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Hello there, my name is Flamescisionboo! You can also call me Jird or Jordan (Jordan's my actual name, I spell it as Jird as a little joke because I spelled it that way many times by accident, and it became my little inside joke). I go by she/her or they/them, doesn't really matter for me.
I love to write for all kinds of things. Fluff, dark, hurt and comfort, hurt and no comfort, and even some spicy things (wink wink). That being said, my blog is for mature audiences ONLY, so if you're a minor then please turn the other cheek. Please and thank you!
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Welp... guess it's time to start working on this too
Hip-hip hooray! (I'm probably gonna die☠️)
BTW has anyone played the second game? I remember seeing the second one a while ago, but I haven't actually watched anyone play it yet (mostly because I forgot lol) so like, is it any good? Is it meh? Like I wanna know, but no spoilers please and thank you. I just want an opinion on it, y'know?
Summary: Sometimes, it gets unbearable. The pain, the constant aches, the way you can't control your body in the way you want to. It's like a weight that crashes over you like a tidal wave. But at the very least, there's someone by your side that makes it a little more bearable.
Pairings: Mydei x Reader
Warnings: Hurt w/ comfort, fluff, Mydei being a sweetheart, may be a little ooc
It's unbearable.
The pain. The aches. The way your body refuses to cooperate with you for once. Sometimes, you'll feel numb and other times, you feel like the entire world is poking you with their little knives. All at the same damn time. You want to scream, you want to tear the walls, you want to... You don't even know what you want. It gets to the point where a part of your resilience starts to crumble like old pillars. The more you try to hold the ceiling up, the easier it becomes for it to come crashing down. You have good days (whatever "good" stands for anymore), and then you have really bad days, like today. You must've made one of the Titans angry, because the moment you woke up, everything went wrong. You cried the moment your eyes opened and felt it, that familiar gnawing at your bones like some dog's chew toy. You couldn't move from the bed at all, forcing you to lay there until it subsided enough to allow movement. And when you were finally able to move, you had to rely on Mydei to help you up. Poor Mydeimos, you think to yourself. Not only does he have to shoulder the responsibility of taking care of his tribe, but he also has to make sure you're taken care of as well. 'How did our crown prince get shackled with someone like them?' You heard some Kremnoans whisper in the alleys. Every time you passed by, cane in hand and carrying a basket full of groceries for the month, you feel their judging eyes following you intently. You know what Mydei's people think of you.
Weak.
Pathetic.
Annoying.
A waste of time.
Mydei tells you to ignore them, but how can you when their voices are the same as the ones in your head? You feel like a burden. A burden he doesn't need to carry. One he shouldn't have to carry. If you weren't hindering him, he would be free to take care of his own wants and needs. If you weren't around, he could've found someone better. Someone who's not an embarrassment to his tribe.
"Mydei?"
He makes rough sound of acknowledgement.
"Why are you still here?"
Confused, Mydei turns his head to look at you from over his shoulder. Currently, he's making dinner for the both of you after a long day of training, patrolling, and Chrysos Heir duties. You tried to sneak into the kitchen to cook for him, but (almost like he sensed it) he shooed you away before you had the chance. Not that you minded, Mydei's cooking is no less than divine.
"What do you mean?"
You shrugged. "I don't know, it's just... why stick around someone who's always 'complaining'?"
Now, he really turns to look at you. Confusion forms into anger. Not at you, it will never be pointed towards you, but at the potential victim of his ire.
"Who said that to you? Tell me who they are."
"Isn't that exactly how I sound though? Like I'm complaining all the time about every little thing?" You voice cracks a little. "Why do you waste your time on someone like me? You could have someone who's strong, fierce, not... this."
You gesture to all of you. Mydei turns off the stove and wipes his hands clean before walking over to you. He kneels so he can be eye level with you, his expression is unreadable. Golden eyes examine every inch of your face, the one he loves to cradle in his big, warm hands every day. You try not to look back, ashamed to stare him directly in the eyes. But Mydei doesn't let you look away for long, as he gently puts his index and thumb under your chin and turns you to face him.
"Strength is not always physical, it comes in other ways as well. I'm not 'wasting my time' on you, I'm spending it with you. If I had really felt that this was a waste of time, I wouldn't be here now."
You open your mouth to protest. "I'm not finished yet." But he placed a finger over your lips to silence you temporarily.
"You are not a burden to me, never have and never will be. I'm here because I want to be, because I care, because you deserve everything the world has to offer."
Because I love you goes unsaid, but you know that it's there. You feel the sting in your eyes, your nose waters, and your heart is tightening in your chest. Mydei grabs your left hand, raising it to his lips and kissing along your knuckles and fingers. He waits a little longer on your ring finger before lifting his head again.
"Yes, I could've chosen someone else, but I didn't. I chose you, and I will keep choosing you, even if the world is against me for it. I don't care what the others say, because you are the one that matters. I don't need their approval, I know exactly what I want. And the person I want by my side... is you."
You start crying before you can stop yourself. You try to wipe your tears with your free hand, but they won't stop no matter what you do. Mydei rose from the ground, bending down to kiss your tears away and caressing your temples. You wrap your arms around his neck, hiding yourself in the crock of his neck. You feel the soft laugh vibrating from his throat as he placed his hands on your sides, gently rubbing up and down them.
"You always know what to say. How dare you?" You choked out a laugh.
"Have you forgotten, dear? I am and have always been honest about my feelings."
You let out another laugh, but it gets muffled by his neck. You think for a moment, pause, then speak.
"Can we stay like this for a little while?" You ask through your sniffles. "I don't want to let go just yet..."
"Of course, my lioness."
Mydei carefully directs you out of your seat to stand, so he can properly embrace you. Your hands slide from his neck to behind his back, pressing your cheek against his chest as you squeeze him a little tighter. Mydei has always been warm, you can never stop yourself from inching further and further into his proximity. Against your ear, you can hear his heart beat thumping steadily. Mydei's hands reposition themselves, a hand rubs circles on your back, the other staying stationary on your waist. The hand on your back moves to the back of your head, you feel him kiss the crown of it. There he remains, holding onto you for as long as you want him to. You close your eyes, allowing yourself to relax in Mydei's warm embrace.
Even if the days become unbearable, even if your body refuses to listen, even if you have to deal with the voices, there is at least one person by your side. Someone who makes it worth all that trouble. Someone who'll right beside you through it all, no matter how hard it gets.
And that "someone" is Mydeimos.
Ngl... I cried writing this. I'm going through some chronic pain myself, and it gets hard sometimes. I joke about "falling apart" with my mom and stuff, but it really does... suck. I don't want to say anything about it because if I do, it'll sound like I'm complaining. I've been told before that I complain a lot about the littlest of things, so I hardly say anything anymore. Not a good coping mechanism, but it's the only one I got right now.
I always feel nervous telling my doctor about stuff like this because I don't want them to think I'm there for narcotics. It just feels like I'll be judged if I speak about it, and I really don't want to deal with all of that. There will always be some idiot out there that'll tell me "Oh, it's not that bad." Like, huh? Are you in my body, or am I? What are we talking about?
Sorry, got a little personal there. The only way I can really express these frustrations is through writing, and hopefully I can make others feel just a little bit better with it.
I'm sure someone else has had an idea like this before, but imagine:
Swan Lake AU with Phainon as Prince Siegfried and the reader as Princess Odette. Lygus cursed the reader and her (sorry, I kinda imagined the reader as a lady here) maidens to be swans. Phainon goes hunting to take his mind off of picking a bride, as Aglaea told her that he has to choose one during his coming-of-age party. Obviously, he doesn't want to do that and would rather marry out of love. He almost kills the reader but stops once he watches her transform into her human form. He's instantly smitten (what a yearner). And when the reader tells him about Lygus' curse, he vows to help her break the spell and love her forever. But then, during the ball, he's tricked into pledging his love for another (Lygus' *eugh* daughter) right in front of the reader before she could warn him of the trick. By the time he does realize it's a trick, it's too late because he broke his vow. So he begs the reader for forgiveness. Though reader forgives him, she would rather drown in the lake in order to be free, and Phainon (being helplessly in love with her) follows her in, drowning himself alongside her so they would never be apart. Yeah, there's no comfort ending here fellas because I'm basing this off of the ballet play and not the Barbie movie lol. Although, I guess you can count them dying together as a "happy" ending? Because that's what they wanted? IDK
Yeah, that's really it. I'm not really talented at writing, nor am I confident in my abilities to actually write a story like that. But I just wanted to crack open my skull and let the ideas spill out, you know?
Also, I had a similar idea for this kind of AU but it's a Mydei x Princess Tutu!reader. I'm probably the 1% of people who actually remember that anime, but if you do happen to know Princess Tutu then I salute you. It was my first ever anime and it holds a very dear place in my heart.
Summary: Khaslana is the past. He has brought about the beginning of an arduous journey that he can no longer bear to witness. Cycle, after cycle, after cycle of no progress, he leaves the path of the "Deliverer" behind in exchange for forever. Phainon is the brilliant future that he never thought possible. He is the regrets that lingered since he made his decision. And now, Khaslana comes face to face with the unbearable truth of his actions.
Pairings: Phainon x GN!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of death, Khaslana and past reader had children (twins), Khaslana is a bit of a yandere (ooc), spoilers for Xenoblade Chronicles 3 if you haven't played the game yet
Tags: Xenoblade 3 AU
That man that wears his face, the man that you somehow know so well, stares at you with betrayal in his eyes. Those hollow blue eyes flickering between yours and the sky blue that belongs to your partner. His breaths are heavy, you can hear his heart, or what little remains of it, shattering into pieces. And as much as it pains you to watch him go through motions of betrayal, grief, and anger, you know that you cannot stand by his side. Because as long as he remains on the other side, bowing his head before a tyrant in exchange for forever, you will not stand with him. He whispers your name like a forbidden spell, his voice barely piercing the sky’s barrier.
“You would rather go with him than stay with me? My long shadow? Phainon?”
You say nothing. You can’t bring yourself to say anything. You latched onto Phainon’s hand, fear and guilt running through your veins.
“Why? Why would you…?”
His eyes widened as realization dawned on him. He turned his head to the sky, where the glittering gold of one’s Homecoming had fluttered away, never to return.
“No, you’re not my… You’re not them. You’re…!”
Like pressure built up for far too long, it all comes out in a destruction trail. Yells, screams, curses. All fly out of his mouth as he understands the situation that has just unfolded. Immortal, yet still so unbearable human.
“Why?! Why would you leave me?! Everything I ever did, I did for you! So, why?!”
“Did you really not realize?” You said, confident yet still afraid.
His piercing glare nearly stops you in your tracks, but you refuse to see him like this. Even if he isn’t your Phainon, that does not mean you will watch as he burns himself to mere ashes.
“The other ‘me’ couldn’t follow you anymore. Having to harvest lives just to survive, slaying the innocent to fuel your objective, and even Phainon…”
You turned to stare at your partner, the man whose name you have yet to speak aloud. Fearful that if doing so, your poor heart would break in two.
“You would rather force him to endure the things you have than leave him to make his own decisions. Is that not cruel? Is that not being the same as that Observer you hate so much?!”
“You wouldn’t understand, they were supposed to be by my side forever!”
“Then you should’ve been able to give them that life. But instead, you forced them into making a difficult choice because you couldn’t let go!”
Iron clad hands grip the handle of his twisted, blackened sword, his knuckles may have turned white underneath that armor. Sunken eyes, void of feelings long since past, merely stare with an eerily unreadable expression. You couldn’t help but shrink under his gaze. Is this how the other you felt every day, being under his scrutinizing and possessive control? Never being allowed to live freely, to love fully, and to embrace the man they hold so dear? It’s… terrifying.
But just as the dark clouds start to shroud your gloomy skies, the sun arrives just in time to chase them away. Phainon’s hand, large and warm, eclipses your own and steady you once more.
“I held those two, you know?” Phainon began, staring down at his own hand. “I felt their warmth in my hands, felt their happiness and their grief… There was no mistaking it. Khaslana, if there was any trace of your old feelings, then−
“My feelings, you say?”
Khaslana lets out a mocking laugh. “My feelings have never changed, their the same as they’ve always been.”
He points toward you. “They’re for you, my Starlight.”
There’s a crazed gleam in his eyes, one that you’ve never seen before, even in the memories of your past self. You latched yourself onto Phainon’s arm, and he held you tight in response. You could feel him tremble a bit, both frightened of his other self and angered at his reluctance to open his heart.
“You have stolen them away from me, Phainon. I will cut you down and take them back to my side.”
He approached, slowly yet menacingly. The tip of his sword scraped against the marble pavement like nails to a chalk board. “Starlight is mine, they’re not yours! They don't belong to you, they belong only to me!”
You summon your weapon, as did Phainon. He turns to you, sky bright eyes filled with a plethora of emotions but strangely enough, there was confidence. Confident that they can prevail and break through to Khaslana. Confident that even against the Beginning, there will be an End. And he is ever so confident with you by his side, he can take on even the harshest truths. You can’t help but follow his lead, no matter how silly and unfitting it may be for the situation. With Phainon by your side, you can’t be afraid of anything.
Not even the past.
I've written something like this before, but I wasn't happy with it and decided to delete the entire thing. It was an extremely bloated mess of my own little headcanon of an HSR x Xenoblade Chronicles 3 AU. So I scrapped it and rewrote the thing to focus solely on this instead.
Regardless, I hope you enjoyed. Have a great morning, afternoon, and/or evening wherever you are.
PS: I'm still working on the Mydei x Pediatrician!Reader, don't worry. It's just taking me some time because I have finals coming up, so I'm taking longer than I would like. But please bear with me 🙏
So, I got an AU idea: Coffee Talk Phainon x time traveler!reader.
Please tell me I'm not the only one who remembers that game. I'll cry.
Phainon always shows up at the coffee shop to try and come up with story for his book, and the reader is trying to help him so he can achieve his goal. They know what will happen in the future if he doesn't, so the reader does whatever they can to prevent that future from happening. Phainon is lowkey suspicious of reader because they somehow know things that they shouldn't, but he also yearns for them (puppy behavior).
I don't know, this is about all I got lol. I know it's cliche and stuff, so please tell me if this is a good idea or not. 😭
I made this pediatrician!reader x Mydei a while ago, but I've been thinking. Would it be worth making a little mini series out of it? Nothing too extensive, just something like maybe 4-5 parts (probably less given my schedule) of pure fluffiness? I dunno, let me know what y'all think.
Should Mydei x Pediatrician!Reader get a mini series?
You hate the cold. It makes you sick, it causes you to shiver like a leaf, and you absolutely hate that it makes you feel all shriveled. But at least, there's one person who makes it bearable for you.
Pairings: Phainon & Mydei x reader (separate)
Warnings: Fluff, slight suggestiveness in Mydei's but nothing too explicit
Tags: Modern AU
Phainon
You hate winter.
You hate the cold.
You've always hated it since you were young, and that never changed when you became an adult. It probably won't change ever, even when you grow old and wrinkly. You never quite understood why people loved the cold season so much. Not only was the holidays exhausting, but they were a pain for your sinuses too.
Achoo!
Case in point. Like a feather that's constantly tickling your nose, forcing you to sneeze. It made you want to pull your hair out from how much sneezing you've done. You found yourself getting sick more often than you'd like, and that was primarily because of the cold weather. You wear warm clothes when you go out, you always have the heater on in your home, but nothing seems to work. You're always cold. And you absolutely despise it.
"Partner, are you alright?"
Phainon calls to you from beyond the realm of ugliness you're currently sulking in. The moment he enters your room and spots you, he already knows what the problem is. Chuckling in slight amusement, he sits next to you on the bed.
"Cold?"
You nod, he understands.
"Heater's on, your blanket is thick, but you're still trembling..."
You're about to tell him to leave, that you'll warm up eventually. But before you could get a single word out, he slips into the bed as natural as butter and wraps his arms around your waist. Phainon is like the sun itself, unfathomably warm. The moment you feel his embrace, you know that it won't be long until your body falls under his spell. His large hands rubbing up and down your side, his breath tickling the crock of your neck, and the way his legs just tangle yours immediately. Almost like he's afraid you might escape from his grasp.
"There we are..." He chuckles lightly. "Are you warm now?"
"Yes, thanks to you hogging me like a lost treasure."
You try your best to poke his cheek, only to have your finger bitten. You crane your neck to look back at the overgrown puppy, raising a brow at his antics. He only gives you a brief kiss on your neck in response.
"I know you hate the cold. So, the next time you're finding it unbearable, just seek me out. I'll always be here to keep you nice and warm."
"If I did that, I'll sound like a whiny child. I don't want you to deal with that."
"Hey, look at me."
You begrudingly do as Phainon suggests and shift around until you're facing him. He placed a dotting hand on your cheek, caressing the chilly skin underneath. You were starting to warm up thanks to him, and soon, you won't be thinking about the cold. Those sky-kissed eyes of his never fail to entrance you, like he was doing it on purpose to ensure you'll be under his spell. And honestly, you didn't mind.
"I would never think you're being whiny because you're cold. You're not doing it on purpose. I understand that you take a while to get warm, and who am I to deny you it?"
He gets a little closer, eyes narrowing into that teasing expression he always has. "And besides, this is a great excuse to keep you close to me."
"God, you're a dork."
"But I'm your dork, right?"
You rolled your eyes, a smile gracing your face. You can't deny that being here, cuddling with your personified heater of a boyfriend is amazing. It shows that despite the annoyance of winter creeping around the corner, despite how much your nose burns from the chilly air, and despite how freezing you are, you at least have Phainon with you. And he would never let you go, even if you begged him to. Because Phainon has and will always prioritize your safety and comfort above his own. You chuckle before huddling closer to him, closing your eyes at the gentle heat that radiates off him.
"Yes, you are my dork." You replied. "Thank you, Phainon..."
"There's no need to thank me. Now, close your eyes and rest, starlight. I'll still be here when you wake up."
Mydei
Currently, you're shivering under your blanket while trying to keep warm and failing spectacularly at it somehow. You wanted to spend the day with your boyfriend, cuddling and laughing. But the cold weather is your mortal enemy this time of year, and you can't bring yourself to move out of your cocoon. You wondered if Mydei was disappointed in you, believing you wasted his time by offering to spend the night at his place. However, unseen by your eyes, Mydei doesn't seem to mind. He knows how much you dislike the cold, so he prepared ahead of time for a situation just like this one. Coming out from the kitchen, Mydei carries a mug filled with hot chocolate. He sets the mug in front of you, catching your attention.
"What's this?" You asked, slightly puzzled.
"Hot chocolate." He responds, blunt but not harsh.
"You made this for me?"
"What does it look like, silly?"
You stare between the mug and Mydei, your eyes shining as if he was an angel descending to earth just for you. He just shook his head at your silliness and practically shoves the mug into your hands.
"Hurry up and drink it before it gets cold."
"Technically, hot chocolate is just chocolate milk but hot, so it wouldn't be that much of a difference."
Mydei simply stares at you as if you said the most ridiculous thing in the world. And perhaps you did, but you didn't really care about that. Instead of trying to make a joke of things, you simply take a sip from your hot chocolate. You can instantly feel the warmth that cascades down your body the moment the warm liquid hits your mouth. The shivers cease, and your body finally relaxes into the couch. Mydei seems pleased with your reaction.
"Thank you, Mydei. This is exactly what I needed."
"Of course."
Mydei opens your blanket, scooting closer to you and wrapping the both of you in it. His arm drapes around your back, causing you to shuffle closer in proximity. He lays his head on top of yours, rubbing small circles on your sides. It was quiet for a moment. Just the two of you sitting in his living room, cuddled under a blanket, with the only sounds being occasional sips from the mug.
"Hey, Mydei?"
"Yes?"
"Do you find my intolerance to cold annoying?"
Mydei stares at you as if you grew a second head. "Why would you ever think I was annoyed by that?"
You shrugged, not really understanding why you had asked that question yourself. You know that Mydei would never be upset with you. Even when you were intentionally being a menace, he could never hide that little smirk. Even when it came to serious matters, he never looked down on you or gave harsh judgement. He was always there to work through your problems with you. And yet, you can't help but hate the mere thought of disappointing him, even if it wasn't a big deal.
Mydei hugs you closer, kissing the top of your head to provide comfort. "I would never be annoyed with you because of something you can't control. It's a natural part of you, not an inconvenience."
You crane your head up to look at him, the back of your head rests on his sturdy shoulders. It felt as if he was carrying the weight of your entire world. And perhaps in some way, he was doing just that. Mydei's golden eyes don't stray away from yours, he meets your gaze with such... devotion. You have never seen another look at you the way Mydei does.
"If you're too cold, I will do whatever I can to help you warm up. Even if I have to stick to you the entire night, I don't mind as long as I get to be with you. It's really as simple as that."
"Mydei... Thank you."
The two of you share a loving kiss. You place the mug of hot chocolate on the coffee table before climbing on top of Mydei's lap, straddling him. You snake your arms around his neck, pulling him in even closer. A chuckle bubbles from his throat, his hands place themselves lazily on your hips.
The hot chocolate Mydei fixed you has gone cold.
Hello everybody! I hope you all had a great Christmas and an even better year. Even if you didn't, I hope you at least had a good day, night, or afternoon depending on where you are. Here's a little hug from me to you. Have a happy holiday and a happy New Year! 🫂
cw: bad panelling bc this is my first time attempting a comic (rereading stepmother's marchen cured my art block(and broke my heart again))😑😐you can also see me get progressively lazier. ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ + the plot for this has completely changed bc im indecisive
edit: okay im done edit🤯i shall release this into the tags goodnight
the rest below is just random extra stuff and ramblingsヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ
i was gonna post this but its too plain so i'll just plug it here since its convenient👍
this is a good time to mention that i wont be finishing my blacktide reader and phainon(w long hair) fic ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ ) there's a lack of direction + i still havent played 3.2 and i dont understand whats happening in amphoreus, even w all the spoilers my friends throw at me ( ◜◡༎ຶ) ive been playing other games (currently going bald from bioshock jumpscares), so hsr is in the backlog... one day, i will catch up!
i thought this part, which would be the end of the fics first chap, which kinda inspired the comic (childhood friends💔), would be good here soo i'll add it (•ؔʶ̷ ˡ̲̮ ؔʶ̷)
I think my arms are gaining muscle! My swings feel lighter- ah, as expected, I must be a prodigy!
Over the next pages of the notebook, any unassuming reader would describe it as superfluous. Yet, the young Phainon still scurried them down. Snowflakes of words into flurried sentences, into snowstorms of essays, inlaying them to its full-quarto size, squeezing the spaces together to brace for his next blizzard-swathe of thoughts.
If I master the sword, I won’t need to solve arithmetic anymore...
Ended with a drawing of him, supposedly, wielding a long sword to attack, supposedly, the parsnips and carrots, as you (supposedly) cheered behind. Supposedly, supposedly it is. Precaution in case it would offend you to see the pencil burlesque of yourself, though, to Phainon, only he could bid it a merit of comprehension; your face and smile, so crystal to him.
Seasons suffused their sweet musk into those pages, gold aging the paper at Oronyx’s conductings, pressing the wrinkles. Time passed quickly as did the pages in Phainon’s notebook. Birds that must fly, confetti to performance, and the danseuse dressed in pointe shoes; so the pen wrote on the paper, naturally, devotedly, to its purpose—to dance a pirouette across pages until the notebook’s finale.
His handwriting, drawings, crossing out embarrassing thoughts… the golden breeze, sickle in hand to harvest the wheat fields—a treasury and its lustre of coins—windmills, oceans, before everything; Aedes Elysiae’s eternity that did not die, living on in his memories and this notebook. An adaptation of Okheman love.
Back in school, he remembered sitting in Miss Pythia’s class, scribbling with heavy lids, the chin on his hand slipping until—
“What is your dream, Phainon?” Miss Pythia had asked, awakening dawn on his drowsing, her unimpressed hands on hips.
He scratched the back of his head, promptly frozen when his homework had increased twofold. But the answer he gave her then was the same as now.
After time had settled its paternal counsel on him, blunting his wild energies for a slip of time, now tranced in reflection under its compassionate guidance, he reiterated his dream to conclude the last page of his notebook. A small hope surged its feathers; wings of a bird; at last, he would fly:
Dear Miss Pythias, my answer is still the same: to become a hero who protects the world and grants everyone’s wishes!
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comic finally done after almost 2 months, next on the bucketlist is an animation👽🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀
I have heard many people say that Mydei loves bigger women, and while I 100% agree, I know for a fact that he loves all women.
It doesn’t matter if you’re chubby, plus size, skinny, petit or muscular. Small tits or big tits. Tall or short. Slim thighs or bigger thighs. It doesn’t matter. He loves you. He wants you. He wants to go down on you. He will carry you bridal style and make you sit on his face.
Pairings: Mydeimos x Pediatrician!Reader
Warnings: None
Summary: A cute little idea about Mydei liking a pediatrician.
Tags: Gender neutral reader, fluff so cute it hurts, "there is no word for romance in the Kremnoan language" (lie), Mydei may be a little ooc
I've always had this idea in my head that Mydeimos — the Crown Prince of Kremnos, a warrior, a man who's very presence can strike fear into evil — is actually just the biggest softy on the inside. Now yes, everyone has that headcanon and it's practically been shown in the story that he has a soft spot for kids (I mean the guy's favorite color is pink. What a man among men, am I right?). But what if he met someone who's not only a big softy for children, but who's job is to take care of them? What if he met a pediatrician, one who didn't discriminate against his people and would actively go out of their way to help them?
Now, I know some like to think that Mydei would like a partner who's strong and capable, and while I do think those are qualities that he'd look for, I like to believe that he searches for them in a metaphorical state. What do I mean? Well, I think Mydei would like a partner who's hands aren't littered with the scars of battle but can understand them. Even if they haven't personally experienced it themselves. Someone who is gentle and compassionate, but also strong of mind. Kindness like second nature, and firm when necessary. That's what I personally believe in my own little headcanon what Mydei would like in a partner who's working with children.
Mydei watches you work diligently with the children of Castrum Kremnos. It hasn't been very long since he lead the Kremnoan detachment to Okhema, and relations with the Okhemans are tense. While his people are not being treated as second-rate, it is not the politics that pose a problem. Rather, it is the people who had lived, breathed, and know of his tribe's bloody history that are unforgiving. And why should they grant them forgiveness, when their forefathers are the reason for their family's suffering? Mydei does not judge them.
Yet, despite all the hearsay and the indiscriminate noise, you are still here — tending to the sickly as if it was another day.
He watched as you placed a band-aid on one of the children's scrapped knee, having properly cleaned it before to ensure there was no infection. You gave the boy and his friends treats as a reward for being brave, and watched as they ran off with big grins on their faces. You waved them goodbye before packing up to move to the next spot. It was then that you spotted a glimpse of the Kremnoan prince himself, observing you from the sidelines. You didn't run away or tense up in response to his staring. Instead, your lips curled into a kind grin and approached the prince.
You held out a piece of candy, extending it to him like an offering. "Do you want one too?"
Mydei simply stared at you for a moment before scoffing, though he doesn't intend to be rude. He was nevertheless perplexed. How was it that you, an Okheman, born and raised, could show such kindness to his people? Not even the physicians at the Twilight Courtyard would spare a glance at the Kremnoans who came to them, seeking their healing. The only reason he agreed to let you tend to the Kremnoan children is because Aglaea recommended your services. It was a simple diplomatic exchange, nothing more. So why were you so different? Why did you show them such compassion when you have no reason to?
"I do not indulge in sweets." He replied.
"My apologies. I thought you were interested, and I have a few extras on hand. But, if you don't want any, then that's more for the children." You giggled, tucking the candy back into the satchel you stored it in.
In a low voice, barely above a whisper, he replied to you.
"...Thank you."
"Hm? What was that?"
"It was nothing. Come on, there are still other children that require your attention."
"Lead the way, your highness."
Mydei flicked your forehead, earning a small wince in response from you. As he turns and begins to walk away, he thinks he's so slick with the way he tries to change directions before letting you see. But you know that behind all that roughness...
He was smiling.
I'm not gonna lie, I wrote this when I was in class... just now. I don't know why, but I just felt the need to get this off my chest. Anyway, hope y'all have a wonderful day. Kiss kiss fall in love!
Pairings: Phainon (Khaslana) x Driver!Reader
Warnings: Depictions of gore, angst with no comfort, reader dies, Khaslana goes on a villan arc basically, spoilers for Xenoblade Chronicles Torna
Tags: gn!reader, Phainon and Khaslana are the same
"It's going to be okay! You're going to be okay, I promise!"
Phainon isn't sure if he was reassuring you or himself at this point. Not that it mattered anymore. He tries to put pressure on the wound that was ruthlessly carved into your abdomen, an ever growing red stain is seeping through your armor and the fabric of your under clothes. He can't give up, he mustn't give up. He can save you, he knows he can. He's the Deliverer, he's capable of anything. So why are you still bleeding? Why is your body getting colder and colder by the second? And why are your eyes so hollow? They should be filled with that same determination he saw when you decided to set out into the world. His precious Driver, the one who pushed their own grief and sorrow aside in order to protect the innocent, even when they had no reason to. You've already been through so much, you fought so hard to get to where you are now. So... why? Why did it have to be you?!
"Nonono...! Why isn't it stopping?!"
"Khas...la..." You tried to say, but your voice is nearly gone.
You could feel your body growing weaker and colder, you know that you don't have much time left. You can't help but think: Is this how it all ends? Lying in a cave while Phainon is trying his best to save you? And you never get to tell him how you truly feel? When you die, he will return to his core, and all of his memories of you will die with you. It'll be as if you never existed. How pathetic, you thought. Its like a cruel ending to a fairy tale you once read as a child. Except, the princess in that story gets to confess her undying love to the prince. She gets the happy ending she's always wanted, where she and her beloved get to walk off into the sunset, hand-in-hand, to live happily ever after. This is not some fairy tale where it's revealed by some plot driven miracle that everything will be okay. This is reality. Your reality. Tears fall from your face, though you can barely feel their warmth. All you can do is watch Phainon— No, Khaslana, as he tries to stop you from bleeding out. He's in tears, begging for you to stay alive.
"I'm sorry..." He wept. "I'm so, so sorry, (Name)... It's all my fault that you got hurt... It's because I couldn't protect you..."
You used what little strength you had to shake your head, not entertaining the thought. He's protected you all his life and continued to stick by your side, even until the bitter end.
"That's not true... You did what you promised..." You choke out a pitiful laugh. "Guess I flew too close to the sun, right...?"
"Please, don't joke like that..." Yet, he couldn't stop a smile from creeping up his lips.
But then, you smile. You're bleeding to death in his arms, yet you still manage to smile.
"But... that's the price we pay for being human, right? To yearn for what we can't have, to love with a fragile heart... Isn't that tragically romantic?"
Even now, as you strain your eyes to still make out Khaslana's image, you can't help but find him incredibly handsome. To others, he may be the "Deliverer," or a hero of prophecy. But in your eyes, he has always been one man — He's your hero, the man you cherish with all your heart and soul. He is the love of your life. It's selfish to think this way, to even consider confessing these thoughts. It might even be the biggest mistake you'll ever make. But, what is life without being a little selfish? You refuse to perish with these unspoken feelings still tied to your soul. If you're going to die right here and now, you would rather be a little selfish just this once.
"Khaslana, the thought of you forgetting me is like having my heart torn in two..."
Using the last of your strength, you raised your arm and cupped his cheek with the palm of your hand. Your thumb attempts to wipes away those tears, though they did nothing to stop their flow. Raising his own hand, he meets yours and gently cradles the curve of your wrist. Even now, he's acutely aware of his impeccable strength and tries not to hurt you. Somehow, you can still feel the warmth in his skin. Or maybe, you were just imagining that you could feel it.
"I love you, Khaslana..."
Darkness fills your vision as the feeling in your fingers cease and the freezing temperature invading your body fades away. The last thing you see is Khaslana leaning down, his lips are moving but you can't make out what he says. You want to ask what he said, but your body falls limp and your eyes are already starting to close. Perhaps its not for you to hear today, but for tomorrow. The most important thing, at least in your mind, was that you finally got to tell him how you truly felt.
And that is enough for you.
Your breathing has stopped.
The moment it does, Khaslana can feel his body starting to wither. He will return to his core soon, and when he does, all of his memories of you will fade into nothing. It'll be as if you never existed, like you didn't matter in the slightest. Your confession would have meant nothing. If anyone else were in Khaslana's shoes, they'd feel hopeless and quietly accept their fate. But not him. He will not accept this idea of fate.
Never.
There is one way he can prevent himself from disappearing into his core. The only solution he can turn to. It's disgusting, the very thought causes his stomach to lurch. But if it meant he could keep holding onto those memories, he'll do anything. With his hand hovering over your chest, he forces himself to plunge it straight through your rib cage. The sound that breaches his ears is revolting, but he endures. He always endures. His feels his hand come into contact with a faintly pulsing organ that laid conceal under your skin and caged within your bones. Grasping it, Khaslana pulls your heart right out of your chest, the arteries still connecting it to your body snapped like threads. He is gentle with the way he handles it, not wanting to damage or possibly crush it. The pulsing — however faint it was — ceased, but this does not deter him in the slightest. Khaslana open his shirt, tearing an opening in his own chest with his free hand. He takes one last look at the heart that belong to you.
This is it. There will be no going back after this.
Even if he must cross a fine line that shatters Driver from Blade, he will do it in a heartbeat if it meant he could continue to be by your side. His mind is made up, and his resolve is unwavering. Khaslana places the heart in his chest, the cavity seals, and his body begins to change.
"I heard something." A hushed voice spoke from beyond the cave.
"It could be the rest of the refugees, be on the lookout." Another replied.
"Let's check that cave over there."
Their footsteps drew nearer. They are unaware of the hell they're about to walk into. Khaslana, his sword in hand and his body raging, steadily walks toward them. The intruders are soldiers from Okhema, the very same breed of vermin who murdered his beloved and countless other innocent people.
He will not show mercy to them, they don't deserve it.
As soon as the soldiers spotted Khaslana, it was too late. Their frightened cries and futile attempts to flee were in vain as Khaslana, in a blaze of fury, lunged at them. He doesn't know what their faces looked like in their final moments, nor if they had any features worth remembering. He doesn't hear their screams for help, or the reinforcements that came after only to meet the same fate as their comrades. The only thing Khaslana remembers is the aftermath of his rage. The ground is scorned with blood, the forest engulfed in flames, and the scent of ashes filled the air. There's weight in his arms, but it isn't from carrying his sword. The weight comes from your body.
Note: This has graphic content that may not be suited for younger viewers. So, don't read it unless you are above the age of 18. Thank you. Also, this was written about a year ago so it’s going to be a bit cringy. I’m terribly sorry.
(F/C) tears dripped into the sink and mixed with the running water. You whimpered in pain as you stared into your dark reflection. Dark, heavy bags hung underneath your eyes and your face was paler than a sheet of paper. It's been three months since you started cutting yourself, but it didn't seem to be helping. The pain in your chest still existed and your mental health was still grim. Your sleepless nights seemed to increase as well, which gave you massive headaches in the morning and afternoon.
"I hate me..." You said, the number of your tears increasing.
You wanted to reverse time and make sure you had never been born. The bullying, the harassment, it's too much for one squid to handle. It's too much for you to handle. The only thing that seemed to keep you going was him. Wait, didn't you need to go to his house later today? Just then, a vibration came from your squid phone. It played one of the famous Squid Sisters singles, Tide Goes Out. With a shaky hand, you grabbed your phone and answered.
"Hello...?" You tried answering in your best "normal" voice.
"(Y/N), you're alive!" A bright voice answered back, "It's already past six, when are you coming over?"
A sigh of relief came through your mouth when you heard Aloha's voice. His voice was the only thing keeping you from ending it all. Despite how annoying he is, you can't help but love him with all your heart. Tonight was his birthday and you promised him that you'd be there. By this time, a lot of guests have probably already arrived.
"Ah, sorry, I lost track of time." You apologized.
"It's fine, don't worry about it. Just get your butt over here already!"
"Okay okay, I'm coming..."
After that, you hanged up the phone and started wrapping up your cuts. After that, you went to find some clothes for the party. You grabbed an Annaki Drive Tee, black leggings, and a pair of your favorite (shoes). After dressing up, you made haste out of your apartment to Aloha's house.
•───⋅☾ Party Time ☽⋅───•
You knocked on the front door to the blooming house, lights and loud music bursting out from every window. You didn't like loud parties, mainly because you knew there'd at least one person judging you, but since it's Aloha's party, you didn't mind too much. The door opened, giving you a little bit of whiplash, and there he was. The famous party thrasher and freshest squid on the block, Aloha. His smile grew even wider when he laid eyes on you.
"Finally, why make me wait like that?" Aloha joked, slightly jabbing at your shoulder.
You blushed and rubbed the back of your neck, "Sorry, I was caught up in something."
"Ah, I don't care either way. Now, let's party~!"
Aloha lead you inside of the house and slammed the door shut. He was practically dragging you to the other side of the house like a little kid. I guess some things never change, you chuckled. Aloha is just like he was all those years ago, a carefree soul. At times, you did envy him for being able to fit in so well. Meanwhile, you were looked down upon as an outcast, a squid that will never be able to fit in with the crowd.
"Ew, why is that ugly girl with Aloha?" You overheard a jealous female scoff.
"I know, right?" Her friend agreed, "She's wearing a long sleeve shirt. Like, we're at a party idiot, wear something worthwhile."
"Hippies like her always ruin the mood."
Your eyes widened as those words struck you like a bullet to the heart. Those girls are right, you weren't dressed properly for this situation. Aloha probably thought the same when he saw you at the door. Tears threatened to fall down your face as your previous happy thoughts disappeared. You stopped walking and yanked your hand away from Aloha's, which made him stop also. He looked at you with a confused expression.
"Everything all right?" He asked.
"Y-Yeah, um..." You looked away, "Where's your bathroom?"
"Upstairs. It's the second door on the right."
"Thanks."
Without saying another word, you rushed upstairs and into the bathroom. You needed to cut yourself again, it's the only way to get your sanity back. The air became thick and you frantically searched for something sharp. There was no razor or anything like that, but you did find a shaver. You didn't care who it belonged to, you just wanted the blade to make contact with your flesh.
"Ow...!" You winced in pain.
The tears released as you continued to cut on your arm. You hate all of it. Your life, your family, even your friends back in Calamari Country. You hated all of it. They're the reason why you have to suffer, it's all their fault!
"I hate you, I hate you...!" You whimpered as you continued to savagely cut your skin.
The (F/C) blood dripped into the sink, coating it in that very color. You were so caught up in your cutting that you failed to notice the open bathroom door.
"(Y/N), what the hell?!" A familiar voice shouted.
Your eyes widened in fear. Oh crap! You started to panic as you stared at the one person you hoped wouldn't find you like this. Aloha ripped the shaver out of your hand, causing it to drop onto the ground.
"Shit, it's really bad," Aloha cringed, "I want you to stay here, don't go anywhere. Okay?"
You nodded and watched him run out of the bathroom, taking the shaver with him. The feeling of light-headedness slowly caught up to you, making your surroundings blur. Was the room spinning?
"A-Aloha...?" You called out, falling into a daze.
A blurry figure entered the room, carrying something in his hands. The last thing you saw was the figure gently laying you down and wrapping your blood-soaked arm.
•───⋅☾ Next Day ☽⋅───•
The next day, you woke up in an unfamiliar room. This caused you to panic, thinking that something weird happened last night. Throwing the seats off, you checked to see if anything hurt or felt different. Nothing of the lower region hurt, but your arm sure did. Even the slightest bit of movement caused you to groan in pain. You were also out of your Annaki Drive Tee and put in a black tank top instead. It was a size much too big for you, but it was comfortable.
"What happened to me?" You asked, not talking to anyone in particular.
"(Y/N)..."
You looked up to see Aloha, standing right beside you. He wore a grim expression, filled with worry and sorrow. It was very rare that Aloha shared this side of him, but when he did, it was kind of scary. Did I do something wrong? You wondered.
"Why didn't you tell me about the cutting?" Aloha asked.
The question made your eyes widen, how did he know about that? Suddenly, the memories from last night came flooding back. Those two girls, you going to the bathroom, you cut yourself, then Aloha came and...
"I'm sorry..." You apologized.
Aloha's face lit up for a minute, a small smile coming into view. He brushes aside your (F/C) tentacle and plants a kiss on your temple. You couldn't help but blush a dark hue. Aloha intertwines his hand with yours and looks deeply into your eyes. Those pink eyes showed nothing but love, love that was undoubtedly for you.
"Don't worry about it," Aloha said, "From now on, I'll protect you from any bullies. So, don't be afraid to depend on me, got it?"
"But-
He cuts you off before you can get a word out.
"Ah, ah~ You gotta say yes."
"I... okay..."
"Good girl~"
Aloha hugs you, nuzzling into your tentacles. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him even closer to your body. For the first time, in what seems like forever, you smiled. It wasn't forged or forced, it was a genuine smile of happiness.
"Thank you, Aloha..." You whispered.
"Anything to help my darling little princess~"
You rolled your eyes and pushed him off you.
"We're not kids anymore, you know."
"I know you are, but what am I?"
You groaned, annoyed at his childish behavior. I guess things never change, do they?
