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When youre a broke ass phainon lover so your sugar daddy friend has to take matters into her own hands 🫶🫶
Jk it's my birthday on May 16th!! Sadly im so busy with exams I haven't been able to do anything fun yet 😭 once this shit ass test is all over imma throw the biggest belated celebration for myself 💗💗
helllooo i saw ur req was open and wanted to send my most craving need to read 🥹
I didnt see anything abt poly in yr rules so u can ignore this req completely if you dont want to write it lol
could u possibly write phairene x reader dating hc?
Phairene x Reader dating headcanons!
This screams two bad bitches at the same damn time man😭But really though, I love this request sm!! Partly because I love Phainon and mostly because I feel like Cyrene is so underrated so thank you sm for giving me a chance to write this!
Also just a heads-up, since there's no clear specific details as to what kind of polyamory this is, I can only assume you meant this as in Phainon and Cyrene x Reader since this blog is mostly an x Reader so I apologize in advance!
Wait! How did it come to this in the first place??
Personally, I see Cyrene as the first to confess to you and will probably be the first to bring this subject up. The three of you have always been close, in a sense that physical touch or intimate gestures are always labeled as "normal trio things". Cyrene catches the shift quickly, she has very good understanding and grasp of her emotions and is intelligent enough to tell romance from closed friendship
Phainon on the other hand… Takes a while to come to terms with the fact that he's in love with his you in a less platonic way and more of a I-want-you-so-badly kind of way. However, he's pretty sharp too, he picks up the signs that Cyrene may be feeling the same way for you so he kinds of… retreat? Take a back seat and numb his feelings down so Cyrene can be with you instead.
Cyrene is also very aware of this, so she just confronts him about the matter and well, come up with a solution. She has all three of you sat around a table like it's a inter-city negotiation and gingerly declares that "Since we all have too much love in our hearts, let's just share it with one another!" — That is if you have no problem with it.
Flustered as you are, you eventually admit your feelings for them and agree to try out polyamory— as per Cyrene's suggestion.
So, how is it going?
At first, you and Phainon are very confused about the whole thing, like how does this work? Do you agree on a specific schedule like Mon-Wed-Fri for Phainon and Tue-Thu-Sat for Cyrene? Then what about Sunday? (as in the day of the week and not the chicken guy)
Since you two are callow in this regard, Cyrene has to take the lead very often. She insists that you all just act normally, like how you always do! But with better understanding of your feelings and the romance that comes with it.
Your dates range from late night relaxation together at the Hero's Bath or an excursion around Okhema. Cyrene is very creative so she's in charge of date location, sometimes you three enjoy a romantic dinner at a small restaurant in Okhema, other times you visit the Garden of Life to play with the Chimeras. She's the type to never run out of date ideas, whether indoors or outdoors. She absolutely loves makeup and skincare dates too, especially when the weather isn't favorable for outdoor activities.
Phainon of course also contributes to this by helping in certain ways. By that I mean he makes sure to reserve seats at the restaurant, scour for monsters at the outskirts of Okhema when you go stargazing, carrying all of your and Cyrene's bags if you want to go shopping and he pays, of course. You may be wondering where the hell does this penniless lad even get all the money for this?? Honestly, he doesn't tell you, he just insists you two to let him pay lol. Also a very flexible boyfriend, if you want the more fun, barn-storming dates like a spar (yes that's his idea of a date) or a spar but at the bath house or maybe a spar at communicating with Dromases— He's up for it! And he's not against letting you and Cyrene put face masks and makeup on him or messing with his hair.
Phainon and Cyrene are both very big on physical touch so you can always expect both of your hands to be held tight and warm. Cuddling is also a favorite activity too (not so much for you during the hotter seasons of Amphoreus). Envision being sandwiched between these two, Cyrene likes to place her arm across your chest, letting her breaths fan near your cheeks while Phainon typically puts his arm across your stomach, chin over your head. The heat radiating off them makes the cold air of the night less icy and lonely but also makes your life pretty miserable when summer comes.
If you insist on not cuddling during hot days, they'll pout and try to change your mind. Cyrene often just tell you straight up that "I can't find any joy in a night without your warmth!" or "How can this lonely maiden find any comfort in her slumber if not by your side?"
Phainon would take another route by telling you "My insomnia turns restless without you by my side.". Yes go we love our emotionally manipulative king (only for small trivial things)
They will quit right away if you threaten to sleep on the couch though ( they know well there's no way to squeeze all three on it) In the end, you choose to still sleep together with them on the bed, but each of them has to stay at least 20 cm from you to ensure sufficient breathing ground.
But you still wake up with their limbs tangled in yours and sweat dripping down your entire body. So it's basically like sleeping with an overly clingy Samoyed and an affectionate gorgeous pink ragdoll.
Being in a polyamory with Cyrene and Phainon also means receiving a lot of love, in many different ways. Phainon is always willing to help you with whatever you need, acts of service is just his middle name, his love makes your life a lot easier in ways that seem mundane and domestic.
You never have to worry about losing things, he always remembers where you last put it! And he puts a lot of effort into remembering things you say fleetingly. You like this specific dish? Now he's got a bachelor degree in it and is ready to make you an infinite amount of serving. You find the plot of this game fascinating? Okay, he's also disgustingly educated about the topic, so let's chat for hours! The button of your favorite pajamas fall off? No worries, Phainon has it covered!
Phainon's love is one that manifests in his intensity to protect you but also in the normalcy of life. The want and need to build a home together and to be there for you, with you not just as the Deliverer but also Phainon of Aedes Elysiae.
Cyrene, on the other hand, is one that never spares a word when it comes to complimenting you. Doesn't even have to be about appearance, it can be just about anything! That's precisely the person she is, one to find beauty in every corner of the world and every glimpse at you—her lover.
You just learn a new recipe? "My love, this is amazing! Ahhh, I can't believe I get to enjoy your cooking almost every day♡", you draw a Chimera doodle "Ahh! ꨄ ︎So adorable! Should we make our Chimerasonas together?", you have a new pajama "This color looks so pretty on you❤︎ ! Should we get matching ones? A pink for me and a blue for Phainon!"(The heart emojis automatically appear, she just does it).
Her love for you manifests itself in her words, thought, spoken and written. She finds you in every beauties of the world, every words she writes, every song she hears and every poem she makes— the true "to be loved by a writer" experience. Cyrene strives to make a lot of unforgettable memories with you, enjoy every second with you by her side— her love is both passionate and deep, loud and silent, beautiful and tragic.
Both Phainon and Cyrene rarely ever have any qualms about your relationship. Due to their duties as the Chrysos Heirs, they learn to cherish every moment with you for they know well what will become of themselves once it's their turn to fulfill the prophecies. Before that day comes, they try to make the best out of time, they leave you with memories and love in the forms of gifts, letters, poems, memorabilia,… anything that will make their existence last as long as possible so after the Era Nova, all of you can be reunited.
"Since we all have too much love in our hearts"
Loving the prophesied heroes of Amphoreus is no easy task. There's nothing that hurts more than watching the love of your life burning themselves away for this world.
As you can already guess, this romance is one that is as ephemeral as it is beautiful. During the first cycle of Amphoreus, both Phainon and Cyrene watch as the world crumbles and vanish. They have to watch as Okhema falls to pieces as flashes of black and red consumes everything, as well as their lover.
So they set out on a long, long quest to save Amphoreus and the universe. For they have too much love in their hearts, they love Aedes Elysiae, love Amphoreus, love the foreign universe they've never reacher and so too, they love you.
Eternal Recurrence #4,000,001
48 million Coreflames. They surged through his entire body like raging flames, consuming his mortal flesh until all that was left was no more than wreckage and ruins.
The constellations at the Vortex of Genesis shone down an empty vessel, its shell cracked and broken, revealing an abysmal void into the darkness. The flames of destruction demanded everything from him— and the derelict body of his was no longer tempting.
He turned to the one thing he could do, trying to find his wayback to you and Cyrene, somewhere within those 4,000,001 cycles back to the first one— No not the Eternal Recurrence #1, but the first, the beginning where it all started.
In the vastness of memories he had harbored across his quest, he tried to look for the nights you all spent stargazing in the outskirts of Okhema, the stolen late nights at the Hero's Bath, the warm meals by the candlelight you three used to share. The fragmented dreams of a distant past that was beginning to seem like a fever dream, a result of wishful thinking, a delusion of a lost man.
They were as beautiful as the flicker of flame in this dark, cruel world. The memories burn bright, passionate and fast, flickering wildly as if it had been a candle amidst a storm. Your form slowly came through from the tiny spark of the flame, fluttering erratically until the fire gave in to the winds and all that was to remember you by was no more than a handful of ashes. Because, between him and Cyrene, there lay a black blot.
The thing he feared most had finally happened.
Eternal Recurrence #801, he couldn't recall the color of your cheeks when you blush
Eternal Recurrence #2,234, he couldn't remember where your mole used to be.
Eternal Recurrence #4,024, he couldn't trace the bridge of your nose.
Eternal Recurrence #5, 930, he couldn't remember the shape of your lips.
Eternal Recurrence #7, 283, he couldn't remember the shade of your lips.
Eternal Recurrence #112,923, he couldn't measure the length of your hair.
Eternal Recurrence #824, 929, he couldn't remember the color of your hair.
Eternal Recurrence #1,023,943, he couldn't recognize your voice.
Eternal Recurrence #1,923,889, he couldn't recall how your skin felt.
Eternal Recurrence #2,023,657, he couldn't remember the shape of your brows.
Eternal Recurrence #3,234,928, he couldn't remember the shape of your eyes.
Eternal Recurrence #3,982,999, he couldn't remember the color of your eyes.
Eternal Recurrence #4,000,001, he couldn't remember your face.
As this vessel had entered its final stage of withering, there would be no use in keeping it anymore, especially when your face had completely vanished from its memories. Khaslana had thought this through carefully.
All the Phainons of the next cycle will make the same choice— he was sure of it. But he, might be the last to carry the burnt, torched picture of your smile. He wondered if Phainon would meet you again in the next cycle, would fate allow him to find his ways to you unknowingly? Or make him be just another passing face in your life?
Well that no longer mattered, this vessel was completely incapable of love…
So now, let wrath incinerate fate!
One will remain in the past,
One will walk toward the future.
The sounds of her heels clicking against space is both silent deafening. Even though she knows where this path would lead her, her pace and smile doesn't falter. She's aware of her choice, continuing on this path would mean she can no longer strive for the stars, can't witness the birth of Amphoreus and can't fulfill her promise of reunion with you and Phainon.
The vast space earlier has now vanished, no more distant stars nor galaxies, the beautiful painting of the cosmos has all but faded into a shade of white. She holds her conviction firm in her heart, for she knows Peach would make the same choice.
"Love? How should I explain it… It's something that can be amorphous or physical, it can be anyone and anything."
"Me? I love a lot of people and things. Let's see… I love Aedes Elysiae, the little fairies, the color pink, the Flame-Chase, my friends, the wheat field, Amphoreus, humanity and … I love—"
Undefined Record #XXX, Archived.
Her love is abundant, so much so that it exceeds the digital constrains of Amphoreus and out to the universe. Cyrene wishes she can too, love like that.
Even as of now, as she has taken the steps towards the empty pages of future, Cyrene still has troubles letting go of some things.
What is it like to love and to be loved?
Cyrene can still remember you clearly, Peach once told her you were a dear person to her. Your love makes the dark corners of the streets seem brighter than ever, your smile turns the lonely, far-away stars on the night sky closer and warmer, your touch soothes the coldness of morning away from her palms, your gaze fills this world with a pink tint that she so dearly adores.
Cyrene walks towards the void, the white page of her future will become the colorful future for the rest of the universe, as well as yours.
Your laughter reminds Peach of the lovely wind chimes in Aedes Elysiae, your voice bears the familiar lilt of her childhood folk lullabies, your gait carries the elegance of the soft, delicate silk in the weaving competition in her hometown.
Cyrene finds herself back at Aedes Elysiae, near the old tree that Peach used to love. Leaves scuffle along the gentle winds as she walks by. Under the same old spot Peach used to love, Cyrene sits down.
Peach said she wanted to show you around Aedes Elysiae with Phainon, tell you of the beautiful starry night that reigns across the sky, weave a flower crown for you as you three would run across the field with hearts full of adoration and not hatred nor destruction.
Under the crown of the trees, Cyrene's body shrinks. Her long, pink hair reduced to shoulder-length, rosy bright eyes turned into a clear shade of blues, her pristine white attire transformed back to that of an ordinary Aedes ELysiae's girl.
Peach would have loved to travel across Amphoreus with you, enjoy the long panoramic view while riding a Dromas together, traverse through the snow-capped hills of Aidonia, witness Phainon fights at the fiery festivals of the Kremnoans, show you around the ethereal Januspolosis where she would be studying as a Time Priestess.
An alluring sense of slumber slowly takes over Cyrene's mind. Perhaps it is as Peach has said, afternoons at Aedes Elysiae are bound to make one's eyes droop, the tranquility, the wind chimes, the distant sounds of the waves…
She closes her eyes and let the memories flood her mind one last time…
Irontomb… Amphoreus…. The Flame-Chase… The Chrysos Heirs… Trailblazer… Phainon
And you.
It is nice to finally get a glimpse of you, your smile is just as Peach has described…
I wonder what it feels like to be loved by you too?
You shall fade when the flowers bloom, for every ending begets a beginning.
I've been afflicted with a most abysmal momentum in my writing a career- that is being incapable of molding the creativity of the mind into the words for the eyes.
POV: You're a teacher holding a teacher-parents conference
There's this drop-dead gorgeous mother with long black hair and white ends walking into the classroom. She's like tall, really tall. She scans the room for a while, a bit lost and disoriented, fluttering her eyelashes like some sort of distress signal so you gracefully come to offer assistance. She then turns to you with the stiffest movement ever- oh that dress must be too tight for her or something, reluctantly opens then closes her mouth. Finally, with the fakest woman's voice ever asks: "Uh, sorry, Michael didn't tell me where he sits. Could you...?"
POV: You're a teacher holding a teacher-parents conference
There's this drop-dead gorgeous mother with long black hair and white ends walking into the classroom. She's like tall, really tall. She scans the room for a while, a bit lost and disoriented, fluttering her eyelashes like some sort of distress signal so you gracefully come to offer assistance. She then turns to you with the stiffest movement ever- oh that dress must be too tight for her or something, reluctantly opens then closes her mouth. Finally, with the fakest woman's voice ever asks: "Uh, sorry, Michael didn't tell me where he sits. Could you...?"
Q: If you meet your favs in real life in your country, where would you take them to?
Just a silly question I have while studying for my finals and I suddenly feel the need to share this with everyone! I would love to see how people answer the question too
I didn't notice but some parts slowly turns into an x reader thing lmao, old habits die hard. Anyways just imagine it as you and your favs going to Viet Nam, and if you're Vietnamese, I hope you have an immersive experience~
I would take Phainon to see the rice terraces in Mu Cang Chai- Yen Bai. Aedes Elysiae is home to the most beautiful, sun-blessed, golden wheat fields where Phainon has spent most of his childhood. The wheat probably nurtured his soul in a way that's almost loving and tender. Even after the most catastrophic moment of his life, it is the wheat that tended to him, the memory of it connects him to home and the warmth, the earthy, starchy smell of wheat leads his steps back to the beginning after each ending. I firmly believe Phainon to be the type of person who would show you around his hometown and would love to see the beauty of the land that has shaped you. Rice is as spiritually, physically and sentimentally important to Vietnamese people as much as wheat is to Phainon. Therefore I want him to take in the long-standing spirit, soul-shaping beauty of my homeland, one that is present in every aspect of my life and practically every day, every meal.
For Flins, I'm thinking Hue Citadel or Hoi ancient town but I settled for Hoi An in the end. Hoi An is a city with a long history that stretches across the passage of time for over a thousand years. Every corner is meticulously crafted by the dainty hands of the Time godness, a harmony of both the old and the new. Also, Hoi An reminds me of his eyes. Since the first rays of dawn bless the land and when they depart for the night, the town is draped in a thin, ambient yellow veil. It's not overly yellow that it would subdue your vision or blind your eyes, it silently lingers in the weather-beaten wall paints, the worn-out boats on the Hoai river, every ripple of the water bathed in dawn. And even when the shade of the sky fades into a solemn hue of black, a sea of golden lanterns drift along the river, putting up a magnificent trick of light. While everyone has their own lantern of yellow flame, you can have the most unique one of all, one that can never be mistaken for any others, one that is inexorably yours.
If I ever meet Cyrene in Viet Nam, I would take her to Đong Thap- The land of pink lotus. Lotus is the national flower of my country, commonly associated with a well-known poem, "Surrounded in mud yet never burdened with its foul smell". Lotus as a flower grows in mud water, yet never let their beauty be tainted by it. They paint the pond a soft, enchanting shade of pink, their leaves rise to the surface, breaking through with resilience and vigour- and so does Cyrene. She never lets her tragedy hold her back from nurturing her love, instead she tends to it, waiting for it to sprout into a beautiful lotus. Her love is one of immense purity and courage, through all hardships and tragedies it continues to grow and thrives- until it paints the world an adoring, heart-fluttering hue of pink. Sitting on a boat and rowing on the pond, you would find her to be the most beautiful lotus of all 🪷
He said he would love to retire in a tropical town, so I'm taking Ashveil somewhere by the sea but not Nha Trang, Vung Tau or Đa Nang. Maybe somewhere less touristy and more peaceful, a place where the waves are gentle and comforting, where humid winds soothe the soul with its natural symphony. A small secluded beach in Phu Yen perhaps? Him and Mr.N can wear whatever ridiculous tropical shorts and sandals they like and you would take his hand to roam the seaside at dusk, get cheeky and play catch with him, visit nearby night markets for midnight snacks and wake up next to each other when the first rays of sunlight hit the small cabin you stay in. Take the chance to try out Vietnamese cuisine too! I can see him being very into Southern or Central cuisine ( think of Hủ Tiếu, Sến rice, Chicken rice, bánh xèo,...) Ashveil is a literal walking food disposal, he eats practically anything he finds good and has no reservations when it comes to food, definitely enjoying his foodie paradise in Viet Nam lol
I was tempted to say Landmark 81 for Aventurine but after careful consideration I decided to go for the sand dunes of Ninh Thuan. When you wince and say that some sand got into your eyes, he would help you get it off and chuckle slightly, "This is nowhere near the harshness that perpetuated Sigonia." Of course it is not, where he's from- the sun burns fiercely onto the sands, etching its fury onto the inhabitants of the planet. Occasionally there would be celestial objects colliding with this unfortunate planet too. The sand dunes here can't compare, yet every step feels like a walk down the past to him, as if stuck in a state of nostalgia and longing. This is not Sigonia, but it carries the images of the place he has tried so hard to bury in his heart. From the sand dunes stretching infinitely towards the horizon, the traditional tapestry of colorful pattern fabric to the art of jewellery making, it rekindles a memory that he thinks has long been forgotten. Sigonia is no longer there anymore, yet his love for this harsh, uninhabitable home lives on in every way.
Playing genshin makes me appreciate the skip button that i barely use in hsr ( bcs the story is pretty good lately) and my Topaz&Numby. Also how the hell do i dodge again 💀💀 no yellow flash, no red flash (i miss zzz)
Also genshin feels so beginners and returners unfriendly. Just looking at the amount of quests that i have to catch up is already making me want to delete again 😔
