ran out. one of the titankins string their bow towards her, “fuck!” she cursed, as she tripped before she could even react to it.

that was until firm hands pulled her to a broad chest and crimson red stones pierced through all the titankin in sight.

she barely had time to process what had happened. the warmth of the chest against her back, the firm grip holding her steady—it was familiar, yet different.

slowly, she looked up.

the man standing behind her was unmistakable. it was the face she has longed for— "mydeimos!" a smile written on her face, her palm hesitantly reached out to his face.

mydei pulled her hand to caress his face, his gaze soft as he looked at her. “i'm here.” mydei nuzzled to her neck, inhaling her scent that he nearly forgotten. for a fleeting moment, he felt something return, something he had sacrificed piece by piece on the battlefield. a sliver of sanity, of home.

"why are you here? you're supposed to be in okhema." he asked, his voice gentle as ever— face still burried on her neck, his grip around her waist keeping her close. yet, worry lingers in his tone, it is as if he already imagined what could've happened if he was late just a second.

"i can't leave you alone, do i?" she answered while carefully carresing his head. mydei's eyes slightly widened, then he let out a chuckle. "you're insufferable." he said, raising his head and his hand cupped her cheeks.

"come on now, don't you miss me?"

"more than you know." that answer left her smiling— a smile that he missed, the smile that looks like the ray of sunshine down by kephale.

her appearance infront of him is enough to be a reminder— that everyone, including the love of his life, is waiting for him to comeback.

Series Synopsis: When the husband you’ve never met returns from the war you’ve never understood, he comes bearing a strange and inexplicable gift — a prince in chains who he refuses to kill.

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Current Word Count: 27.2k

Status: Ongoing

Pairing: Mydei x F!Reader

Content Warnings: reader is mostly referred to as “lady” (y/n is also used but sparingly), fantasy au (we’re not making it onto the astral express w this one gang), i make up lore + magic because i can, i world build also because i can, relationship dynamics many would consider…interesting…(please remember that depiction ≠ condoning), mydei is a prisoner of war, reader’s mega awful terrible UNNAMED husband is like. annoyingly present., there’s more going on than you think, political machinations and shit, likely mentions of war and violence and blood and gore, also torture/death/murder, honestly just expect the worst i haven’t finished writing this by any means but it’s not going to be pretty, no smut though dw i’m incapable of that, also mydei is probs ooc idk i haven’t played amphoreus yet i just think he’s handsome so here we are

PART ONE: PANTHERA

PART TWO: ALAUDA

PART THREE: SUS SCROFA

Series Synopsis: When the husband you’ve never met returns from the war you’ve never understood, he comes bearing a strange and inexplicable gift — a prince in chains who he refuses to kill.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Mydei x F!Reader

Chapter Word Count: 17.0k

Content Warnings: pls check the masterlist there is. a lot. and i’m not retyping all of that LOL

A/N: okay so two things a) sorry for the wait (i thought i would get this out quicker but then my professors decided to kin reader's husband and trapped me with a multitude of exams...) and b) i am. truly shocked by how many people ended up reading/enjoying part one?? like it's crazy to me SLKJFH i hope you guys don't hate where i go with this 😭 and like ik i gave a ton of ooc warnings in the main warning section but they bear repeating LOL so. PLEASE DON'T HATE ME IF BRO IS OOC IDEK HIM LIKE THAT 😓💔

The Southern Sea was unsettled again, thrashing against the shore like a bird tangled in netting, beating itself into such a frenzy that the waves broke silver on the sand. This was atypical of the cerulean waters, and you crouched, fragments of seashells digging into your bare heels as you ran your fingers through the tide. Expecting your father to reprimand you for putting yourself in unnecessary danger, you glanced up, but his mind was clearly preoccupied, as distant as his soft gaze.

mydei misses you

he misses the way your fingers tangle in his hair, he misses the way you’d take his side braid and tickle his chin with a soft laugh, he misses the way your eyes crinkle when you smile, he misses laying his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat thud softly against his ear, he misses making you soft pancakes in the quints of the entry hour

he misses you so badly he can almost see you, a ghost in his peripheral vision as he tears through another horde of black tide abominations, their blood paint the structures of castrum kremnos black and red, which just makes your ghost all the more flaring amidst it all

there is no rest against the black tide, five monsters replace every single one he kills, their filthy blood desecrating the grounds of castrum kremnos and mixing with the ichor of his veins

mydei’s fermur, shoulder, and right lung regenerates in the breath it takes for him to sink his teeth in the throat of a particularly feisty creature and rip his head off, the blood in his mouth burns through his tongue and throat viciously, but mydei doesn’t stop

the demigod of strife straightens up and casts his gaze over the next monsters approaching, his gaze is cold and blistering, the very incarnation of carnage itself

in the corner of his eye, he sees you smiling at him

mydei misses you

godslayer — ft. mydeimos

❤︎ word count: 18.2k words — i know, i know. but plssss give it a chance plsss

❤︎ before you read: female princess/queen reader ; crowned prince/king mydei ; arranged marriage ; NOT canon universe + NOT canon compliant - royal/historical au ; mentions of war and politics ; slow burn + falling in love ; lots of bickering LOL ; reader has a (king) father and is implied to no longer have a mother ; sexual harassment but mydei saves reader ; reader drinks alcohol + gets drunk in once scene ; jealous mydei ; fingering ; nipple play ; unprotected vaginal sex ; creampie ; hand jobs ; cockblocking LOL sorry ; blood and injuries (mydei gets stabbed) ; love confessions and cheesy bantering

❤︎ commentary: IT IS FINALLY HERE MY GOD. my god. BIG THANK YOU TO @osarina for not only beta reading this fic and fixing WAY too many grammar errors (LOL) but for literally listening and helping me work through every struggle i had with this fic and being 70% of the reason i even finished it. you are my biggest inspo forever ily dearly

You do not remember most of your wedding to Lord Mydeimos. 

On the day of your wedding, the beginning of your ceremony goes by like a blur, and you pay little attention. It’s not until Kremnos’s royal advisor steps forward does your reality sink in. You watch wearily as he faces the crowd of people—enough of the Kremnoan commoners have gathered to witness the ceremony, and you feel more like a spectacle than a bride.

how honkai star rail men would be with their very heavily pregnant wife

pairings. jing yuan, blade, anaxa, phainon, mydei, aventurine, boothill, dr ratio, gepard, sunday, sampo, moze x fem/afab! reader

warnings. phainon and mydei might be ooc! slightly suggestive for mydei, angst if you squint for boothill

a/n. my professor is pregnant and i got inspired, is that weird? i think i went a little overboard when writing.

wc. 18.2k

✧  super protective general mode activated – jing yuan won’t let you lift a single finger. you’re a literal empress in his eyes, and he treats you like one.

✧ he constantly rubs your belly, murmuring sweet nothings to your baby, calling them “little cub” or “our future star.”

✧ yanqing is over the moon, already asking when he can start training the baby. jing yuan just laughs and tells him to be patient.

✧ he pretends to be chill, but he secretly has his cloud knights monitoring your every move. if you so much as sigh, he’s rushing to your side with a massage ready.

✧ jing yuan is so unbelievably soft with you. he treats you like you're the most precious thing in the world, because to him, you are. he’s already a laid-back general, but when it comes to you and your pregnancy, he becomes even lazier—only because he insists on doing everything for you, so you don’t have to lift a single finger.

✧ “why would i let you do anything, my love? you’re already doing the most important thing—bringing our child into this world.” he says it so smoothly, like it’s the most obvious thing ever, all while he’s feeding you slices of fresh fruit.

✧ he loves talking to the baby. every night, he rests his head against your belly, rubbing slow circles over your stretched skin as he murmurs soft words. “are you being good to your mother? not causing too much trouble, i hope.” his voice is teasing, but there’s so much warmth in it.

✧ yanqing is excited beyond belief. he treats your belly like a sacred treasure, constantly checking in and promising to be the best big brother figure. jing yuan just watches with an amused smile, letting the boy go on about how he’ll train the baby to be the best swordsman when they’re older.

✧ if you so much as sigh, he’s immediately at your side. tired? he’s carrying you. back hurting? he’s massaging you. craving something? he already sent someone to get it.

✧ he lets you sleep on him whenever you want. if you’re tired in the middle of the day, he just pulls you into his lap, arms wrapped securely around you as he leans back, perfectly content to stay like that for hours.

✧ you catch him daydreaming about your child a lot. he’ll be sitting at his desk, chin in his palm, a soft smile on his lips as he imagines what they’ll look like. “will they have your eyes?” he asks one day, reaching out to brush his fingers over your cheek. “i hope they do.”

✧ he’s secretly very nervous about the birth. he won’t show it, but you catch the way his fingers tighten slightly when he thinks about it. he just loves you so much, and he hates the idea of you being in pain. he’ll be right by your side when the time comes, holding your hand, whispering reassurances in that deep, soothing voice of his.

✧ at the end of the day, jing yuan is just so deeply in love with you. every moment, every touch, every gentle smile—he’s cherishing all of it, because this is the family he’s always dreamed of.

✧ jing yuan is absolutely smitten with you and your pregnancy. he’s always been affectionate, but now? now he’s downright insatiable when it comes to touching you. his hands are always somewhere—resting on your belly, rubbing slow, soothing circles on your back, cupping your cheek as he presses soft kisses against your lips. he just wants you to feel loved every second of the day.

✧ he’s a chronic nuzzler. when you’re sitting together, he leans in to bury his face in your neck, breathing in your scent, his hands splayed across your belly. when you’re lying down, he rests his forehead against yours, murmuring sweet little reassurances about how well you’re doing. if he could, he’d never let you leave his embrace.

✧ he absolutely spoils you. your cravings? already fulfilled before you even realize you’re hungry. your feet hurt? he’s massaging them while looking at you with those warm, golden eyes. you’re feeling emotional? he’s pulling you into his lap, whispering words of love as he strokes your hair.

✧ his favorite thing is feeling the baby kick. he lights up every single time—his eyes softening, a slow smile tugging at his lips as he presses his palm to your belly. “ah, little one, i see you’re already training to be a warrior.” he chuckles, his thumb tracing slow circles against your skin.

✧ he reads to you at night. sometimes it’s poetry, sometimes it’s old tales of the xianzhou, but he loves the idea of his voice lulling both you and the baby into sleep. he takes it as an unspoken duty to make sure you’re as comfortable and relaxed as possible.

✧ he will not let you lift a single thing. you could be reaching for something as light as a teacup, and suddenly his arm is there, effortlessly taking it from you. “tsk, tsk, my dear. what did i say about doing things yourself?” he smirks as he hands it to you, obviously enjoying how much he gets to dote on you.

✧ yanqing is so excited that it makes jing yuan even more excited. when yanqing starts talking about how he’s going to train the baby in swordsmanship, jing yuan suddenly finds himself indulging in the fantasy, too. “hm… perhaps they’ll wield a greatsword like me,” he muses, stroking his chin before glancing at you with a teasing smirk. “or maybe they’ll be as quick-witted and sharp as their mother.”

✧ he secretly makes a journal about the pregnancy. he writes down little notes—about the first time he felt the baby kick, about how breathtaking you looked under the moonlight as you rested, about how his heart aches with how much he loves you both. he never tells you about it, but he plans to give it to your child when they’re older, so they’ll know just how much their father adored their mother.

✧ he absolutely, 100% cries when the baby is born. he tries to be strong, tries to keep his composure, but the moment he hears that first cry, he’s done for. he cups your face with shaky hands, pressing his forehead to yours as he whispers, “you did so well, my love… so well.” and when he finally holds the baby, his chest tightens with overwhelming love—he’s never known a happiness like this before.

✧.* Tornado seasons starting back up where I live so I wanna post this to take my mind off of the huuuuuuge tornado storm coming in the next hour

✧.* Modern au, lots and lots of tornados

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- THE ONE WHO SITS OUTSIDE WITH A BEER CAN WHEN HE HEARS THE ALARMS GO OFF

He could be doing really anything… but as soon as those god damned alarms go off, he’s popping a beer open and standing on the porch while watching the storm roll in. He stays unbothered. Tornado weather? Well, did it close Waffle House?

- BOOTHILL, wriothesley, childe, kaeya, Lowk Phainon

- THE SAFETY FREAK

He’s not scared of tornados, no, but he sure doesn’t feel like dying today. Lowkey he’s prepared for this. It’s the Midwest. He has some water bottles and canned goods in the tornado cellar already. Who do you think he is? As soon as those alarms go off, he’s grabbing the nearest device and taking you down to the storm cellar.

- Kaedehara Kazuha, Albedo, Dan Heng, Kamisato Ayato,

- THE “WE’LL BE FINE, GO BACK TO BED”

Isn’t scared. Doesn’t rlly care, tbh. It’s a storm, we get those twice an hour around here. If you get all worked up, will literally just tell you it’s not worth getting all scared over, to go back to bed, and he’ll know if the situation becomes serious. Again, he’s lived through many before.

- JING YUAN, Aventurine, Jiaoqiu (I could put him in both safety freak and this one but idk), Kinich, Xiao, BLADE, Mydei

- THE EVEN SAFER SAFETY FREAK (WHOS ALSO FREAKING OUT)

He knows before those sirens even go off. Troubles brewing. And he doesn’t like it. Thunderstorm in general make him nervous, so now this??? Not good, not good!! Is so frantic he might cry just a little. And he tries to take things so fast it only becomes harder and takes longer. No matter how many he’s lived through, he never gets used to it. Huh.

-Sunday, LYNEY, Argenti

i think Mydei has very intense eye contact whenever you’re talking, to the point that no matter how close you both become— you still can’t help but find yourself flushing beneath it. It was sharp but gentle all at once, resting on softened features as he looks at you and you’re no stranger to the way it flickers down to your lips when you smile, even if only for a moment.

Like now, as you rest beneath the covers in Mydei’s quarters. Both of you are propped up on your sides to face each other in his bed— draped in only the luxury fabric that covers you both now as it rolls over your hips and you’re talking to him. A little sleepy and a little soft as you address him, and he’s staring at you as you do— leaning over you on one of his forearms as his other free arm rests over your hips.

His gaze is as intense as it is consuming, and it makes you want to wriggle yourself a little deeper into his chest when you feel yourself warm beneath it. But then he’s tilting his head at the way you begin to smile and you have to turn yourself away from him to take a breath.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You grumble, playfully as you press your head back into your pillow a bit more— you don’t put any distance between you both, but still Mydei seems to lean in a bit closer. As if trying to meet your gaze again and he furrows his brows at you, rather confused when he can’t.

“Just what are you getting at this time? How else then, can I let you know that I’m listening?” His voice seems lower as he addresses you, and it doesn’t do much to help your already flustered state either. Especially not when you’re bare beneath him and inches away from being pressed skin to skin with him for the nth time tonight.

It makes you let out a little muffled whine as you bite on your lower lip, trying not to smile when you feel Mydei’s attention still locked on you.

“I don’t know but you’re staring. Why do you need to look at me like that?” With all that tenderness— it’s so unmistakable despite the fact it’s pooling in the eyes of a man who’s so familiar with battle and bloodshed. He watches you, and when you cast Mydei a quick sidewards glance, he seems to be thinking about his next words.

the in-betweens: studies and alchemy.

˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ hi I've been reading isekai romance manhwas with the dukes and I cannot for the life of me stop thinking about duke anaxa. here have this.

˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ tags : royalty au, love rectangle???

˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ featuring : DUKE! Anaxa, PRINCE! Mydei, KNIGHT! Phainon.

This story is best read after you've read my previous ROYALTY! AU featuring PRINCE! Mydei and KNIGHT! Phainon.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Duke ANAXA is one of the most notorious aristocrats in the Kingdom of Amphoreus, or so you’ve been told by Royal Advisor Aglaea in more than one of your tea sessions. She warns you of the man who resides in Grove of Epiphany, the scholars’ city – to avoid him unless you want your ears chewed off about his latest mad scientist research. After hearing what Aglaea had to say about the man, you plan on steering clear of him. Unfortunately, fate has twisted plans for you.

MYDEIMOS is the one to break the news to you; the elders in the council aren’t satisfied with the future king getting married to someone who barely knows the history of Amphoreus. Alas, they’ve made the decision to send you to the Grove of Epiphany to study.

MYDEIMOS assures you that it’s not your fault, that you aren’t less qualified to be his betrothed just because you’re of foreign royalty. Should you wish to not leave, he will find a way to make you stay. He gives you time to make the decision.

PHAINON almost drops his cup when you tell him that you agree to study at The Grove. He asks you if you’re sure, but he’s witnessed firsthand your thirst for knowledge, and he also knows that you’d rather inconvenience yourself than MYDEIMOS. PHAINON looks sullen for the rest of the day.

MYDEIMOS tells you that you’ll be studying only for a few months. He’s arranged for your stay in Duke ANAXA’s estate, much to your anxiousness. MYDEIMOS tells you that should Duke be a thorn on your side, he will swiftly take you back to Okhema.

The first time you step into the Murmuring Woods, you are greeted by the large tree that stands out in the middle of the forest. Duke ANAXA is waiting for you as you exit the carriage, and he introduces himself as ANAXAGORAS.

PHAINON, your escort for the journey, is still a Chrysos Knight stationed in Okhema and cannot stay with you, much to his dismay. Despite that, he tells you to write often, and that he’ll be anticipating your return; the Palace will be much lonelier without you.

Contrary to your expectations of the cold Duke, he is surprisingly welcoming in his own aloof way. ANAXAGORAS gives you a tour around his estate; his great library, his off-limits laboratory, and his Luminary Garden. You can tell that despite his huffs and puffs of having to “take care of the council’s whims”, he always accepts those who are eager to learn — a true scholar’s spirit.

The Duke is pleasantly surprised when you call him Duke ANAXAGORAS instead of his shortened name. You say it along with your gratitude for the welcome, and a promise that you’ll study hard during your stay. He brushes off the small smile threatening to pull on his face.

Days with Duke ANAXAGORAS are slow; when you wake up, ANAXAGORAS has left to Nousporist before you, and when you return, he’s locked himself in his lab. There are rare moments where you catch him walking out of his lab, and you invite him to eat dinner together. He wants to refuse, but remembers that you’re MYDEIMOS’ betrothed, and grumbles under his breath before accepting your invitation.

Dinners are a little awkward. He brushes off your attempts of small talk, trying to eat quickly so he can return to his research. Despite this, you still make an effort to talk about what subjects have been interesting you (he doesn’t care, he knows all the things taught in The Grove by heart) and ask him about his research (he says that you’re aeons too early to understand, no offense to your intelligence). Finally, you brave yourself to say that it’s less lonely to eat with ANAXAGORAS than eating alone.

This is what catches ANAXAGORAS off guard; he runs calculations in his mind all the time, tasks to assign the maids, classmates, and professors for your best comfort, but has never once taken into account of how lonely you might feel being in such an unfamiliar place. He clears his throat, but you notice he snaps back at you less.

The next morning, you find ANAXAGORAS by the estate doors, looking bored. When he sees you, he clicks his tongue, quipping about how you’ll be late if you’d taken just another second. Nevertheless, he walks with you to Nousporist.

On the way, he tells you that he cannot walk home with you, but to knock on his laboratory door once it’s dinnertime. ANAXAGORAS swears he’s never seen someone sporting a brighter smile when you nod excitedly, telling him that you’ll be looking forward to dinner.

ANAXAGORAS slowly opens up to you about his own bank of knowledge, and is surprised to find out about your interest in learning alchemy. You’d learned from your peers that ANAXAGORAS is the most skilled alchemist, and you tell him that you want to learn from the best.

This is how ANAXAGORAS ends up staying up with you late into the nights, practicing basic alchemy in the Luminary Garden. He scoffs when you get excited after learning a basic transmutation, taking his hands in yours and jumping around giddily, but he can’t deny you a small smile and a pat on the head.

With your little time in The Grove, you work hard to finish your studies. ANAXAGORAS have always liked diligent students, but he’s especially fond of you, offering small praises whenever you ace a quiz. Though it’ll be a backhanded compliment most of the time, you can feel the sincerity of it.

One day, MYDEIMOS and PHAINON drops by for a diplomatic visit. You greet both the Prince and the Knight with a hug before running your mouth about the great time you’ve had thus far as a student. Amidst the catch-up, you miss how Duke ANAXAGORAS’ face scrunches ever so slightly. It doesn’t take a genius to see how smitten the Prince is, as well as how clingy the Knight seems to be around you.

When you tell MYDEIMOS and PHAINON about how the Duke’s been taking good care of you, ANAXAGORAS can’t help the smirk that creeps on his face, especially seeing the glare that MYDEIMOS shoots him and the way PHAINON’s smile drops.

But what can they do? In The Grove, Duke ANAXAGORAS is more respected than the Prince, nevermind the Knights. As long as you’re still on his turf, MYDEIMOS and PHAINON can do nothing but await your return. And Duke ANAXAGORAS will make sure to take great care of you, for as long as you’re around.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

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swords, crowns, and everything in between.

˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ haiii I'm back! I wanted to write a short drabble royalty au love triangle between Mydei and Phainon but this ended up longer. also trying out a new format lmk if you guys like it lol.

˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ tags : royalty au, love triangle, angst (if you squint)

˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ featuring : PRINCE! Mydei, KNIGHT! Phainon.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

MYDEIMOS, who is introduced to you as the Crowned Prince of Amphoreus, your future husband. Your father had made arrangements for your marriage, a necessary political move, given that your kingdom is not as remarkable in military prowess.

MYDEIMOS, who, on the way to Okhema, tells you about the Marmoreal Palace, where he resides, and where you’ll eventually call home. About how cold the nights are, and that should you need extra coats, you should inform the maids.

PHAINON, who greets you with a bow when you reach the front of Marmoreal Palace. MYDEIMOS introduces him as the head of the Chrysos Knights, protectors of Amphoreus. He tells you that PHAINON will be here to protect you.

MYDEIMOS, who leads you to your chambers. When you open the door, you’re surprised to see it’s decorated with relics of your own kingdom. Traditional dressing table by the bed, and paintings of your castle. You turn to MYDEIMOS, thanking him sincerely. In return, he clears his throat and looks away.

PHAINON, who knocks on your door in the mornings to bring you breakfast. He is your companion when MYDEIMOS isn’t available, which is most days. As long as he is there to escort you, you are free to explore Okhema as you wish.

PHAINON, who seems more excited than you every time you try a new food stall at Marmoreal Market. He does not let you pay for anything, because MYDEIMOS has taken care of shouldering all your expenses.

MYDEIMOS, who isn’t one for idle chit-chat, but slowly starts asking you about how your day went during suppers — an effort to bridge the chasm that separates you and the cold Prince. Suppers are now one of the times in the day you look forward to the most.

PHAINON, who always checks on you after his nightly patrols. Many times, he catches you longing for home, sometimes drowning in your own tears. He drags a chair by your bed and holds your hand, slowly caressing your hair until you drift to sleep.

MYDEIMOS, who on his off days, invites you to the library, where you can read about the extensive history of the Eternal Land of Amphoreus while he does his paperwork. When you notice him start to furrow his brows even deeper than usual, you brew him a tea from your homeland. He gives you a sheepish thank you.

PHAINON, who you excitedly share stories about your homeland to. He is a great listener, always eager to hear more about what your life was like before Amphoreus. PHAINON makes an effort to study simple phrases in your language in hopes of making you laugh, because he thinks that your laugh is a beautiful melody.

PHAINON, who somehow manages to get his hands on a cookbook from your kingdom, and excitedly picks out fresh produce with you from the Palace greenhouse to cook your favorite meals together.

MYDEIMOS, who starts to notice you mentioning PHAINON more and more when you’re telling him about your daily routine during supper. He grips his fork tighter every time you mention the captain’s name, the things you did with him, how much fun you’re having exploring the city with PHAINON.

PHAINON, who furrows his brows when he sees MYDEIMOS in front of your door in the morning. Usually, PHAINON is the last one you see before you close your eyes, and the first one who greets you when you open your eyes. So why was the Prince here before him?

MYDEIMOS, who orders PHAINON to put away the breakfast tray and instead pass on his message to the cook to prepare a basketful of food. When PHAINON asks about the occassion, MYDEIMOS only gives a short curt answer about how he will be out the Palace that day.

MYDEIMOS, who greets you with a new dress when you wake up. You’re taken aback by the sudden gesture, and when you ask what it’s for, he tells you that he’s inviting you for a picnic.

PHAINON, who waves to you as the carriage leaves, leaving him behind in the Palace. He curls his fist and takes a deep breath: what is he thinking? You’re betrothed to his prince, he should not be feeling anything towards you, though that’s easier said than done. Even if you had felt the same things towards him, PHAINON could never give you the life you deserve — he’s no prince. He doesn’t have the power to give you the life of comfort you deserve.

MYDEIMOS, who listens intently as you tell him about the meal you cooked with PHAINON the other day, praising the knight to be an adept cook. He nods at the things you say, but in his head, MYDEIMOS is thinking about how happier you seem to be with PHAINON. Of course you would choose the friendly, caring knight over the broken prince, unable to express his emotions. Could he ever be the husband you deserve?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

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Befitting of the Kremnoan pride he bears, it comes off as no surprise that MYDEI’s gaze is closely accompanied by smoldering heat that can scald those who dare to catch a mere glimpse.

But as he stands before you now with a hand over his wounded flesh, whatever flame that persistently lingers ablaze within his sunset eyes seems to have faded into something else... something more akin to avoidance.

Avoiding your gaze, more specifically.

━ 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐮 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 !

— pairing; jing yuan x reader (ft. jingliu)

— summary; in which jing yuan has a crush and jingliu tries to help

— notes; this is my very first honkai fic so please don't be mean or i will cry. please donate to my kofi if you like my work. and know that i am mentally smooching everyone who reblogs my stuff.

❋ Jingliu is not blind.

❋ As sharp as her sword, Jingliu immediately notices the way Jing Yuan looks at you — sickeningly sweet, like a love-struck puppy. How he straightens up when you walk into a room, his subtle efforts to impress you during training ... It’s painfully obvious that her young disciple is nursing a crush.

❋ And to her surprise, she doesn’t disapprove. You're a noble, which means you come from good stock. You may not be a warrior, but you have elegance, poise, and kindness — things that Jing Yuan, with his quick wit and charisma, would pair with beautifully.

❋ And unlike some of the other aristocrats Jingliu has dealt with, you're neither arrogant nor insufferable. You're quite pleasant to be around. She decides — fine. You meet her standards. She approves.

❋ The problem, therein, lies with her boy.

❋ Jing Yuan is utterly useless. For someone with boundless talent in swordsmanship and strategy, he’s completely inadequate regarding matters of the heart. He’s reduced to nothing but a dreamy, lovesick fool the moment you walk into a room. His relationship with you (if it can even be called that) consists of stolen glances, lingering stares, and tongue-tied silence.

❋ Pathetic. 

❋ So, Jingliu — not a woman of romance but very much a woman of action — decides to take matters into her own hands.

❋ Whenever you visit, she makes sure to sing praises about Jing Yuan, with all the grace of a bull in a China shop.

❋ Jing Yuan wants to die.

❋ Every time Jingliu speaks, he wants the ground to swallow him whole. His face is redder than the finest Xianzhou wine, and he looks as though he’s in physical pain whenever she opens her mouth. He tries, desperately, to get her to stop. His dignity is at stake.

❋ Jingliu is exasperated. If she had a slipper, she’d be brandishing it at him like a disappointed mother. She considers finding one just for this occasion.

❋ As for you . . .

❋ You know what’s happening. Jingliu is trying to “sell” her disciple off; if her lavish praises are anything to go by. You don’t tease Jing Yuan (he’s already suffering enough), but you start smiling at him more, trying to coax him into a conversation.

❋ Maybe . . . Just maybe . . . You’ll save him from any further humiliation and take the first step.

“Nine months,” Caleb murmured, staring at the tiny baby in his arms. His baby. Their baby. His eyes were shining with awe—but his voice carried a hint of betrayal. “Nine months inside your mom’s womb… only to come out looking exactly like me.”

You rolled your eyes, the corner of your lips curling up into a soft smile. Your attention remained fixed on the minimally interesting documentary playing on the TV. “Good job, baby.”

“Good job?” He continued to pace in circles while cradling the baby. Caleb ran a finger along his son’s cheek, gently poking it, amazed by how soft and chubby it was. “It’s not that I don’t like him—he’s cute, and I love him. But I wanted a mini-you running around the house, giving me headaches. Instead, I replicated myself.”

“Yeah, sometimes genetics do that.” You replied, starting to feel a little sorry for your husband. “Besides, he hasn’t even turned one month old yet, maybe he’ll pick up my personality or some other trait of mine?”

Caleb sat down next to you, careful not to disturb the pillows surrounding you. “You think?” He spoke a little too loudly, then flinched as he felt the baby stir, waking up. Slowly, his tiny eyelids fluttered open, granting his dad a glimpse of his purple irises.

There was a long silence between you, the only sound being the narrator’s voice echoing through the room.

You took a deep breath, trying to suppress a laugh. Caleb held one of the baby’s tiny hands, attempting to entertain him. “Your genes didn’t even try…”

TRYING TO TAKE YOU HOME WHEN YOU DON’T RECOGNIZE THEM. ft. dan heng, jing yuan, mydei, phainon, and sunday.

cw for implied alcohol consumption. not mentioned otherwise — just the silly scenario where reader seemingly doesn’t recognize them upon first glance. prompt from anon on prev blog! fem!reader for all.

He wonders if this was truly the best course of action.

“Give me back my jacket, you jerk...” your words come out slurred, barely mustering the strength needed to keep your hold on his sleeve as you trail behind him down the street.

His jacket — he'd usually correct you — but he doesn't this time, lest you eventually come to the conclusion that the mentioned jacket isn't even yours and therefore holds no importance.

“Soon. The agreement we settled on was that if you don't make a scene, I'll give it back.”

It sounds like a threat.

And if someone were to spot him now, this would certainly paint his image in a light that he would much rather not be perceived in, if given the choice.