Currency wars is actually anxiety inducing like i sweat so hard when i try a new team thats NOT AGLAEA BOOTS or others to get the remaining bond rewards
How would superhero!phainon react if the reader was held hostage 😣
: WHERE HE WANTS YOU :*+ﾟ
in which: phainon's proposal plans backfire. continuation to say your stupid line.
warnings: 2.6k wc, hostage situation, brief allusion to trauma, phainon goes kind of batshit insane, angst with happy ending, phainon pov. semi-edited.
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Phainon has been deep in thought for the past few weeks.
How should he propose to you?
The dilemma has been on the forefront of his mind, and he thinks the stress has visibly shown on his face whenever he looks in the mirror. Even his fellow Chrysos Heirs have noticed, all of them making the effort of asking if anything was wrong.
He'd spill his dilemmas without hesitation. As heroes who take the initiative to solve every problem, they all pitched in fervently too.
Snowy, you should take Y/n paragliding, or even better, skydiving! The rocket-launching heir suggests- well, one of them does, the other two of the trio aren't convinced. Neither is Phainon.
How about a trip away, Phainon? You could organise a lovely picnic and propose at sunset. The most beautiful heir pitches in.
Time off will be best for you, Deliverer. Besides, you could take a holiday or two, it's been showing on your face. The strongest heir teases, Phainon responds with a threat of a wrestling match, of which Aglaea had to hold them apart with her threads before they would accidentally blast the whole place apart. Besides, you can show Y/n the new recipe I've been teaching you how to make.
How about a trip Janusopolis? For a sunset picnic and a freshly made dinner? The gentle heir who has been graced with death's touch, asks.
To which, the trio of red-heads reacts enthusiastically. The apples during that season are delightfully juicy! Cas, what a great idea!
So, it was decided. A group of heroes doing what they do best: saving the day and Phainon's proposal plans.
It is the first thought he has when he wakes up next to you, heart giddy and excited as he ponders over it while admiring your blissfully peaceful expression. Lips parted slightly as sleep weighs your eyelids close.
Since he has bought the ring, it weighs heavier and heavier in his pocket with each passing day, demanding to see the light of day and to find a home wrapped around your finger, where it belongs.
Then, he'll have the physical manifestation proving his being's tether to yours.
A romantic getaway to Janusopolis— Phainon's positive you'll love it. It's the perfect place for a mix of city and nature, and it's particularly beautiful during this time of year; the warm sunshine, the blooms that line the street, the bright, juicy fruit just waiting to be picked, it'd be the perfect place for you both to relax, and for Phainon to selfishly secure your undivided attention.
That all sounds so nice, he smiles while his hand absentmindedly fidgets with yours, lingering around the blaringly bare skin of your ring finger.
When wakefulness flutters your eyes open, Phainon's already staring up at you, eyes wide and practically glistening with love. You grumble good morning, rolling over to shield your eyes from the sun, but he's clinging onto you too tightly for you to properly move anyways, the human version of a gigantic labrador weighing you down.
Or maybe, the human manifestation of the sun just beamed even brighter beside you.
Try wriggle out of his warm grasp all you want, but now that you're awake, he wants you to give him your undivided attention.
He'll tell you tonight, about the surprise trip to Janusopolis by presenting the two tickets he's purchased. How Aglaea has given him time off just for the trip, so you don't have to worry on his behalf about his duties— although he wish you'd stop being concerned and put your own wellbeing first.
Then, you're one step closer to being married.
Except… you're not… home yet.
Phainon has been waiting all evening, staring at his phone, waiting for your return. You promised him you wouldn't be out tonight for too long, it was just a catch up dinner with friends and nothing else- 'back by 10 latest' you reassured with a goodbye kiss to his cheek, looking radiant in the outfit you chose. Watching you leave made it harder for him to let you go, tempted to drag you back for another kiss or two (or ten), but he held himself back and responded diligently to each message you sent him.
Speaking of which, you hadn't sent one since almost an hour ago, and that was a photo of your dinner.
You should be back by now… or at least, should have sent a text updating him on your whereabouts.
Sat on the living room couch, eyes glued to the front door like it had personally wronged him, Phainon tries to swallow the itch in his throat and reminds himself to unclench his jaw.
He's just being paranoid and overprotective, you're just out at dinner with your friends and probably having a lot of fun together so you want to be present in the moment, that's why you're not texting him, or answering your phone.
He doesn't have to go out and look for you- that's completely unreasonable. The way his gut swirls is simply due to nervousness.
He doesn't have to swing his coat on, frantically stuffing his keys and teleslate into his pocket before practically ripping the front door open. His urgency isn't him being too overbearing, can't a man go for a breath of fresh air?
If he ends up at the restaurant where you told him you'd be, eyes stuck at the entrance, watching the minutes tick by without a single sign of you, calls sending him to voicemail every time, messages never 'read', just 'delivered', then it is normal of him to go inside the place and chec.? He'll leave right after seeing you, promise.
Even after his eyes have roamed the whole restaurant twice, thrice, there was still no sign of you, and in the middle of the fourth sweep, he's already speed dailing Aglaea with a thundering pulse and shaking hands.
"Hello?" An immense wave of relief floods into him when he hears her comfortingly regal tone. "Usually it's not you who calls me first, is everything alright?"
"No- Aglaea, I need you to help me find Y/n," he all but blurts, leaving the bustling restaurant hurriedly.
"What's happened to Y/n?"
"I-I don't know, Y/n's not answering any of my calls or messages, I can't see live location- I'm worried," he confesses weakly.
"Alright, calm down first. I'll see what I can do."
It's silent on Aglaea's end for several heartbeats, of which Phainon spends with his phone pressed flush to his ear, trying to keep his shoulders back and breathing even, hoping for even the slightest twitch of good news; that he was overreacting, that you are fine and were on the way home, that he missed you just by a minute because he was-
"My threads see Y/n is… near the outskirts of Okhema?
***
The wind whips wildly in Khaslana's ears, lashing at his senses as he flies across Okhema at record pace. His golden tresses are blown out of his face, eyes fighting to stay open as he desperately flies to the location Aglaea had sent him, nothing else on his mind but to find you. He took off the moment he received the notification of your whereabouts, all rationality discarded as fury and anger fuelled the propelling of his wings.
He needs to take you home, so he can heal the anxiety that's torn his heart apart and mend it with your presence, by keeping you close so you can't worry him like this again.
He'll eliminate all threats that tears you away from him, testing the sanctity of your relationship.
The location is a small warehouse lined up amongst others, unassuming save for a tiny, ceiling window that shows a weak ray of sterile light. Despite it, certainty swirls in Khaslana's gut, soul finding yours like two magnets.
"Khaslana, do not be rash!" Aglaea's voice rings out through the intercomm.
Right, he was flying so fast he could barely hear her.
"I understand you are upset, rightfully so, but there are still human lives at stake. Do not get me in another quarrel with The Council, do I make myself clear?"
The hero's cold and indifferent tone permeates the chill night. "I'm sorry, Aglaea, but I'm going to do everything in my power to get Y/n back."
"Don't be mistaken, Phainon, you don't have to exert yourself much. My threads tell me these are not remarkable opponents, hence why I ask of you to not get ahead of yourself!"
With a thundering crack, the roof of the warehouse is torn open.
"Phainon," Aglaea warns.
"Dawnmaker simply poked it, that wasn't my fault."
He descends down, closer to witness the scene below. A crowd of masked bandits gathered, looking up at the terrifying hero whose weapon practically shines gold in his grasp. The sight was comparable to ants scrambling around a destroyed colony.
Khaslana couldn't care less, not when he saw you sat in the middle of the concrete, tied and with duct tape securing your mouth shut, but your head was lulled down, hair covering your face.
You seemed unharmed, yet the sight was enough to make his blood boil.
He raises an arm into the sky, ready to wreck havoc by manifesting his wrath in the form of a thousand meteors, but an invisible force restrains his hand.
"Halt," Aglaea's smooth voice commands. "They are already down. No need to crush their skulls too."
True to her word, when Khaslana glances down at the ground, all the perpetrators collapsed to their ground like discarded puppets.
"Aren't I efficient? Y/n should be waking up now, I've alerted police and they are dashing to the scene, it's best you leave now rather than later. I shall look more into this incident and investigate whether it was a deliberate attack on you, or a mere coincidence trying to lure authorities to the scene. It may have been a way to even target the Heirs, but leave that to me."
"What do you mean a deliberate attack on me?"
"I mean a myriad of things, to figure out your secret identity, to take Khaslana down… who knows, but focus on Y/n first. Go home, Phainon."
"I will, thank you for everything, Aglaea."
"No problem."
When the line dies, Khaslana shudders as he gazes at your unconscious body. His hands gently untie the knot binding you, and he cups your cheek to tear the duct tape off, but the pain seemed like it was enough to wake you.
"Ow," you whine, eyes blinking open. "I- Khaslana? Wh-where am I? What happened?"
A small smile cracks his indifferent, cold mask, warmth subtly bleeding into his golden eyes as he wraps an arm around your shoulder and knees. "We can talk about that later. Let's go home first, okay?"
You scream when he suddenly levitates without warning, wrapping your arms around his neck with a vice grip, holding on for dear life as if his hands aren't dug into your flesh, holding you flush to him.
"I'm not going to drop you, I promise."
"Just fly slowly, okay?" You murmur, digging your face into his crystallised neck. "I'm really tired, and my wrists hurt… I don't remember much aside from walking home and then… I—"
He frowns at how you choke over your words. "You don't have to talk about it now. You're safe now, I'll always come to your rescue, no matter what."
"Thank you for saving, Phai, and I'm sorry if I made you worry." Your eyes flutter closed, head resting on his shoulder.
"Don't apologise. If anything, I should be the one asking for your forgiveness."
Khaslana makes a necessary stop, one to quell the gnawing of his heart, and after a bit of shaking, your eyes open to the sight of the Okheman skyline at night, atop the balcony of a skyscraper. He sets you down gently, and pure wonder glistens in your eyes as you approach the railing to admire the view, but not without an arm wrapped tightly around his elbow.
He wasn't intending on separating from you anyways.
"It's so pretty," you gasp. "Why haven't you taken me here before?"
A few smart quips come to his mind, but he settles for none of them. "I'll take you wherever you want to go, sunshine."
You giggle, and a forlorn desire to preserve that sound grows in his gut. Bottle it up or store it in a seashell that only he can keep, but why worry about an ephemeral fragment when he has you? Why conserve a fleeting moment when he could be with you… forever?
He drops to one knee, looking up at you with pleading eyes, Phainon bleeding into the mask of Khaslana, but what difference does it make when both love you?
His hands, strong and unrelenting, wrap tightly around your thighs, causing you to stumble to him, regaining your balance on his shoulders.
"Hey, what are you doing-"
"This isn't how I planned on asking but, let's get married." He mumbles into your stomach. "We can have a spring or summer wedding at Warbling Shores-"
"Married? Hold on!" You shake his shoulder, but he continues rambling.
"A big reception with all our friends and family, and maybe a small ceremony for just close ones. Our honeymoon can be at Aedes Elysiae, I can finally show you the vast wheat fields of my home, and then I'll catch fresh fish for us. They’re really delicious, especially with the way mum taught me how to grill them for me growing up, you’ll like it- I-I can make you a hammock, too, build a swing as we watch the sunset.”
"That sounds lovely and all-"
"But really, I would be fine with anything you want, as long as you’ll be with me because I want to be with you for the rest of my life. The ring's ready, I'm ready, so marry me."
"Phainon," you whisper and he looks up at you, golden eyes desperate as he leans into your hand.
"Please, marry me, sunshine," he says, no stronger than a whisper, a stark contrast to the grip he has on the back of your thighs. “Make me yours for all eternity.”
The wind blows your hair into your face, strands covering the pure surprise that lines your expression as Phainon's world is any second from crumbling, the fate of his sanity hinging on whether or not you'll say yes.
And Titans, he really wants you to say yes.
"You're certain?" You squeak.
"I've never been more certain in my life."
"Then… yes, Phai, I'll marry you."
His heave of relief is instantaneous, the mighty hero crumbling to your feet, wings and halo dropped. You bend down to be eye-level with him, hands cradling both sides of his face.
"No takebacks," he murmurs, "you're stuck with me for life now."
"Please," you laugh, "you made that clear months ago, ring or no ring."
Khaslana huffs. "I-I had a whole plan to propose to you, it wasn't supposed to be this… this…"
"In the moment?"
"Yeah," he smiles, "in the moment."
"Well, if it helps, then we can still go with your original plan. I can pretend like I know nothing."
"Please, sunshine, save me some face. So, how does a trip to Janusopolis sound?"
(Despite it being his second attempt, he's still nervous, maybe even more so than the first. After a successful picnic date, anticipation thrums through his veins, leaving him a hopeless, bumbling mess as he presents the ring to you as Phainon this time. The golden sunlight highlighting the delight on your face as you listen to the fool you've made of this usually-eloquent man.
But, blundering idiot or suave hero, you will always say 'yes' to him.
i cannot satiate my addiction like what the actual fuck i wake up everyday and check my phone then scroll on tumblr, pinterest, twitter to see his face and then i log into hsr just to stare and his face while LITTERALLY DOING NOTHING? I DO THIS FOR 4 HOURS AFTER WAKING UP AND I CHECK THE TIME ITS ALREADY 3 PM???
i cannot satiate my addiction like what the actual fuck i wake up everyday and check my phone then scroll on tumblr, pinterest, twitter to see his face and then i log into hsr just to stare and his face while LITTERALLY DOING NOTHING? I DO THIS FOR 4 HOURS AFTER WAKING UP AND I CHECK THE TIME ITS ALREADY 3 PM???
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