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Day 28
Interruption- 5012 x Reader
content: Casper accidentally in erupts a moment between you and 5012. gender neutral reader, crack, fluff, slightly suggestive, Sunshine mentioned briefly (also gn).
word count: 1.3k
a/n: In honor of the demo for adwd2 coming out and the Kickstarter coming out tomorrow i wanted to write about everyone's fave owl! Hope yall enjoy!
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You had spent the day being on your absolute best behavior. You had trained with Atlas instead of playing claw games with him all day, behaved in the field when going topside, and even filled out the proper paperwork and filed it. All of this was part of your master plan, of course.
You put on your most innocent smile as you walked into 5012’s office. He looked over the pile of paperwork on his desk towards you, eyes narrowing.
“No.” he deadpanned.
angel side char in adwd2 ??👀👀
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LEAKS AND SPOILERS AHEAD ❗️(frozen reference hehe)
33 million cycles. Millions of lives he shared with you. And millions of times that he lost you.
In every cycle, you were there. Same person with the same personality. The gentlest smile carved in his mind like a distant memory. It was truly distant.
33 million cycles. He loved you like no other. His heart never failing to skip a beat whenever his eyes land on you. Anyone would believe that you were blessed by Mnestia themself with your beauty.
He doesn't remember every cycle. But his heart remembered the countless times it beats for you when you're near. His chest ached with longing for you. His mind was plagued by you.
The cycles repeat themselves. There might be different scenarios when he meets you, but just like the previous ones, in the 33,550,336th cycle, he falls in love with you once more.
He would bask in your presence, he relished in receiving a smile from you despite his corny jokes, and he would enjoy how your laugh was music to his ears.
Every night when he returns to his chambers, a smile would form on his lips, muttering, "it was a good day," as he remembered your smiling face.
But just like in the past cycles, Phainon is bound to lose you.
The cold enveloped you fully, eternally freezing your body in Dawncloud. In the center of the forecourt, you were there.
Eternally frozen.
There were no warnings. No signs of this day coming.
"Is that...?"
"[name]?" Dan Heng continued Stelle's dumbfounded reaction, their eyes widening at your familiar frozen figure.
Phainon remained silent, but his expression said it all. The way his lips parted, his pupils shaking as he stared at you. Stilled and cold.
Was this your curse? Not even his love can thaw your frozen heart? Not even his arms around you could get you out of this eternal cold?
He walked over to you, a shaky hand landing gently on your cheek. He didn't feel that nuzzle whenever he would hold you like that. You were just cold. Physically cold that it hurt Phainon both physically and mentally.
There were no tears in his eyes, but the grief was overwhelming him that he almost forgot about his mission to bring Kephale's coreflame back to the Vortex of Genesis.
In his selfish wish, he hoped you would remain here. Like a statue. The fall of the dawn of Amphoreus wouldn't crush you.
Then he turned around to continue their mission.
"Let's go," Phainon spoke to the two Astral Express crew, his voice shaking in the slightest as he wiped a single tear that fell from his eye.
In the 33,550,336th cycle, he lost you to your curse.
But Phainon would wait until a new fate dawned upon you two. In the next life, he will never allow fate itself to take you away from him again.
Never again.
The Flame Reaver in all their glory, the one who killed off the rest of the Chrysos Heirs.
Their metal claws ran through your cold and hardened face. The mysterious sword master, their touch uncharacteristically gentle.
"Sorry... didn't protect you..."
Can I request a reader who’s willing to sacrifice herself for amphorus (I cannot spell it 😭) for the amphorus men + algae. And when the time comes for drastic measures she does it before they can stop her?
ʚɞ And she got, she got away ʚɞ
Pairings: Phainon x Reader, Mydei x Reader, Anaxa x Reader, Aglaea x Reader
Summary: How would they react to you sacrificing yourself for them?
Tags: Angst, hurt/no comfort, major character death, loss of humanity on Aglaea’s part
A/N: TYSM FOR THE REQ! Why was Phainon the easiest to write, he's such an angst material 😞☝️, anyways, hope you enjoy!
⚘ Phainon:
The sky of Okhema, once a deep indigo painted by the Dawn Device’s gentle glow, now burned with an oppressive orange-yellow haze, as though the heavens themselves mourned. The ruins around you smoldered, shadows of shattered spires twisting in the light of distant flames. The Trailblazer and Dan Heng had moved elsewhere, leaving you and Phainon alone in this crumbling battlefield—alone with the man you’d only met a few times, yet who now bore the weight of every life in Amphoreus.
Phainon fought with unrelenting fury, his greatsword a streak of steel and fire as he clashed against the Flame Reaver. But this man was no ordinary foe; he seemed to anticipate every strike, every movement, pushing Phainon to the brink. You could barely keep up, your own attacks landing with little effect. Exhaustion burned through your body, but the Coreflame cradled in your arms pulsed with a soft, steady glow—as if it, too, whispered to you what had to be done.
Resolve hardened in your chest. You stepped forward, grip tightening on the Coreflame. The Flame Reaver’s gaze snapped toward you, sensing the shift in your resolve. Phainon noticed it too—and froze. That look in your eyes was the same one he’d seen before, over and over, etched into the faces of every friend who’d given their life for this cursed land.
“No,” he breathed, stepping in front of you with a desperation that cracked through his usual calm. He swung his greatsword to ward off the Reaver, then turned back to you, his golden eyes wide, wet with panic. “Stay back! Don’t—don’t even think about it! Please, dawnlight, I can’t lose you too!” His voice broke on the last word.
You only smiled softly, your trembling hands cupping his calloused ones, bringing them over the Coreflame. “Phai,” you whispered, your voice steady despite the fear twisting in your gut. “The future of Amphoreus is in your hands. You’re the Deliverer. You’ll bring the dawn… even if I can’t stand beside you to see it.”
“Don’t,” he choked, clutching your hands like he could hold you here by sheer will. But you’d already made your choice.
Before he could react, you pulled away and surged toward the Flame Reaver, each step heavy with purpose. Phainon’s shout tore through the battlefield. “NO!” His cry was drowned by the clash of steel and fire as you met the Reaver head-on, weaving through his attacks, drawing him away from Phainon and the Coreflame.
Your weapon cut arcs of light, a final dance of defiance, until your power flared—a blinding burst that swallowed you both. The last thing you heard was Phainon’s desperate scream, your name echoing like thunder.
And then… silence.
Phainon skidded to a halt where you’d stood moments before, his sword slipping from his trembling grip to the blood-soaked earth. The Coreflame weighed heavily in his hands, its glow warm and cruel. His breathing hitched, chest rising and falling with ragged sobs as he stared at the empty space, tears spilling freely down his dirt-streaked face.
“No… no, no, no…” His voice cracked as he fell to his knees, clutching the Coreflame like it was your heart itself. “Not you… not you too. Why…?” The question dissolved into broken sobs. He’d sworn to be the Deliverer, to bring dawn to Amphoreus, but all he felt was the darkness of your absence. The battlefield blurred around him, his world narrowing to the memory of your smile, your touch, and the unbearable reality that his light was gone.
⚘ Mydei:
The throne of Kremnos loomed in the distance, a broken silhouette against a sky split by crimson light. Battle cries echoed through the ruined stronghold as Nikador’s army surged like a tide of darkness, and Mydei carved through it like a storm, his gauntleted hands gleaming, his golden eyes burning. Immortal though he was, his body bore the marks of countless blows, scars painting his body golden, blood streaking his face. You stayed close, your heart pounding with the weight of your decision, even as you matched his steps and parried stray attacks.
“Mydei!” you shouted over the chaos, voice cracking. “We’re not going to hold him off much longer!”
He snarled, blocking Nikador’s massive blade with a roar. Sparks flew as his weapon locked with the Titan's. “Stay behind me!” he barked, shoving Nikador back. His fury masked fear, but you saw it—he couldn’t afford to lose you. “I’ll end this. Just stay alive.”
You didn’t respond. Instead, you tightened your grip on your weapon, stealing one last glance at him. Mydei, the man who bore immortality like a curse, who carried centuries of pain etched in the hardened set of his jaw. He couldn’t die for Kremnos… but you could. And for him, for the crown he was meant to wear, you would.
Your body moved before your mind could scream for you to stop. You rushed past Mydei with a cry, throwing yourself between him and Nikador’s next devastating strike. Mydei’s eyes widened in horror as steel met flesh, your body glowing with the power you’d gathered. A flash of light exploded across the battlefield, ripping Nikador’s defenses apart and hurling him back, mortally wounded.
“NO!” Mydei’s roar shook the ground as he caught you before you could collapse completely. You were trembling violently, blood staining his arms as he lowered you gently onto the fractured stone floor. “Why… why would you do this?” His voice cracked, raw with a desperation you’d never heard from him.
Your trembling hand reached for his cheek, fingers brushing the scars there. “Because you’re meant… to lead. To rule. Kremnos needs you…” you whispered, your lips trembling with a bittersweet smile. “And I love you.”
Tears welled in his golden eyes as his forehead pressed against yours, his large hands cradling your face as if holding porcelain. “No. Don’t leave me. Please.” The great warrior of Kremnos was reduced to a man begging the stars for a miracle. But you were already fading, your breath slowing as his tears fell freely onto your skin.
When your body stilled, Mydei let out a hoarse, broken cry that echoed across the silent battlefield. The crown of Kremnos lay only a few steps away, glinting with cruel irony. He clenched his fists, rage and grief twisting in his chest. The kingdom had its immortal king, but his heart had been buried with you.
⚘ Anaxa:
The Grove was burning. Its once-sacred libraries, full of centuries of wisdom, were reduced to charred ruins as Black Tide creatures surged through shattered doors and broken walls. The air stank of rot and ash, screams echoing as scholars and warriors fell one by one. Anaxa stood at your side, his spear dripping black ichor, his shoulders heaving from exhaustion. His hands trembled, yet his eyes—deep and determined—were fixed on protecting you.
“We’re losing,” he muttered hoarsely, spinning his spear to fend off another monstrous creature. The blood soaking his clothes wasn’t all his own. “We have to retreat, [Name]. We’ll regroup. We’ll—”
“No,” you said firmly, voice soft but unyielding as you turned to him. Your hand brushed against his cheek, thumb swiping away the soot streaking his skin. His gaze flicked to you, wide with fear—not for himself, but for you. “You’re the hope Amphoreus needs, Anaxa. You’re more than a scholar now. You’re proof that we can still survive this.”
He shook his head, panic breaking through his usual calm composure. “No, don’t you dare talk like that. We’ll survive this together. Please, don’t—”
But your decision was made. With a sudden burst of power, you shoved him back, creating a shimmering barrier between you. He pounded against it, his voice cracking with desperation. “No! Don’t you dare do this! I need you! Please!”
You turned to him one last time, smiling softly through the tears threatening to fall. “And I need you to live.”
With a cry, you unleashed everything you had. Your body became a beacon of radiant energy, burning through the tide of monsters that swarmed the Grove. Screeches filled the air as your power consumed them, the ground trembling beneath the sheer force of your sacrifice. And then, with a flash of blinding light, the monsters were gone.
Anaxa stumbled forward as the barrier dissolved, falling to his knees beside your lifeless body. He reached out with shaking hands, pulling you close, his tears dripping onto your cooling skin. “No… no, no, no…” His voice cracked as sobs wracked his body. The Grove was silent now, but the weight of its destruction—and your loss—crushed him.
He buried his face against your neck, whispering promises through his grief. “I’ll remember you. I’ll keep fighting. You’ll never be forgotten. Not while I live.” His tears fell like rain, mingling with the soot and ash that stained your hair.
⚘ Aglaea:
The Flame-Chase Journey was supposed to be a march toward salvation. Instead, it became a funeral procession that stretched for miles. Blood soaked the earth, and the once-proud heirs of Chrysos fell one by one. Aglaea’s golden threads glimmered faintly around her, weaving barriers and cutting through enemies with deadly precision. But her control faltered when she felt your life flicker.
“No…” she whispered, panic breaking through her calm mask. She ran through the chaos, cutting through enemies with trembling hands, her threads glowing brighter with desperation. “No, no, no, not you.”
She found you in the middle of the battlefield, slumped against the earth, your blood staining the golden threads still wrapped around your body like a futile shield. You managed a weak smile when you saw her, even as the light in your eyes dimmed. “Aglaea… I’m sorry.”
“No,” she gasped, kneeling beside you. Her hands glowed as she desperately tried to weave her threads to heal you, to patch the hole in your chest, to undo the cruel hand fate had dealt her. “No, you’re not allowed to apologize. I can save you. I can fix this. Please, I—”
Your trembling hand brushed her tear-streaked face, your touch soft despite the pain. “You’ll… keep them safe. You always do,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “That’s… who you are.”
Aglaea’s composure shattered completely as she clutched you close, her threads flickering weakly around her. “No… no, stay with me. Please. I can’t lose you. Not you.” Her tears fell onto your cheek, her voice cracking with anguish.
Your smile was faint but warm. “I’ll always… love you.” And then, your body stilled in her arms.
Aglaea let out a strangled sob that pierced through the battlefield. Around her, the world seemed to lose its color, her golden threads dimming as if mourning with her. She cradled you like porcelain, refusing to let go even as the battle raged on.
From that day forward, Aglaea carried your memory like a scar. Each stitch of golden silk she wove was heavy with grief, each victory hollow. She fulfilled her duties, but with every step of the Flame-Chase Journey, she felt her humanity unraveling—because her heart had died with you.
…a crown between us ٠࣪⭑
⟢ a knight sworn to protect, and a heart he can’t resist.
pairing! knight!phainon x princess!reader
warnings! angst, grief, character death, mourning, emotional breakdown, guilt, regret, trauma, despair, blood, death of a loved one, hopelessness, crying, vows of devotion, unrequited love, tragic ending, denial, emotional devastation, implied violence
a/n! 100 followers speciallll!!! hey guys im actually super angry at you because it’s been TOO long and i got almost no requests for the special 😡???? at least do me a favor and enjoy this little phainon fic or else!!! sorry no g/n reader this time…
credits to @rawwwra for the idea
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okhema’s princess… a being of light and gentleness, too soft to ever bring harm to anyone or anything. your laughter filled the palace halls, your kindness warmed the hearts of even the coldest souls. the people adored you, and the children followed you through the gardens like petals chasing the wind. yet, behind all the smiles and songs, jealousy brewed in the shadows. envy, as it always does, waited for its chance to strike.
after the first attempt on your life—a poisoned cup meant to steal your breath—the king decided his beloved daughter needed constant protection.
knights were chosen, one after another. some were too tall, too broad, their presence alone enough to make you uneasy. others were too small, too frail, and you wondered how they were meant to defend anyone at all. day after day, you demanded new guards, new faces, new promises of safety. none felt right.
SCHEHERAZADE.
summary ⟡ In Eternal Recurrence #33,550,336—one of only twelve cycles where you and Phainon stood beneath Kephale’s gaze as bride and groom—Flame Reaver meets you at the altar alone.
contains ⟡ 1.6k wc, female reader, you have the power to see memories of the past, you and cyrene are twins but it’s not really the focus of this fic, the focus is ANGST (yay for angst!! i love angst!!)
note ⟡ title is from richard siken’s poem “scheherazade”. this was a really really impulsive post but my brain is finally working again so i wrote this instead of studying for finals mwahahaha. it’s short though so i apologize! and because i just posted this, the mydei blurb scheduled for thursday will be moved to saturday :D i hope you enjoy reading!
It always starts the same way—slow, like someone turning the pages of a book you’ve read too many times, soft enough that you can almost pretend you chose to remember.
Oronyx never warns you before a dream hits. The Titan of Time doesn’t need to. Your head touches the pillow, your breath falls steady, and then you’re slipping, pulled gently backwards into memories that aren’t always yours and are never in the right order.
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