🩵 hi, i… i don’t know what to say. i dont have an alias for this acc cause i kinda made it on a whim to share phainon snippets i’ve been writing in an empty discord server. hopefully the inspiration will strike me for other characters.?
💙 i made this account to (also) connect and befriend hsr fans because im sorely missing some and i just want to chat and cry about these characters that mean a lot to me.
🩵 knowing me, this blog will quickly be a degenerate zone so minors dni. please be responsible with the media you consume.
💙 i am a yume first before anything else so do not expect me to write character x character; it will always be character x reader/you.
🩵 “where there is kindness there is goodness and where there is goodness, there is magic.” so don’t ever forget to be kind, dearest hero.
💙 puts this phainon photo here so i have motivation to come onto this blog.
🩵 “does phainon dream of the hero of his heart?” is based on “do androids dream of electric sheep?”; while “fatefully” comes from the song “long story short” by taylor swift.
content warning: phainon x female reader, trailblazer!reader, down bad phainon, phainon has very nsfw thoughts
“well then, i’ll go ahead.” you smiled and waved a dismissive hand before you turned around, your quick movement caused your hair to dance into the air—the end of the wavy strands teased the curve of phainon’s cheek and he was intoxicated in your heady scent.
wildflowers and petrichor; it slackened his shoulders immediately—his eyes fluttered as he inhaled sharply, deeply and took a step forward, an unconscious part of him needed to be engulfed even further into this scent—your scent.
would it be stronger at your pulse? your slim wrists or at the point where the slope of your neck meet the curve your clavicle? or maybe in the soft between your breasts or thighs?
his eyes fluttered open as he felt the blood rush to his cheeks.
he wanted… no, needed…
his eyes met that of aglaea's, who looked at him with an arched brow and an almost disappointed expression.
“you would do better not to consort with a traveller beyond the skies.” she pointed out emotionlessly—and he knew she spoke of nothing but the truth but…
his eyes flickered toward your disappearing form.
he wanted to risk it all, just for you to remain within reach—for your scent to linger on him a second longer—so that when he lay in his bed that night, he could pretend dream of your breath, hot against him and your skin, flushed against his.
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afterword:
- the title; “we’ve already done it in my head” is from “guilty as sin?” by, yes! you guessed it. taylor swift.
- the inspiration: that scene in bridgerton where kate passes by anthony and he catches her scent and unconsciously steps forward to follow and he gets nastily judged by some lady... im sorry you had to witness such a disaster, aglaea.
content warning: phainon x gender neutral reader, sfw, slight jealousy from phainon
when phainon heard a faint squeal from his partner he instinctively looked your way. your toes are curled in his lap, your eyes are dilated—zeroed in on the words of the story you are reading. he rubs a warm hand against the ball of your feet and you looks up, a shy sheepishness in your gaze.
“sorry, this story is just so good.” phainon can’t help the widening of his smile as you proceed to regale him with the scene that had gotten you to react so adorably… so cutely. granted he found himself a little—no, very jealous of how enthusiastic you are while thinking of some other hero (aside from him! he puffed his chest, he’s your hero! nobody else!)—and if you wanted a little bit more animalistic features well, phainon can whip out his wings and—mid chatter you stop, peering at him with embarrassment staining your cheeks.
“why did you stop?” he tilted his head to the side and you quietly hesitated.
“me talking about this… is it okay? i’m not overwhelming while talking about it… i hope.” phainon blinked blankly at your words before with a firm tug, has you straddled on his lap. you couldn’t even protest before he kissed you on the lips, then on the curve of you jaw down to the fluttering beat of your heart.
“well…” he lingered long on the word. “perhaps i’m quite jealous of hearing you fawn over another hero.” he pouted at you, his chin rested on the soft of your chest, his eyes wide in that way he knew was irresistible to you. you reached down to pinch his nose, your eyes rolled but your lips were curled up and phainon counted that as his win. “but no, sweetheart. you talking about this story… or any other story that you love and enjoy, is never too much for me. i like it—love it that you’re sharing what you love with me.” he smiled up at you and he watched in satisfaction as a flush settles across your cheeks.
“thank you phai. you’re too kind to me.”
“uhuh—as long as i remain your number one hero!” he grinned, “now, tell me more—so he kissed her?” you brightened at the clear proof of how he clearly had been paying attention to you.
“yes—! under the tree, right after—”
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afterword:
- the reader is describing gakuen alice, specifically christmas party scene.
honestly i didn’t think this would do any notes whatsoever so i’m happy to know that we r all yappers because i know phainon would only be too delighted to listen to us speak abt anything and everything
notes: self-indulgent because im a victim of frequent tummy aches
content warning: phainon x gender neutral reader, sfw, phainon soothes you through a tummy ache
phainon feels his heart melt when he sees you burrowed underneath their blankets, one bright eye peering up at him angrily. (cute, he can’t help but think.)
“awwwwh, baby, love, sweetheart what’s wrong?” he sits on the bed, hand reaching into the small hole you had made in the blankets. he brushes the back of his hand against your cheek and you rub your face against it—eye fluttering shut. (like a kitty! he can’t help but delight in.)
“my stomach hurts.” you finally said, your body curling up even smaller inside the blankets.
“awwww… baby…. move over. let me cuddle you.” phainon wiggled his way under the blankets; you let out a little protesting noise before you settled with a pleased moan as he wrapped his arms around you and laid his warm hands against your belly. he squeezed almost absentmindedly—and you let out another happy noise, as you tucked yourself further into his arms.
“i love you.” your voice was quiet and muffled (and maybe a little teary) and his heart threatened to explode out of his chest at your quiet admission. he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.
content warning: phainon x gender neutral reader, nsfw, phainon thinks about you pregnant a lot huh, phainon thinks of you lactating lmao, consensual somnophilia
“i know you don’t sleep well over night… so if i happen to be already sleeping and you… need… to…” you cleared your throat; your face flushed at the words tumbling out of your mouth. “you can use me. i don’t mind if it’s you.”
that’s how phainon found himself buried to the hilt inside you, his cock nuzzled deep inside your warmth. he sighed in pleasure, his whole body curled around you—spooning you as he pressed a hand on your belly, feeling how deep he was inside you. it was taking everything in him to not rut his hips as he normally would—maniacally, deeply, roughly, love drunk on the thought of staining your insides w his seed, ensuring you’d become pregnant with his child.
his eyes fluttered at the thought, his palm insistently pushed down on your soft stomach even more.
the thought of your stomach becoming round with a child—his child… your chest becoming heavy with milk—it made him feel parched, made him so lightheaded with the need to—
splurt!
he pants shallowly as he comes, his hand on your hips tightened as he pulled you closer—then pushed deeper within her, as deep inside you as he could—his cock throbbed with every rush of cum that leaves him only to fill you up.
he nuzzled the back of your neck, kissed the length of your shoulders as his eyes began to shut sleepily.
he thinks to himself he might sleep well with only pleasant dreams tonight.
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afterword:
- phainon voice: get pregnant get pregnant get pregn—
notes: self-indulgent because im a victim of frequent tummy aches
content warning: phainon x gender neutral reader, sfw, phainon soothes you through a tummy ache
phainon feels his heart melt when he sees you burrowed underneath their blankets, one bright eye peering up at him angrily. (cute, he can’t help but think.)
“awwwwh, baby, love, sweetheart what’s wrong?” he sits on the bed, hand reaching into the small hole you had made in the blankets. he brushes the back of his hand against your cheek and you rub your face against it—eye fluttering shut. (like a kitty! he can’t help but delight in.)
“my stomach hurts.” you finally said, your body curling up even smaller inside the blankets.
“awwww… baby…. move over. let me cuddle you.” phainon wiggled his way under the blankets; you let out a little protesting noise before you settled with a pleased moan as he wrapped his arms around you and laid his warm hands against your belly. he squeezed almost absentmindedly—and you let out another happy noise, as you tucked yourself further into his arms.
“i love you.” your voice was quiet and muffled (and maybe a little teary) and his heart threatened to explode out of his chest at your quiet admission. he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.
content warning: phainon x gender neutral reader, sfw, slight jealousy from phainon
when phainon heard a faint squeal from his partner he instinctively looked your way. your toes are curled in his lap, your eyes are dilated—zeroed in on the words of the story you are reading. he rubs a warm hand against the ball of your feet and you looks up, a shy sheepishness in your gaze.
“sorry, this story is just so good.” phainon can’t help the widening of his smile as you proceed to regale him with the scene that had gotten you to react so adorably… so cutely. granted he found himself a little—no, very jealous of how enthusiastic you are while thinking of some other hero (aside from him! he puffed his chest, he’s your hero! nobody else!)—and if you wanted a little bit more animalistic features well, phainon can whip out his wings and—mid chatter you stop, peering at him with embarrassment staining your cheeks.
“why did you stop?” he tilted his head to the side and you quietly hesitated.
“me talking about this… is it okay? i’m not overwhelming while talking about it… i hope.” phainon blinked blankly at your words before with a firm tug, has you straddled on his lap. you couldn’t even protest before he kissed you on the lips, then on the curve of you jaw down to the fluttering beat of your heart.
“well…” he lingered long on the word. “perhaps i’m quite jealous of hearing you fawn over another hero.” he pouted at you, his chin rested on the soft of your chest, his eyes wide in that way he knew was irresistible to you. you reached down to pinch his nose, your eyes rolled but your lips were curled up and phainon counted that as his win. “but no, sweetheart. you talking about this story… or any other story that you love and enjoy, is never too much for me. i like it—love it that you’re sharing what you love with me.” he smiled up at you and he watched in satisfaction as a flush settles across your cheeks.
“thank you phai. you’re too kind to me.”
“uhuh—as long as i remain your number one hero!” he grinned, “now, tell me more—so he kissed her?” you brightened at the clear proof of how he clearly had been paying attention to you.
“yes—! under the tree, right after—”
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afterword:
- the reader is describing gakuen alice, specifically christmas party scene.
content warning: phainon x gender neutral reader, nsfw, phainon thinks about you pregnant a lot huh, phainon thinks of you lactating lmao, consensual somnophilia
“i know you don’t sleep well over night… so if i happen to be already sleeping and you… need… to…” you cleared your throat; your face flushed at the words tumbling out of your mouth. “you can use me. i don’t mind if it’s you.”
that’s how phainon found himself buried to the hilt inside you, his cock nuzzled deep inside your warmth. he sighed in pleasure, his whole body curled around you—spooning you as he pressed a hand on your belly, feeling how deep he was inside you. it was taking everything in him to not rut his hips as he normally would—maniacally, deeply, roughly, love drunk on the thought of staining your insides w his seed, ensuring you’d become pregnant with his child.
his eyes fluttered at the thought, his palm insistently pushed down on your soft stomach even more.
the thought of your stomach becoming round with a child—his child… your chest becoming heavy with milk—it made him feel parched, made him so lightheaded with the need to—
splurt!
he pants shallowly as he comes, his hand on your hips tightened as he pulled you closer—then pushed deeper within you, as deep inside you as he could—his cock throbbed with every rush of cum that leaves him only to fill you up.
he nuzzled the back of your neck, kissed the length of your shoulders as his eyes began to shut sleepily.
he thinks to himself he might sleep well with only pleasant dreams tonight.
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afterword:
- phainon voice: get pregnant get pregnant get pregn—
content warning: phainon x gender neutral reader, sfw, slight jealousy from phainon
when phainon heard a faint squeal from his partner he instinctively looked your way. your toes are curled in his lap, your eyes are dilated—zeroed in on the words of the story you are reading. he rubs a warm hand against the ball of your feet and you looks up, a shy sheepishness in your gaze.
“sorry, this story is just so good.” phainon can’t help the widening of his smile as you proceed to regale him with the scene that had gotten you to react so adorably… so cutely. granted he found himself a little—no, very jealous of how enthusiastic you are while thinking of some other hero (aside from him! he puffed his chest, he’s your hero! nobody else!)—and if you wanted a little bit more animalistic features well, phainon can whip out his wings and—mid chatter you stop, peering at him with embarrassment staining your cheeks.
“why did you stop?” he tilted his head to the side and you quietly hesitated.
“me talking about this… is it okay? i’m not overwhelming while talking about it… i hope.” phainon blinked blankly at your words before with a firm tug, has you straddled on his lap. you couldn’t even protest before he kissed you on the lips, then on the curve of you jaw down to the fluttering beat of your heart.
“well…” he lingered long on the word. “perhaps i’m quite jealous of hearing you fawn over another hero.” he pouted at you, his chin rested on the soft of your chest, his eyes wide in that way he knew was irresistible to you. you reached down to pinch his nose, your eyes rolled but your lips were curled up and phainon counted that as his win. “but no, sweetheart. you talking about this story… or any other story that you love and enjoy, is never too much for me. i like it—love it that you’re sharing what you love with me.” he smiled up at you and he watched in satisfaction as a flush settles across your cheeks.
“thank you phai. you’re too kind to me.”
“uhuh—as long as i remain your number one hero!” he grinned, “now, tell me more—so he kissed her?” you brightened at the clear proof of how he clearly had been paying attention to you.
“yes—! under the tree, right after—”
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afterword:
- the reader is describing gakuen alice, specifically christmas party scene.
content warning: phainon x gender? neutral? reader, nsfw, mentions of pregnancy cause best believe Phainon Will get you pregnant regardless of gender 🫶, mentions of womb 🙇♀️
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“i want to carve a space inside of you that only i would fill,” phainon moaned, hands on your thighs as he pushed them up to put you in a mating press, “want to cum so deep inside you that i’ll be drippin’ out of you for days, i want my seed to take—“ he whined, his hips stuttered in carnal pleasure as his pace quickened, “get pregnant please—get pregna—”
thick globs of phainon’s cum frothed out of your heat and phainon sighed dreamily at the sight, curled fingers insistently pushed his leaking seed back into your stuffed warmth.
“i love you, i love you—i love you.” he murmured against your lips, fat tip and thick length parted your folds again as he hilts himself deep—
“gonna kiss your womb with my cock.” he whimpered, cock throbbed at his own lascivious thoughts—his hand warm and spread on the soft of your stomach.
“this time, this time for sure.” he seemed to vow to himself before phainon proceeded to pound into you again—another session before the many that will come for the rest of the night.
notes: written before 3.3… but i think it still works. i think it works even better with 3.4 context…
content warning: phainon x gender neutral reader, implied nsfw, very smug reader
had the people of okhema city asked the titans to deliver them a perfect hero, not one citizen would be surprised if lord phainon of aedes elysiae was the one presented as handcrafted by the venerable titans.
hair as silver as the coins zagreus coveted, eyes as blue as the sky where aquila lingered and as deep as the ocean where phagousa danced, with a handsome face that would surely make mnestia weep—if only for the beautiful romances it would stir.
lord phainon could not stop at being handsome of course; for he was as benevolent as the pillar of stone, georios and as honourable as the scale of justice, talanton. and if a citizen were to fear the threat of the black tide, why, lord phainon would appear—the swing of his great sword as mighty as nikador’s lance!
… suffice to say, the citizens of okhema adored their lord phainon—nay, they idolised him.
he was their hero; carved from pride and glassed in dream, delicately placed on top of a pedestal for all of okhema to distantly look upon and admire. nobody was to touch him, nobody was to want him as any less pure than that the deliverer who would free them of the black tide.
their devotions would only, should only be pure—
so it was a scandal; it was a sacrilege!… when the hero of okhema’s hopes and wishes arrived in the town proper with his sweet lips bruised by desires and his slender clavicle riddled with marks of passions.
oh how their eyes turned accusing onto the person whose shadow their lord phainon followed as if a lost dog. oh how the whispers followed mercilessly, this person whose gaze would turn their lord phainon’s way, and he would light up like a brilliant star, like the dawning sky, like the world bearer kephale.
oh.
oh.
how jealous they were, that lord phainon had found someone to be devoted to.
—
you couldn’t help the smug little smile that curled your lips once you felt the heated looks of jealousy settle on your shoulders.
“sweetheart?” you turned your head, immediately soft at the sight of phainon’s starry eyes on you, only you, there was really only you, “you are looking incredibly proud of yourself.”
your lips twitched and his eyes dropped down at the movement of your lips—those lips that bruised him, marked him, very much owned him. he shivered once he felt your fingers loop through the choker around his neck. you gave it a firm tug and he followed your silent command to bend lower. your fingers left the necklace to trace the bite marks littered throughout his clavicle.
“why wouldn’t i, when the whole of okhema is jealous that i have you?” you leaned closer, voice a soft purr. “when i have you in ways they can’t even dare to dream about?”
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afterword:
- the title; “for you, i would fall from grace” is taken from the song “dont blame me” by taylor swift.
- the following quotes; “carved from pride”, “glassed in dream” & “it was a sacrilege!” are all taken from a poem titled “soledad” by angela manalang gloria.
content warning: phainon x gender? neutral? reader, nsfw, mentions of pregnancy cause best believe Phainon Will get you pregnant regardless of gender 🫶, mentions of womb 🙇♀️
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“i want to carve a space inside of you that only i would fill,” phainon moaned, hands on your thighs as he pushed them up to put you in a mating press, “want to cum so deep inside you that i’ll be drippin’ out of you for days, i want my seed to take—“ he whined, his hips stuttered in carnal pleasure as his pace quickened, “get pregnant please—get pregna—”
thick globs of phainon’s cum frothed out of your heat and phainon sighed dreamily at the sight, curled fingers insistently pushed his leaking seed back into your stuffed warmth.
“i love you, i love you—i love you.” he murmured against your lips, fat tip and thick length parted your folds again as he hilts himself deep—
“gonna kiss your womb with my cock.” he whimpered, cock throbbed at his own lascivious thoughts—his hand warm and spread on the soft of your stomach.
“this time, this time for sure.” he seemed to vow to himself before phainon proceeded to pound into you again—another session before the many that will come for the rest of the night.
