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[solaris-lux]

sol | 20s | she/her

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hi, call me sol! while I do like to consider myself a writer, I prefer reading fics. also, I fall in and out of hyperfixations a lot, so please don’t be surprised if I use this account sporadically ^^’

[soltuneia]

— 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲?

mornings are exhausting. but they're sweeter with him.

✦ info: phainon wakes up at a ridiculously early hour and kisses you into waking up with him.

✦ 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)

✦ 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.

almost.

“darling.” kiss. “my light.” kiss. “wake up.” kiss. “sweetheart, wake up.” kiss.

you stir with a grumble. “phainon?”

he chuckles, voice still deep with his usual morning rasp. “good morning, sleepyhead.” he says affectionately, words drawn out, as he kisses your cheek tenderly. “did you sleep well?”

you’d 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 didn’t rise with it.

why does the sun rise so very early, anyway?

“i’d sleep well if you’d let me sleep in a little longer, phainon,” you groan out, turning away from him so that your face stayed out of his reach. 

you’ll get your kisses later. but first, sleep.

he hums. “let me think about it,” he says as he settles behind you.  you feel him pull you closer and pause, like he’s deep in thought, and when he stills, you think you’ve won the battle.

well, good.

 it is far too early for such antics, in your opinion.  

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.  “i thought about it.” he whispers, smiling against your skin. “sorry, darling, the answer's no.”

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 then— he bites. 

gently, of course, but it still has your eyes flying wide open.

“phainon!” you gasp, electricity running down the length of your spine. you turn around to glare at him.

“bet you’re awake after that, aren’t you?” he murmurs into your ear. you whack him playfully on the shoulder.

his bright laughter in answer is infectious, and you can’t help but crack a smile begrudgingly.

“yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” you huff, moving to hide your face in his shoulder as he still shakes with laughter. “you always wake me up too early.”

“sorry, sorry.” 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.

“we haven’t seen each other since last night.” he says, blue eyes never leaving your own. they're wide, and they blink innocently. “i missed you,” he finishes, his voice dropping to a small whisper as he looks away, and your heart melts at the sight of him.

well.

you can’t exactly argue with that, can you?

you sigh in defeat, sitting up. “alright, alright, you win.”

the effect is instant. 

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 you’re giggling in his embrace.

“there we go. not so grumpy anymore, are we, darling?”’ he murmurs, pressing one final kiss to your nose. 

you hum, rubbing the last remnants of sleep from your eyes. “i’m awake, that’s for sure.”

his grin never leaves his face, and he nudges your cheek with his nose. “have i ever told you that you have a beautiful laugh?”

“yes, a million times already,” you respond, smiling affectionately at him.

“well, then i’ll say it again. i love the way you laugh.”

“even when i sound like a hyena?”

“especially when you sound like a hyena.”

it is right then— cradled in his arms, watching him with a smile so dazzling, when the morning’s just begun and the whole day lies in wait for the two of you— that you find your answer. 

why does the sun rise so early? 

just so it can see you smile, of course.

(“so you’re saying i do sound like a hyena?”

“huh- what?! that is not what i meant and you know it.” he groans, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

“i’m just kidding.” you respond, running your hands through his soft, pale hair. “consider that payback for waking me up.” 

“would it help if i had breakfast ready next time?” his voice is muffled, but you can still make out the words.

“yes, yes it would.”)

✦ 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)

✦ taglist: @maopll (taglist form is linked. send an ask to be removed!)

[ruruumin]

for the last thirty minutes, maybe even an hour, you’ve kept your hands on phainon’s face, lovingly smushing his cheeks. at first, the man didn’t mind it all too much. he loved attention, especially if it was coming from you. he didn’t resist when your fingers grazed his cheekbone, dragging over every inch of his jawbone. the look in your eyes was of hazy adoration. your skin was warm and he could feel your pulse on your wrist, beating tenderly against the pads of his fingers.

but you’ve been holding him for long, he is starting to fidget and get antsy. its making it difficult for him to leave and do laundry. and god knows he needs to wash that purple and yellow hoodie. phainon has been subtly whining in front of your face, sticking out his tongue to lick at your palm, hoping that with his grossness, you will finally let him go.

however, that only eggs you on further. as you lean closer, you lick his cheek. phainon fails to realize that with his strange antics, it would only attract even stranger people—therefore, his attempt to outgross you fails, as you were equally as gross for him as he is for you. he whimpers even louder when you bite the side of his face, exaggerating your lip movements to feel as if you were devouring him. 

“stop…” he cries out, not even bothering in the slightest to push you away. if anything, he leans forward, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulls you down onto the bed. your chest is pressed flush against his, so you could feel directly how hard his heart was pounding against his ribcage.

“i seriously can’t,” you continue your conquest on his body, leaning in to pepper kisses against his exposed neck, “you’re so cute i think i’m going to have to eat you, and make sure every part of you dissolves in my stomach.”

your words cause him to laugh hysterically. they inevitably snap something within him, and he raises his body, pushing you under him. your eyes widen in surprise, seeing your puppydog boyfriend finally taking charge—he leans close to your ear, dragging his tongue against your lobe. you couldn’t even get a response out before he takes a big bite out of your trapezius muscle. 

“this isn’t enough to for us to be even,” he huffs, wiping the side of his mouth with the back of his hand, “i want to eat you too. do you think if we ate each other on opposite ends, we’ll be like ouroboros?”

your smile gives him a good enough answer, but your arms wrapping around his neck is better.

[harmonysanreads]

Phainon loves taking advantage of his height to tease you. The first time he did it wasn't even intentional, but ever the (far too much) attentive man that he is, he caught on to that faint stutter in your pace a little too greedily.

And since then, the things your poor heart has been subjected to are as follows:

Ignoring him by being glued to your teleslate? Guess who's jumping to reach it after he snatched it away and is effortlessly holding it out of your grip.

Telling him literally anything? He'll lean down to your height, laser-focused on your words, arms folded behind his back as his eyes draw suggestions over your body. You found out that day that it was possible to be undressed with a stare alone.

These are still not fatal to your cardiac health. What is fatal is when he decides to be a devil incarnate and withhold kisses from you.

“Withholding? Such an incriminating word.” he'd defend should you accuse, head tilting to the sight of you struggling to reach his lips as though your plight deserved to be appraised from every angle.

Typically, Phainon can be melted like sugar in heat by the promise of a single kiss. He'd fold himself in half to reach you halfway, and as quickly as possible even.

But sometimes, he has the perverse craving to keep his hands firmly behind him and just watch as you try various stances on your tippy toes to reach him.

It's a task to not grin at the indignant huffs and pouts that this coaxes out of you — which is why he doesn't try to at all. Unfortunately for you, that smile does nothing but make him look all the more kissable.

And fortunately for him, this is enough for you to ditch the games and just yank him down by the choker to be thoroughly punished.

[bunniope]

hey thanks for calling me your "loyal knight" now i'm horny enough to win any battle

[butteronabun]

‘lovemelovemelovemeloveme’ is what his mind supplies whenever you’re in the vicinity and you’re not giving him any attention. or maybe when he just feels soggy. or mushy. either way he wants you. badly.

so please. . . look at him? please?

[gummybearjello]

Le Worm

ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ ᴀ ʜʏᴘᴏᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ, ɴᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛs ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴜʀɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀᴍ. ᴏʀ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ?

- ᴘʜᴀɪɴᴏɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴍʏᴅᴇɪ

Your relationship with the two men had always been unconventional. Frowned upon even, but the opinions of others had never mattered much to you. 

Your parents always said you had a big heart. Apparently, it was big enough to fit both Mydei and Phainon. And both men loved you to the moon and back. That should have been enough. Right? Apparently not.

Late into the night, you lay wide awake in bed. Mydei slept on your right, snoring loud enough to shake the windows. Phainon slept on your left, mumbling something incoherent about swords and training. Somehow, both men appeared perfectly at peace. You, however, were suffering from curiosity that was eating away at you. 

“If I turned into a worm would you guys still love me?” 

Mydei stopped cleaning his spear. Phainon lifted his gaze up from his book. The two men exchanged a look from across the room. Neither spoke. 

Then finally, Mydei rolled his eyes. “I’m not answering that.” 

“Baby if you’re bored we could take a walk out in town together.” Phainon took your hand in his, entwining your fingers together. 

Phainon brought you to a lovely restaurant while Mydei ordered all your favorite dishes. They succeeded in distracting you for the rest of the evening.

Unfortunately for them, your curiosity remained unsatisfied.

The next morning began like any other morning. You woke up, enjoyed breakfast together. Then you kissed them both on the cheek and wished them a good day ahead as they left to fulfill their Chrysos Heirs duties. 

Both men heaved a sigh of relief as they stepped out of the house. The last time you had asked a rhetorical question—

"If I was dying and you had to kiss another girl to save me, would you do it?"

Neither answer satisfied you. The silent treatment that followed lasted for an entire week. It was a week neither man wished to relive.

Having successfully survived your latest hypothetical question, both men had assumed that the worst was behind them.

They were wrong. The house was suspiciously quiet. It was strange not having you ambush them at the door with a hug the moment they stepped inside.

“y/n?” 

No response.

Mydei immediately tensed, his sharp gaze sweeping across the room.

The front door was still locked. Nothing appeared disturbed. Yet something felt wrong.

“y/n?” Mydei called out again.

Silence.

The valuables remained untouched and your belongings were exactly where you had left them. Your clothes were neatly folded in the drawers. The jewelry they had gifted you sat atop your vanity. Even your bag still hung by the door.

“Baby?” Phainon stepped further into the house. A bright purple bottle with no labels sat on the coffee table. His gaze fell to the worm beside it and he froze. “Mydei!” Panic rose as he lifted the bottle up to his nose. The putrid smell had him gagging. 

“What is that?” Mydei pointed to the suspicious bottle. “It smells dangerous.”

Phainon's gaze drifted from the bottle back to the worm beside it. A horrible thought crossed his mind.

“y/n?” The worm wiggled. The two men exchanged questioning looks. 

“y/n?” The worm wiggled again. 

“...”

“...”

“It moved.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

“If I turned into a worm would you still love me?” The memory hit them like a freight train.

The next hour was complete chaos, as the two listed questions that neither could answer.

How could the potion's effects be reversed?

What was the lifespan of a worm?

Could worms recognize their loved ones?

Most importantly, where was the worm going? 

The tiny creature had somehow escaped the coffee table and was inching closer and closer towards the door. 

“She's making a break for it!” Phainon lunged. “Careful!” Mydei nearly tackled him to the ground. “You almost stepped on her!”

“I did not!” Phainon huffed. 

“You absolutely did!” Carefully Mydei scooped the worm up into his hands. “I've got you.”

Day 1

A day later, the worm was absolutely thriving in its new habitat.

Filled with moist soil, vegetable peelings, a custom throne and a knitted blanket, it was significantly more luxurious than most homes in Okhema.

“Don't you think that's a bit much?” Phainon pointed at the bright red crystal throne sitting proudly in the center of the glass habitat.

“She's my princess, she deserves it.” 

Phainon glanced at the knitted blanket that he had personally made.

“She does deserve nothing but the best.”

Day 2

“Alright baby, what do you want for dinner?” Phainon carefully placed the worm on the dining table so the three of you could still eat together like usual. “The decaying apple or the lettuce?”

“You know,” Mydei said as he stirred the pot, “if you were human, you'd be having homemade dumpling soup tonight.” 

The worm stopped moving. Phainon immediately glared at him.

“Stop it.”

“What?”

“You're upsetting her.”

The worm continued to remain perfectly still.

“Look, she's devastated.”

Day 3 

“If she remains a worm...”

“Don't.” Phainon glanced at the mountain of books scattered across the floor. “We'll find a solution.”

“We need to be realistic.”

Mydei tapped gently against the glass of the habitat. The worm wiggled in response.

Silence settled between them. 

For a moment, neither spoke.

They watched as the worm burrowed into the soil, completely unbothered by the crisis unfolding around it.

"...Should we enlarge her habitat?"

“Probably. She'll need more room to grow.”

A pause.

“Would the wedding ring go around her middle?”

Phainon stared at him. Then he glanced at the worm. A horrible realization struck him. How were they supposed to walk down the aisle without accidentally stepping on you?

“...I hadn't considered that.”

“I'll speak to a goldsmith tomorrow.”

“You think they make rings for worms?”

“I think they're about to.”

Day 4

“Mydei!!!”

Bursting out of the bathroom with soap suds still in his hair and a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, Mydei nearly slipped as he ran into the hall. 

“I can't find y/n!” Phainon was as pale as a sheet of paper as he crawled out from under the bed. 

“I told you to keep the lid close.”

“I took her out. She looked bored and I only turned around for a while.”

The two of them tore the entire house apart. Not a single inch was left unchecked.

“I found her!” There was the worm, taking an afternoon nap behind a flowerpot. Phainon heaved a sigh of relief. “I should have known. She loved flowers.”

Very carefully, Phainon scooped the worm into his hands. “Young lady, if you run away again you're grounded.” The worm wiggled. 

Mydei frowned as he watched the one sided conversation. “You've been hogging her.”

Phainon instinctively curled his fingers a little closer around the worm. 

“I have not.”

“When was the last time that I got to hold her?”

“Yesterday? For a whole good three minutes.”

“You timed it?”

“I have a schedule.”

“You made a schedule?”

“It helps us split our time fairly. Since y/n can't actually tell us whose palm she prefers.”

Mydei stared at him in disbelief. At that moment the worm wiggled off Phainon’s hand and inched its way closer to Mydei. 

“Missed me, haven't you?”

Mydei smirked. Phainon pouted.

Day 5

“Fresh air is important.”

“No.”

“But she hasn't left the house since…”

“No.”

“She's probably tired of staring at the same old scenery."

“No.”

Phainon carefully lifted the worm out from its habitat.

Mydei was already regretting this as he tagged along. 

The two of them sat outside beneath the shade of a large tree. Birds chirped peacefully overhead.

The worm appeared content. 

“See?” Phainon smiled. “She likes it.”

The worm wiggled.

“She agreed with me.”

“She absolutely did not.”

The worm continued inching across Phainon's palm.

A shadow passed overhead.

Neither noticed, both engrossed with the wiggling worm.

The shadow grew larger and larger. 

Then suddenly—

A blur of black feathers shot down from the sky. In the blink of an eye, the worm was gone.

Phainon stared at his empty palm.

Mydei stared at his empty palm.

The crow soared off into the distance with something dangling from its beak. Something pink and small. Something very worm-shaped.

“No no no.”

The words came out as little more than a whisper. As Phainon’s brain struggled to process what had just happened. 

“NO!”

Phainon took off running with Mydei following close behind. 

“Mydei!”

“I see it!”

The chase that followed would later be described by witnesses to Aglaea as a deeply concerning behavior for members of the esteemed Chrysos heir. 

A flock of birds scattered. A vegetable cart overturned. A kissing couple was knocked apart.

Several citizens were forced to leap out of the way. But none of it mattered to them. The bird had y/n. They had to get the worm back no matter the cost. 

“GET BACK HERE!”

“STOP THIS INSTANT!”

The crow continued flying, completely unbothered by the two men screaming after it from the streets below. 

Three hours later.

They had lost the crow.

Silence hung heavily in the house.

Neither man spoke.

The glass habitat sat empty on the table. The tiny throne remained untouched. The knitted blanket folded neatly in the corner. Phainon stared blankly at the enclosure.

“We failed her.”

Mydei closed his eyes.

“We did.”

“We were supposed to keep her safe.”

“It wasn't your fault. I should have insisted..”

“I had one job.”

Phainon’s voice cracked as his throat tightened. Mydei stared up at the ceiling, willing his tears not to fall. If he started crying too, neither of them would recover from this. 

Silence returned.

Then they heard the sound of the door opening. Both men froze. Slowly. Very slowly. They turned around.

There you stood at the doorway. Slurping on a cup of milk tea. Unharmed and perfectly alive. 

“B-baby?”

“Hi I'm–” You paused, frowning at their teary red eyes. “Wait, are you two crying?”

Then you noticed the huge glass habitat on the coffee table. "And we've got a new pet?”

It took a whole lot of comforting and reassurance that you were alive and well before you managed to dig out the full story from both men.

“You both thought I was a worm for four days?!”

“Five days...” Phainon muttered, his face turning redder by the second.

“The evidence seemed compelling,” Mydei said defensively. The words sounded less convincing the second time around.

“What evidence?” You looked from Mydei to Phainon and back again. “Grandma fell sick so I left in a hurry and forgot to tell you about it.”

This was getting more confusing by the minute. You wondered if you'd somehow stumbled into an alternate universe where you had, in fact, become a worm.

Both men pointed at the purple bottle simultaneously.

“Oh.” You blinked. “That was a sample drink from the store downtown. They were still working on the packaging.”

“B-but the liquid smelled terrible!”

“It probably went bad.” You shrugged. “It was supposed to be refrigerated.”

Silence.

Mydei slowly turned to look at Phainon.

Phainon slowly turned to look at Mydei.

Neither spoke.

“In my defense, you agreed with me without questioning it.”

Myedi pinched the bridge of his nose. “Don't.”

The tension in the room was palpable. Mydei was holding back the overwhelming urge to strangle the man beside him and then himself.

Phainon, meanwhile, was dying of embarrassment from the sheer stupidity of the entire situation.

But none of that seemed to matter to you. Your eyes widened. A grin slowly spread across your face.

“Aww. So you would love me even if I turned into a worm!”

.

.

.

Later that night, two pairs of strong arms surrounded you as the three of you lay in bed.

Neither man had been willing to let you out of their sight for the entire day.

The house was peacefully quiet when your curiosity got the better of you again. 

“But if I had turned into a snail—”

Phainon leaned over and kissed you before you could finish your sentence. 

On your other side, Mydei tightened his grip around your waist, pressing a trail of kisses against your neck.

No. Absolutely not. They were never revisiting another hypothetical question ever again.

[flower-seeks-the-moon]

「 the winged insect and the funeral pyre 」 - masterpost ☽

You expect him to be mollified, after a few swipes of the inside of his wrist against your neck to smear his scent along your skin. As you feel the tension begin to bleed out of him, you start to let go of his hand and step away. He steps towards you. Mydeimos doesn't retract his wrist. Your neck feels hot enough, already. You stumble against the archway, nervous titter in your throat, the heavy press of his skin against yours. Heart a trapped bird inside your ribcage. But you don't fly, you don't flee. Why is that?

☽ relationship: phainon/reader/mydei

☽ wordcount: 21.5k

☽ tags: omegaverse, polyamory, mating/heat cycles, afab!reader, alpha!phainon, omega!mydei, beta!reader, ambiguous relationships, mild angst (?), hurt/comfort, heavy smut

☽ header art: 来自 失眠者苍 的微博

☽ chapters: part i | part ii | part iii

☽ read on ao3

[totheonewhotiesredstrings]

how i think these guys would interpret 'pads with wings'.

feat. phainon, anaxagoras and ashveil with fem!reader

a/n: i have no idea if anyone's written this but the idea was too good to pass up

PHAINON:

♡ phainon WILL get it for you, no question.

♡ he doesn't care if he has to climb mountains, go through all 33550336 cycles again or fight irontomb, he will complete this mission and get his dawnlight her pads with wings.

♡ but when he gets to the store, phainon's utterly flabbergasted by the amount of choices in stock. i mean, there's daytime, nighttime, panty liners and a whole bunch of others he's pretty sure he doesn't know the use for.

♡ but hey, since it's you, phainon will take this with the utmost seriousness. anything less is an affront to his love for you.

♡ i feel like he'd definitely ask the other ladies in the aisle with no hint of embarrassment or shame. because what's there to be ashamed about a perfectly natural cycle of life? if anything, phainon wishes he was the one to bear all your painful cramps.

♡ after phainon completes his haul, that is to say a whole year's worth of pads he proudly carries like a trophy, he skips off to buy you wings because that's what you want. and of course he needs to buy them from your favourite place!

♡ after everything is done, phainon heads straight home and presents it all to you like he's a soldier sharing the spoils of war with his queen. he's practically an excited puppy when he places everything in your lap, looking to you for approval.

"um, phai, what is all this...?"

"your pads with wings!"

♡ phainon doesn't know why you burst out in laughter all of a sudden, but eventually understands what you actually wanted after you explain.

♡ kephale above, how could he mess up something so simple?! you counted on him for this and yet he's screwed everything up! no, he simply must go out again and get the correct pads.

♡ however, you prevent him from doing so when you wrap your arms around him and pull him onto the bed, thanking him in that angelic voice of yours.

♡ ah, well, guess he's staying.

♡ the next time you ask, phainon won't make the same mistake.

ANAXAGORAS:

♡ you want pads with wings? sure, he can do that for you. just to be clear, is that pads with wings or pads with wings? why are you looking at him like that? did you truly think he was going to decline your request? how foolish.

♡ anaxa may be labelled a fool, but he is by no means ignorant. in fact, he predicted that you'd ask him this question from how your brow creased by one degree.

♡ oh, and also the fact he's been tracking your cycles. he KNOWS what's going on. anyways, pads with wings, yes?

♡ surprisingly, anaxa knows exactly where the pads are located. it causes one to wonder the how and why, but that's not the point. what is the point is the fact that he has a notebook detailing what kind of pads you use on what days and how your period is usually like.

♡ we shall not question this because there is no shame in a guy wanting to know his lover better through her periods. but yeah he has it all colour-coded, dated and charted. it's as meticulous as the experiment logs he writes.

♡ anaxa treats the selection process like he's preparing a lecture on the care of dromases. that is how important it is. he critiques based on the material, comfort, your preferences...

♡ whatever people look for in pads, anaxa's already considered it. as such, he manages to pick out a few and extras for backups. always good to be prepared, and he isn't one to be underprepared.

♡ it might be worth mentioning that anaxa stares at the packs with such intensity it makes one think he has a vengeance against them, but no he's just evaluating which one has the higher percentage of absorbency.

♡ he even buys a few painkillers, a heating pad and some chocolate for you before heading home. needless to say, you're pleasantly surprised by it all.

♡ anaxa gets to feel proud of himself, and more importantly, you are taken care of. what more could he ask for?

"anaxa, how did you even think of all this? i only asked you to get pads with wings."

"pah, that's a rather shallow assumption of me. am i not more intimately acquainted with your body than most?"

♡ an amused smirk appears on anaxa's face as he dodges the pillow you throw at him.

ASHVEIL:

♡ pads? okay hold on, let him check how many credits he has left in his bank account. no no, you are not paying for them. over his dead body.

♡ i don't believe ashveil would be as enthusiastic as phainon or meticulous like anaxa, but it's more so his 'experience' comes from time itself.

♡ ashveil performs this task based off deduction and gathering of clues, like any good detective. it may not be detailed, but he has a general idea of what you want and how he should get the job done.

♡ maybe he'd feel a little awkward while he's buying the pads. not because of the act itself, but the fact that he's a tall old man (who looks young?) wearing a fedora with his arms crossed while looking at different brands.

♡ i mean, would you not get suspicious of such a guy?

♡ ashveil definitely does do the thing all old people do, the object far away as he snaps a pic with the phone close to his face for you to review. he takes a few, waits for your input, gets the ones you want and pays for them with whatever money he has left for the month.

♡ sanitary products are expensive, but you just let him worry about that, m'kay? your comfort is more important, and ashveil was raised to be a gentleman after all.

♡ when it comes to food, ashveil is going all out. he doesn't just buy wings. he buys you a whole meal. drinks, snacks, desserts, you name it. ashveil admits, he might've gotten a bit too carried away and he's blaming it on the appetite of that thing in his arm.

♡ no worries, if you can't finish it, the rest can be kept as leftovers. or maybe he'll eat it all, who knows.

♡ all in all, ashveil knows he's done a good job when he sees the grateful smile on your face. ah, how sweet his darling is.

"ashveil, how much was it all? i'll pay you back."

"ah, no. what did i say? it's on me. now start eating or else i'm stealing all your fries."

[harmonysanreads]

Phainon has a near magnetic pull towards your thighs. They're his personal cushion, the designated resting place for his hands whenever you two are sat beside each other, and more times than not, they're the recipient of his wandering thoughts, bored teases and nervous fondling.

However, should anyone confront the man on admitting which body part of you he likes the most? They should prepare themselves for a round of sputtering and at last, come equipped with protective gear. Because, how dare you imply that there are, or could be, parts of you that Phainon doesn't like?!

[notesfromthemirror]

the audience (me) yearns for clingy phainon

One More (Phainon x Reader)

A/N: Hi anon! :) I read “the audience (me) yearns for clingy Phainon” and my immediate reaction was: me too. And then I wrote it. At this point, I will never get over my Phainon missing hours… then again, I don’t want to. Hope you’ll enjoy! 💙

Tags: Tooth-Rotting Fluff. Clingy Phainon. Touch-Starved Phainon. Yearning. Established Relationship. Kissing. Cuddling. Public Displays of Affection. They Are Both Down Bad. Physical Affection.

Word count: 1162

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Phainon follows you around your chambers without meaning to.

You move, and some part of him simply adjusts. You go to refill your glass and when you stop near the counter he’s there, arms sliding around your waist from behind, chin coming to rest on your shoulder.

“You’re clingy today,” you murmur, smiling to yourself.

“Am I?” He sounds genuinely surprised.

You turn slightly to look at him and immediately regret it, because he’s looking back at you with that soft expression that makes it very difficult to remember what you were doing before.

“I missed you,” he says quietly.

His arms tighten slightly. His lips press to the side of your neck. You feel your eyes close involuntarily. Your hand finds his arm where it's wrapped around your waist and stays there.

“I’m right here,” you point out.

“Yes,” he agrees, against your skin. “That’s better.”

It happens at the market too.

You’re talking to the vendor, and Phainon is beside you, which is normal, except that his hand is around yours, which is also normal, except that partway through the conversation you feel him shift closer, his arm pressing along yours, his thumb making slow absent circles against your knuckles.

You glance at him.

He’s looking at the vendor with polite, attentive expression. Completely composed. His thumb does not stop moving.

You conclude your purchase. The moment you step away from the stall Phainon turns toward you immediately, fingers laced through yours now, and he falls into step beside you.

“You were impatient,” you observe.

“I was very patient.”

“You were doing the thumb thing.”

“The—” He considers this. “I don’t know what you mean.”

You look at him. He looks back, expression mild, and squeezes your hand once. The afternoon light is falling at a particular angle across the square, and he sees it and simply stops walking.

You turn. “What—”

He kisses you. Right there, in the middle of the square, one hand cupping your face. Someone passing makes a small surprised sound. Phainon doesn’t appear to notice and kisses you even deeper. When he pulls back his expression is completely unrepentant. “You were standing in the light,” he says, by way of explanation.

“That’s—” You are fighting a smile and losing. “That’s not a reason.”

“It felt like one.” He takes your hand again and keeps walking. “I stand by it.”

You look at his profile as he walks: the easy set of his shoulders, the slight upward curve of his mouth. He is entirely pleased with himself and entirely unbothered about it.

You feel something in your chest do something warm and completely beyond your control. Your hand finds his without thinking about it, and you hold on, and that’s the closest you can get to saying it.

Later, on the way home, you make the mistake of stopping to speak with someone you know.

It’s brief and friendly. Two minutes at most.

Phainon is very gracious about it and says all the right things. But his hand finds the small of your back partway through, and stays there. A steady, light pressure that you’d read as a simple affectionate gesture if you didn’t know him well enough to understand that it is also, underneath, a man quietly reminding himself that you’re here.

The moment you’re walking again he simply picks you up.

“Phainon—”

“My arms,” he says, already carrying you without any apparent effort, “have been underused.”

“You were holding my hand.”

“Insufficient.” He adjusts you against him with obvious contentment. “This is better.”

“People are looking.”

“Let them.”

He carries you for an entire block before you stop arguing.

At home, you’re trying to read, trying being the key word.

Phainon began the evening at the other end of the couch. This is no longer where Phainon is. Through some gradual drift you cannot fully account for, he has ended up half-draped over you: one arm around your waist, his head tucked against your shoulder, one leg pressed along yours.

His breathing is slow and even against your shoulder. He’s warm and smells like sun-warmed air and something faintly fresh beneath it.

You feel his weight against you and hear the soft sounds he makes as if touching you unclenches something in him bit by bit.

With every small movement, he presses closer into you, until you’re acutely aware of every point where your bodies touch and your whole skin tingles from it.

Every few minutes he kisses somewhere: your jaw, your neck, the curve of your shoulder. The corner of your mouth when you glance down at him, quick and soft, like he just couldn’t help it.

“You’re distracting,” you tell him.

“Mhm.” He sounds entirely untroubled.

You look back at your book. You read two paragraphs. Phainon presses his face into your neck and exhales. You lose the paragraph, then start it again.

“Dawnlight.”

“What?”

“You’re very beautiful.”

You blink down at him. He looks back up at you with an expression of complete sincerity. He is so open in this moment. So unguarded and soft, with his smile tangible in his whole being.

And there’s something about the way he loves that gets you every single time. You think you will never fully get used to it, no matter how long you have it.

You want to kiss him so badly your chest aches with it. Your body keeps trying to move closer, always closer, wanting to feel him everywhere even when there is no distance left to close. “…Thank you?” you reply finally, laughing fondly.

He considers this response. “I think I need another kiss.”

“You just had one.”

“Yes,” he says, patient, “and now I need another.”

You give him one, a smile tugging at your lips.

He puckers his lips again immediately, eyes still closed, waiting. You laugh and give him another.

Another.

And another.

“Phainon.”

“One more,” he says. “Dawnlight. Just one more.”

You kiss him again and he makes a small pleased sound against your mouth and catches your face in his hands before you can pull back, holding you there. The one more goes on considerably longer than advertised, his fingers spreading warm in your hair, his breath unsteady in a way that no amount of composure ever quite smooths over.

When he finally lets you breathe he rests his forehead against yours, eyes still closed. “You,” he says softly, “should not be allowed to be this.”

“This what?”

He opens his eyes and looks at you with everything he has. “This,” he says, like it’s its own complete answer.

You lean in and kiss his cheek. Then his other cheek. Then his forehead. He stays completely still through all of it, eyes closed, wearing the expression of a man receiving something he didn’t know he was allowed to want and craves it all the more for it.

“One more?” you ask.

Phainon takes a deep breath. Then, quieter than everything else, he says: “Please.”

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A/N: Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. :)

Masterlist.

[saotoru]

how they eat it

dante, nero, vergil x fem reader

tw cum eating

dante

dante is sloppy. he likes it filthy and messy. the sight of your sticky cunt covered with his cum drives him so fucking feral that he lowers his mouth onto you and laps it up, moaning at how good you both taste. he knows you’re still sensitive from your last orgasm, overstimulated by the way you squeal his name and pull on his hair, but dante doesn’t care. he needs to feel you cum on his face. he wants it so bad that he whines into your cunt, slipping two fingers inside you while his lips wrap around your clit, the sensitivity bringing you close to another orgasm.

“fuck, you taste so good, angel… tastes so good when you’re covered in me. cmon princess, squirt for me, please make a mess on me…”

a hand comes to press down on your lower abdomen and that’s enough to send you hurtling over the edge, all the pressure building up finally releasing. you shake violently while dante fucks you through your orgasm, but he’s got you, licking up all you have to offer. he pulls back for a moment to admire your pussy glistening with saliva, cum, and squirt, smoothing his hands over your thighs. “good job, pretty girl… give me another one, yeah?”

nero

nero is sweet, so gentle that it’s almost teasing. he’s nervous peeling off your panties to admire your pretty pussy, shiny with arousal. he’s so awestruck that he forgets he’s just staring and his warm breath tickles, making you close your thighs instinctively, a bit shyly.

“no, no,” he says as he gently pries your legs open once more. his eyes meet yours. “you’re so gorgeous.”

“nero…”

the whine in your voice is so cute that nero just can’t help but give you what you want. he presses a kiss at the junction of your thigh, his thumbs rubbing soft circles on your knees. “i know, baby.”

he loves to kiss everywhere first, softly, over both thighs and all over your pussy. he wants to show you how much you mean to him. it makes you squirm in anticipation with how slow he’s being, how ticklish his lips feel, that you almost whine again before finally feeling him press a long kiss to your clit. nero rewards you for your patience by making out with your sensitive clit, the moans it earns him spurring him on, his tongue parting your folds. he can’t get enough of your reaction, entranced by the way your hips twitch with every flick of his tongue. you’re so cute when you grind yourself against his face like this, that he can’t help but hump into the mattress, getting himself off to being used to make you cum.

vergil

vergil is actually feral. for someone who prides himself on composure and self control, he’s rough when he eats you out. he can’t help it. his burning desire to taste you is so overwhelming that all he can do is shove his face further into your pussy. he grips the soft flesh of your thighs hard and pins them to the bed, leaving you unable to squirm away from his relentless tongue. it’s too much, your clit still sore from your third orgasm but vergil isn’t done. he needs more. “your taste…” his voice is a growl, borderline inhuman. “it’s driving me insane.”

the nails digging into the flesh of your thighs become sharper, and you realize that he’s close to dting. the realization has your legs accidentally clamping around his head but vergil growls, large hands forcing you open and holding you still.

“enough. take it.”

you can’t interrupt him, not when he’s like this, not when he needs to have his fill of you. he mouths at your pussy, pressing his face into you as much as he can. slick coats his face, tongue, nose, everywhere, filling his senses with you, but it’s still not enough. he gives your clit a rough, hard lick, pleased how you writhe and whine beneath him. vergil loves how vulnerable and pliant you are, letting him make you cum again and again until he’s satisfied.

[saotoru]

10.24: HOW THEY EAT IT PT. 2 + DANTE & VERGIL

SYNOPSIS: what positions sparda bros like eating pussy in

CONTENT WARNINGS: fem!reader. ass eating. oral (f). anal. ass eating. fingering. a lot of overstimulation. pussy slapping. all acts are consensual whether explicitly stated or not.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: thank you for the love on the original ‘how they eat it’!!! <3

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST | MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

DANTE- FROM THE BACK

i’m here to preach the nasty dante agenda; he loves eating you out from the back. the first thing you’re greeted with the second you come home from work is his embrace. it’s innocent for all but a moment before dante’s hands wander down to paw at your clothes. in the seconds it takes you process his intentions, he’s already making them known by sinking down to his knees behind you and bringing the hem of your pants with him. each inch of skin he exposes gets kissed, and you can feel that typical, devilish smirk against your hip. “thought about you all day,” he murmurs, splaying a hand on your back to coax you to bend over and brace on the wall. your protests—that you haven’t showered yet, or that you were at work all day—all go ignored by dante burying his face in you and inhaling. no, he ignores you and licks a broad strip from your clit up to your asshole and moans.

he’s insatiable. completely shameless as he all but buries his face in you, hands spreading your cheeks so he can lap at your pussy. you taste soft, fucking good when you’re arched for him like this, exposed, and dante groans. stubble prickles your skin as he licks higher and higher, until he’s licking your hole and rimming you. the taste of you, the way you struggle to hold yourself upright makes his cock twitch but he ignores it, sinking a finger in your cunt instead, down to the knuckle. it’s too much, thick fingers fucking inside you, at first one, then two, until he’s stretching you out with three. and when he slips his tongue inside you feel so fucking full that tears blur your vision and you reach a hand behind to tug on his hair for him to slow down.

he doesn’t; if anything he only groans in response. “you look so pretty full of me. just want you to squirt. please. i know this sloppy pussy can, lemme taste it, angel…”

VERGIL- MATING PRESS

vergil will fold you in half when he eats you out. essentially mating press, where your thighs are pushed to your chest but it’s his face buried inside you instead of his cock. strong hands keep you pinned down while he all but devours you. that’s the only way to describe how vergil eats you out—completely, selfishly. here, he can lap at you without interruptions, without your thighs squeezing around his head and pushing him away. no, here you have to lay there and take it.

he’s not doing this for your pleasure. you know that much, otherwise he would stop after the first time you orgasmed. he would’ve been satisfied; he shouldn’t be stiffening his tongue and fucking it inside you to taste your cum. he tries to drink his fill—not meaning to let out low grunts when he feels your ankles cross behind his head and lock him there. and no matter how many times you cum and writhe and plead beneath him, he wants more.

and after what feels like hours, when he finally pulls away, he can’t look away from the mess he’s made of you. your spitslicked, wet folds only makes his mouth water and vergil realizes he’s still not satisfied.

“it’s not enough.” he grunts. he pushes his hair—normally well kept, now askew—away from his forehead in frustration. “i need more of you.”

you whine. “can’t, verg–s’too much.”

he lands a slap to your pussy. not hard enough to hurt, but light enough to make you flinch and clamp your thighs shut. “take it.” theres no room for argument–that’s the only warning you’re given before your thighs are shoved to your chest while vergil takes and takes and takes.

[noctunis]

Mngghhwhw your writing makes me feel all mushy gushy I adore it

Could I ask for Dante x oblivious reader? 🦀🦀

dante with an oblivious reader 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

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eee!! i’m glad you guys like my writing, i hope i did this request justice 😭😭

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intended lowercase, dante being a flirty bastard, nico and nero mentioned so kinda set in dmc5?? but you can imagine it’s anyone else / ignore the hc :), lmk if i missed anything!! 💕

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❥ hmm.. dante with an oblivious reader, where to begin..

❥ i think dante would think you were teasing him at first, always having him repeat things or tilt your head at a certain remark. he’d laugh it off and shake his head, leaving you to furrow your brows in thought of what he meant.

❥ you obviously know what flirting is, but even when it’s so painfully in front of your face, you just can’t seem to see it for some reason. and when dante realizes this, he’s suddenly like ‘oh that makes sense’ and everything clicks. so he only turns up the flirting times ten.

❥ tries to drop more direct hints and direct comments but i imagine he’d either just make you flustered or— with his luck, get interrupted and would eventually end in you not taking a hint once again.

❥ if you were traveling with nico and nero, they’d literally be BEGGING you to see the signs. which you’d be confused by because— dante’s just a friend? sure he gets a little flirty, but he’s like that with everybody!!

❥ and they’re just, “no honey, no 🙂”

❥ dante tries his best to be as forward as possible.. without telling you that he has feelings for you.. without simultaneously trying to say it in a way where he doesn’t sound like a weirdo?

❥ dante does find your oblivion cute, rather purposefully teasing you and cornering you, even gently grabbing your chin and lifting it up to make eye contact with him if you’re too embarrassed. so then you’ll have to finally understand what he’s doing right??

❥ and if you don’t, oh my goodness he’s out of ideas.

❥ he will just straight up tell you “i want you” and you’re just like “oh. so everybody else was right!!” 😭

❥ he still finds your cluelessness adorable, even if he struggles with having you take a hint most of the time. dante almost finds it.. endearing? you may not be innocent or clueless about everything, but he just likes teasing you when he can lol.

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“i’m tellin’ ya,” nico put her hand on your shoulder as she turned her head and exhaled some smoke, “DANTE’s sweet on ya.”

you scoffed and turned back to the road, trying to ignore the way she smirked at your annoyance. “he does not.”

“does too.”

“does not!”

“does—!” before this bickering back and forth could go on any longer, nero silenced both of you with a sleepy, “shut up.”— to which both you and nico silently snickered and turned your attention back to the road, starting up the engine and heading off again.

that late night conversation floated mindlessly around your head, barely occurring even when you talked to dante. he couldn’t have had feelings for you, right? dante was just.. dante. he practically flirted with everybody, shamelessly at that.

but when you’d spot him at the office or across the numerous groups of demons littering the desolate vicinities, nico’s face always came to mind. that stupid grin on her face when you’d deny it and the way she gave you a dismissive hum when you told her it’d never happen. you didn’t want it to happen, why would you? dante wasn’t for you. why would you be considering these possibilities when there was no way dante could have feelings for you?

until he did. you had thought that until now, where he caged you in between the wall and pierced through you with his silver eyes, one quality him and his brother shared, although dante’s were much more lenient.

“hello?” his voice broke through the thoughts clouding your brain. he cocked his head in bemusement, waiting for a reaction from you.

“what were you saying?”

“i’m saying that i like you.”

you paused as your eyes darted everywhere but him. surely, you looked frazzled and embarrassed at the proximity of you and dante— before you finally said, “oh.” he had said it so nonchalantly, as if it was common knowledge. you thought back to nico and wondered if she really was trying to help you that night.

“so..” awaiting an answer, dante quirked a brow as he threw you another lazy grin, perhaps amused in your flustered state. “what ever shall we do about that?” leaning in closer, you could see his eyes staying fixated on your face, although your kept your own pair glued to the side.

“i dunno.” you rushed out.

dante pouted, “you don’t know? c’mon, you must have some idea.”

“a.. date?” wincing at how awkward you sounded, you tore your eyes from a spot in the hardwood floors of the devil may cry office and back onto him. an evident pleased look on his face told you that he was finally glad you figured it out. he backed away from you and put a hand on his hip.

letting a soft laugh escape his lips, he pushed back his hair, “so i’ll pick you up at nine, tomorrow?”

[noctunis]

So excited to see a new DMC writer on Tumblr 🎉🎉 could I request just some domestic headcanons with Dante?

domestic dante hc’s 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

dante (devil may cry) x reader

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thank you for this req!! saw the lack of dmc fics and decided to just make some myself lol. hope you guys enjoy my stuff 💕

┊ ˚➶ warnings ｡˚ 🎼

few curse words? just lots of fluff mainly

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❥ oh my gosh please take care of DANTE because he honestly neglects himself and his place

❥ whatever you do, don’t imagine you and dante doing dishes—an activity he absolutely hates—while you tell him all the gossip you find out

❥ he simply gasps and ‘ooh’s at everything, mouth occasionally dropping open at certain scandals

❥ he’s literally the perfect person to gossip with

❥ whatever you do, don’t imagine running your hands through dante’s hair as you lather the shampoo, the suds tinted a dark red and brown from all the blood and grime of his job as he throws his head back with a groan

❥ whatever you do, DON’T imagine dante placing his hands on your waist as he tugs you closer to him, feet coming down from their resting spot on the desk so you could stand between his legs as he looks up at you with gazing blue eyes

❥ i am feral oh my goodness

❥ and definitely don’t imagine tending to the bruises and scrapes that he comes home with

❥ even though dante’s body perfectly capable of healing itself, he loves when you baby him

❥ because he’s at work a lot or is tryna pay off his bills, he loves just coming home and spending time with you when he can

❥ honestly collapses on the couch (or bed, whichever’s closer) and encourages you to join, face still buried in the pillow as he beckons you over with an open hand

❥ if you wear makeup and fall asleep with it on, dante will try his best to clean it off for you

❥ except he’s like.. rlly bad at it lmfao

❥ but the thoughts there!! he’s trying his best 💔💔

❥ the type of guy to call you the cheesiest nicknames tho

❥ like.. babycakes? really 😭?

❥ also gives light swats at your ass if you bend over, i’m sorry but it’s true

❥ likes touching you with at least some part of his body, if you sleep then your legs gotta lock or if you’re on the couch his arms around you

❥ but good luck because this man is a FURNACE

❥ if you have anemia / low iron or like any other condition where you can get pretty cold, this man is your lifeline

❥ read a fic about dante carrying like tons of bags after he spoiled you and went shopping with you despite not even having money to pay bills at the devil may cry and let me just say i am an avid believer of that as well

❥ you’ll literally be walking away from a cute necklace or pair of shoes and then you turn around and think wheres dante?

❥ then you just see him hauling ass towards you as he tries to keep up with all the bags he has in his hands while you spot the small rectangular velvet box in his hands

❥ ugh

❥ i wont him

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DANTE watched as soft snores fell from your parted lips, hair splayed out below you crazily. he knew those would be a bitch to comb out later, but he couldn’t focus on anything else on the fact that the sunlight was hitting you just right, your skin coated in a deep gold as it reflected off your body.

you could’ve told dante you were an angel, and he would’ve believed you in a heartbeat. he’ll admit, he was a sucker for moments like these. even if seemed odd in retrospect, he just enjoyed seeing you so serene.

his eyes flickered around the room, trying to find a way to occupy his brain without waking you up before they finally fell on the black plastic remote that lay under your head.

dante’s hand slowly inched over, fingers almost tip-toeing their way over to you as he touched the remote. he was careful to pull it from under you, tugging it very slightly despite the weight of your head resting on it.

you stirred, making dante’s eyes widen as he paused his movements and bit his lip, even making a point so as to hold his breath. you licked your lips, dry from sleep as your head turned over to the other side of the pillow, sighing as you felt the coolness beneath your face.

dante exhaled in relief, before grabbing the remote and turning the tv off as he made sure to turn the volume down so you wouldn’t awake. even if a few minutes later you did anyways.

your eyelashes fluttered open as you caught dante muttering something at the tv, his eyes glued to some crappy reality tv show as they cut to an interview of a girl on the show. he scowled when he saw her, to which you softly laughed, tone gravelly from the thick coat of sleep still layering your voice. dante turned his head, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as he softly shushed you and coaxed you to go back to sleep.

“‘s alright, just go back to sleep baby.”

“can’t really go back to sleep when you’re shit-talking the contestants, dante.” you smiled at him as he admired you, gazing down upon you as you stretched your limbs and rubbed the sleep away from your eyes, attention turning to the tv.

“what season is this?” you asked. dante’s hand never left your hair as his hands ran through it, careful not to snag on any tangles before responding with a quiet, “three.”

and in that moment when you looked back at him, eyes filled to the brim with nothing but adoration, he could’ve sworn his heart had stopped. dante felt as if the sun favored you, because every time you stepped in it, somehow you looked absolutely ethereal.

yeah, dante thought, he liked these small moments you two shared.

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[sweetestpeacreates]

Hi!! I was wondering if you could make moon (and maybe a mix of moon and star?) dividers? The ones you’ve made so far are so cute and I was so shocked you only had three posts so far!!! <3

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[magdalenespromise]

Phainon boyfriend headcanons

Rating : SFW

Pairing : Phainon x Reader (no gender specified)

+600 words

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Phainon is the kind of man that takes you on a date at least once a week, and it’s non-negociable. If you refuse, he will give you the saddest puppy eyes known to man because he knows you can’t say no to that.

Phainon tries his best to fix his horrible fashion taste for you. Though it’s not perfect, it is definitely better than when he used to pull out yellow&purple or pink&green combos. He will definitely pull them up again just to get a reaction out of you.

Phainon loves to play with your hair whenever you’re lying in bed on his chest. On the same note, he absolutely adores when you run your fingers through his hair when he has all of his weight on you.

Phainon will absolutely cook for you, and you better like salad, because it’s there to accompany every single dish when he’s the one to make dinner. He will also encourage you to make your favorite dishes, or the ones from your homeland! He’s actually very eager to learn how food from your home tastes like.

Phainon is very proud of his arms, as we all know. That means he will sometimes scoop you up with one arm out of the blue. Be it at home, or outside, just to get you flustered. You just finished packing your groceries? Of course he’ll carry them home, with you on the other arm!

Phainon will volunteer to do the chores as it keeps him busy, but he will sometimes ask you to teach him how to do the most basic cleaning task just so he can spend more time with you (and annoy you a little).

Phainon will sneak up on you from behind, holding you close if you happen to be so focused on a task that you didn’t quite give him the attention he wants. He’d take it upon him at first, but if he’s going too long without at least a kiss or a hug, he’s going insane, you are like a drug to him. And you better not tell him to leave you alone for now, because you are absolutely not escaping him like that.

Phainon does not quite get jealous. First because he’s always at your side so here isn’t very much room for anyone to pick up on you, second he trusts you with his whole life. He’s entirely devoted to you and excepts the same from you, which you are obviously! But if anyone still tried to flirt with you, he’ll put an arm around your waist, and give the person a smile that says « try somewhere else ».

Phainon will protect you no matter what it takes. You could be stronger than him (which is unlikely to happen) and totally capable of protecting yourself, that you’d still find him standing out before you if you were in any trouble.

Phainon needs you by his side to have a good night sleep. He used to be able to sleep properly (more or less) on his own, but now that he’s met you, his nights are a lot shorter if you’re not here. If you happen to take too much time to go to bed and keep him waiting, he’ll pull you out of whatever thing you were doing to go to bed. He’ll say you need to rest and fix your schedule anyway, but you gladly oblige.

Phainon has nightmare issues. The weight of the cycles are too heavy to bear, and he plays it off like it’s nothing, so it comes back eating at him during his sleep. When he wakes during the night, it’s in sweat. He doesn’t make a lot of noise, as he is too used to those nightmares, but he will still reach out for you, and hold you to ground himself. Sometimes, you’ll wake up to find out his hair went gold during the night, which usually happens after a nightmare. If you could give him extra affection when that happens, as he remains uncomfortable with this side of him around you, you’ll definitely make his heart melt! (no pun intended). And it will also help comforting him with the nighmares.

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End note : Forget I said anything about not posting again, I’m actually having more fun writing than I thought.

I love yearning/clingy Phainon, he deserves the entire world.

I’ll probably do a part 2? Maybe do NSFW hcs… I don’t know yet. Also not proof-read.

There's something I wanted to add here, but I don't remember what it was... I'll update the note if it ever comes back to mind.

Hope you enjoy it anyway :)