THE INTERNET RUINED ME ⟢ phainon! 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 twitter is up in flames, you won’t come out of bed, and phainon is contacting his managers to try and calm the situation down. no matter how hard anyone tries, your phone blows up with tweets, tags, and messages. at least the chrysos heirs come around to distract you from it.
Phainon sighs and drops his phone down onto the dresser beside the bed. He just got off the phone with Aglaea, who suggested that Phainon should take a break off the internet and be there with you considering you were probably gonna get hate from his fanbase if you didn’t enough.
It sucks more when know your public account on Twitter has been found when he explicitly said not to try and find out. Sooner or later, more of your socials will be found and you’ll have no choice but to delete everything.
You were curled into yourself on the bed, refusing to get up unless it was the bathroom. It shouldn’t have effected you so much, it usually should never effect a celebrities partner since that’s what they should prepare for when dating someone famous.
But you’ve known Phainon since forever, you’ve known Phainon when he just a little kid running around in the grass fields. You know different versions of Phainon, Phainon’s that people don’t know about, and Phainon’s that the fanbase—and him—don’t want to see.
He’s the picture perfect boyfriend in terms of personality and looks. Everything everyone wants in a guy. You remember how many people approached him in University, you remember how many times you two have talked—not argued—about how insecure you’d get whenever it happenes, and you remember how Phainon wanted to stop streaming if it made you uncomfortable with how many people thirst over him.
It was sweet of him to think about you, and at that time, you were completely okay with him streaming since you know Phainon knows where home is at. But thinking about it now, should you have said no?
Phainon already has a stable job as a model, and you also have a stable job as Aglaea’s fashion assistant. If Phainon ever did want to stop streaming, it won’t matter since he still has a way to financial support you both, and vice versa. You just can’t take back your answer and beg for him to stop streaming.
Phainon’s hands founds it way to your cheek, turning it to the side so he can stare at you, “I’m sorry.” He apologized, his voice almost a whisper.
Your eyes softened, bringing him down and into your chest, Phainon already sinking into your embrace, “I love you.” You hear him mumble against your chest, a chuckle leaving you as your fingers twisted and threaded in his white hair.
In moments like these, you can forget all the hate you’re getting, Phainon can forget what’s blowing up his phone, and just relax in bed with him. You do hate how everyone treats celebrities partners, but the one who actually has Phainon is you.
“Can I get an ‘I love you too’?” You dragged out your sigh, snapping your eyes open, “I love you too, Phainon.” His face lifts up from your chest, a grin on his lips.
“Wasn’t so hard, now was it?” Your eye twitched, hand reaching up to tug at his two antennas on the top of his head. Phainon yelped and grabbed your wrist, pulling a stupid face that had you stifling a laugh.
“You look like a vegetable with your hair like this.” Phainon hummed in confusion, looking up to see you toying with his two antennas after releasing the harsh grip on them, “They were so much more cuter when you were a kid.” You looked down at Phainon, who grinned.
“And you were nicer when you were a kid.” Frowning, you flicked his forehead, “I’n still nice.” Phainon rubbed the spot you flicked before leaning up to kiss your forehead.
“You are.”
The moments ruined the second Phainon’s phone starts ringing. Phainon huffed and stretching above you to reach for it, your eyes moving on instinct to catch the pale skin of his stomach when his shirt lifted, clearing your throat when he pulled back with the phone to his ear.
“Hello—“
“Phainon!” Both Phainon and you winced at the loud voice that came through despite not being on speaker. He pulled the phone away by an inch before placing it beside his ear again, “Yes, Cipher?” You sat up at the call of her name, snatching the phone out of Phainon’s hand.
“Cipher?” Your face visibly lit up, ignoring how Phainon blinked at how fast you took the phone away from him before he took the spot you were laying down on, watching you talk to Cipher through his bangs.
He watched you hold onto the necklace he gifted you on your first anniversary, watched how you scrunched your nose up whenever she said something gross, and watched how your hand flexed whenever you were explaining something to Cipher.
A sigh leaves his lips, a blissed out look on his face.
He does really love you.
“Okay, wait, put me on speaker. Phainon needs to hear this too.” You looked over your shoulder to see Phainon burying his face into your pillow, ears burning red as your eyebrow raised at his appearance.
Brushing it off, you put Cipher on speaker, “What’d you want to say—“
“Open the door!” You jumped when the front door to your shared apartment banged, Phainon getting up to answer the door as you quickly followed, abandoning Phainon’s phone in the room as Cipher’s laughter filled it up.
Standing up on your tippy-toes to peer over Phainon’s shoulders, the rest of your friends stood infront of the entrance, a grin on Cipher’s face and a calm smile on Aglaea’s. Your jaw dropped at the sight of them, before pushing them back to look down both the hallways until you ushered them in.
Phainon shut the door behind you, Castorice pulling you into a hug as Cipher, Cyrene and Hyacine engaged into a conversation with you, “No, but everyone’s being dramatic on Twitter. What’s the big deal?” You sweatdropped at Cipher’s question, pulling away for Castorice’s hug.
“That’s because Phainon is everyone’s dreamboat.” Mydei butted in, sending a look to Phainon whose eyes widened in shock, “I am?” You deadpanned at his act.
“Stop being stupid on purpose, Phai.” Your boyfriend dropped the facade, a smile on his face as he raised his hands up in a mock surrender, “Hey, I only care what you think of me.” You rolled your eyes, ignoring the way your face warmed up and Cyrene pointing it out with a grin.
Aglaea dropped a bag onto your table, Hysilens helped her grab the stuff out. The sound of glasses clanking together made you snap your head over to them, bottles of wine lying on your table as your mouth dropped, turning to Phainon who had an amused eyebrow raised.
Cipher pulled you down with an arm over your shoulder, “The best option to feel better is drinking.” You chuckled, “You’re encouraging alcohol abuse.” Cipher shrugged at your words, scavenging through the plastic bags and also pulling out multiple six packs of beer.
“You all came here to drink?” Phainon turned to Mydei, a small smug smile on Mydei’s face, “Been awhile since we all gathered together.” Tribbie grinned, looking up at Phainon who agreed with a nod and a smile.
It has been a long time since all of you have been together. Schedules were tight, and plans kept getting canceled because of these. You only assume that the recent drama was a good reason to bring everyone together, even though it was on bad circumstances, you’re glad they all want to be here with you both, especially from Anaxa and Cerydra.
You took one drink, and then another, and then another, and then Phainon gave you his drink, so you drank that one too. It ended up with Cyrene resting on your shoulder, a droopy smile on her face while you laid on Phainon’s, a half-empty cup of wine in your hands while you watched Cipher and the rest play cards.
Anaxa and Aglaea of course had petty arguement here and there, passive aggressive comments being thrown once in a while. Hysilens took up any drink that needed to be finished, Hyacine gave people water to help them, Cerydra kept winning in UNO and Tribbie kept winning in Go-Fish.
Mydei and Phainon were in a conversation with eachother, catching up with Phainon trying to ragebait him and being successfully every time from the way Phainon’s laughs whenever Mydei scolds him.
It’s funny, it’s warm, it’s nostalgic. You missed this feeling.
You missed how Cipher and Cyrene both teased you about Phainon, you missed how Mydei and Phainon bickered with eachother, you missed how Aglaea carefully teaches you her techniques, you missed how Anaxa—despite being rude about it—actually educated you on topics you wanted to know about, you missed Tribios and the other three, you missed Cerydra and Hysilens, you missed Hyacine and Ica.
Phainon was your best friend. You met at the lowest point of your life when it felt like nothing could keep you going. Phainon carried the weight of your sorrows and blossomed it anew. His kind and gentle love gave you courage to face your problems, and you were comforted for years, knowing your faithful friend was always by you. But never could you guys fall in love. Maybe you've had thoughts cross your head, but how could you ever ask for more? Why would you ever ask for more when he cares for you, puts you above all else, values your time more than anyone, or so it seemed. Perhaps it was the delusion of your feelings giving you such ego. You watched him walk hand in hand with his new lover. The light taps on shoulders, and as he caressed the back of his lover. It stung your heart not because he was with another person, but because of the feelings you bottled up for years and years, only consumed you more knowing they would never see the light of day. You watched as he smiled and laughed the same way you two would together in mundane hangouts, late night walks in Okhema, and stargazing in the fields. just you two in complete tranquility. The pain as he shared that laughter and smile with another person. You walk away knowing his happiness is above all else.
The wind brushed by him and he took a glance behind his shoulders. He watched you walk away with such a solemn look, and looked away. You were only friends. destined platonically and nothing more.
(Author - THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING ANY KIND OF DRABBLE. please let me know what you think!!)
"turned into a moon that always tells the warmth and brightness of the sun!"
Or: Where the pain is endless and the journey is long, so you consolidate it into an easy to follow list. (current word count: 5.6k words)
᯽ pairing: phainon x reader
᯽ tags: Canon Divergence, Angst, Hurt/No Comfort, Timeloop Shenanigans, We are all doomed by the narrative, more tags to be added
᯽ summary
(He wasn't jealous that you knew far more than him. But he was disappointed, not in you, never you. All of his hatred was reserved for himself. Khaslana had promised you that whatever burden you carried, you will share the weight together. That while he was destined to carry the fate of this world, that yours would take priority over Amphoreus. He'd never tell you that, lest you chastise him for his poor decision making. It didn't matter now, for you still had your fears – your secrets – that you'd never share with him.)
"Are you confused, Deliverer?" Lycurgus addressed him for the first time. "Do you know why you're here? Why were any of you brought here in the simulated world?"
Even you, who was so resolute in your anger, went quiet. Perhaps your curiosity had won over your rage. Whatever the reason, it was enough of a pause for Lycurgus to continue.
"Heh, as a reward for reaching the end of the world, let me answer your questions."
᯽ Preface: You cannot fall now.
But Amphoreus's fall was so long ago, there probably wasn't anyone left to recount the tale-
Oh wait. You. You were there on that fateful day. For a follower of Finality, Destruction tends to follow you like a pining lover. Perhaps now you would give into its demands.
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᯽ Prologue - Cycle Zero: You made a promise, and you intend to keep it.
"Fine," you said, cold and callous. It reminded him of the first time you met all those years ago. "If you two choose to be fools and fall for Irontomb's tricks, so be it." Your sword appeared by your side, red and hungry for golden blood.
"But I will not let you doom this universe, or so the Aeons help me if I fail again."
phainon with a terminally ill reader! ...except instead of normal illness its the honkai *rubs hands evilly* (no physical descriptions used outside of honkai disease lines (symptom of honkai radiation) and fraility of body)
CYCLE: #28,■■■,■■■ – year 49■■
from the moment phainon met you, red lines always decorated your arms and neck. he remembers the exact moment he met you, being hauled in a wheelchair and recently released from the twilight courtyard. a shawl draped amongst shoulders decorated of crimson red (not ichor that resembled dawn, not a chrysos heir, he notes) lines that resemble glow of the black tides.
perhaps that's why many avoided you... and why he pitied you enough to approach and talk to you.
on the contrary of your frail form, you were a stubborn and hard headed fellow, reminding phainon of his former professor. what firmness your physicality lack clearly made up with firmness of the mind, as you quickly swept him off his feet with your strong opinions and expressive self.
ever since that meeting, he's been visiting you everytime he ends up in hyacinthia's ward, be it from his own injuries, visiting mydeimos after the crown prince's another test of immortality, or simply coincidences that never feel as such.i
its always a gamble, on what phainon would do in these visits. talk about dromases and how big they are? sure thing! the view up in the hero's bath? phainon has no problem of telling you about it! or maybe hear his stories of battle against the black tide? as long as you don't feel such boredom.
or perhaps he wheels you around okhema, letting the light of Kephale bathe you down, though sensations had long been whittled away by this unknown disease that seemed incurable, only delayed..
it wasn't long for the other heirs to notice phainon and his strange attachment to you, far more than a simple patient they would meet when crossing paths in hyacinthia's courtyard. was it perhaps your strange illness, chipping away your life? or your personality, as ever steadfast as georios themselves when they laid the foundation of earth strong for many to walk? they never did know, nor was it truly their business.
perhaps such business was hyacinthia's, but hyacine had no qualms to question, for it was phainon who brought back that shine in your eyes, a ray of hope dawning after long night to bring tomorrow. for someone like you, to spend so many months in her care and never truly receiving salvation, have a smile of cheer once again, who was hyacine to judge if it came from lord phainon? to her, at least, you make a good pair! she do so gladly allows phainon to take you around!
as for cyrene, his dear friend, she teases him mercilessly~ oh, you would love this ornament made of kremnoan materials! or did you mention wishing to taste such vegetable? and as expected, phainon took it very seriously~ a cheat code really, of how much she uses your name to persuade him. don't worry though! cyrene adores your presence, even if she cannot visit you more often than phainon.
now, how do you feel of garnering the attention of a chrysos heir? perhaps overwhelmed, perhaps embarrassed, but you cannot deny the growing bond and warmth you feel with him. your eyes are still working after all. yet at the same time, you feel... dread. your life is but a weed against the soon to be demigod's tree, he will stand for a long time while you will soon be plucked away by the west wind, resting in the sea of flowers of the Hand of Shadow. you wonder, is it enough to simply love him and let him lose you much more intimately than simply letting him lose you as a friend?
love shows itself in many ways, cyrene always says. for you, it was your love for phainon that made you hesitate of accepting such feelings, in fear you sit atop the burdening rock he pushes as the heirs strive for era nova. this fleeting life of yours... you hope it would only give him more joy, not pain.
it is but an inevitable wish, judging by the normal mundane blood you cough out as the red lines that defined your looming execution stretch to your face. your vision blurs and you feel like a lull to sleep, to rest. be it tiredness of today or life, you have yet to know.
still, you pray. so desperately pray. this fleeting life, may phainon of aedas elysiae see the great dawn, while you await for him in the sea of flowers.
perhaps... you'll be the one to your him there, like what he always done to you...
UNKNOWN LOCATION LOADING.
lygus– no, "zandar," was a man believing in human possibility. it is why he chose to attempt the annihilation of his own making, blasted Erudition.
why he chose to womb irontomb in a world, and to witness its birth.
a variable he did not see, was a certain existence garnering the energy of a path that should not have been involved. though, logically speaking, "zandar" always knew a possibility of that aeon coming, when "zandar" toyed with Destruction, was in the horizon.
looking at the black cat in front of this simulated form, fur dark as tomorrow and eyes that turn neither gold or blue, but deep purple, "zandar," for all of his curiosity, feels a sense of dread.
watching, the cat was. watching and waiting, daring for "zandar" to even think of harming one of THEIR children. a small, feeble form, that was a cat, but it was no less part of a divine corpus now holding the main sentience of the Aeon.
well, as long as that existence isn't hurt, a variable isolation should satisfy, right~?
phainon with a terminally ill reader! ...except instead of normal illness its the honkai *rubs hands evilly* (no physical descriptions used outside of honkai disease lines (symptom of honkai radiation) and fraility of body)
CYCLE: #28,■■■,■■■ – year 49■■
from the moment phainon met you, red lines always decorated your arms and neck. he remembers the exact moment he met you, being hauled in a wheelchair and recently released from the twilight courtyard. a shawl draped amongst shoulders decorated of crimson red (not ichor that resembled dawn, not a chrysos heir, he notes) lines that resemble glow of the black tides.
perhaps that's why many avoided you... and why he pitied you enough to approach and talk to you.
on the contrary of your frail form, you were a stubborn and hard headed fellow, reminding phainon of his former professor. what firmness your physicality lack clearly made up with firmness of the mind, as you quickly swept him off his feet with your strong opinions and expressive self.
ever since that meeting, he's been visiting you everytime he ends up in hyacinthia's ward, be it from his own injuries, visiting mydeimos after the crown prince's another test of immortality, or simply coincidences that never feel as such.i
its always a gamble, on what phainon would do in these visits. talk about dromases and how big they are? sure thing! the view up in the hero's bath? phainon has no problem of telling you about it! or maybe hear his stories of battle against the black tide? as long as you don't feel such boredom.
or perhaps he wheels you around okhema, letting the light of Kephale bathe you down, though sensations had long been whittled away by this unknown disease that seemed incurable, only delayed..
it wasn't long for the other heirs to notice phainon and his strange attachment to you, far more than a simple patient they would meet when crossing paths in hyacinthia's courtyard. was it perhaps your strange illness, chipping away your life? or your personality, as ever steadfast as georios themselves when they laid the foundation of earth strong for many to walk? they never did know, nor was it truly their business.
perhaps such business was hyacinthia's, but hyacine had no qualms to question, for it was phainon who brought back that shine in your eyes, a ray of hope dawning after long night to bring tomorrow. for someone like you, to spend so many months in her care and never truly receiving salvation, have a smile of cheer once again, who was hyacine to judge if it came from lord phainon? to her, at least, you make a good pair! she do so gladly allows phainon to take you around!
as for cyrene, his dear friend, she teases him mercilessly~ oh, you would love this ornament made of kremnoan materials! or did you mention wishing to taste such vegetable? and as expected, phainon took it very seriously~ a cheat code really, of how much she uses your name to persuade him. don't worry though! cyrene adores your presence, even if she cannot visit you more often than phainon.
now, how do you feel of garnering the attention of a chrysos heir? perhaps overwhelmed, perhaps embarrassed, but you cannot deny the growing bond and warmth you feel with him. your eyes are still working after all. yet at the same time, you feel... dread. your life is but a weed against the soon to be demigod's tree, he will stand for a long time while you will soon be plucked away by the west wind, resting in the sea of flowers of the Hand of Shadow. you wonder, is it enough to simply love him and let him lose you much more intimately than simply letting him lose you as a friend?
love shows itself in many ways, cyrene always says. for you, it was your love for phainon that made you hesitate of accepting such feelings, in fear you sit atop the burdening rock he pushes as the heirs strive for era nova. this fleeting life of yours... you hope it would only give him more joy, not pain.
it is but an inevitable wish, judging by the normal mundane blood you cough out as the red lines that defined your looming execution stretch to your face. your vision blurs and you feel like a lull to sleep, to rest. be it tiredness of today or life, you have yet to know.
still, you pray. so desperately pray. this fleeting life, may phainon of aedas elysiae see the great dawn, while you await for him in the sea of flowers.
perhaps... you'll be the one to your him there, like what he always done to you...
UNKNOWN LOCATION LOADING.
lygus– no, "zandar," was a man believing in human possibility. it is why he chose to attempt the annihilation of his own making, blasted Erudition.
why he chose to womb irontomb in a world, and to witness its birth.
a variable he did not see, was a certain existence garnering the energy of a path that should not have been involved. though, logically speaking, "zandar" always knew a possibility of that aeon coming, when "zandar" toyed with Destruction, was in the horizon.
looking at the black cat in front of this simulated form, fur dark as tomorrow and eyes that turn neither gold or blue, but deep purple, "zandar," for all of his curiosity, feels a sense of dread.
watching, the cat was. watching and waiting, daring for "zandar" to even think of harming one of THEIR children. a small, feeble form, that was a cat, but it was no less part of a divine corpus now holding the main sentience of the Aeon.
well, as long as that existence isn't hurt, a variable isolation should satisfy, right~?
self aware hsr au but its the aeons.... THEY sense how many characters of a path you use and get ecstatic in THEIR own way.... maybe THEY even use their powers to give you buffs even outside simulated/divergent universe..... oh, you use destruction in a full team? huh, your characters somehow gets more damage in cost of hp, you've never read this in the guides! maybe its a hidden synergy! running full HARMony??? suddenly your buffs are higher and clearing out moc like flies! the unplayable path aeons are definitely compensating by attracting you via their lore and stories and the characters whose lore is tied to them, some exclusive for your eyes <3
inspired by elation coming out, imagine aha cackling as THEY leave unplayable path aeon room behind! so long suckers!!
also could be self aware characters too, like imagine phainon being pissed that nanook is interested in you lmfao
For your self aware aeons post, thanks to Honkai impact third we, the player actually exist as a higher level being in the Honkai verse! (Not the captain verse events, but rather the actual player https://youtu.be/Oh8EhN5IfZk?si=rZZwQ1FkimC1bHKo. We are technically a being above the notice of the Honkai and aeons! (If I remember right this is hinted at by a talking bank note of Benjamin Franklin in one of the side stories in Honkai impact third) and since hi3 and hsr take place in the same universe (hi3 is like amphourous and seperated from the rest of the cosmos by the Honkai) so yeah, we canonically exist in the Honkai verse!
okay ill be yapping here guys it's gonna get long... also thank you for the ask!!
I'm a hi3rd fan (granted not as caught up w the lore considering its been years) and I'm aware of the fact players canonically exist since Ai chan also had us as variables to defeat Kevin (rip my goat) w the trio! tbh i wanted to implement this factor, mostly on the fact the paths get broader the more they're used/interacted with, so players in a sense act like constellations from orv but not fully, as I'm trying to establish that aeons are still the higher beings, at least in the influence of the hsr universe/multiverse (also there are more higher beings than aeons in honkaiverse as whole if I remember correctly, found in ggz but I never touched the lore there lmao so not opening that can of worms)
players in my self aware aeons au are like beings from different universes/multiverses interacting w hsr through the game as medium, and by playing with the playable paths or indulging the lore of aeons unplayable and playable, they in universe "spread" the influence/ideals of said paths, which gives the paths more striders and therefore becoming more broad, enough that another path would eventually become assimilated to a broader one (as established in canon, e.g. Xipe and Ena). however this effect is passive and usually unnoticed by mortals, aeons are aware (it's their path after all) but usually don't care
what makes the player of this self aware au special is that aeons themselves show heavy interest at them, therefore doing extra work to gain the attention of said player.
I could honestly write Player bring isekaid but I feel like that alr happened haha!
so yah here's my little yapping since I haven't fully established the au yet
I saw your self aware aeons and THEIR paths post, and how THEY would try to please you by buffing your teams, i want to know how that would go for aeons who still haven't (and maybe never will) have THEIR paths playable
My favorite is mythus but something tells me that THEY will NEVER be a playable path, there's also the whole theory about THEM not being real and just being a lie spread by the riddlers and history fictionalogists which i pray isn't correct
I mentioned it a bit but I feel they'd like attract you either the main story/lore (example like making the game "attend" a planet related to them for more stories or hijacking other stories to insert lore... which might lead to an aeon war or smth) or brute force a playable path resonance in su or du!! for mythus personally (and maybe even aha, possibly hooh) I feel for a fact they'd try to enter the Digital Realm/internet of your world and spread their influence on your world (which isnt that hard look at hoyotwt)
in other words making the mythus go spread misinformation meme a freaking reality in your reality lmfao
