phainon swore, from the bottom of his heart and on mydeiโs mother, he turned on the right alarm. in a twisted turn of events, his phone had silently gone off in his sleep. without a second to waste, he jumps out of bed, throwing on the first thing he sees on his table: a bright orange hoodie and purple sweats. too busy rushing to his car, he leaves his hair uncombed. the glasses he threw on were just a few centimeters away from falling off his nose. in the heat of the moment, he completely forgot about mydei standing in the kitchen, holding up his share of pancakes. the promise of breakfast will have to wait next time.
phainon almost risks a speeding ticket before he finally makes it to his class. with an exhausted huff, he opens the door and is surprised to see only one person in the room: his seatmate, (name). sighing in a mixture of relief and frustration, he walks towards his seat. it was strange to have a seatmate in college, but his professor preferred assigned seating for attendance. scratching the back of his neck, phainon hurriedly runs his finger through his hair, brushing down as much fluff as he can before sitting down next to you.ย
even after placing his laptop down, you still hadnโt looked up from your phone. phainon could hear your earbuds emit a soft buzzing sound. trying not to disturb you, he opens his laptop, scrolling through some of the old assignments and readings.ย
now that he had time to think, he realized how horrid his luck was.
not only did his alarm not go off this morning, he rushed to class for no reason at all. in his panicked stupor, he thought he was already late to class. rubbing the side of his temple, he groans to himself, trying to ease the headache that was beginning to bloom. his eyes were still fighting away the drowsiness he felt earlier. turning his head to the side, he sees your eyes still glued to your phone.ย
laying his chin against the palm of his hand, he canโt help but stare. what kind of song were you listening to? he could barely make out anything from his side. phainon knows, deep down, he was a nosy person, however, itโs just instinct for him. he couldnโt stop himself from trying to know everything.
to distract himself from his impulsive thoughts, he opens up his phone, hoping to talk to one of his friends. at this hour, there were only two people who should be awake: mydei and cyrene. the former is usually awake for his early gym workout. the latter is busy writing her thesis.ย
after a while, his eyes flicker back to you.ย
although youโve never crossed paths with him outside of class, your presence is awfully familiar and comforting. the words, have we met before? lay right on the tip of his tongue. unknown to phainon, you have been fidgeting in your seat for a while now. you rub the side of your phone with the edge of your finger, hoping to steel your nerves against your painfully obvious seatmate whose staring problem has not gone away.
after a full minute of silence, you finally take out one earbud, looking up at him with a flustered look.
โsorry, is my music too loud?โ
the soft buzzing finally turns into audible music, and phainon hears a familiar soundโthe bassline that resonated in his nerves, the words of a woman he has been dreaming about every night, the feeling of homesickness that washes awayโฆ he thinks he found heaven itself. phainonโs eyes widen with every second he hears that melody.ย
he points to your earbud, โthat song, who made it?โ
โhuh?โ
โi heard that song before but i didnโt catch the name of the band!โ phainon explains, still trying to rope his thoughts into one cohesive sentence. โcan you please tell me their name?โ
he sees the corner of your lips lift into a careful smile. you found the moment out of place, but somewhat endearing. โthe bandโs name is called siraph. where have you heard them?โ
โi went to ghost town bar the other day! i was there for their performance, and i really liked the music they made. iโve been trying to find them onlineโฆโ he laughs, scratching the back of his neckโa nervous tick he developed as a young child, โby the way, where are you streaming this song?โ
โummโฆโ you awkwardly tilt your phone downwards, โmy friendโฆ is in that band. they send me their recorded songs sometimes. the band doesnโt upload to streaming platforms, so that might explain why you couldnโt find them.โย
โso, you have the only copy?โ
โi guess soโฆโ
phainon stares intensely in your direction. he isnโt saying anything directly yet you can see it in his eyes: the hunger that comes from a starved man, a plea that was reflecting off the tops of his iris, he desperately wanted a copy of that song. you do everything in your power not to sigh in front of him. if dan heng was here, he would have easily said no. luckily for phainon, you were not dan heng.
underneath the pressure, you start to cave in, โdo youโฆ want me to send it to you?โ
โyou would do that?โ his excitement was truly puppy-like. if he had a tail, it would be wagging by now, shaking against the cheap chairs that the classroom lined itself with.ย
โit looks like you wanted it really badlyโฆโย
phainon quickly pulls out his phone, gesturing for you to lift yours as well. with a gentle tap to each otherโs devices, your contact is quickly shared with the snowy-haired man. after a few seconds of typing, phainonโs phone buzzes and he sees a file message from you. after a quick โthank you,โ he doesnโt waste any time in taking out his airpods (there was still time before class started) and plays the recording.
he is happy to hear the same bass as before, the one that has been playing in the back of his head more often than not. maybe even to an embarrassing amount. though, what strikes him as odd was the womanโs voice today. perhaps it was just the recordingโthe way it was slightly grainy but clear enough to make out the enunciations. phainon turns his head to the side, seeing you fidget with your phone. from his angle, it was clear you were avoiding his gaze.ย
phainon could be dumb at times. like when he accidentally used protein powder in mydeiโs waffle maker, causing the machine to get clogged with goopy, half-stirred dust. however, if there was one thing he was good at recognizing: it was peopleโs behavior.ย
oh my god, he thought to himself, (name) is the vocalist to his new favorite band, siraph.
โหเท college au!phainon x vocalist!reader.
synopsis; on a dreary night, a nameless band and singer relieves phainon of his homesickness. determined to find her once more, their worlds collide when phainon realizes: his favorite vocalist is his classmate (name).
genres/warnings; smau, college au, classmates to lovers, profanity, timestamps donโt matter, photographs are non-representative of reader, fem!reader.
. ๊ค ๏ฝก หโ written for... #TEA99 !! โ featuring myu's blend! : a hibiscus flower tea with sugar cubes in a pink cup, and a side order of smoked salmon sandwich and cheesy vegetable garden tart (fluff + childhood friends to lovers + "can't you just stay here and kiss me forever?" + heart-to-heart conversation + alternate universe)
sypnosis. [ 1.6k words ] pilot!phainon x office-worker!reader. modern au. they're adults. living together. established relationship. they kiss a few times but its very cute and sfw so i dont think i have to warn you there.
usagi's note: it was in fact 3:41 AM as i started writing the fic. this isn't the fic i was cooking up for the phaichompers as i posted a few days ago, this was more of a spur of the moment idea i had and u know i get possessed (LOL). enjoy phainon lvrs!
3:41 AM.
The alarm tone began with a soft vibration against the nightstand.
You ignored it, snuggling into the warmth of your sheets, burying your face deeper into the pillow.
It buzzed again.
You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that maybe, if you tried hard enough, the alarm would shut itself up and you'd have a few more minutes to enjoy lounging in bedโand maybe even a few more minutes of sleepโฆ
Then a third time.
You sighed and reached out an arm to click a button, not even sure if it's been snoozed or dismissed.
"...It's still dark," you mumbled into the pillow, eyes refusing to open.
"It isn't."
A smile tugged at your lips before you even looked at him.
Phainon had already been awake.
Of course he had.
He always woke before you did, though he rarely moved. Instead, he simply laid there, watching the sleepy little expressions you made before consciousness finally caught up with you.
His arms remained wound snugly around your waist, his chest warm against your back. One of his hands rested lazily over yours, thumb tracing absent circles across your skin.
You yawned, "The sun isn't even up yet."
"It is."
"You're such a liar," you huff.
"I've seen it."
"You probably just dreamed the idea of it."
A quiet laugh rumbled through his chest, then after a while, "We both have work, sweetheart,โ he murmured.
And still, neither of you made the slightest effort to move.
Silence settled over the apartment again.
You sighed dramatically.
"If we just lay here all morning, maybe our bosses will think something bad happened."
"They'll probably just call us."
"Then we'll pretend we're not home."
"How will we pay rent then?"
"...You're ruining my fantasy,โ you huffed.
He chuckled again, lowering his forehead between your shoulder blades.
His embrace somehow tightened without becoming restrictive, arms snaking higher on your body.
Just a few more minutes, he seemed to say.
You didn't mind.
You never did.
The years had changed almost everything about the two of you.
You'd grown taller, he'd become broader.
Your schedules had become cluttered with meetings, his with flight details.
Your calendars marked with deadlines, bills, grocery lists, chores, and laundry waiting to be folded.
The simplicity of childhood had disappeared somewhere between graduation and your first apartment together.
Yet somehow, this remained.
His warmth.
His heartbeat.
The familiar comfort of someone who had always been home.
"You know," you murmured, "when we were kids, I thought adults had everything figured out."
His breath seeped through your shirt, humming as he agreed sleepily.
"I thought they'd wake up excited every morning, like, hey, I'm going to work and make money, yaaaaay," you rasped.
"They lied to us."
A sigh, "They really did."
"All these big thoughts so early and yet you still have bedhead."
"...That wasn't very boyfriend of you."
"I think it's very boyfriend of me, actually."
You laughed quietly as you fully turned to face him, hands coming up to cradle his face and squish his cheeks for the teasing.
"So rude, and this early in the morning."
He huffed out a laugh as his face was being stretched out, "I like it."
Your eyebrows knitted, "My bedhead?"
"You,โ he admitted without a beat.
Heat rose to your cheeks.
It still happened.
After all these years, Phainon still had that effect on you.
You leaned your head back a little to get a better view of him.
He looked unfairly beautiful while being half-awake.
Soft hair tousled from sleep, eyes softer than the dim light filtering through the curtains.
He smiled.
Not the dazzling smile everyone else knew.
Just the small one reserved for you.
"Here's a big thought for you. I used to wonder if we'd always stay friends," he admitted.
The confession surprised you.
"You did?โ
"I did."
He looked thoughtful as his next words spilled out.
"We spent every day together. Walking to school, sharing lunches, studying, sleepovers, watching terrible movies."
A smile grew on your face, "And you stealing my fries even though you said you wouldn't eat any,โ you quipped.
"I was trying to prevent food waste, you don't even finish your food all the time."
"You were committing theft!"
"It was for my poor, hungry stomach. A noble cause, don't you think so?"
You rolled your eyes.
He continued anyway, "There were times I almost told you how I really felt."
Your heart skipped.
"...Back then?"
"I think the first time was when we were sixteen."
You blinked.
"Sixteen?"
"You fell asleep during the movie."
"...Which one?โ
"The one where you woke up and you apologized for drooling on my shoulder."
Your eyes shut in embarrassment, "Oh my god, why would you remember that of all things."
"I remember thinking that..."
He paused, his voice straying lower, as if he were afraid to even consider the possibility, "...if I said something and ruined this..."
His fingers intertwined with yours, fingers tightening.
"...I'd lose my favorite person."
The room fell quiet, the hum of the air conditioning filling the silence.
You stared at your joined hands in the dim lighting.
"I almost confessed too."
His eyebrows lifted.
"When?"
"The festival."
"The summer one?"
You nod, "You won me that giant samoyed stuff toy."
"You practically begged me for it,โ his chest rumbled as he laughed softly at the memory.
"You're lying again! I was just admiring it."
"You threatened to cry."
A shrug, "You told me I was persuasive."
"You weaponized your puppy eyes."
Your eyes flitted back to his, "What can I say? I learned from the best."
You laughed again before your voice softened.
"I remember thinking..." you looked down, "... that if you didn't like me back..."
A breath.
"I'd be content to just be your friend for as long as you'd have me."
Neither of you spoke.
Years of almosts.
Almost saying something.
Almost reaching across that invisible line.
Almost changing everything.
Until one ordinary day, he decided to take matters into his own hands and tell you the words you've both been pining to hear and say to one another.
And suddenly every almost became finally.
Phainon's thumb brushed over your knuckles.
"We wasted a lot of time."
"We were just scared."
"Were you?"
"I was terrified."
"Really? I couldn't tell."
You looked to the side in embarrassment, p"I practiced confessing to my mirror."
His eyes widened.
"No way."
You nodded lazily, "For two weeks."
"You rehearsed?"
"I had cue cards and everything."
He laughed so hard the bed shook beneath both of you, "You had cue cards?"
"They were color-coded, too."
"I wish I'd seen them."
"Dream on, then. I burned them.โ
"You burned the evidence?โ his voice cracked slightly from giggling.
"I panicked, okay?"
"You panicked."
You sigh and close your eyes, resigning to defeat, "I absolutely panicked."
His laughter slowly faded into another smile.
A quieter one.
"I'm glad."
Your head tilted, "About...?"
"That we were idiots."
You frowned, "That's such a strange thing to be glad about, Phai."
"If we'd confessed sooner..."
He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, "...maybe we'd have been different people."
You thought about it.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
The teenagers who'd been afraid of losing each other couldn't have imagined this.
Sharing rent and decorating the apartment.
Fighting over blankets and ending up on the floor laughing because it had turned into a tickle fight.
Arguing over whose turn it was to pay for groceries because Phainon wouldn't let you pay for anything.
Making coffee together every morning just the way he likes it because no other coffee shop gets it quite as good as you do.
Knowing every scar.
Every bad habit.
Every sleepy mumble.
Loving each other wasn't fireworks anymore.
It was thisโฆ soft, steady, and certain thing you've come to know.
This familiarityโthis always, you come home to.
Your alarm buzzed again.
You groaned dramatically.
"No."
"You should just turn it off."
"No."
"You'll be late, then."
"I've decided employment isn't for me."
"Oh?"
"I'll become a house cat instead."
He smiled, "Mmm, I think you'd be very good at it."
"I already nap as much as I can throughout the day."
"Closer to ten hours, sweetheart."
You squinted at him, "Why are you already sabotaging my newfound career."
He laughed quietly, โWhat about my flights today, then, hm?
You snuck closer, fully in his arms this time, wrapping your own around his neck.
He instinctively pulled you closer until there wasn't even a breath of space between you.
You rested your forehead against his.
"...Can't you just stay here and kiss me forever?"
He didn't answer immediately.
He kissed you, instead.
Slowly and reverently.
The kind of kiss that still felt new despite all the mornings you'd shared.
When he finally pulled away, your noses were still touching.
"I can."
The corner of your eyes crinkled, amused.
"Really?"
"Mhm."
He kissed the corner of your mouth.
Then the other.
And finally a kiss on the tip of your nose.
"Until we're both fired."
You gasped.
"I knew you were secretly irresponsible."
"No, I'm not."
"No?"
A kiss.
"I'm choosing you before my plane, priorities, you understand, right?"
You gasp and roll your eyes playfully, "You're such a flirt."
"So I've been told."
"You've gotten better."
"I've had years of practice."
Then another.
This one made you smile against his lips.
And another.
And again.
Until, eventually, you sighed.
"...We really do have to go get ready."
"We do."
And still, neither of you moved.
Not for another minute.
Not even for ten.
After all, it was barely five and the world would still be waiting outside your apartment.
But mornings like theseโthe ones filled with sleepy laughter, old memories, and kisses stolen from the clockโwere the kind of ordinary moments you'd once been too afraid to dream about.
You press your face into Phainon's neck and breathe him in.
You live them now.
usagi's note: now i have to go get a batch of cookies ready lol, this took 1 hour and 10 mins i guess omg, hope you enjoyed!
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โต Notes; This is set in the modern AU! โ did y'all know that yearning is Phainon's middle name?
โต 1.9k Words.
โต Warnings; possible OOC!
You are the companion to Phainon's bright sun. The moon in an endless sky.ย
You're the one to ground Phainon in moments of chaos, he is the one to lift you up in moments of sabotage, and both of you carry a light with drastically different intensity, yet actively aid one another to shine the path ahead.ย
But before you know it, the once warm hand begins to burn.ย
Phainon's hands are gentle. They always swallow yours in their embrace, even back when the two of you lack the height to reach the kitchen sink. Until now, when the two of you reached beyond your parents shoulders, he still drowns you in his warmth.ย
It started slowly, but consistent; your heart races every time he's within your proximity, the smiles you share with him has your cheeks heated for hours even long after the two of you went your separate ways, and a brush of skin with himโno matter how subtleโleaves you stiff.ย
For years, you survived endless teasing from family members and friends regarding your relationship with Phainon. Sometimes their words brushed you the wrong way, even when you knew they never did it out of malice.ย
Perhaps the words weren't the cause of your stillness, but the weight they carry. The impending realization that you've caught something you cannot avoid nor bury.ย
You hated it.ย
But how can you possibly ignore a light within this endless void?ย
You refrain from naming this feeling you have for him, because โin love' sounded shallow. Years spent with him, listening to each other's fears and wishes, and having it be defined in two words seemedโฆ wrong.ย
But you do love him. That's a certainty that you have not even a speck of doubt in.ย
You loved how he lights up the moment he spots you, you loved how loudly he laughs at your jokesโeven if they were painfully unfunnyโand you loved how his eyes seem to fixate, as if the surroundings have disappeared from his view and only you remain.ย
He is the sun that greets you at the beginning of every day, while you're the moon that accompanies him in dark nights.ย
But thisโฆ feeling has its grasp over your heart, squeezing every moment you spend by Phainon's side. It didn't sadden you as much as it annoyed you deeply.ย
You want to stop it. Crush it. Make it disappear.ย
It ruins your view of the relationship you've had with Phainon. It blurs the lines of platonic affection and more. It makes you stop in your tracks and take a step back.ย
It doesn't take long for you to deduce that the only cure to all of this is Phainon.ย
That thought alone has you groaning in frustration.ย
What is it with humans and their hearts creating problems for themselves?ย
You're completely satisfied with simply being one of Phainon's closest friends. So why does your heart urge for more?ย
Why does it place you on a tightrope, expecting you to reach the other side and claim a price when you don't even know if you want it?ย
Understanding the symptoms all connect to him, you create your own temporary (which hopefully turns permanent) cure; limit your interactions with Phainon. But make sure he doesn't notice.ย
This medication of yours will be a lifelong one, and to begin this journey of recoveryโyou stop your usually fast response to Phainon's messages.ย
First week, you'll let the chat marinate for two hours. Next week, you'll double it to four. The pattern repeats for the upcoming weeks.ย
Of course, it doesn't take long for Phainon to notice, but this is where being in different schools comes in handy. When he questions, you deny (after letting the message dry for two hours) and reason that school activities have gotten hecticโnot a total lie. Phainon seems to understand, but urges you to inform him if anything happens. He's always up to help.ย
You didn't respond. Leaving him on read. No doubt causing a small crack between the two of you.ย
It pained you, it really did. But drowning in self-pity will not help the situation, you're committed nowโif anything, you don't blame him for leaving after this. It's probably for the best anyway.ย
After a few weeks of slow responses, each one getting drier.
You take the next step, intensifying this treatment, by avoiding him. Not flatly, but just enough to make it clear that youโre occupied throughout a gathering by hanging around new friend groups, sitting beside another friend, or never letting your side be vacant.ย
This seemed to deepen the crack, and for the first time you see Phainon's glare be directed towards you. Not with anger, but.. With helpless hope that you'd come up to him, even if just to greet with a smile. His eyes are unable to tear themselves away from your figure, even when it pained him. His hands, tucked by his sides, tremble ever so slightly. Just on the tether of launching forward and justโฆ returning you to his side.
And you waited, curious on what he'd do once he reached his breaking point. Whether he'd march forward or cry on the spot.ย
Yet, he did neither.ย
He reciprocated your action, not making an effort to approach you and busied himself, whether by chatting with the old men gathered at a table or listening to gossiping aunties. Anything to keep his gaze away from your figure.ย
But have you forgotten? Phainon is relentless. And for you? You'll have a bigger chance of escaping a hungry predator than Phainon. But with the way he's walking towards you, he might as well be one.ย
Once the gathering ends and people are returning to their homes, Phainon manages to catch you by the wrist in a firm grip and kindly asks permission to borrow you from your parents (who are unaware of the turmoil and hands you over with a chuckle).ย
He takes you to the spot you've spent the majority of your childhood, the big old willow tree. With the same tire swing still hanging off of its branch. Even the wood bark has your initials marked into it by Phainon, a day after the two of you graduated middle school.ย
โWhat did I do?โ He released his grip on your wrist.ย
You're quick to answer, โNothing.โ
โYes, I'm well aware of that. So what is it, [First]?โ he's kind enough to not appear as angry as his tone might suggest, especially the way he delivers his questions.ย
The words fail to reach your tongue and the two of you stand there in silence.ย
He lets out a heavy breath, โ.. Just, please tell me what I did wrong.. I'll apologize for it..โ appearing a lot more exhausted yet unwilling to stop his pursuit. โ.. I'll fix it.โ
The last thing you want is to make a spontaneous confession. โIt's really nothing, Phainon.โ You look over his shoulder, trying to plan how exactly you'll escape this situation. โI've just been busy with school work.. And there's nothing wrong hanging around new people.โ
โI never said anything was wrong with that, what I want to know is what I did.โ He takes a step forward, and you can hear the drumming of your heart. Deafening any sound in your vicinity.ย
โ.. [First],โ you hate the way his voice softens, carrying your name with this sense of longing. โI donโtโI really don't know what I did this time.. I won't get upset with your answer, whatever it is, just.. Don't leave me in the dark, please.โ
Slowly, and hesitantly, his hand grasps the end of your sleeve. His knuckles turn pale from how tightly he's gripping. โ.. Talk to me. Let me hear your voice.โ
Your medication is proving to be difficult to maintain, and the cure is being dangled right in front of you. โ.. I already told youโit's nothing.โ
He frowns, but appears more desperate than upset at your repeated answer. โDid something happen? Did someone bother you at school?โ his eyes seem to turn sharper at the thought. โ[First].. I'm your closest friend. I'm here for you, remember? I'll listen to your every word.โ
โI know you willโit's just..โ How are you supposed to explain the on-going battle between you and your own heart?!ย
His hand drifts down to hold yours, his grip unbearably gentle. โTake your time.โ He urges you with a nod.ย
Does he know how weak you are to his eyes? Those blue orbs seem to put a spell on you, one that weakens your resolve which usually ends with him receiving exactly what he wants.ย
And this is no different.ย
โ.. Iโโ you stagger back as your head spins with realization of what's about to happen. Phainonโs grip prevents you from losing your balance any further.ย
โCarefulโ!โ
โI fell for you!โ the words spilling out of your mouth in one sharp breath.ย
The quiet that follows is unbearable. Wind passes by your frozen figures, in hopes of melting away the tension. It was the best sentence you could come up with at the momentโbecause everything else seems to fall apart the moment they reach your tongue.ย
Your eyes are unable to stray from the grass standing between your feet.ย
But a sudden fall snaps your gaze towards himโ
Phainon's legs lost their strength, and he dropped down to his knees right before you. His grip remains on your wrist, noticeably shaky and you can feel sweat forming over the surface. His hair hangs over his face as he stares down. Refusing to meet your gaze.ย
โ.. Phainon..?โ You call out to him, nervous on what expression his face may hold.ย
A beat passed before he gradually lifted his head. You're greeted by the sight of his fully red face, the color traveling all the way to the tips of his ears. โ.. YouโYou took me off guard..โ He whispers out, forcing out a laugh from his throat.ย
Heat begins to form over your cheeks. โCan you get up..?โ
He pauses for a moment, his gaze falls down before returning to you. โ.. I'm afraid not.โ Which only deepens the color over his face. Despite that, he tries using his free hand to push himself up but ends up back in his spot when his legs begin to shake. โ.. IโI really can't get up..โ
โIt'sโIt's fine..โ You lower yourself to his level, settling on the grass. Uncaring of the stain it might leave on your clothes. โ.. I should probably apologize for the way I've been.. Treating you. And I'll understand if you don't accept my confession. I mean, I wouldn't either cause of how I've been acting these past few weeksโโ
Phainon launches himself forward, and successfully causes the words to freeze in your throat as he buries his head in the crook of your neck.ย
Your body visibly shakes at the closeness, even after years of shared affectionโall being platonicโthis is the only one to make your heart lurch in its place.ย
He takes a breath, inhaling your scent as he pulls away but not far. Just enough to stare into your wide eyes. โ.. I was supposed to confess first, you know. I've been planning it in my journal since elementary..โ He huffs, and you swear a pout is forming over his cheeks. โ.. And in order to be forgiven, I have a request..โ
Your breath hitch, โ.. And that is?โ
His eyes narrow as a grin creeps its way to his face. โA kiss would be nice.โ
Fanfic writing comes in handy once you realize that torturing your favorite character with the yearning you've suffered from because of them and lowkey self-projecting is really fun. And wow, I enjoyed it a lot more than I realized. (*หแห*)
part of my 10 week celebration party for reaching 100 followers!*
just reader being completely oblivious to phainonโs raging crush on them and dismissing his personal feelings, unaware to what it all means truly.
everyone in okhema wholeheartedly believed that phainon was the oh so great and large deliverer, there was no doubt about it. but they also believed that as the great deliverer he greatly loved and acted with his whole soul, mind and body.
so why is it that such a fact, a belief - easily and significantly flew over your head, especially when you seemed to be the root cause of evidence that โscientificallyโ supported the said belief.
multiple instances have demonstrated to the people of okhema and the chrysos heirs that phainon was utterly down bad for you, it was fully justified when you would hesitantly call for him, or request him of something.
the great deliverer would drop everything in order to be the first and only (as if someone else dared) person who was able to respond to you.
yet, through it all it seemed that you had decided that for all he does for you, it was purely a โfriendlyโ gesture and not at all an advance towards a more intimate relationship status with you.
โthese are for you!โ
turning around from the fruit stall, you were met face to face with a massive bouquet of your favourite flowers with phainon hiding behind them.
shyly trying to hope that you wouldnโt register the massive blush he had coating his features, but of course you wouldnโt. you were too busy distracted by how large and beautiful the flowers were.
โaww, phainon! you shouldnโt have-โ feeling yourself get cut off by how he pushed the bouquet into your open arms. all while the large framed man was deduced to utter putty under your gaze.
scratching the back of his neck as he looked everywhere but at you and to ease his nerves. โitโs really nothing, donโt even worry about-โ
only for you to cut him off in the same manner, playing with a few petals as you thought about where youโd place the bouquet into your house.
โi canโt belive you remembered it was best friends day!โ
and as cringey as that sounded, nothing could have made phainon anticipate the way his face fell at the state of your smiling face and the words you just spoke.
you werenโt even looking at him when you said that!
and well okay, i guess sure, why not stare at the massive bouquet that your โbest friendโ bright you to celebrate the forsaken โbest friends dayโ?
of all the ways phainon thought this would have played out this was not one of them, like did you really blame him if he thought this was going to get him atleast a kiss on the cheek like the ones he had seen you giving a few kids yesterday when they brought you a stray flower.
a small peck if you were feeling squeamish at the thought of pda infront of everyone, but thisโฆ
clearing his throat with a cough to clear his head of the thought of just grabbing you and kissing you, the act was able to also capture your attention as you to turned to look at him.
he sighed apprehensively at the situation he had put himself into and had to accept with the way your innocent eyes stared into his.
โyeaโฆ their for best friends day!โ gritting his teeth with the mention of the last phrase.
โthank you phainon.โ saying it with a sing-song lilt to your voice, thinking that the conversation was over and with sending him a beaming smile, turning to continue with your errands with a massive bouquet on your shoulders.
unbeknownst to the general publicโs feelings and phainonโs. with you out of sight from his vision and further from the dream he wishes he could turn into reality, phainon felt a heavy arm sling itself across the expanses of his large shoulders.
one that could only go par to par with him, turning to the side to see mydeiโs all knowing face holding onto an indifferent expression as he stared at the sight of you several meters away from them, enjoying your day as usual and conversing with onlookers. calmly stating to him.
โseems like your gesture was accepted on the wrong foot.โ calmly stating as if this was something he had expected and foreseen โcyclesโ earlier.
which in turn only forced phainon to let out a defeated grunt and have him try to pry off mydeiโs unsupportive arm away from where it rested in his shoulders.
this surprised the latter. mydei was familiar to phainonโs distinctive appearance and emotional reactions when it came to youโฆ but this, this was different.
he rarely ever looked so - defeated. if that was the right term to place the way he saw him when he narrowed his eyes at how you seemed to walk in a different direction and where phainon had turned his back from you, he realised that this time it was more than fleeting disappointment phainon was feeling.
this must have felt like an utterly cruel rejection to end his advances, and mydei was none the wiser to try and get him to think that was the truth.
following suit behind him, he mirrored his earlier actions and wrapped his arm around his shoulders.
โoh great deliver, what about a spar to ease your mind.โ
and mydei knew him better than anyone else, for phainonโs melancholic expression had seemed to slightly shift towards pleasant surprise at the request of the prince of castrum kremnos.
โi mean is it crazy to say that i thought she liked me back?โ staggering in his movements as he put more room into concentration over you, rather than the brooding man infront of him who kept on attacking at his weak defenses.
he wasnโt even trying and to mydei the spar that he had thought was meant to clear phainon of his thoughts of you, only left him at a capacity where he thought this was a letโs discuss name therapy session.
at some point, phainon deliberately plunged his great sword into the training grounds and leaned over it to continue his one sided conversation about the lack of progress he had when courting you.
โlike did you even know it was best friends day today?โ scoffing to himself as he looked at the bright sun. at this point more so speaking to the sky than mydei himself, leaving the rhetorical question up in the air.
which in turn got mydei to roll his eyes with a heavy sigh at his friendโs ministrations and walk out of the training grounds to leave phainon to his own thoughts.
itโs not like this was his area of expertise and he was sure that any point in time where he tried to interject and provide his opinions - phainon would only cut him off to provide his own perspectives towards his doubts and questions.
passing through the gates of the training grounds, he made swift notice of aglaeaโs form entering into the vicinity of the training grounds.
sure that if there was one person who could help phainon wake up from this stupid unrequited love spell, it must have been her. unaware to the presence following behind aglaea as he thought about his own priorities and duties.
and to aglaea, from what she could โseeโ under her thingy veiled gold threads, phainon was purely and utterly disheartened as he leaned his frame and sat on the ground using his sword as a support for his back.
quietly ruminating over the newest and profound rejection from you, so deep in thought that the great deliverer who was more aware of his surroundings on other days had yet to notice the romantic figure of aglaea moving towards him and a certain other party that was the reason for his heartache.
i mean can you really blame him if he thought that youโd get the hint by now?
first it was during one of the festivals in okhema that was meant to celebrate love and romance with aglaea at the forefront. he thought that him inviting you as his plus one was already a sure bet that he was professing his feelings in some way.
only for you to end up celebrating it with him and dismissing his feelings and your own as feelings of mutual respect and โfriendshipโ.
and now that he remembers the whole friendship ideology between you two, he thinks the whole thing is just a social construct that makes it more difficult for you two to be together.
itโs not like he doesnโt value your โfriendshipโ with him, he just wishes that sometimes it wasnโt the root excuse that creates all of his rejections and becomes an obstacle to what could have been.
but thenโฆ maybe it wasnโt merely โfriendshipโ that stopped him from being with you.
maybe it was you.
you who probably saw all the signs but decided to ignore them and lay him down gently all these times under the guise of โfriendshipโ.
you who probably didnโt reciprocate his feelings and felt like you couldnโt tell him.
you who probably mustโve have felt uncomfortable with each time he had the courage to speak up to you and channel his feelings of intimacy and love to you.
but what phainon couldnโt fathom at this point, even when you were simply right there behind him, wanting to act as a better support to his troubles than the great sword he was was leaning on could hardly do.
was that you were hopelessly and completely lovestruck to him, just as he was to you. you just assumed that his endless implicit confessions were plainly put - โfriendly gesturesโ.
so slowly as he talked to himself and later noticed aglaea behind him, using her as his new ear to hear all the ridiculous things you had put him through.
as they conversed with infront of you, with his back facing the both of you and his mind unable to capture the sight of you. he went down the road of saying everything and all of it at once, thinking that you were probably never going to hear from him again after what had happened today.
โaglaea, iโm no expert romancer but hardly anyone could have guessed that iโm in love with name.โ
and with the latest confession it seemed that somewhere between the cycles, it seemed that fate was on phainonโs side for once. looking between the two chrysos heirs with aglaea being the one you looked at for actual confirmation to what you had just heard.
with her nodding to give you the go ahead that what you heard was in fact true. you were completely shocked at, but even more so to the fact that all the times you kept on acting oblivious to your own feelings, you had also been oblivious to his.
sighing to yourself at the whole ordeal with a faint smile, you looked over to aglaea who retracted her form to give the both of you some space at the new revelation.
phainon had quieted down now after his recent proclamation, and was lost in thought about how he was to try and get himself to forget about you and give up on this endless war of love.
albeit some part of his golden heart told him that he was to still cling onto the thing threads of fate.
crouching down to sit side by side to phainon who was still unaware to your presence, you sat on the same ground that he had been using as a companion for his mid-day admissions about you.
โwell maybe if you had said that from the first place i wouldnโt have looked so stupid.โ
you finally quirked up with a bright smile gracing your features, as phainon was left speechless, turning to his side to see you sitting next to him.
embarrassed yet cautious to how you were reacting right now, he felt himself feeling a bit hot and bothered at how long you could have been here the whole time he was complaining about you.
either way though, as he assessed his surroundings and how you hadnโt yet fled for the gates of okhema after everything he said and instead were sitting next to him. then maybe, just maybe you also liked him back.
and it wasnโt until you decided to be bolder did he actually come to terms with the fact that he wasnโt just hallucinating or dreaming about you.
โsooo, are you just going to stare at me the whole time?โ you mentioned, making him look towards you again with a confused expression.
โโฆor finish your earlier conversation about wanting to kiss me?โ
feeling yourself giggle at how he had quickly switched and captured the gravity of the situation, turning to grab your face and do just as what he had said before.
because as the great deliverer, isnโt it his role to deliver.
authors note:
nothing too angsty or emotionally heavy, also first fic of the celebration party!
- and i couldnโt be happier with what were celebrating as well like omfg 100 followers?! itโs unbelievable to me that iโve hit triple digits when going into this i expected to writer just for me, myself and i๐ญ
but itโs really beautiful and i love the tight knit โcommunityโ that has come about from people interacting and supporting my works! it really does mean a lot and i canโt thank you enough.
polka dot divider is by @candvcane
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Your words ring in his ears as he looks at you, torn between flattery and confusion. Bizarrely, the vessel of destruction suddenly feels self conscious, raising a handโunoccupied by the swordโand pressing his fingers against the surface of his chest. Brushing over the noticeable golden gashes etched into this broken body. Khaslana can only see a vessel with limited time, destined to burn into dust. Into nothing.
Yet, here you are.. Looking up at him withโwonder? Admiration? He can't decipher. Knowing you see him as anything but a broken shell has him feeling the need to squeeze you.
Without a wordโhe quickly gathers you in his arms, ignoring the instinctive loud yelp leaving your lips. Your arms wrap themselves around his shoulders, needing stability, while avoiding touching the jagged armory that tore through his skin.
Your breathing turned shaky, your gaze develops an aversion in meeting his own. Despite his insistence in pressing his face to the side of yours, nose brushing against your jawline, tracing over your skin. So terribly soft.
You ought to stop being soโฆ charming. Khaslanaโs love for you threatens to fully drown him; heโll lose all sanity, and only you will remain to hold him upโThough if it means never being separated from you, he will drag you under the waves with him.
part of my 10 week celebration party for reaching 100 followers!*
just reader being completely oblivious to phainonโs raging crush on them and dismissing his personal feelings, unaware to what it all means truly.
everyone in okhema wholeheartedly believed that phainon was the oh so great and large deliverer, there was no doubt about it. but they also believed that as the great deliverer he greatly loved and acted with his whole soul, mind and body.
so why is it that such a fact, a belief - easily and significantly flew over your head, especially when you seemed to be the root cause of evidence that โscientificallyโ supported the said belief.
multiple instances have demonstrated to the people of okhema and the chrysos heirs that phainon was utterly down bad for you, it was fully justified when you would hesitantly call for him, or request him of something.
the great deliverer would drop everything in order to be the first and only (as if someone else dared) person who was able to respond to you.
yet, through it all it seemed that you had decided that for all he does for you, it was purely a โfriendlyโ gesture and not at all an advance towards a more intimate relationship status with you.
โthese are for you!โ
turning around from the fruit stall, you were met face to face with a massive bouquet of your favourite flowers with phainon hiding behind them.
shyly trying to hope that you wouldnโt register the massive blush he had coating his features, but of course you wouldnโt. you were too busy distracted by how large and beautiful the flowers were.
โaww, phainon! you shouldnโt have-โ feeling yourself get cut off by how he pushed the bouquet into your open arms. all while the large framed man was deduced to utter putty under your gaze.
scratching the back of his neck as he looked everywhere but at you and to ease his nerves. โitโs really nothing, donโt even worry about-โ
only for you to cut him off in the same manner, playing with a few petals as you thought about where youโd place the bouquet into your house.
โi canโt belive you remembered it was best friends day!โ
and as cringey as that sounded, nothing could have made phainon anticipate the way his face fell at the state of your smiling face and the words you just spoke.
you werenโt even looking at him when you said that!
and well okay, i guess sure, why not stare at the massive bouquet that your โbest friendโ bright you to celebrate the forsaken โbest friends dayโ?
of all the ways phainon thought this would have played out this was not one of them, like did you really blame him if he thought this was going to get him atleast a kiss on the cheek like the ones he had seen you giving a few kids yesterday when they brought you a stray flower.
a small peck if you were feeling squeamish at the thought of pda infront of everyone, but thisโฆ
clearing his throat with a cough to clear his head of the thought of just grabbing you and kissing you, the act was able to also capture your attention as you to turned to look at him.
he sighed apprehensively at the situation he had put himself into and had to accept with the way your innocent eyes stared into his.
โyeaโฆ their for best friends day!โ gritting his teeth with the mention of the last phrase.
โthank you phainon.โ saying it with a sing-song lilt to your voice, thinking that the conversation was over and with sending him a beaming smile, turning to continue with your errands with a massive bouquet on your shoulders.
unbeknownst to the general publicโs feelings and phainonโs. with you out of sight from his vision and further from the dream he wishes he could turn into reality, phainon felt a heavy arm sling itself across the expanses of his large shoulders.
one that could only go par to par with him, turning to the side to see mydeiโs all knowing face holding onto an indifferent expression as he stared at the sight of you several meters away from them, enjoying your day as usual and conversing with onlookers. calmly stating to him.
โseems like your gesture was accepted on the wrong foot.โ calmly stating as if this was something he had expected and foreseen โcyclesโ earlier.
which in turn only forced phainon to let out a defeated grunt and have him try to pry off mydeiโs unsupportive arm away from where it rested in his shoulders.
this surprised the latter. mydei was familiar to phainonโs distinctive appearance and emotional reactions when it came to youโฆ but this, this was different.
he rarely ever looked so - defeated. if that was the right term to place the way he saw him when he narrowed his eyes at how you seemed to walk in a different direction and where phainon had turned his back from you, he realised that this time it was more than fleeting disappointment phainon was feeling.
this must have felt like an utterly cruel rejection to end his advances, and mydei was none the wiser to try and get him to think that was the truth.
following suit behind him, he mirrored his earlier actions and wrapped his arm around his shoulders.
โoh great deliver, what about a spar to ease your mind.โ
and mydei knew him better than anyone else, for phainonโs melancholic expression had seemed to slightly shift towards pleasant surprise at the request of the prince of castrum kremnos.
โi mean is it crazy to say that i thought she liked me back?โ staggering in his movements as he put more room into concentration over you, rather than the brooding man infront of him who kept on attacking at his weak defenses.
he wasnโt even trying and to mydei the spar that he had thought was meant to clear phainon of his thoughts of you, only left him at a capacity where he thought this was a letโs discuss name therapy session.
at some point, phainon deliberately plunged his great sword into the training grounds and leaned over it to continue his one sided conversation about the lack of progress he had when courting you.
โlike did you even know it was best friends day today?โ scoffing to himself as he looked at the bright sun. at this point more so speaking to the sky than mydei himself, leaving the rhetorical question up in the air.
which in turn got mydei to roll his eyes with a heavy sigh at his friendโs ministrations and walk out of the training grounds to leave phainon to his own thoughts.
itโs not like this was his area of expertise and he was sure that any point in time where he tried to interject and provide his opinions - phainon would only cut him off to provide his own perspectives towards his doubts and questions.
passing through the gates of the training grounds, he made swift notice of aglaeaโs form entering into the vicinity of the training grounds.
sure that if there was one person who could help phainon wake up from this stupid unrequited love spell, it must have been her. unaware to the presence following behind aglaea as he thought about his own priorities and duties.
and to aglaea, from what she could โseeโ under her thingy veiled gold threads, phainon was purely and utterly disheartened as he leaned his frame and sat on the ground using his sword as a support for his back.
quietly ruminating over the newest and profound rejection from you, so deep in thought that the great deliverer who was more aware of his surroundings on other days had yet to notice the romantic figure of aglaea moving towards him and a certain other party that was the reason for his heartache.
i mean can you really blame him if he thought that youโd get the hint by now?
first it was during one of the festivals in okhema that was meant to celebrate love and romance with aglaea at the forefront. he thought that him inviting you as his plus one was already a sure bet that he was professing his feelings in some way.
only for you to end up celebrating it with him and dismissing his feelings and your own as feelings of mutual respect and โfriendshipโ.
and now that he remembers the whole friendship ideology between you two, he thinks the whole thing is just a social construct that makes it more difficult for you two to be together.
itโs not like he doesnโt value your โfriendshipโ with him, he just wishes that sometimes it wasnโt the root excuse that creates all of his rejections and becomes an obstacle to what could have been.
but thenโฆ maybe it wasnโt merely โfriendshipโ that stopped him from being with you.
maybe it was you.
you who probably saw all the signs but decided to ignore them and lay him down gently all these times under the guise of โfriendshipโ.
you who probably didnโt reciprocate his feelings and felt like you couldnโt tell him.
you who probably mustโve have felt uncomfortable with each time he had the courage to speak up to you and channel his feelings of intimacy and love to you.
but what phainon couldnโt fathom at this point, even when you were simply right there behind him, wanting to act as a better support to his troubles than the great sword he was was leaning on could hardly do.
was that you were hopelessly and completely lovestruck to him, just as he was to you. you just assumed that his endless implicit confessions were plainly put - โfriendly gesturesโ.
so slowly as he talked to himself and later noticed aglaea behind him, using her as his new ear to hear all the ridiculous things you had put him through.
as they conversed with infront of you, with his back facing the both of you and his mind unable to capture the sight of you. he went down the road of saying everything and all of it at once, thinking that you were probably never going to hear from him again after what had happened today.
โaglaea, iโm no expert romancer but hardly anyone could have guessed that iโm in love with name.โ
and with the latest confession it seemed that somewhere between the cycles, it seemed that fate was on phainonโs side for once. looking between the two chrysos heirs with aglaea being the one you looked at for actual confirmation to what you had just heard.
with her nodding to give you the go ahead that what you heard was in fact true. you were completely shocked at, but even more so to the fact that all the times you kept on acting oblivious to your own feelings, you had also been oblivious to his.
sighing to yourself at the whole ordeal with a faint smile, you looked over to aglaea who retracted her form to give the both of you some space at the new revelation.
phainon had quieted down now after his recent proclamation, and was lost in thought about how he was to try and get himself to forget about you and give up on this endless war of love.
albeit some part of his golden heart told him that he was to still cling onto the thing threads of fate.
crouching down to sit side by side to phainon who was still unaware to your presence, you sat on the same ground that he had been using as a companion for his mid-day admissions about you.
โwell maybe if you had said that from the first place i wouldnโt have looked so stupid.โ
you finally quirked up with a bright smile gracing your features, as phainon was left speechless, turning to his side to see you sitting next to him.
embarrassed yet cautious to how you were reacting right now, he felt himself feeling a bit hot and bothered at how long you could have been here the whole time he was complaining about you.
either way though, as he assessed his surroundings and how you hadnโt yet fled for the gates of okhema after everything he said and instead were sitting next to him. then maybe, just maybe you also liked him back.
and it wasnโt until you decided to be bolder did he actually come to terms with the fact that he wasnโt just hallucinating or dreaming about you.
โsooo, are you just going to stare at me the whole time?โ you mentioned, making him look towards you again with a confused expression.
โโฆor finish your earlier conversation about wanting to kiss me?โ
feeling yourself giggle at how he had quickly switched and captured the gravity of the situation, turning to grab your face and do just as what he had said before.
because as the great deliverer, isnโt it his role to deliver.
authors note:
nothing too angsty or emotionally heavy, also first fic of the celebration party!
- and i couldnโt be happier with what were celebrating as well like omfg 100 followers?! itโs unbelievable to me that iโve hit triple digits when going into this i expected to writer just for me, myself and i๐ญ
but itโs really beautiful and i love the tight knit โcommunityโ that has come about from people interacting and supporting my works! it really does mean a lot and i canโt thank you enough.
polka dot divider is by @candvcane
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Thinking about Attorney!Phainon who handles your divorce case... from your husband's side.
Phainon is, as admitted by many, a heliacal blessing in the labyrinth that is the Family Law scene โ with his ever warm empathy and drive to deliver justice, and paired with his impressive track-record, this should've been an easy enough case. Within the pattern he's used to seeing, at least.
That is, until, the case is pushed to trial and he finally sees what exactly he's dealing with.
You, unflinching against a situation where the odds were stacked against you because of mere pecuniary advantage from your husband's side. Phainon feels his world tilt dangerously the first time he sees you pleading your case before the judge, by yourself (do you know how attractive that is?) โ which has him looking back to your husband and thinking, this idiot fumbled you?
Perhaps idiot isn't the correct word, as Phainon realizes next that he got manipulated by the man's act as well. And though it's been drilled into him since law school that he shouldn't think like this when he's already taken a case โ it just all goes against his principles! He shudders to imagine what you probably had to endure throughout your miserable marriage.
And it makes Phainon want to tear his hair out, he should've been your attorney! Not this narcissistic egotistical bozo who just happens to be born into generational wealth! Even a blind person would be able to tell that handing the child over to your reprobate husband would be a big mistake!
And Phainon is nearly at his wit's end, he's supposed to focus on ensuring the child's custody from your husband but oh no oh no, you're willing to give up the alimony and spousal support just for the child, too! Your desperation makes him want to cry (he does in private).
Phainon could drop the case, but it wouldn't really be effective because your unfairly influential husband would most certainly just hire another attorney and what of you then? At least his hesitance has managed to provide just enough leeway for you to present your case. Had this been another attorney, you would've most definitely lost your case by now.
And the prospect of that, leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. You don't deserve to be put through that wringer, especially since you very much are in the right. You didn't deserve to go through any of this in fact. You deserve to be treated right.
So... he guesses he'll just have to pull some strings as well. It's only fair, is it not? In a system where justice can be bought, what is a little manipulation?
You'll win your case, alright and he'll worm his way into your life and heart as well, soon.
Not to mention... Phainon has always been fond of children, too.
mornings are exhausting. but they're sweeter with him.
โฆ info: phainon wakes up at a ridiculously early hour and kisses you into waking up with him.
โฆ warnings: mornings, ew. none, this is pure fluff (edit: except for the fact that he bites you once affectionately). au ambiguous, but in my head: modern au. (0.8k words)
โฆ notes: he's so needy and he's so sneaky i love him i'm going to sob ugly tears i love him so much i'd like him to wake me up like this please please please- ahem. AHEM. who said that jsjsjsjjsj lmao i hope you enjoy :)
i. recent. ii. masterlist.
morning rises, soft and slow.
rays of light slowly start to seep in through the eastern windows, illuminating the tiled floor, pale curtains fluttering in the gentle breeze that finds its way in.
your blanket is cozy, your bed is soft, your alarm is yet to ring. the world outside is still, and it is peaceful.
he chuckles, voice still deep with his usual morning rasp. โgood morning, sleepyhead.โ he says affectionately, words drawn out, as he kisses your cheek tenderly. โdid you sleep well?โ
youโd often compare phainon to the sun.
with the way he always looked at you with such warmth, and the way his smile shone brilliantly, it was hard not to. truly, you adored him with every inch of your being, and he lit up your life much like the light of the sun on your skin.
now, if only he didnโt rise with it.
why does the sun rise so very early, anyway?
โiโd sleep well if youโd let me sleep in a little longer, phainon,โ you groan out, turning away from him so that your face stayed out of his reach.ย
youโll get your kisses later. but first, sleep.
he hums. โlet me think about it,โ he says as he settles behind you.ย you feel him pull you closer and pause, like heโs deep in thought, and when he stills, you think youโve won the battle.
well, good.
ย it is far too early for such antics, in your opinion.ย ย
but just as his warmth lures you back into the arms of sleep, your eyes fluttering shut, soothed by the pace of his breathing, you feel a sneaky kiss on the back of your neck.ย โi thought about it.โ he whispers, smiling against your skin. โsorry, darling, the answer's no.โ
oh. oh, no.
he teasingly drags his lips down to where your neck meets your back, ghosting over like the brush of a butterfly's wings, leaving goosebumps in his wake. he lingers there for a minute, his breath tickling your sensitive skin, before he retraces his path to reach the base of your ear. he kisses there gently, once, twice, and thenโ he bites.ย
gently, of course, but it still has your eyes flying wide open.
โphainon!โ you gasp, electricity running down the length of your spine. you turn around to glare at him.
โbet youโre awake after that, arenโt you?โ he murmurs into your ear. you whack him playfully on the shoulder.
his bright laughter in answer is infectious, and you canโt help but crack a smile begrudgingly.
โyeah, yeah, laugh it up.โ you huff, moving to hide your face in his shoulder as he still shakes with laughter. โyou always wake me up too early.โ
โsorry, sorry.โ he says in return, not sounding even the least bit apologetic, and you pull away to give him a look.
"you don't sound very sorry," you huff indignantly.
his lips form into the slightest of pouts and you swear to kephale above that you could see faint dog ears drooping in his fluffy white hair.
โwe havenโt seen each other since last night.โ he says, blue eyes never leaving your own. they're wide, and they blink innocently. โi missed you,โ he finishes, his voice dropping to a small whisper as he looks away, and your heart melts at the sight of him.
well.
you canโt exactly argue with that, can you?
you sigh in defeat, sitting up. โalright, alright, you win.โ
the effect is instant.ย
his pout disappears and his whole face lights up, eyes sparkling with joy, a dimple peeking out as he grins brightly.
he pushes himself upright, and with all the enthusiasm of a puppy, he pulls you on top of him, both arms wrapped around your face, and kisses you over and over and over, from your lips to your nose to your eyelids and to your cheek until youโre giggling in his embrace.
โthere we go. not so grumpy anymore, are we, darling?โโ he murmurs, pressing one final kiss to your nose.ย
you hum, rubbing the last remnants of sleep from your eyes. โiโm awake, thatโs for sure.โ
his grin never leaves his face, and he nudges your cheek with his nose. โhave i ever told you that you have a beautiful laugh?โ
โyes, a million times already,โ you respond, smiling affectionately at him.
โwell, then iโll say it again. i love the way you laugh.โ
โeven when i sound like a hyena?โ
โespecially when you sound like a hyena.โ
it is right thenโ cradled in his arms, watching him with a smile so dazzling, when the morningโs just begun and the whole day lies in wait for the two of youโ that you find your answer.ย
why does the sun rise so early?ย
just so it can see you smile, of course.
(โso youโre saying i do sound like a hyena?โ
โhuh- what?! that is not what i meant and you know it.โ he groans, resting his forehead on your shoulder.
โiโm just kidding.โ you respond, running your hands through his soft, pale hair. โconsider that payback for waking me up.โย
โwould it help if i had breakfast ready next time?โ his voice is muffled, but you can still make out the words.
โyes, yes it would.โ)
โฆ ending notes: first phainon drabble!! hehe this was a quicker piece but i thoroughly enjoyed every second of writing this (i know a very popular characterization is that he's needy WHICH I AGREE WITH but he's also excellent at executing a plan and setting it in motion ykwim? he contains multitudes jsjsjsj therefore, needy and sneaky)
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