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⋆｡‧˚ʚ Honkai Star Rail ɞ˚‧｡⋆
ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ - ᴍʏᴅᴇɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᴡᴀʏs ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴғᴇss (sᴜᴄᴄᴇss ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴜᴀʀᴇɴᴛᴇᴇᴅ) - ᴘʜᴀɪɴᴏɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
⋆｡‧˚ʚ Love and Deepspace ɞ˚‧｡⋆
ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴜʀɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴄᴀᴛ - ᴢᴀʏɴᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ & ᴄᴀʟᴇʙ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ sᴛʀɪᴋᴇs 💭✨️
Luuk has a habit of giving out candy. You'd like one too.
Entirely self indulgent. Might be ooc.
The day started out like any other day. Except, Luuk couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching him as he went about his day on campus.
In the morning, he made his rounds in the infirmary.
“No no no. I absolutely hate needles.”
“Here, have a candy, it'll distract you from the pain.”
From the corner of his eyes he saw a familiar mop of hair ducking down behind the front desk. “Miss you really shouldn't be here.” His lips twitched.
At noon, he strolled around the campus grounds.
“I can't believe I failed the mid term exams..”
“Getting an A minus isn't a failure. Here, have a candy. You did great.”
Then he heard it. The unmistakable rustle of leaves from a nearby bush. Considering that there wasn't any wind, it wasn't particularly hard to figure out what was happening behind the suspicious bush. He had to clear his throat to hide a smile.
In the late afternoon, he had lunch at the canteen.
“I can't believe he broke up with me. Over text!”
“He didn't deserve you. Here, have a candy.”
From the corner of his eyes, he saw a familiar individual hiding their face behind a tray. Considering half of her face was visible, she wasn't doing a particularly good job. He snorted.
On his way back to his office, he ducked behind one of the school buildings. It didn't take long before hurried footsteps echoed behind him.
3… 2… 1…
There you were. Panting. Eyes scanning the area frantically.
“Looking for something? Or someone?”
You froze. Slowly, you turned around.
“It's nice to finally meet my stalker.”
“I haven't been stalking you.”
“Sure you didn't.”
He reached over to pluck a fallen leaf out of your hair. The horror on your face finally broke whatever restraint he had left. Luuk burst into laughter.
“I’ll have you know, I was doing a study.”
“On me?”
Lukk pointed to himself, brow raised, head tilted slightly in amusement.
“Yeah. You gave candy to sick students.”
“Mm-hmm. Indeed”
“You gave candy to stressed students.”
“Mm-hmm. Well spotted”
“You gave candy to broken-hearted students.”
“Mm-hmm. Great observational skills.”
Your voice got softer as you spoke.
“But you’ve never given me candy ever since we started dating.” There it was. The small pout on your face as you took your frustrations out on a small pebble by your feet.
“You’re jealous over candy?”
“No.” A pause. “Well, just slightly..” He stared at you. You stared right back. A minute passed. Then two. “Fine." You crossed your arms. "Yes. I am jealous.”
“Didn’t think you needed it anymore now that you have me.” The candy wrapper crinkled as he reached into his pocket.
“Although, if you insist..” You perked up, eyes shining with anticipation.
Unwrapping the piece of candy, he smirked as he popped it straight into his mouth.
“Y-you–” Before you could start an entire rant about girlfriend privileges, he leaned down.
His lips were soft. Warm. For a moment, your mind went blank. Then something hard nudged against your lips. Confused, you parted them slightly. Immediately, he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. A familiar burst of citrus spread across your tongue. Lemon candy. The very thing that you had been sulking over all day.
"C-can't breathe..." Your fists thumped weakly against his chest. Instead of letting you go, he only pulled you closer, nipping playfully at your bottom lip. His little way of getting back at his stalker.
Satisfied, he finally pulled away, steadying you with a hand at your waist when your knees threatened to betray you. Now, suddenly, the issue didn't seem to matter to you any more.
Hiding your face against his chest, you tried and failed to suppress your smile. Gently lifting your face, his tumb brushed across your kiss-swollen lips. “Would you like some more? Strawberry flavour tastes pretty good too.”
Zayne loves you quietly. Caleb loves you loudly. Either way, you remained very much loved. (Idol AU) 🎤🎶
Pairing - Zayne x Reader & Caleb x Reader
❄️ Zayne loves you quietly.
Dates were mostly spent in his luxury apartment. Even his achievements were celebrated quietly between the two of you. Away from snooping reporters and overzealous fans.
“Does it ever upset you?” The question came softly one night as he held you in his arms. He's always been so careful with your relationship. Keeping you hidden away from the media. Wanting to shield you from the cruel comments and endless speculation that often came with fame.
But the thought was always at the back of his mind. Perhaps his insistence on privacy had been too much.
You could never post holiday photos. No Valentine's Day posts. No birthday tributes. No Christmas pictures taken in matching pajamas. Things that a normal girlfriend would post on their socials. And he could never openly claim that he was taken or that he was yours.
Maybe one day you'd grow sick of being hidden.
“Do you love me?”
“Of course.”
The answer came immediately, without hesitation. His brows furrowed as though the question itself made no sense.
“That's all I need, baby.”
Pressing a small kiss against his throat, you giggled as he froze.
But of course, nothing ever stays hidden when you're dating a global superstar. All it took was a single photo from a stalker showing you exiting his apartment for the whole internet to blow up.
Even then, not much was known about you aside from a few basic details—your name, occupation and educational background. Zayne remained tight lipped about his private affairs.
For the next few months, Zayne worked hard. New magazine covers. New single albums. New movies. New endorsements. Whenever your name began to trend, another headline about him would appear and bury it.
In the end, Zayne never made a relationship announcement. He skipped that part entirely. Instead, one evening, he posted a simple black and white image of your hands. His adorned with a plain silver band. Yours with a flower nestled amongst diamonds. Along with a simple caption - Just Married.
The internet blows up yet again.
🍎 Caleb loves you loudly.
He was quite a nightmare for his PR team. Always posting unapproved content on his socials.
An image of you with dried up drool in his bed. A video of you blow drying his hair, with him dressed in nothing but a towel around his waist. He thought these moments were sweet. His PR team thought otherwise, as they sat him down for multiple stern talks.
He brought you everywhere he went. Music video shoots. Variety show shoots. Music awards. As busy as he was, he still kept you glued to his side. And you were never out of his sight.
His fans were divided. Some loved you, viewing the both of you as the ultimate relationship goals. Other more disillusioned fans disliked you, thinking that you were hindering him from achieving greater things.
But the nasty comments never stayed online for long. He made sure of it. He always had that unsettling look in his eyes whenever you questioned him, and over time, you decided that some questions were better left unanswered.
Even the positive comments were constantly being monitored by him. A like from this guy? A flirty comment from that guy? Deleted and blocked.
Love him. Hate him. He really didn't care about his public image at all. He loved you so much and he needed the entire world to know.
“Caleb gossip weekly here! How do you plan to celebrate your big music win tonight?”
“By thoroughly showing appreciation to the person who stood by me all these years. Very thoroughly.”
He heard you sigh under your breath even as you continued to smile politely for the cameras.
“Dinner. We're going out for a fancy dinner. Ain't we baby?”
Leaning into his side you gave his chest a few hard pats. Oh he was definitely in for it that night. Not that he minded the slightest bit.
Needless to say, his PR spent the entire night blowing up his phone.
Ways To Confess (Success Not Guaranteed)
ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴘʜᴀɪɴᴏɴ ғᴀʟʟs ʜᴏᴘᴇʟᴇssʟʏ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ᴏʙʟɪᴠɪᴏᴜs ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴍʏᴅᴇɪ ᴜɴᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ’s ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴇxʜᴀᴜsᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪɴɢᴍᴀɴ - ᴘʜᴀɪɴᴏɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
Mydei had sat through countless battle strategy meetings with Phainon. There had never been a battle they failed to win. And yet, as he listened to Phainon drone on about his newest strategy to pursue the girl of his dreams, he couldn’t help but feel that his comrade was fighting a losing battle.
In the background of the tavern, the band's lead singer sang a song about unrequited love. How ironic. Mydei thought, as he took a huge chug of his beer. If he was going to have to play the role of an unlicensed therapist then he'd need a drink.
Mydei caught the bartender’s attention from across the tavern. “Another beer please.” After a brief pause, he added “Preferably several more.”
“I just..” Slamming his mug down on the wooden table, Phainon let out a defeated sigh. “What am I doing wrong?” He asked, genuinely perplexed.
“I wish I knew so we can put an end to my misery.”
Phainon’s lower lip jutted out into a pout. The ladies out in town might have taken pity on him. But Mydei couldn't be bothered. Especially not when Phainon simply refused to take his advice. “Just tell her! Say those magic words. How hard can it be?”
“Well.. Actions speak louder than words!”
“Yeah? And how's that working out for you?”
“Its….”
The memories flooded back into Phainon's alcohol induced mind.
A month ago
The orphanage yard buzzed with cheerful noise beneath the warm afternoon sun. Children ran across the grass in chaotic little groups, enjoying the simple freedom of childhood.
Somewhere nearby, someone screamed triumphantly about winning a game of tag. Mydei winced as his ears began ringing. He was starting to regret coming.
“Remind me again,” Mydei deadpanned as two boys climbed all over him, one currently dangling from his arm like it was a monkey bar, “exactly why did I agree to this?”
Beside him, Phainon sat on the grass, nimble fingers braiding a little girl's hair into French braids, all while she played with her dolls on his lap.
“Moral support.” he answered immediately. Mydei stared at him flatly. “You’re volunteering at an orphanage. What part of this requires moral support?”
Silence was his only answer. Mydei followed Phainon's line of sight instinctively and immediately understood the reason for the lack of response.
There you were.
You were all smiles as you chased several children through the grass.
A little girl suddenly grabbed onto your skirt. “Big sister!” Her muddy little handprints stained the fabric instantly but you didn’t seem to mind in the slightest.
Instead, you bent down to her eye level with that same gentle smile that always left Phainon feeling all warm and tingly on the inside.
“Yes, my dear?”
Your fingers carefully adjusted the crooked butterfly clip nestled in the little girl’s hair.
“For you!” she chirped proudly, holding up several badly arranged wildflowers. Your entire expression softened. “These are lovely.”
An angel. You were an absolute angel. If he stared long enough, he swore he could almost see a halo glowing above your head.
Beside him, Mydei sighed quietly.
“She’s beautiful,” Phainon murmured before he could stop himself.
The little girl in his lap perked up, her wide brown eyes darting between Phainon and you curiously. Then, taking a deep breath, she shouted at the very top of her tiny lungs. “BIG SISTER! THERE’S A MAN HERE WHO THINKS YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL!”
The entire yard fell silent.
“M-me?” you squeaked. Your startled gaze landed directly on Phainon. Beside him, Mydei nearly choked trying to suppress his laughter.
Meanwhile, Phainon had gone completely red.
“You’re always so encouraging,” you said shyly, your cheeks turning the same shade of red. “Most people aren’t usually that kind with their words.”
Only for you.
“…Encouraging,” Phainon echoed weakly.
Completely oblivious to his suffering, you smiled brightly at him. “Yeah!”
Mydei pinched the bridge of his nose. “Alright,” he muttered while grabbing Phainon by the back of his collar. “We’re leaving before you embarrass yourself any further.”
“I wasn’t embarrassing myself,” Phainon protested weakly while being dragged away. Mydei glanced back at him. “You confessed in front of thirty children.”
“…That’s fair.”
A week ago
“Repeat it again.” Arms crossed over his chest, Mydei looked every bit like the serious immortal warrior that he was. “What should you say when you meet her?”
“I bought these specifically for you.” Inhale. Exhale. Breathe. “Because you mentioned liking them before and I - ”
“Phainon?”
This was it. Mydei was certain of it. This was the moment that his friend would succeed, so that he could stop being a wingman and carry on with his life.
“For you because you like it.”
A brown paper bag was shoved into your hands. Even closed, you could smell the freshly baked pastries within it. And not just any pastries, but the ones from a little bakery across town that often sold out within minutes.
“You remembered?” You beamed, your face lighting up with joy. “Your memory is amazing!”
Phainon’s expression softened immediately at your smile.
“Well,” he said quietly, “things about the people important to me tend to stay on my mind.”
Beside him, Mydei nodded approvingly. Sure he had botched it with his flimsy opening but he had recovered well. Surely this time you'd get the hint.
“Ah. You truly are a member of the Chrysos Heirs for a reason.” You mused, impressed. “I can't even remember what I had for lunch yesterday.”
Phainon stopped functioning entirely.
Mydei needed a drink.
A few days ago
“Oof”
“Oh. Phainon? I-I'm so sorry”
Phainon looked down to see you - mascara smudged, eyes red and nose runny. You looked absolutely devastated. Phainon felt his heart ache at the sight of you. He reached out, hand hovering in mid air, before it settled gently on your head.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
The both of you ended up at that tavern. Phainon listened patiently as you spilled your heart out about the disastrous date. “My date said I talk too much. That I eat too much…” You sniffled. “Maybe I really am not that likeable..”
THUD.
Phainon slams his drink down with so much force, half of it spills across the table. Your eyes widened.
“He doesn’t deserve your tears.” His voice came out sharper than intended.
Phainon inhaled slowly before continuing quieter this time. “You deserve someone who treats you properly.” His gaze lifted toward yours. “Someone who loves you exactly as you are.”
Your expression softened and for a moment hope surged through him.
“You’re right,” you said brightly, wiping away your tears with the back of your sleeve. “I should find someone like that.”
Phainon’s heartbeat quickened, anticipation building inside of him.
“Someone like you”
Phainon held his breath.
“You’re so kind and emotionally mature,” you continued earnestly. “Any girl would be lucky to date someone like you.”
Phainon stared at you in complete silence. He wanted to scream. To shout. To pull his hair out.
Instead, he forced a stiff smile onto his face.
“Right.. Someone like me”
As the flashbacks ended, Phainon's shoulders slumped in defeat.
“Well its… Not working out”
“Exactly!” Mydei slamed his mug down in frustration. The loud commotion drew a few curious glances their way.
“Well I can't exactly just walk up to y/n and tell her that I love her!”
Mydei's gaze focused over Phainon's shoulder, at the figure that was slowly approaching their table. His lips twitched slightly.
“And confess that I've been in love with her for months! How creepy is that?”
“Phainon?”
Mydei snorted, grabbed his mug, and gave his friend a clap on the shoulder. “Good luck.” Phainon sat frozen at the table. Eyes wide. Mouth opening and closing soundlessly. Very much like a goldfish.
“I don't think that it's creepy”
Phainon wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the warm tavern lighting. But your cheeks were dusted with the prettiest shade of red. He prayed that this wasn't a drunken hallucination.
“I think that it's really romantic”
The rest, as they say, was history. Or so Mydei thought, as he found himself seated across Phainon in the same tavern once again. Between them sat a velvet box that was far too small for the outrageously large diamond that Phainon had somehow chosen.
“She just doesn't get it. I've been trying so hard to propose!”
Burying his face in his hands, Mydei groaned.
Here we go again.
Until You Choose Me Again
⚔️Chapter 1 > 👑Chapter 2 > 💐Chapter 3
Epilogue
"Why lilies?"
"Hmm?"
"The first time we met at your shop. Why did you pick lilies for me?"
Laying in his embrace, you rubbed your eyes tiredly while Mydei's arm tightened instinctively around your waist. After centuries of holding back, you were utterly exhausted but entirely content. Mydei, on the other hand, looked thoroughly ruined beneath the marks you had left across his skin.
"They represent pure, long-lasting love. It was honestly a hint, my love.."
Mydei glanced down at the lilies resting on the bedside table.
A playful smile tugged at your lips. "You were just too slow on the uptake"
His eyes narrowed slightly. "I think I'm going to have to punish you for keeping secrets from me hmm?"
Your laughter dissolved into a startled squeak as he pulled you closer and buried his face against your neck.
I really had a lot of fun writing this. The theme suited Mydei so well that I just had to do it. If you’ve stuck around to finish this little series of mine, I’d like to say thank you and I hope you enjoyed it! Till next time 👋🏻
Until You Choose Me Again
⚔️Chapter 1 > 👑Chapter 2 > 💖Epilogue
Chapter 3: The Florist
The third time that Mydei met you, it was entirely by accident.
It was just an ordinary afternoon. The town streets were crowded with people drifting between market stalls beneath the warmth of the setting sun. Mydei barely paid attention as he walked. Patrol had ended hours ago, yet restlessness lingered beneath his skin like an old wound that never fully healed.
Then he passed a tiny flower shop tucked in between two stone buildings and froze.
Through the glass windows, he saw you.
You stood behind the counter arranging flowers into neat bundles, sleeves rolled slightly past your wrists. Sunlight spilled across your face while you laughed softly at something an elderly customer had said.
His entire body went still.
That smile.
Centuries of memories flooded back to him.
Battlefields. Palaces. Grief. You.
Before he could think better of it, his body was already moving on its own.
The bell above the door chimed softly as he stepped inside.
You looked up from the bouquet in your hands and burst into laughter.
You were genuinely amused at the sight of this enormous, intimidating man standing stiffly amongst ribbons, flowers, and lace wrapping paper looking completely out of place.
Mydei stared.
Your laughter still sounded the same. Just as he remembered.
Gods.
"You're blocking half of my shop," you teased.
He glanced behind himself immediately, as though considering leaving.
Which only made you laugh harder.
For reasons he could not understand, that eased something tight inside his chest. Was it the relief of finding you again after centuries of searching? Or was it because you were still so undeniably you - always laughing, always warm, always smiling? All he knew was that he could breathe again. Like the ocean settling after a storm, he felt at peace.
"What are you looking for?" you asked.
You.
The answer nearly escaped him before he caught it.
Instead, he looked awkwardly toward the flowers lining the shelves. "I... don't know."
A playful smile tugged at your lips. "Ah, I see I've met my very first challenging customer on my shop's opening day."
You stepped around the counter then, moving closer, and Mydei immediately became aware of how little space existed between the two of you.
Up close, it was worse. Or better. He couldn't decide.
Your eyes still held that same unbearable warmth he remembered from every lifetime before this one.
"You look like someone who'd suit lilies," you murmured thoughtfully.
"You're choosing for me?"
"You don't seem capable of choosing for yourself right now and I would never let anyone leave empty handed" You placed a hand over your heart looking absolutely horrified by the mere thought of it.
He actually almost smiled. Almost.
You handed him a small bundle of lilies wrapped carefully in cream-colored paper.
"There," you said. "Now you won't leave empty-handed."
Mydei bought the flowers despite having absolutely no use for them.
Then he returned the next day and the day after that.
At first, he only lingered outside.
You noticed immediately, of course.
Some afternoons you'd glance up from the counter through the windows and find him standing awkwardly across the street pretending as if he was not very obviously staring at you through the window.
One evening, you stepped outside with your arms crossed.
"You know," you said, amused, "most people simply enter the shop instead of haunting it."
Mydei looked genuinely caught off guard that you had noticed him.
"You saw me?"
You stared at him, brows raised.
"...Mydei, you're nearly two meters tall."
A pause.
"...Right."
Suddenly his boots seemed to be way more interesting to look at as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing again.
Eventually, rain became the excuse that finally brought him inside the shop.
A sudden heavy downpour hammered against the streets one evening, forcing customers to rush for search of shelter. Mydei appeared outside your shop moments later, already soaked from the rain despite the cloak draped across his broad shoulders.
You opened the door before he could pretend he was merely passing by.
"You look miserable," you informed him.
"I'm fine."
"You're dripping onto my doorstep."
Silence.
Then, reluctantly, he stepped inside.
You handed him a towel before disappearing briefly into the back room. The scent of tea soon filled the tiny shop.
Mydei watched quietly as you placed a warm cup of tea beside him along with some pastries.
"You didn't have to do this," he said.
"Well, I want to and..." Twiddling with your fingers nervously, you whispered, "Not just on rainy days."
Heavy rain pelted against the glass windows, yet Mydei heard you loud and clear and it left him speechless. The memory of you avoiding his gaze shyly while whispering those words replayed endlessly in his mind. And somehow, without realizing it, he had adopted a new daily routine.
His free time in between patrols was spent having long conversations across the counter while you arranged flowers. Eventually, Mydei began stopping by even when he wasn't on patrol duty. Rain or shine.
Sometimes he brought things for you: fresh ribbons from the market, better scissors after noticing your old pair had dulled, pastries from a bakery across town.
Always pretending it meant nothing. That he had simply chanced upon them on his way to your shop.
You let him. Mostly because watching an immortal warrior attempt courtship while pretending that he was not courting you was deeply entertaining.
"You know," you mused one afternoon while trimming flower stems, "for someone so terrifying in battle, you're surprisingly awkward outside of the battlefield."
Mydei frowned faintly from where he sat beside the window. His tea had long gone cold but he had no intention of leaving anytime soon.
"I am not awkward."
"You stood outside my shop daily like a stalker!"
"I..." Mydei hesitated. "I couldn't find a reason to see you."
"..You never needed one."
You held his gaze and for a brief moment, time seemed to stop.
The jingle of the shop bell shattered the silence.
A customer stepped inside.
You blinked first. Then turned away with an apologetic smile, returning to work as though you hadn't just completely unraveled him with a single sentence.
It happened slowly after that.
Not falling in love.
He had loved you long before this life.
But allowing himself to accept that he was in love with you?
That took time.
Seeing you die twice had taught him something. Time was cruel. It would always take you away from him eventually. That was unavoidable. But this time, he refused to let fear steal the life the two of you still had together.
He wanted to love you fully now. So that when time eventually separated the two of you again, neither of you would leave this life burdened with regret. Despite everything, Mydei found himself wanting forever anyway. However long forever was allowed to last.
One night, after closing, you found him standing outside the shop unusually silent. In his hands were a bouquet of lilies.
The streets were empty. Lantern light flickered softly against the stone roads.
"Mydei? You're cheating on me with another florist?"
Huffing you glared at the flowers, offended.
He looked at you then with an expression so unbearably vulnerable it stole your breath.
"I need to tell you something."
Your heart softened immediately. You unlocked the door of the shop and he trailed in after you.
The familiar scent of flowers wrapped around the both of you as silence settled gently between the shelves.
Then finally, he allowed himself to speak the words he had been holding back for two lifetimes.
"I love you."
The words sounded rough leaving his throat.
He exhaled shakily. " I have loved you for way longer than you know."
Your eyes stung unexpectedly.
After all this time, he had finally chosen to reach for happiness himself.
You stepped closer slowly until only inches remained between you.
"Mydei," you whispered softly, taking his hand into yours "I know"
His entire body went still.
"You .."
Confusion flickered across his face. Then realization. Then disbelief.
"I know, all of it," you confessed gently. "Every lifetime. Every occasion that you've held back. Every version of you."
The silence that followed felt deafening. Uncertainty started creeping in and you wondered if springing the truth on him like this had been too much too soon.
Mydei stared at you like the world had just shifted beneath his feet. He sensed the subtle shift in your expression and tightened his grip on your hand. He wouldn't be letting go of you. Not now. Not ever.
"You remember?" he whispered.
"I do. From the moment you walked into my shop I recognised you."
"And you said nothing?" It was his turn to sound offended.
A teasing smile touched your lips. Your tears were flowing freely now. Mydei reached out to you, his rough calloused hands gently wiping away your tears.
"I was waiting until you'd choose me again"
Something inside of him shattered completely after that.
In one movement he pulled you into him, holding you so carefully despite the desperation in his grip. His forehead rested against yours as though he still could not quite believe that this was real.
"You waited for me," he said quietly.
"In every life."
His eyes closed.
For centuries, Mydei believed immortality meant endless loneliness.
But now?
Now you are here and you were his.
You felt warm in his arms. An unfamiliar feeling blossomed in his chest, a feeling that he now recognises as happiness. You smile against his mouth as he kisses you softly, reverently, like something sacred he had been terrified to touch till now.
The kiss deepened slowly.
Tender at first.
Then aching.
His hands trembled slightly against your waist as years of restraint unraveled piece by piece beneath your touch. You could feel it in every careful movement — how desperately he loved, how fiercely he had held himself back.
You brushed your fingers through his hair gently, and the sound that escaped him was almost painfully soft.
"Mydei.. I love you too forever and always" you whispered against his lips.
He looked at you like devotion itself.
And for the first time in all his endless years of living, he stopped fearing tomorrow.
Zayne raises you properly. Caleb enables your every bad habit. Either way, you're one very spoiled kitten. Pairing - Zayne x Reader & Caleb x Reader
❄️ZAYNE
Zayne being Zayne.
While most people would probably panic after discovering that their girlfriend had somehow turned into a cat overnight, Zayne approached the situation with terrifying calmness.
He left the apartment and returned shortly with an alarming stack of library books related entirely to cat care.
《Nutritious Diet For Cats》
《How To Keep Your Cat Happy》
《First Time Cat Owners 101》
"Meow?"
"You’ll be fine," he reassured, with a book open on the coffee table and his iPad ready for note taking.
If there was one thing that Zayne excelled at, it was taking care of people. Apparently cats now too.
You were treated like royalty. Your water bowl was changed daily. Your meals were homecooked. Your fur was brushed twice a day. He even bought you a sparkly pink bow collar.
Resisting you had already been difficult when you were human, but now it was nearly impossible.
All you had to do was look up at him with those big round eyes, tilt your head slightly and let out a soft meow before he completely melted.
The no-treats-before-dinner rule went straight out the window. And apparently, so did his personal space. Zayne was now available for cuddles twenty-four seven.
Truthfully, Zayne secretly enjoyed this arrangement more than he probably should have.
For once, he was able to spend more time with you. A luxury that neither of you had before due to your busy schedules.
When he was working, you would sleep right by his arm on his desk. When he was reading on the sofa you would curl up on his lap meowing for pets.
Which was why, when you finally turned human again, Zayne found himself feeling a little disappointed.
"You miss cat me don’t you?"
"No."
"Liar."
Smiling softly, you leaned forward to kiss the pout off his face.
Lucky for him you knew just how to cheer him up. After all, you still remembered where he kept that sparkly pink cat collar.
🍎CALEB
Caleb was having a full on mental breakdown. His precious little baby sister had suddenly been reduced to a ball of fluff. Although he couldn't deny that you were a cute ball of fluff.
You were whisked away to sky heaven immediately. Doctors crowded around you, looking seconds away from collapsing from stress, while Caleb fired question after question at them without pause.
“Is this reversible?”
“Would there be any negative side effects?”
“Is she in any pain right now?”
He was only able to relax after learning that the change was temporary. You would return to normal in a few week's time.
Until then, Caleb gave in to your every whim with terrifying ease. Your claws destroyed his couch and he didn’t even bat an eye at the damage. "It was old anyway."
A single meow, and your food bowl was instantly refilled.
"Doesn’t she look a little… rounder now?" one of his coworkers asked cautiously.
"Nonsense." Caleb looked deeply offended by the accusation. "Look at how happy she is."
At first, Caleb hated the inconveniences that came with your transformation. No more kisses. No more hugs. No more late night banters. But over time, he was starting to see the benefits of you being a cat.
You were way clingier than usual. You would follow him everywhere, tiny paws tapping behind him faithfully. You would sit outside the bathroom while he showered and curl up beside him every night without fail.
Your jealousy also became painfully obvious.
"Colonel, could you review this report for me?"
Caleb barely looked up as his subordinate leaned slightly too close beside him. Then he saw you from the corner of his eye. Your fur was puffed up, tail raised sky high and claws extended like you were out for blood. And then you pounced.
Caleb caught you smoothly midair and hugged you against his chest just seconds before your tiny claws could commit any real crime. You hissed in his arms. Eyes still locked on the target.
"Leave the report on my desk. You may leave"
"Y-yes sir"
You received extra treats that day. He was quite literally enabling your transformation into a little menace.
It didn't take long till you were known in the base as the aggressive cat that followed Caleb everywhere. Approach with caution.
When you finally turned back into a human, you were utterly horrified. Caleb was never going to let you forget that for once you were the obsessive one in the relationship.
"…We’re never speaking about this again."
"Oh, baby." Caleb grinned, tightening his arms around you. "I’m bringing this up for the rest of our lives."
Until You Choose Me Again
⚔️Chapter 1
Chapter 2: The Princess
The second time that Mydei met you, you were dressed in a silk dress instead of armor.
A princess this time.
The moment he saw you descending the palace stairs beneath golden candlelight, something ancient and painful twisted inside his chest.
You looked different.
Softer. Happier. Untouched by the cruelty of war.
Yet your eyes remained the same. Bright and inviting enough to ruin him.
"My lady," one of the advisors said as he knelt before you, "this will be your new royal guard."
Your gaze settled on him and stilled. For one terrible moment, Mydei thought you remembered.
"My lady?"
Then you smiled politely. Your eyes crinkled in that very same way that he remembered from all those centuries ago.
"It seems that I'm in safe hands."
Mydei swore to himself that night that he would keep his distance this time.
No attachment, no hope, no repeating the same mistake twice.
He became the perfect guard because perfection required nothing human from him.
He escorted you through crowded halls in emotionless silence. Stood outside your chambers through sleepless nights. Walked three steps behind you through the royal gardens, all while stealing glances your way whenever he thought you weren't looking.
But despite all his efforts, you kept finding your way to him anyway. Because you knew. You felt the weight of his gaze lingering on you and sometimes, when you turned around quickly enough to catch him off guard, you would see it — that strange look in his eyes.
Hurt. Loneliness. Or perhaps something far more dangerous that neither of you were ready to name.
So you attempted to figure him out. This two meter tall mystery of a man. You asked him questions no guard should ever answer.
"What do you think of the stars?"
"Do you ever get lonely?"
"Why do you always look sad when you think no one notices?"
He answered carefully. Sparingly. Half-truths that should have kept you at a distance yet somehow only drew you closer instead.
Then came Prince Phainon.
Phainon entered the palace like spring after a brutal winter.
He was warm. Easygoing. Hopeful in ways Mydei no longer understood.
The kingdom adored him instantly and so did you.
At first, Mydei told himself it did not matter as long as you were happy.
Phainon was kind. Intelligent. The sort of man who spoke of peace as though it were truly attainable. He made you laugh effortlessly in ways Mydei never could. Not anymore.
And the worst part was that there was simply no reason for Mydei to dislike him.
There was nothing cruel in Phainon, nothing false, only sincerity.
This made the ache in Mydei's chest unbearable.
Days turned into months and you and Phainon became an inseparable pair.
The palace library grew quieter when the two of you disappeared into its corners together for hours. Stable hands whispered about the way the prince always rode beside you instead of ahead. Servants smiled knowingly whenever they saw the two of you taking tea in the gardens.
The entire kingdom began anticipating a royal engagement.
Including Mydei.
Especially Mydei. For perhaps he could finally let go knowing that you would be loved and protected.
One afternoon, he stood guard beneath flowering trees while you and Phainon sat together nearby for tea.
Your laughter drifted softly through the gardens as you sampled the delicate pastries laid across fine china plates. They were a specialty from Phainon's hometown. You had once praised their sweetness in passing and somehow, Phainon had never forgotten.
Phainon gathered fallen flowers while you spoke, absentmindedly weaving their stems together with nimble fingers. He nodded at all the appropriate moments, glancing up from his handiwork every now and then to show he was still listening to the tea you were spilling.
Then, smiling sheepishly, he held up a tiny flower ring.
"For the lovely princess," he declared dramatically, even going as far as getting down on his knees with a hand over his heart.
You laughed.
Not the polite laugh you gave the nobles.
A real one, warm and bright and amused.
And then, you raised your hand up to Phainon allowing him to slide the flower ring onto your finger.
Something inside Mydei snapped.
CRACK.
The sound split through the peaceful garden, startling everyone.
Silence followed instantly.
Mydei stared at the broken spear shaft in his hand. Celestial iron splintered cleanly down the center.
Around him, servants looked horrified.
Even Phainon had gone still. His sword drawn and arm placed protectively in front of you.
You rose from your seat immediately.
"Mydei?"
Concern filled your voice so quickly, so instinctively, it almost hurt more than the sight of the ring itself.
He couldn't look at you or the ring that rested on your finger.
"It was already damaged," he said flatly, gaze fixed on the broken weapon, avoiding your eyes.
Lies. Everyone knew it. No weapon forged from celestial iron could be broken that easily.
But Mydei merely bowed, apologized, and stepped back into silence once more.
After that day, he became colder. More distant.
If you noticed, you never mentioned it directly.
But sometimes he would catch you staring at him with quiet sadness lingering behind your eyes.
As though you were mourning something.
One evening, rain poured endlessly against the palace windows while you sat buried beneath stacks of paperwork inside your chambers.
Mydei stood near the door as always. This time with his back facing towards you, in a quiet attempt to distance himself from you.
The silence was suffocating. You set your quill down with a quiet sigh.
"What do you think of Phainon?"
The question struck harder than any battlefield wound.
Mydei kept his expression carefully neutral as he forced himself to utter the words out.
"He would make a fine king for you princess."
You watched him quietly.
"That isn't what I asked."
His chest tightened.
You held his gaze with terrifying steadiness, as though trying to look directly past every wall he had ever built up around himself. Around his heart.
And for one horrible moment, Mydei felt as if you could see through everything. His deeply hidden fears. His unbearable feelings that he had for you.
Fear wrapped around his throat instantly so he forced himself not to look away.
Forced himself to become cold again and to face you head on.
"Prince Phainon would make an excellent husband for you and a great king for the future of this kingdom," he said evenly.
The silence afterward felt endless.
Then very slowly you smiled and nodded.
Not happily. Not even bitterly. Just sadly.
As though he had confirmed something you already knew.
"I see," you whispered, picked up your quill and returned to your paperwork.
Mydei nearly spoke then.
Nearly shattered years of restraint just to take those words back, to erase that look of dejection on your face.
But fear won again. It always did. So instead, it was announced to you a week later that he had left.
The kingdom announced Phainon's ascension as king two years later.
"Are you sure about this?" You nodded weakly at Phainon's question before coughing into a handkerchief that was stained dark red.
Mydei was far away when the news reached him. By the time he had returned to the palace, the funeral had already ended.
No one stopped him as he walked toward your chambers, his fist clenched tight and tears streaking down his face.
He was too late. Again. He couldn't save you. The realization hollowed him out completely.
For the second time in centuries, immortality felt less like a curse and more like punishment. Perhaps he was always meant to lose you.
As he stood outside the empty room that once belonged to you, he overheard two maids whispering nearby.
"It's tragic, truly."
"I thought the Princess and King Phainon would marry eventually. He did love her so"
A pause.
Then quietly:
"But they never did."
Mydei stilled.
The first maid sighed softly. "I heard the princess refused every single proposal he made. I wonder why?"
The second maid leaned in closer, her hand hovering over her mouth as she whispered "The Princess was in love with someone else."
The world stopped.
Mydei could not breathe. His mind raced with the memory of you as you asked about his thoughts on Phainon. How he had tried to push you to Phainon thinking that you'd be happy.
When in reality, you had chosen him even when he never chose you back.
ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ - ᴍʏᴅᴇɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
War taught Mydei many things. How to kill. How to survive. But immortality taught him something crueller - everyone leaves eventually. Kingdoms fall. Names vanished with time. Entire generations fading away into dust. Only he would remain and that was how it was supposed to be till the end of time. Until you.
Chapter 1 - The Warrior
Chapter 2 - The Princess
Chapter 3 - The Florist
Until You Choose Me Again
War taught Mydei many things. How to kill. How to survive. But immortality taught him something crueller - everyone leaves eventually. Kingdoms fall. Names vanished with time. Entire generations fading away into dust. Only he would remain and that was how it was supposed to be till the end of time. Until you.
👑Chapter 2
Chapter 1: The Warrior
The first time that Mydei met you, you had blood splattered across your face and someone else's sword in your hand.
The battlefield burned around him in violent shades of orange and gold, smoke thick enough to choke ordinary soldiers. Screams echoed across the valley while steel clashed endlessly beneath a darkening sky.
And there you stood in the middle of it all, laughing hysterically.
Not because war amused you but because you were running high on the adrenaline of being alive.
Mydei watched as you drove a blade through an enemy soldier with frightening precision before wrenching the weapon free smoothly.
You turned then and caught him staring.
"What?" you called breathlessly, brow raised. "Never seen a woman fight before?"
He hadn't. Not like this. Not like you.
You moved recklessly through the battlefield. As though death itself should fear you instead.
It intrigued him immediately and that intrigue forged a bond between the two of you. A bond that he hadn't expected to form with anyone, not in a million lifetimes.
The two of you fought side by side often after that. Soldiers began whispering your names together across campsites and battlefields alike in awe and wonder. For the two of you worked so well together, there wasn't a single battle lost while under both of your leadership.
Where Mydei was precise, you were relentless. Where he remained cold, you burned.
And somehow the both of you understood each other perfectly in combat.
"You charged ahead alone" you complained one evening while cleaning the blood from your blade.
"And yet you still followed me." His lips twitched. A quiet small movement that you would have missed if you hadn't known him the way that you did.
It was never spoken out loud but you knew that you'd always be there for each other.
The next few months passed by in a blur. War by day. Campfires by night. Shared victories soaked in blood and exhaustion.
Over time, something dangerous began growing between the two of you.
It happened slowly. The lingering glances while discussing battle strategies. Hands brushing while passing weapons. The unbearable awareness of each other's presence during sleepless nights.
Then came the celebration after a particularly tough battle that stretched out for days.
The army drank until dawn after their hard won victory. Music echoed across the campsite while soldiers stumbled through drunken songs around massive bonfires.
You found Mydei sitting alone near his tent away from the noise.
"Gods," you sighed dramatically while plopping down beside him, "you really are terrible at pretending to be social."
"I wasn't even trying."
You barked out a laugh at that.
The sound curled warm beneath his ribs, awakening something within him that he had spent months trying not to name.
Inch by inch, you closed the distance between you till you were close enough to rest your head against his shoulder. He stayed completely still, hands clenched tightly around his jug of wine.
You stole his drink moments later.
"That's mine."
"You weren't drinking it."
"You're drunk."
"And you're staring again."
His gaze flicked away from your lips instantly.
You noticed.
Of course you did.
"You know," you murmured softer now, leaning even closer into him, "for someone impossible to kill, you're strangely tense all the time."
Mydei looked toward the firelight in silence.
You studied him openly for a moment before your expression shifted into something gentler.
"Tired?"
"Yes."
"Of the war?"
His answer came too quickly.
"No."
Your eyes softened with sudden understanding.
Not the war then.
Something else.
Something lonelier.
The realization that he had almost kissed you unsettled him enough that he reached for the jug again.
You grabbed his wrist before he could and neither of you moved afterward.
The air between you changed.
Slowly.
Dangerously.
Your thumb brushed lightly against the inside of his wrist.
Mydei's breath caught. His eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips.
Then you kissed him like you already knew he would let you.
The world blurred after that.
He remembered your laughter muffled against his mouth as he pulled you in closer. Remembered rough hands against soft skin. Remember how fiercely alive you felt beneath him.
For the first time in centuries Mydei forgot what loneliness felt like and that terrified him.
Because afterward, lying beside you beneath the dim candlelight of his tent, he realized something irreversible had happened.
He wanted you to be his. He wanted you to stay. But forever with a mere mortal was impossible.
So naturally he started pulling away but not entirely.
Never entirely, for he could never resist your smile, your touch, the feeling of your lips on his.
Instead, the two of you slipped into something dangerous and undefined.
Whenever battles ended, you somehow found your way back to each other.
Some nights it was desperate. Clothes being ripped the moment you stepped through his tent. Mouths clashing and teeth biting hard enough to bruise. Both in desperate need to feel, to be reassured that the other had survived another battle.
Some nights it was soft. You would trace the battle scars and red tattoos scattered across his skin while Mydei watched you quietly beneath dim candlelight. Then his hands would find you in return — slow, careful, patient enough to leave you breathless by the end of it.
You would remain tangled together beneath blankets hiding away from the chaos happening outside the tent, speaking quietly about meaningless things until exhaustion dragged you both toward sleep.
And every single time when you thought that his walls had lowered enough to ask for more Mydei retreated.
One night, you lay naked against his chest, fingers lazily tracing the defined lines of his stomach. Mydei held a grape up to your lips. You bit down on it, its juice trickling slowly down your chin. He groaned at the sight and leaned down instinctively, tongue brushing against your skin. Pressing your palm against his chest, you pushed him back slightly.
"You know," you murmured softly, almost afraid to break the intimate moment, "most people who keep ending up in each other's beds would eventually want something more."
Mydei went completely still and you felt it instantly.
The shift in his expression, the way his body tensed under your palm and his arm loosening around your waist. He was pulling back from you physically and emotionally.
So you smiled faintly instead, trying to soften the ache blooming quietly in your chest with a laugh.
"Relax," you whispered. "I'm not asking for much, just that new sword that you've forged?"
Mydei could survive battlefields, kingdom politics, losing soldiers to war, but not this.
Because immortality had taught him one undeniable truth - everyone left eventually. And he could already feel himself wanting you too much. So he deflected.
"You should sleep. Take the sword with you in the morning" he said quietly.
Your expression dimmed just slightly but you said nothing, just held on tighter to him. Hoping that your warmth could chase away his fears.
Because some part of you already understood him better than he understood himself. He was afraid of loss and in these uncertain times you couldn't blame him.
The war dragged on for years after that and despite everything, you remained beside him through every battle.
Then came that one battle that changed everything.
Chaos consumed the battlefield completely. Fire rained from collapsing towers while soldiers screamed beneath the wreckage.
Mydei barely noticed the enemy spear aimed for his back until it was too late but you did.
Without hesitation, you threw yourself between him and the spear.
The spear pierced straight through you.
In that moment time stopped for Mydei, he saw everything through slow-motion. The spear flying towards you, his fingers missing it by an inch, you getting impaled right before his very eyes.
For one horrible second, the word stilled, battle raged on around Mydei but he could only stare horrified.
Not you. It shouldn't be you. It can't be you.
The enemy soldier barely had time to react before Mydei tore through him with enough violence to make nearby warriors recoil in fear.
He caught you before you hit the ground. Blood soaked through his hands impossibly fast.
"No," he said sharply, as though refusal alone could undo reality.
Your lips trembled into the faintest smile.
"You're alive," you whispered weakly.
He pressed shaking hands against the wound instinctively even though both of you already knew that it was too late.
The wound was too deep and you were losing too much blood.
"You idiot," he rasped. "You know I would've healed!"
"I know."
"Then why?"
Your gaze softened then in a way that ruined him completely.
"Because," you breathed carefully, the light slowly fading from your eyes, "I couldn't bear watching you get hurt either."
Something inside Mydei shattered.
For centuries he had convinced himself distance was mercy. He believed that by refusing to love you properly it would somehow spare both of you the pain of loss.
And yet here you were, dying for him anyway. You were still leaving him even if it wasn't in the way that he had thought you would.
Your trembling fingers reached for his hand.
"Promise that you'll find me again?" you whispered softly.
Tears burned unexpectedly behind his eyes.
Then you smiled at him one last time—
Warmly.
Lovingly.
Like you had never once regretted choosing him.
𝑊𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑦 𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝐴𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝐴𝑚𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑢𝑠 🥹 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡, 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑. 𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑑. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑠 𝐼 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 😊💖