phainon is a tit man for sure. big, small, perky, or sagging, he just can't keep his hands off them!
you could be doing literally anything and here he is coming up behind you and nuzzling into the crook of your neck before whispering a pitiful little, "can i?" just to make sure.
upon your assurance, he snakes his warm hands underneath whatever big shirt of his you have on and cups your tits like it's his favorite thing to do. (it's definitely one of them)
he loves how soft and warm they are in his hands, so perfect to just hold. he could spend all day gently groping your chest, always being careful not to squeeze too hard or do anything that could possibly cause his sunshine any discomfort <3
Phainon, who got so nervous asking you out that he meticulously planned out everything months in advance, only to suddenly blurt it out one evening when he was sleepy and he thought you looked too pretty (not that you always weren't, but with the moonlight framing your face and the quiet atmosphere, he couldn't help it). Even when you say yes, he insists on asking you out "properly" anyway.
Phainon, who is so excited to show you off to everyone he knows. He always holds your hand in his whenever you're both walking down Marmoreal Market, always kissing your cheek even when you're embarrassed from the public displays of affection.
Phainon, who, for all his confidence and teasing, blushes incredibly easily. That man cannot take even the slightest bit of flirting from you without turning bright red and stammering. This is something you like to take advantage of, especially to tease him in front of his friends who already know how absolutely down bad he is for you.
Phainon, who was — and always has been — a lover boy at heart. He writes you letters while he's away on long missions, letters that would put the most renowned poets to shame. Not once would he let you doubt that he's found someone else or that his love for you was fading. If anything, he was the one afraid of you falling out of love for him, and he expresses this very clearly in his letters. When you receive them, it always came with a little gift. A flower he found by the road, a cool coin he found at a ruin… whatever it was, it always made you smile with how excitedly he wrote about it.
Phainon, who is so, so soft with you. He knows how physically strong he is, so he tries extra hard not to hurt you. It's especially evident during late nights when you're spiralling as he holds you close, head to his chest, as if he could take away everything that's bothering you. He whisper quiet reassurances, fingers running through your hair to drown out the thoughts.
(I give 0 fucks about whatever hsr is doing with Phainon I will create my own happiness)
You grabbed his face into your hands, he quietly stared at you and blinked out of confusion. He wasn't foreign to your affections but you just walked over to him from all across the room right now..
You pressed a light kiss to his forehead for 5 seconds, slowly separating and staring at him. A gaze full of love. "Something up?" He asked with a chuckle. "Not really" you replied.
You just suddenly had a feeling to kiss him to shower him with affection out of nowhere, were you going mad?
You planted another set of kisses over his eyelashes, cheeks lips, nose everywhere.
"You know you're loved right?" You ask, your expression looks almost sad and Phainon doesn't understand why. "Yes, that I do" he initiates a kiss this time and it's more intimate and deep.
After you both pull away you still don't let go but hug him tight this time, head over his shoulder one hand caressing his hair.
♱ | thirty-three million, five hundred fifty thousand, three hundred thirty three cycles, and the one time you let phainon marry you.
𖤝 including ⠀! ⠀phainon ◟ 𖤝 warnings ⠀! ⠀spoilers for the new 3.4 trailblaze mission-ish, phainon and you are married here, angst, no beta we die like polluxia
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“phainon, what is it that you wish for?”
years ago, phainon would have answered with utmost confidence. “i’d like to open an antique shop!”
the reply came out smooth and hurried, as if he had been waiting for someone to ask him that particular question for centuries. he’d beam at you, all glistening white teeth with a slight chip because he tripped over some crates. you’d chuckle. because phainon’s dream of being a shop owner somehow never made sense — but when he said it like he’s so sure it would happen, you’re left speechless and mindlessly nodding to whatever plans he had.
a quaint shop in a bustling city. not unknown but not quite out in the open like the other stalls. the walls would be painted a light blue or gray, shelves would be lined up everywhere like soldiers guarding a palace. antiques from both of your adventures will line up every wooden platform. phainon will welcome the patrons with a smile, dressed in drapes he stole from you because you once teased him for not having any sense in fashion (because in his mind, you were the image of what it meant to fashionable, and what better way to showcase that he was yours than by wearing the garments that showed off your beauty?). and you’d manage the counter, boringly writing down the day's sales, and lecture him for not choosing a more practical job.
phainon would laugh, reach for your hand over the counter and playfully wiggle his fingers in a motion you found weird when you try to dodge his grip. and he’d pout. all his upper muscle slouched on the wooden counter, covering your important papers as he whines, “[name] doesn’t love me anymore!”
and like clockwork, you’d flush to the tips of your ears in embarrassment. you’d smack his face with a rolled up piece of paper, but it does more harm than good. he caught your wrist — strong enough to make you pause but also enough for you to slip away if you really wanted to. but you never do. and that big grin on his face as he rounded the counter is the biggest piece of evidence. you could try to yank your arm back and make a run for it. but as the cogs in your mind were swirling, phainon pulled you closer.
“now you’re trying to avoid me!” he exclaimed. “do you really not love me anymore?”
you take a shaky inhale as you peered up at the man that towered over you. in your frustration of missing that scrawny crybaby from your village, you jabbed a finger at his throat. the sudden shock of your actions has him choking on air and you let out a triumphant huff. you quickly regretted it though. because when you try to take advantage of his distracted state and slip away, a strong arm lets go of your wrist to instead wrap around your waist. now, to your absolute horror, you stand with your back firmly against phainon’s chest.
“come on now, that wasn’t fair.” he whispered lowly into your ear. his warm breath trickled down to the very fibers under your skin — rattling your existence with goosebumps as he buried his nose into the crook of your neck.
“phainon, we are in public. have some decorum.” you huffed out in mild annoyance, but your tone carried no real malice. in fact, phainon took it as an invitation to pull you impossibly closer and continuously whisper a question you’d never think he’d remember.
“what about you [name]? what do you wish for?”
“...”
“i see…”
though you made no verbal reply, phainon understood. he always has.
“do you think we made a difference?”
“i’d like to think we did,” you’d reply in an instant. maybe too quickly, but you’d digress from the topic if you mulled over it. the shop had turned quiet. no knock at the front door asking if you’re still open. no laughter from the children playing outside. not even a single breeze came to greet the wind chime phainon got for your birthday. it was dead silent. even when the afternoon sky unnaturally bled into dusk, the evening felt dead silent.
you exhaled, ghastly white hand tracing slow shapes on phainon’s arm that remained secure around your waist. through the dimly lit room where you can barely make out the figures of antiques, the ceiling from the floors, from yourself to the warm body behind you — one thing remained constant.
“you never told me where you got this ring from.”
phainon chuckled. his chin resting on your shoulder as his hand cradled your own. a calloused index finger and thumb traced over the gold band on your ring finger. “of all things you can ask, that’s what you come up with?” he teased. but there was little warmth in his voice.
“would you rather ask what cycle we are in now?”
“...”
“i thought so.”
“you’re unfair.” he mumbled into your shoulder. “i just wanted to be with you — even if it's just in one cycle. is that too much to ask?”
you’d normally say yes.
across hundreds of centuries — of over thirty-three million, five hundred fifty thousand, three hundred thirty three cycles — you have not given phainon a single chance to be with you. not until now, that is. but even when he ignored the call of destiny, phainon still found himself in the golden city of okhema — not as a hero, but as a lovesick fool who just opened a shop with his lover.
“how many centuries has your injury gone?” you asked, leaned more into his touch as the cracks on the walls began to form. time was running, but surprisingly, you didn't panic. you simply let phainon hold onto you tighter, the fabric on your shoulder felt damp.
“i don’t even know,” he replied, broken and airy. like the last bits of oxygen had been stolen from his lungs and rendered him unable to have one final breath — forced to stay in stagnation where he transcended over any mortal and watched as others died at his feet.
“phainon,” you called out. a hand rising to plant itself atop his head, caressing his unruly white hair. “what is it that you wish for?”
“but i already told you.”
“that’s only one of the many wishes you have,” you remind him. “and don’t lie to me. i remember them all.”
surprisingly, he laughed. “you seriously want me to believe that you remember every little wish i make?”
“why not?” you quipped with a raised brow, a challenge. “during your sixteenth, you wished for more sheep at the village so we can have more wool to make clothes. during your hundredth, it was for a better water system because you’d often wake up with your shoes soaked from a leak. during one hundred and twelve — or was it thirteen? — that was the first time you—”
“i wished to marry you. yeah, i remember that one.” he buried his face deeper in the crook of your neck. “how could i not?”
“do you believe me now?”
phainon chuckled again in disbelief. his white hair swayed with the way he shook his head and tickled your cheek. after agonizing minutes of being wrapped in his arms, you’d assume he wanted to mesh you both into one being — one rib to the next, one half for a heart, and a dream that’s always been shared even after thirty-three million cycles.
he finally lets you go after he pressed one final kiss on your shoulder. like magic, phainon no longer wore the clothes he had stolen from your wardrobe. he wore nothing at all — only the cracking of his chest, molten gold, and deep blue.
“i always hated it when you saw me like this,” he confessed. his once delicate and calloused hand had been replaced by coatings of dark matter and divine gold. “when you first saw me, you called me a monster.”
“well what did you expect from me?” you asked in exasperation at the memory. phainon only chuckled as the cracking sounds of the wall grew louder and louder. but you ignore it. how could you find it in yourself to look away when phainon, for the second time, kneeled before you on one knee, his lips ghosting over the finger with your ring.
“i don’t regret it, you know,” phainon murmured into your knuckles. “as long as you’re in it, i can’t find a reason to regret anything. so thank you, for giving me a chance to at least marry you — even if it was a little short lived.”
“everything is short lived when it comes to you.”
you hate this.
the eerie silence. the waiting. the goodbyes that will be repeated over, and over again. how your voice shakes, the sadness in phainon’s eyes — you hated it more than the pain of having to be buried by the man you loved the most for over thirty-three million cycles.
“don’t cry. it’s going to be okay,” his got off of his knee and stood at his full height. a careful hand unhurriedly wipes away the tears that escaped your perfectly masked face. phainon pulls you closer, his hand still planted at your cheek, as he pressed another final kiss on your lips. this one lingered for a little too long as a loud boom resonated in the distance.
phainon was the first to pull away, and you hated how you tried to chase after the taste of home.
“i have to go now.”
you hold onto his hand — tighter than yesterday or any of your previous cycles. “i know.”
phainon smiled and pulled you into a final kiss before planting another to your forehead, “let’s meet again.”
“hopefully under different circumstances this time?”
he chuckled and nuzzled your cheek, “under different circumstances. or any circumstance, actually. you know i could never last without at least you once a day.”
“i love you,” you murmured as he pulled away. phainon summoned his sword and left through the decaying front door, but not without throwing one final glance.
“i love you, too, [name]. more than the universe.”
“what about you [name]? what do you wish for?”
the answer was pretty simple. as the sounds of battle raged on outside, as your lover screamed in pain, and as destruction bloomed like spring flowers, you simply sat back down where you normally would in your quaint antique shop. you skimmed through your important papers, and watched as your figure dissipated into small bubbles of light.
“all i’ve ever wished for is for phainon to finally be happy. that will never change.”
request no.2: not really sure who u could do this with but like a character gets thrown into our world and is very out of place due to culture here (like that one rp we did ages ago but for hsr characters)
i'm thinking a few characters here: i would say the trailblazer cuz it would be funny, aventurine, maybe mydei, phainon, jing yuan, and anaxa. you can do one or do headcanons for all LOL you decide
໒⦂ 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐇𝐂𝐒.
notes. tenk yew for the request and tip pook, decided to do the amphoreus trio since they’re the most disconnected from our world, so hope das cool w you and uhhhh baby’s first time writing mydei and anaxa..
genre. crack + fluff + reverse isekai
ft. phainon, anaxa, mydei
gn!reader.
➫ 𝓟𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗡 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗
⌗ this is.. not a new cycle, which is the first thing he realizes upon seeing the new environment that he has found himself in. if anything, maybe he was dreaming- there was no way anywhere on amphoreus had looked like this, as far as he was concerned- not to mention the technology he's never seen before, either. but as he pinched himself.. the pain seemed to tell him otherwise
⌗ you were.. more or less asleep when it happened; let's say it was a long day, where you just laid down — and it was history from there. no dailies were done, homework / work / responsibilities were an after thought- nothing was of any relevance to you.
⌗ well, until you felt poking at your cheek. gentle prodding and calls of an all too familiar voice. you were dreaming, surely you were- there was no shot that phain shit was calling out to you from beyond the subconscious.. but he was- he very much was.
⌗ and goodness gracious you almost pissed yourself right on the spot once your eyes did open to find this guy leaning over you, raising a brow with this sheepish smile as he attempted to get some form of an answer out of you after having disrupted your rest
⌗ gosh why was he so perfect? truly, the best husband- everyone else around you paled in comparison- nobody could hold ANYTHING to this guy.. which is why this had to be a dream.
⌗ it wasn't. it really wasn't.
⌗ "my apologies- i don't mean to disrupt your rest, friend! but i.. seem to have found myself a little out of place- unless this is some part of amphoreus that i haven't gotten the chance to see.."
⌗ this man was unreal- he had to be.. and yet he wasn't. as you shot up and scooted back against your headboard on instinct, you felt a dull pain from the impact.. which should be enough to tell you that this was not in fact a dream
⌗ a normal person might have screamed or thrown stuff, saying that he should get out of your room or that the convention was elsewhere- that you weren't into roleplay.. but you answered his question with honesty.. and then bombarded him with some ones of your own- i mean come on, how often did phainon appear in your bedroom dude..
⌗ he was vague at first with his explanations, but given your honesty and what he could surmise.. it seemed like there wasn't much use in hiding if he wanted to find a way back to everyone to fulfill the prophecy- so he elaborated on what he could.
⌗ you.. pretty much knew everything already, but went along with what he said, anyway, and informed him on where he was- explaining that you were not in fact on amphoreus, and that for whatever reason that you did not manage to quite catch, he had ended up in your room
⌗ unlike the others, i feel like phainon might be a little more antsy about wanting to get back to amphoreus. he's trying his best to look for ways back, has you search through the entire game ( as you introduce it to him ) for a loophole to get him back.. but there's literally nothing- it makes no sense
⌗ you feel bad- you wish you could do more for him, but perhaps the answer was not really something to be found in the game, but maybe something that had to happen or take place between you two?
⌗ like the others- you kinda had to get him new clothes, or to at least shed some layers to pass for what society deemed as menswear- and brother.. you had to drag him away from the god damn purple and yellow combo you will NOT be seen in public with a beautiful man dressed like that.
⌗ you settle for this cute light academia kinda look, following the color palette on the clothing he wears in game- so that's cool, and he's quite happy with it too- i mean aglaea dresses him, so it's nothing new to him.. though the fashion is refreshing, so he is quite astounded by it upon initial purchase.
⌗ tho, bro's a little too comfortable with undressing around you though, like HELLO?? and offering to share a bath?? dawg- you JUST met.. but i guess stuff like that doesn't really come off to him as weird, it's a difference in culture, perhaps- which you.. tried to understand ( unless its normal in yours then uh!!! no problem at all! )
⌗ cuz you don't wanna coop him up in your room, you take him out maybe to some local shops and the weekly fresh market, which reminds him a lot of his own home- but just that he was spending this with you, which was kinda different- a good kind of different that he might have been missing out on up until now
⌗ something something karaoke?? yk phainon's theme, coronal radiance? angsty i know but the vocals in there have made me hc that it's him yknow singing the song, so i feel like bro would just have this beautiful voice oughghghg and i think that voice just gotta come out so karaoke it is.. even if he probably knows NONE of the songs you wanna sing, let alone half the choices or genres- but it was a good time, trust
⌗ the prophecy is still in the back of his mind, but it starts to dull a little, where he becomes.. conflicted, to say the least. this accident of him arriving to you was some of the nicest and most carefree days that he has spent in the longest time, where he hasn't had to worry about protecting everyone or playing the hero. it was foreign at first, naturally, but something that came to make him hesitate on his return..
⌗ moreover, being with you was like a fresh breath of air- something he could only ever dream of having because there was no shot at all of having something like this with the type of life he leads. selfishness begins to brim in him, and he's torn between giving into allowing the world to just unravel without his intervention and surrender to fate.. or return to fulfill his duties as the deliverer.
➫ 𝓐𝗡𝗔𝗫𝗔 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗
⌗ he SEEMS like he’s the calmest one about this whole occurrence. bro spawns into your room and is like huh, okay — this is unfamiliar, surely there is some sort of logical explanation for how he ended up in this new place and where it even was, but there's a little bit of excitement that he's feeling too!
⌗ so he conducts his own research with what he is given, aka your room, y'know checking things out, taking in his surroundings.. and then starts to notice the game on your setup — comrades of his that he recognizes.. and some decor that bears a striking resemblance to himself..
⌗ he questions it in his head, committing it to memory before he would eventually form a hypothesis.. until he sees his splash art with 'anaxa' written, and that's the final nail in the coffin.
⌗ whoever this person was, they fucked up.
⌗ and that person was you, i fear.. you were coming home from whatever- be it school, work or anywhere but your room ( i know, i know hermits, i hear you- maybe you were hitting up that bathroom or getting food idk ), walking through your door like it was any other day.. and suddenly you were staring down the barrel of this man's glock.
⌗ your first instinct probably should have been to scream, maybe question how the hell a cosplayer got into your home and why their prop was charging up- because that should not be real.. this man was NOT in your room right now.
⌗ so you did what you probably should not have done, and accepted that it was natural selection. your fictional crush was here to bring you death, and i guess if you were gonna die at least it might make you both into a greek tragedy or something.
⌗ except the shot never came, the firearm lowering from your face as the distance was crossed between you and the professor, aqua-magenta locking in on you- assessing. man oh man, you were fucked, weren't you?
⌗ "whoever you might be," he began, leaning into your bubble with one eye narrowed, pressing the tip of his weapon against your chest. "it's anaxagoras. get it right."
⌗ ..okay you weren't dead, but holy fuck that man could fire at any given moment, and it was all over his name. how was it your fault that the drip marketing and game itself had used 'anaxa'?! what did he expect you to do- grab a sharpie and add 'goras' to the end of his name??
⌗ honestly you were more or less baffled, and before you can begin to ask what the hell he was doing in your room, how he got there- and above all if you were tripping balls because this was too real to be a cosplayer.. he was asking you the questions. where he was, who you were, how you knew him ( because he hadn't formed a concrete response based on what he'd observed so far ) — yeah, anything and everything pretty much until he was satisfied.
⌗ you can't even remember if you got around to asking how he got there because he seemed to explain it somewhere along the way without your asking, and based on his behavior.. it was safe to assume you were met with the real deal.
⌗ it was decided ( more like asserted ) that he would be staying with you for the time being, searching for a way back while observing the new world he was thrust into, alongside the things that were new to him, and.. well, you. cuz you, too, were a subject of interest.
⌗ if you're in academics, you can bet he's helping you out at home with any work or assignments you have, blowing you away with his intelligence- but no matter how much you begged, pleaded and filled his ego.. he would not do your work for you</3 if you have a job instead or other responsibilities- he might consider sharing the latter with you, but yeah anything school or work related- that's for you, homeslice
⌗ coffee shop + bookstore + antique store outings! you feel like he might enjoy those sorts of venues, or even a planetarium visit might also do it for him- you just wanna take him around to some place you've kinda associated with him- fulfill some of those delusions a little
⌗ there are no dromas, but he spotted some dinosaur looking merch or figures / plushes and kinda had to pause to take it all in. like woah, this was not very commonly seen back home, and there were all kinds of variants- which was.. something you did have to explain to him, and clarify they no longer existed, but that a study was dedicated to them ( paleontology )
⌗ safe to say that your plushie collection may have grown, and that showing him pokemon also seemed to burn a hole through your wallet but you know what- it's fine dawg, this a once in a lifetime opportunity- you were gonna soak it up even if it meant going just a TINY bit broke
⌗ it was needless to say that you would be visiting a lot more museums with anaxa around, but it wasn't an issue- it was.. sweet to see him show this innocent side of wonder, rather than the usual demeanor he carried with himself. moreover that he was willing to share it with you.
⌗ ykw he's lowkey dripped out in star rail, i think bro would fuck with shopping for clothes. he wants to serve cunt, have you seen the way he walks? you definitely gotta get that man to a mall and THEN to the club because i think he could bust down. nobody would expect it but i feel like he got it in him. just uh.. leave the glock at home..
⌗ when the time nears to return, or i guess the thought that he had to go back to amphoreus.. he's filled with hesitance to go back. he has students that need him- his fellow chrysos heirs, too, but life here has just been so refreshing- there's so much to learn about and hardly enough time to dedicate to that. not to mention things were hitting off a little with you, and it just felt- wrong to leave you behind just like that, after this time you'd spent together. he wondered if maybe.. you might like to join him?
➫ 𝓜𝗬𝗗𝗘𝗜 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗
⌗ good grief, you have no idea how much you’re in for bro.. this man bouta turn your whole world upside down
⌗ honestly you went to the bathroom when it happened; you thought you could walk away while you left your shit on auto, thinking that would be enough to farm for whoever you were pulling next ( or had already pulled ) and then.. homeboy died
⌗ the rest of the farming must have finished without any more fallen characters, because only mydei found himself in this newfound domestic setting — comrades evidently missing, and an all too calm atmosphere.
⌗ part of him thought it to be an illusion, going as far as to call upon his powers and raw strength to shatter through the possible mirage he'd awaken in.. until the door suddenly swung open, revealing someone he had never seen before in his life
⌗ and that someone, aka you, had gone as far as to lunge right for his arm, knocking the two of you down in the process- thankfully on the bed.. but still man, little bit much for a first meeting
⌗ honestly he would have thrown you off immediately, but he was just so baffled at your display of strength ( cuz i am almost sure bro is NOT a lightweight in build ), and at the fact that you possibly knew something that he didn't about this new environment
⌗ i mean, duh, it's your room, so..
⌗ still, you can bet that once he snaps from his stupor, he'll say some shit like, "you would place your hands so casually on the crown prince of castrum kremnos?"
⌗ the answer is yes.
⌗ after questioning how he had gotten into your room and asking 392044820 times if he was there in the flesh, you had to give a long-winded explanation of where he was, who you were, and what he was allowed to do and not do in the world you lived in. because brother- the last thing you needed was to see a report on the tv, halfway into your lunch about a strawberry blond throwing hands with people in the streets.
⌗ you also had to get him some clothing that is less.. on the nose, and also a little more suitable for being seen in public with him. you insisted on a sweater or turtleneck but he didn't want anything too warm or constricting, so he settled for the fitted t-shirt and sweats combo ( SLUT )
⌗ he did start to develop a thing for alt wear though
⌗ acai bowls bro? he's fucking that shit up, especially the ones with pomegranate in them, like fah you took him to this one place that customizes them in front of you ( subway style ) and he was pleasantly surprised in how tasty the result was
⌗ he's not really used to leisure life, he's got that warrior mindset so he feels immensely disconnected to a life that centers around little to no combat and is basically just.. a slice of life, for lack of better wording, but it's not too horrible- it's just something to get used to.
⌗ i honestly see him getting into a sport maybe to keep up some form of activity; like some kinda martial arts if he wants to go for combat, or i could see him playing either soccer or basketball — idk man i feel like bro could kick / toss, tyat and there's constant movement.. although somebody might get injured tho..
⌗ for either sport, i feel like the basket or goal would bust on his first try- just shatters from the sheer impact of the dunk or score and bro.. you've never wanted the ground to swallow you up wholly or freak out so bad bc hello? that is a sexy display- aside from the destruction..
⌗ you take him to a theme park one day to get him out and about for a bit, and he's quite good at a lot of the games! you spoke absently about wanting to get prizes and having trouble doing so, which sorta pushed him to get you plushies to take home<3 he also really enjoyed the rides, they gave him the same type of rush that he gets in battle, so that definitely filled in that void he was missing
⌗ in the back of his mind, he knows this isn't entirely forever- that his people needed him, and that he had responsibilities back home, rather than this new home he had found himself growing used to, but for once.. he finds difficulty wanting to return to his life, and it definitely has something to do with you
⌗ you showed him a side to life he never really knew, and taught him all these new things either found in the world you live in, or just some things he didn't quite care to look into back on amphoreus. it felt a little.. disheartening to leave that behind- to leave you behind
⌗ some selfish part of him wanted to take you with him, to bring you back and show you of the things you'd only ever seen on screen.. but he knows it's unrealistic, and immensely unfair to you- certainly with the prophecy that has created a rather.. unsafe environment. so for now, he would opt to enjoy what he had left with you, and not think too much about the expiration date of the time you had together.
notes. dawg this virus got me battling on all fronts i want to be freed</3 anyway, i hope these hcs were good pook, tried to give a little context for each and some things they would do as well. wish i did more dialogue but i focused a little much on the details..
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tags. fluff; a little suggestive; various winter and holiday headcanons/scenarios; established relationship focus, but there are pre-dating HCs because I love mutual pining; found family with the Chrysos Heirs.
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note. my gift for the holidays <3
Phainon loves mistletoe.
You will learn this very quickly in your first winter with him because his eyes practically light up when he spots it above the doorway. If he cannot find an excuse to get you under it (either on his own or by convincing someone to suggest you go under the same door in the guise of a favour of some sort), he will simply walk over with you in tow and pretend he hadn’t noticed—it was very obvious.
If you're living together already, you may find it useless because he likes kissing you so often already: you find that you'll be going about your day and minding your own business when you'll hear a little “kiss?” and, when you look, Phainon has the biggest and sweetest smile on his face that turns into a terrible pout if you don't give him one. He's just trying to convince you; if you really don't want to kiss, then he won't push it. Anyway, five minutes later, you'll pass by him and hear him go “kiss, please?” again. However, he will argue that mistletoe makes it special (if you ask if he's implying that kissing you normally isn't special, you will see him clamour a little as you tease him, which is cute).
Then you begin to discover mistletoe in places other than doorways. For example: you'll slip into bed and Phainon is grinning at you mischievously, but you're half-asleep without any idea of what's going on, only for him to point at the headboard where there's a sprig crudely taped to the wood. He already gives you a goodnight kiss on the cheek or the forehead, but he looks so giddy about this small tradition that you just let it slide.
Depending on how needy he feels, he may whine once the kiss ends. You will find that his hand feels heavy wrapped around your back as though he cannot bear the thought of pulling away. Indulge him, and he will kiss you slowly, dragging out the moment for as long as possible.
He may resort to pecking your cheeks over and over afterwards if he's in a playful mood, but he sometimes gets so lost in kissing you that his lips end up travelling down your neck. If this happens while you're in bed together (mistletoe taped to the headboard), expect to sleep late if Phainon starts getting touchy and you reciprocate.
If you aren't dating yet, Cyrene one-hundred percent knows about his crush on you and will try to get the two of you under one to simply see him fluster. Neither Cyrene nor Phainon will force you to do it, however. He will spend the rest of the night distracted by you and glances at your lips repeatedly—he should just ask you out, honestly, or maybe you should ask him—but if you would like to take the initiative, give him a small peck on the cheek. You'll be subjected to a dazed expression and the most adorable reaction ever.
Snowball Fights
He really likes winter activities despite being bad with the cold (more on this later), where he has ruthless aim if you have a snowball fight with him. And no, he isn’t going easy on you just because you're the love of his life.
This doesn't differ much if you aren’t dating, but if you are and make a bet with Phainon, even more of his competitive side will come out. The reason being: he will propose that the bet involves being spoiled by you in some way (e.g. five extra kisses before bed). Do not expect to win because he will have a razor-sharp focus once the reward is established.
And he's so good at snowball fights because he and Cyrene used to decimate the neighbourhood kids when they were younger and it became a little competition every year as to whether or not a new pair will knock them off their throne.
That being said, you do not want to be up against them at the same time if it's one-on-one unless you are also very good at snowball fights.
Inviting Mydei will run the risk of being outside for too long because he and Phainon get too into it—Mydei initially thinks it's silly because only kids have snowball fights, but Phainon taunts him and the rest is history. Be ready to be sick the next day.
Catching a Cold
Phainon is very doting and a bit of a worrywart even if he doesn’t show it; eases up once your fever breaks.
If you’re not in a relationship, he’ll either say something along the lines of making it up to you because of the snowball fight, or that he cares about you (that’s an understatement) and friends take care of friends! Regardless, he will insist on taking care of you with the declaration that he doesn’t get sick easily.
If you’re in a relationship, he actually looks miserable without affection and may beg for a kiss because he “swears he won’t get sick.” In the event that you absolutely insist you sleep separately, he will drag himself to the living room but there is a high chance that he crawls back into bed with you just to make sure you sleep peacefully through the night. He’s also aware that he’s practically a heater so he justifies this by saying he wants to keep you warm especially now that you’re sick.
Phainon is, however, too doting so he may catch your illness if not being the one who had it first because he doesn’t do well with the drop in temperature and is sensitive to it even when he runs warm (during normal winter nights, he tends to attach himself to you). You may scold him that he should stop kissing your forehead because he never learns his lesson, but he makes the excuse that it wasn’t on the lips so it must be fine, even though this has absolutely happened more than once before.
When Phainon is sick, he absolutely hates troubling you so he tends to pretend that everything is fine (not holiday related but here’s an example of the aftermath of him trying to go on a date when he has a fever).
He is also a bit of a hypocrite because he argues that you shouldn’t be anywhere near him—he looks pained to say this—in case you catch his cold. He will try to handle everything alone, so you might see him out of bed a few times even when the poor baby is dizzy.
You can easily convince him to behave and allow himself to be cared for if you appeal to his heart by saying you love him and want to take care of him the same way he takes care of you.
Also, despite him begging for a kiss when you’re sick, he will refuse to entertain it when it’s his own turn. It’s cute to watch how difficult it is for him to deny any affection from you.
Winter Stargazing
This is something Phainon likes to do every season as constellations change throughout the year, but when it’s winter in particular, the nights are not only longer but clearer. He actually developed a love for stargazing when he still lived in the countryside, and it’s where he became familiar with constellations. He does get a bit sad that the light pollution of the city makes it harder to see them, so he has a fondness for the winter season due to the mentioned clarity.
If you’re together, Phainon will make various preparations for a little stargazing date at a campground that is open during the winter. He’ll grab binoculars, some comfy lawn chairs or a cot big enough for two people, lots of blankets, and figure out some snacks you’d like to share alongside drinks—maybe a thermos of tea/coffee or hot chocolate. Before leaving, he’ll make sure you’re bundled up properly, but you can see the excitement radiating off of him and how he practically can’t wait another minute more.
He’ll check in with you frequently to ensure you’re warm, but because he gets cold easily, he may ask for a hug or two, perhaps even snuggle a little bit if you brought a cot.
If you’re comfortable with it, it could also turn into an overnight date at the campground, and he may get a bit touchy before bed when you’re alone in the tent. Phainon is feeling a bit cold again so he’s wondering if you want to keep each other warm. He promises to be good and do as you like…
If you aren’t dating, this may be one of the first times you see how romantic he can be. Phainon has a very soft reverence for the stars and how small he feels in comparison. It’s partly why he’s always so positive rather than seeing life as something inconsequential; the world is so big and your lives could have turned out in ways so different from now, but you’re here in this moment with him.
Maybe you went out for dinner with everyone and the restaurant was conveniently close to your place so Phainon insists on walking you home. He says it’s “good for digestion” but you’ve only been outside for a minute or two so his cheeks surely aren’t pink from just the cold. You chat for a little bit before the conversation tapers off into a comfortable sort of silence.
You’re close with shoulders bumping and fingers grazing but it doesn’t come with flustered apologies and suddenly tearing your hands away from each other because even when you’re pining, nothing about being close with Phainon is uncomfortable. He would also say the same no matter how his hand slightly shakes.
A part of you wants to grab it to give it a gentle squeeze and steady him, but he’s feeling chilly so he raises them to his face and breathes onto his hands to warm them up. He has a sheepish smile on his face when you ask him if he’s alright, and he agrees as he tries to play off how badly he wants to hold your hand, too.
And when he looks up at the sky and starts pointing out the stars, maybe he wraps an arm around you if you’ll allow it, excusing it as a way to make it easier to trace the path of each constellation because your line of sight matches better this way. You stay outside and get home a little bit later than intended, occupied by Phainon’s stories about the stars that have been here every winter but are changed with him by your side.
You don’t realize it, but Phainon was almost brave enough to confess exactly how much he likes—maybe even loves—you. For now, this is enough, and he tells himself that he always has next year despite how fiercely his heart aches.
Snowed In Together (Unestablished Relationship)
He’ll never admit it, but he would love to get snowed in with you because he already feels as though he never wants a moment with you to end. But don’t be fooled because he’s so nervous the entire time even though he won’t let it show on his face.
Perhaps you were spending time together at his place, merely catching up after work has eased up with the end of the year while pushing some responsibilities over to the next. The both of you decided that it would be nice to do so while cooking a meal together, having dinner, and then maybe watching a movie or two with adequate space between you on the couch.
Alternatively, you may be pining terribly for each other, but neither of you have the courage to cross that line. So you’re pressed together, maybe cuddling, even, and sharing a blanket with a bowl of popcorn on your laps and freshly baked cookies on the table. Once there’s a snowfall warning accompanied by a notice for roads being dangerous at this time, you believe it safer to stay overnight. He’s respectful and polite the entire time, offering you his bed while he’ll take the couch. And you agree to it, but as the night goes on, you’re so busy talking about silly things and plans you have with your friends that you don’t realize that the credits are rolling.
He can’t take his eyes off you; elbow bent and resting on the back of the couch to prop his head up as he’s turned towards you, listening attentively. Once the television quiets, you finally notice and put on another movie; the roads won't be cleared right away, so there's no rush. Why not sleep a little later tonight?
This time, you both pay attention to the movie, even when it’s hard to do so with Phainon’s head resting on your shoulder. Your own arm is looped around his, but you can't stop yourself from intertwining your fingers together. You don’t say a word while he remains silent, and the only way you know that any of this is okay is the fact that he tightens his hold on your hand. And, well, it’s best not to talk during a movie, right?
As an early riser, Phainon can’t keep his eyes open and falls asleep first, soothed by how warm it is under the blanket and how peaceful he feels next to you. You only notice when his hand in yours slackens, and he starts snoring softly. It’s cute, and you’d hate to disturb his rest when Phainon is so busy during his day-to-day; from work to volunteering, and then his own hobbies, it’s as if he never gets a chance to take a break. Now, however, he looks so content and comfortable against you that you can’t bring yourself to wake him up and go sleep in the bed he’s offered you. Just for tonight, you decide that you’ll stay like this so that Phainon can get all the rest he needs while you pretend that your stomach doesn’t flip at the thought of him feeling safe with you.
A Cozy Night In (Established Relationship)
If Phainon could have it his way, he would love to do this once a week, but this is more like a stay-at-home date night, really.
To start, he wants to plan this night thoroughly with you: what you’ll have for dinner, the snacks you need to buy, the treats you can bake together, what drinks you want to have (tea or coffee, alcohol, hot chocolate, or whatever else you like), and the assortment of activities to prepare. The last of these consists of tabletop games (puzzles, board games, card games, and so on), video games, television shows and movies, and maybe even simple crafts such as making matching beaded bracelets.
Although Phainon refers to it as a date night, you’re realistically going to start around 4 p.m. because he insists on the domesticity associated with shopping for groceries and he wants everything to be fresh (he’s very serious about date night if you couldn’t tell, but he’s honestly just serious about anything that involves you).
He also ensures that he gets enough sleep the day before because he wants to try to stay up as long as you’d like to. He’s determined to absolutely spoil you tonight and make sure that you have as much fun as possible!
He’s really flexible when it comes to cooking, so if you want to boss him around if you have a particular system, feel free to do so! However, Phainon does like to cook (see Chrysos Grand Restaurant event) so he can lead if it’s not something you’re good at or enjoy in particular. He will constantly ask you to do a taste test because he likes seeing your reaction and wants to feed you because he’s sappy like that. When it comes to baking dessert, it’s not so different, but he’ll be more playful (more on this later).
When you get to the various activities, Phainon will put some music on in the background and in the chance that you stand up for whatever reason, he may follow suit just so he can pull you close and sway for a few moments. Twirl him and he’ll laugh before smothering you in kisses.
Similar to the snowball fights, he will not go easy on you when you face each other in tabletop games. But if he repeatedly loses anyway, he'll give you a pathetic look just so you’ll be sweet to him. If you keep losing, however, he will show you a trick or two and promise to do as you like later (he is aware of how competitive he gets, and this will be his apology).
Aside from that, Phainon really likes to share clothes, especially if you wear anything of his, and he believes the winter season is the best time for this to happen. He will buy oversized hoodies and sweaters in the hopes that you’ll steal them, and if you spend this date night wearing something of his, he will short-circuit if not feel a little shy. Later, though, you might feel his hands creep up your sides with him nuzzling into your neck.
If your hands are cold, Phainon is like your own personal heater so go ahead and slip them under his sweater—he’ll take any physical contact he can get from you—but he may yelp a little if you catch him off guard. He’ll pout but hug you anyway.
Phainon will suggest making a pillow fort so the living room is super comfortable for cuddling where you can enjoy the rest of the night pressed against each other and tangled in blankets.
He also enjoys cheesy holiday movies and will cry at emotional scenes about friendship and family. When it comes to romance, you may catch him covering up a dorky smile because a good love story always gets him. Pull his hand away, and Phainon will laugh and make some teasing remarks about whether or not the two of you should imitate it. Give him a kiss, and he’ll fall back, dragging you on top of him and grinning all the while, which makes it impossible to press your lips together properly. Although he doesn’t care so long as you’re close.
Despite getting extra sleep the night before, Phainon struggles with staying up too late, so he may get quieter as the hours pass, but he’s content with just laying against you—his favourite way to sleep is tucked into your neck with your arms around him because he feels like he’s surrounded by you and even someone like him wants to be spoiled a little. He deserves it, too, with how much he takes care of you and tries his best so that you don’t have to worry about anything. In this moment, hold him and let him be small.
Or, you can kiss him a bit more and do that later since it’s easy to get him worked up. With the romantic atmosphere, the comfortable area you set up, and the hours spent focused solely on each other, he will be flirtatious; it’s your decision whether or not you want to take it further. If you do, however, all the drowsiness leaves him as he loses himself in you for a little longer. And not only is he weak to you, but he’s pliant and flusters easily when you’re forward. Have him however you like; Phainon is happy so long as he is yours for tonight.
Winter Market Date
Phainon loves walking around during the winter season because all the lights, decorations, merry-making, and the happiness of everyone around him makes him feel content himself. This is because he is a person who is happy when other people around him are at ease, even if they’re strangers. In canon, Phainon is someone who struggles with the suffering that surrounds him, which doesn’t change much in modern!au as he wouldn’t be Phainon if he wasn’t undeniably kind.
Anyways, please hold his hand. As he gets cold easily, walking around for a few hours—despite going in and out of a few stores and local restaurants/cafés—is sure to make him feel chilly. It’s also a way to avoid getting separated or lost if it’s particularly busy on the day you visit.
He may tuck your hand into his jacket pocket, but he gets a bit shy if you tuck his into your own—he’ll try to hide his smile into his scarf but the red that splatters his cheeks and the tips of his ears betrays him. It’s simple, but it’s a subtle way to show you care because you remember how sensitive he is to the cold, which he sees as a tiny, inconsequential detail about himself (you have to pay attention to figure this out because Phainon would rather do anything else than worry you by admitting it).
That being said, if you forget your scarf or hat, he will give you his because he thinks little of himself in comparison to your comfort (do scold him a little). And when he has an opportunity to wrap his scarf around your neck, he will subsequently pull you in by the ends with a mischievous look in his eyes to gift you a soft kiss. If you forget your beanie/toque, he will pull the rim over your eyes just to catch you off guard with a small peck. If you have glasses, however, he’ll just give you a kiss anyway and proudly go “there, you’re all warm now, starlight!” Can you tell he likes kissing you?
Phainon will urge you to try various food stands, so come prepared with an empty stomach. He has a big appetite (canon) so don’t worry about getting full too fast as he’ll polish anything off so you can enjoy the subsequent stalls without trouble! In general, he will always give you the last bite because Phainon prides himself in being a wonderful boyfriend (give him a compliment and he'll be giddy for a long while afterwards, just ignore how big of a bite he takes when you share food sometimes).
He takes many pictures; what he finds cute (like you), food you share, decorations, pretty lights, interesting knickknacks, objects or scenes that remind him of you and your friends, and, of course, couple pictures. Regardless of them being goofy, aesthetically pleasant, or sappy, he loves any picture he can get with the both of you in it as a way to remember the winter season.
Phainon loves matching items, no matter what they are. They don’t have to be clothes in particular—although he wouldn’t say no to matching scarves, hats, sweaters, and so on—but something as simple as jewellery, desk trinkets, phone keychains, plush toys would be enough to make him happy. The reason behind this isn’t because he wants others to know you’re together—he won’t deny that he loves it when people know he’s yours, however—but because they specifically remind him of you: the time you spent picking it out together, the sentimentality of the item being a memento for the date as a whole, and, most of all, the affection he has for you.
Baking and Other Food-Related Shenanigans
Phainon likes to cook and bake, and he gets pulled into all the festivities with the winter season. Regardless of whether or not you’re together, expect to be spoiled with baked goods every time you see him. If you live together, your place will smell very nice for the entire season.
Really likes sugar cookies (inspired by his addiction to Chimera Cookies in canon), and you’ll often catch him munching on one. He tries to work out more because of how many cookies he eats over the season, but his morning runs are practically non-existent as he cannot bring himself to pull away from your arms when you’re so warm and comfortable in comparison to the weather, which is not only cold but dreary when you aren’t around.
Finds decorating cookies therapeutic, but chooses the worst colour combinations. They end up a little ugly aesthetically speaking but always taste good; it’s his mother’s recipes and he is very proud of them. It's also the thought that counts (please give him a hug when he proudly shows them to you).
Phainon also enjoys making gingerbread houses. He’ll mention something about it being like a little home you share if you aren't living together. And he will have a pitiful pout and the biggest, most pathetic puppy dog eyes if it collapses. Laugh, and he’ll smear some icing on your nose.
The aforementioned can also happen if you bake with him in general, unless you get to him first. Phainon is actually very fun to bake with, and he keeps track of everything you need to do—he’s good at juggling multiple things at once—despite how playful he can get. But he will beg for a taste of icing and some ingredients here and there just to be cute in hopes you’ll give him some affection, while he will offer it to you just as an excuse to feed you.
Once the brunt of the work is over, he may make a mess by teasing you; you’ll be covered with hand prints made of flour while he’ll have chocolate smeared on his cheek. If you have any frosting on you and he knows you’re okay with it, he will kiss or lick it off, especially if it’s on your fingers or—oops! His mistake! It’s on your neck, so just give him a moment and he’ll clean it off for you…
Miscellaneous Winter Situations
When it starts getting colder, Phainon will start keeping track of the weather forecast to catch the first snowfall. He'll tell you in advance, hoping that you're together for it and not busy with work or whatnot because he will drag you outside for it. If you don't get this opportunity, he will bundle you up for when it snows a bit harder so he can twirl you around and chase you with a glob of snow in a gloved hand—no matter how romantic he can be, he's still a menace sometimes.
Phainon is the type to breathe on glass so it frosts over, allowing him to draw hearts. Really, he just takes any chance he gets to show you affection, even through small things like this because there’s so much love in his heart and he believes that he shouldn’t wait to show the people who are important to him exactly how much they mean to him. This extends to the other Chrysos Heirs, but he was also affectionate to you when you were both just friends and he had a massive crush, albeit more restrained and friendly. Anyway, if you’re meeting up for a date and sitting by the window, he will do this before heading inside just to see you roll your eyes and smile. If you aren't dating, he will draw goofy things just to make you laugh a little.
It's a toss up whether or not he can skate. If he can, he'd love to hold hands (he takes any and every chance presented to him as he tends to show affection through touch), and he will also teach you if you don't know how. If he can't skate, there's something cute about him being this tall and broad guy, slipping and sliding and clinging onto you for dear life. If you both can't, well, seek out Hysilens or March for help, and maybe it can be an entire outing with all your friends!
If you slip on ice, he will do everything he can to steady you—will be very distressed if you hit the ground (when he was younger, he would cry if Cyrene fell even though he was completely fine). If he slips, it’s over.
Phainon will try to convince you to go outside and build the both of you as snowmen. He’s also really cheesy about it and will tell you that your snowmen need time alone together before making the rest of your friends—his hands are actually cold and he wants to go back inside to cuddle, but just play along for his sake. He will take pictures and be very sad once they melt.
When making snow angels, Phainon will try to make it look like yours is holding hands with his by lying down close beside you. He will also roll over on top of you just for a kiss, but if he’s feeling too excited, he may just start rolling the two of you around in the snow in general (his hand will cover the back of your head and he’ll tuck you into his chest, don’t worry). It’s difficult to be upset with him with how bright his laughter is. You’ll end up on top of him by the end of it, and Phainon is very handsome under you with his hair splayed out, as white as the snow surrounding you while his cheeks are stained pink. His mischievous expression is absolutely devastating, and his eyes narrow playfully, practically daring you to mess with him in return. If you want to surprise him, go ahead and kiss him to hear him gasp before it dissolves into a satisfied hum. When you pull away, he’ll chase after you with a little “one more, please?” And it will be impossible to deny him with how dazed and lovesick he looks.
Christmas Celebrations (For Those Who Celebrate)
Will do anything for you to wear matching Christmas sweaters with him, the uglier the better, and Aglaea hates this. Although, sometimes, he'll show you a monstrosity—three-dimensional or with gimmicks like lights, or a truly terrible pun—and say it's cute. He will want to match this too, just so you know.
Very good at wrapping presents; he loves to give gifts so after years of doing it, he's figured out a system he likes. If you ask him to wrap gifts for you, the toll is a kiss for each gift. He actually wanted to be greedy and say one kiss for each side because many objects are boxed (i.e. four kisses per gift), but then no wrapping will be done and he wants to do his best to help you. If you aren't together, he may try to make a day out of it to spend more time together.
Another way he may do this is by asking you to tag along as he searches for very specific gifts. An example of how your day might go with Phainon is this: hours of hunting down a special edition dromas plushie that was made only for this holiday season because Anaxa would love a rare item of his favourite creature. But Phainon promises to make the experience fun.
He only panics when he can’t decide, such as when it concerns your gift, then it's terrible. He drags the others with him and agonizes over the 'perfect gift' for you. Someone please help Hyacine; she agreed because she’s very in-tune with others, but Phainon is struggling to pick something and the stores are about to close (he makes it up to her later, don’t worry).
He loves putting up decorations, especially for a Christmas tree. He is very serious about his Christmas lights but he likes any nice lighting in general—unrelated but he especially loves light shows and fireworks. If you go to watch some with him, you will receive the brightest smile ever (do take candid photos of him because he's particularly cute in those with the colours reflecting off his hair).
He also enjoys making homemade decorations because they have sentimental value, both from its uniqueness and the fact that you created them together. There's a high chance Phainon and Castorice may organize a day to simply make ornaments and spend time with everyone. Tribbie, Trianne, and Trinnon really like glitter so be careful because you will find random sparkles for the next few days after it gets stuck to your clothes.
Phainon and the Chrysos Heirs have their own little Christmas party every year so if you don't have family or anyone to celebrate with and would like to, please know that you are always welcome with them, dating Phainon or not; regardless of any feelings, you are personally important to each of the other Chrysos Heirs.
These parties will consist of potlucks, various tabletop games, some drinking—Cerydra, Hysilens, and Anaxa do love their alcohol—and eggnog. Phainon is a bit of a light-weight, as per canon, but he’s a clingy and sleepy drunk, which is terrible if it’s early in the night because he misses quite a bit of the party, so a specific batch is made with less alcohol content so he can enjoy himself in that regard too, if not for Phainon just avoiding it altogether (he still has fun with the potluck because of his appetite). Cerydra and Hysilens are so good at tabletop games that it’s almost scary, which means it’s fun to take them down.
Aglaea cringes with each ugly Christmas sweater she sees, but she smiles anyway, tight-lipped and pretending that nothing is wrong at all. Cipher thinks it’s funny to find a sweater uglier than the ones worn the year before, and ropes Castorice into it with sweet words (she’s gullible, please save her), while she goads Mydei and Phainon into joining by coming up with some competition between the two of them. Anaxa also participates as he enjoys seeing Aglaea suffer over this.
The Chrysos Heirs are also likely to hold a small Secret Santa and/or White Elephant for fun, although White Elephant is accompanied by strict rules as Cipher comes up with some crazy ideas sometimes.
Also, do not go outside for snow angels or making snowmen because it will turn into a snowball fight and, as mentioned, Cyrene and Phainon will be determined to win, especially separately. Phainon may tackle you into the snow for the dramatics of it (he will make sure that either the snow or himself breaks your fall) so prepare to be teased by everyone else.
As the night wanes, Hyacine may organize a fun trivia session with a prize, whereas Castorice organizes a movie or two to watch (she always picks the best ones). If a scary movie is chosen as per Christmas horror goes, Hyacine startles easily so you’re more likely to be surprised by her screams than the movie. If it's a romance (Castorice's favourite genre), there's a chance that Castorice, Hyacine, Phainon and even Mydei (he's a big sap and will try to hide the little tears that slip) may cry during emotional scenes. Phainon is a crybaby because he has a big heart and will request a hug and maybe a kiss to feel better if you're comfortable with it while the others are around. If not, then later when you're alone.
The party might turn into a giant sleepover in Aglaea’s living room—the well-known fashion designer owns a very nice place that is spacious enough to hold the party every year—because a few of you are a bit tipsy, it's too late to drive, and, really, you all just want to spend more time together.
The lot of you will push the coffee table and armchairs around to make room for some fold-up mattresses and sleeping bags, and Phainon will take the spot next to you if you’ll allow it. He will end up talking your ear off as everyone falls asleep, the conversations dissolving into hushed whispers and laughter as you try to keep quiet (Mydei is very serious about his sleep).
Phainon tends to look at you with incredible longing as he hangs onto your every word as though you’re sharing secrets, and he believes there’s something so intimate about it because everyone else is around, albeit asleep—a little bubble with only the two of you. It’s warm in the room, especially so with everyone strewn about, and there are soft snores but all you can focus on is Phainon’s voice, low and soothing as he tells you about this antique he found and the story behind it. You fall asleep just like that and Phainon follows shortly after with so much affection in his heart for you and all those around him.
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✶ : PHAINON
jersey no. 7 of amphoreus' football and basketball team—you'd be living under a rock if you don't know his name and the reputation that follows him. his matches are a sight for sore eyes. when he’s on the field, amphoreus is automatically getting that gold medal regardless of the opponent. you manage to watch one of his basketball matches during prep season for the school festival. it’s a friendly rematch against an old rival school and to no one’s surprise, phainon emerged as the mvp. in that match alone, you see why everyone is endeared by him—he reeks of sportsmanship that no student athlete in this school could ever dream of. he approaches every opponent with determination but never underestimates them, he always wants to play a fair game and even voluntarily forfeits if the game shows signs of rigging.
you don’t deny your fellow classmates who ask you if you think he’s cute because he is. he reminds you of an excited puppy during games and a loyal guard dog when it comes to his studies. he’s rather tall for his age–just a year below you but he’s far surpassed your height–and he has a good build, befitting for someone as sports orientated as him. phainon also has this magnetic pull to him that makes everyone want to befriend him, and you don’t mean it in a bad way.
after classes, you usually go home without a fail, but this time around, you make a beeline towards the gym to watch another one of phainon’s matches. when your friends catch sight of you, they all give you playful looks that scream “you’re here for phainon right?” and you can only roll your eyes at them. but before you can take a seat at the spot they reserved for you, something collided with your head and your world is suddenly spinning.
“oh god, are you alright?!”
someone shouts as you groan in pain. your vision spotting as you try to make out the messy blob of white and blue in front of you. someone takes your hand and you’re forcefully yanked up to your feet, making your headache worse with how quickly you stood up.
“i’m so, so, so, sorry. this is my fault i wasn’t paying attention. does your head hurt badly? do you want to go to the infirmary? someone get me ice packs—”
“will you calm down? you’re making my headache worse!” you don’t mean for your voice to sound so cold but it was nothing but the truth. you appreciate this mystery person’s concern, but god does he talk too much.
“right… right! sorry.”
you sigh and massage your temple. when your vision starts to clear up again, your mouth is left hanging as you realize who’s in front of you. that signature white hair and blue eyes combo is practically thrown at your face as phainon tilts his head in mild curiosity at your expression.
“i… need to go. sorry.” you quickly say, gathering your things from the floor and speed walking to the exit. you faintly hear the athlete heartthrob call out to you but you don’t pay him any mind. you were not getting into a cat fight with his fans with that cliche encounter.
that following night, your friends betray you by leaking your phone number to phainon. after a few heated and teasing messages in the group chat, you steady your breathing as you open his messages. you didn’t necessarily know what to expect on how phainon messages his friends or acquaintances, but you certainly find some childish endearment.
he sent a lot of messages—broken up into multiple sections explaining his worry and regret of hitting you instead of one single text box. phainon also used excessive amounts of exclamation marks, a lot of misspelled words, uppercases, and surprisingly enough, kaomojis. you let out an exasperated smile as you finally come to understand how cute this kid was.
you only planned to reply with a single message explaining your condition but that quickly spiralled into him chatting up a storm—a never ending stream of topics. you indulge him, using this as an excuse to find out even more on why so many people are so gravitated towards him. you surmise it’s because of his easy-going nature; he never leaves you hanging with his replies and speaking of replies, he sends messages at an ungodly quick speed. one thing turned to another before he ended the conversation with a message that read: “would you like to get a cup of coffee as an apology? it’ll be my treat ofc!!!!”
✶ : ANAXA (GORAS)
you see, if there was one person that made your blood boil like lava, it would be the student council secretary, anaxa. always so curt, blunt, and rude, he makes all of your accomplishments seem small when put side by side with his. it infuriates you to no end when the test scores for each year is posted on the bulletin and you spot him dead center of the crowd. you already feel a scowl forming on your face as you pass the bodies of other students and mentally prepare yourself for his berating voice.
you frown in dismay when you see his name on the number one spot with you a few spaces below him. your lip sews themselves shut when you hear him cough into his fist, quiet enough to not disturb the other students' excitement but loud enough for you to hear. as if wanting to rub more salt onto a fresh wound, anaxa peers into your line of vision with a smug smirk on his lips. with your pride hurt, you quickly turn away from him and begin walking away to save face. you didn’t need him to rub it in your face that he was leagues better than you.
anaxa won’t admit the swirling in his gut when he sees your figure get smaller and smaller. the oddest thing of it all, you don’t show your face to him at all since the test scores has been posted. he’d rather die than admit he missed your presence to anyone—your banters, nudging each other in quiet retaliation, and the time spent on the rooftop trying to study. anaxa would rather swallow a thousand needles than openly admit he felt jealous of his junior–the school athlete–and how you always seem to get coffee with him every morning. wasn’t that your thing with him?
“pray tell,” you flinch at the voice–failing to pack up your things quick enough to avoid anaxa who frequented the small cafe near campus. “why is it that you find the time to pick up coffee with our junior, but not me?”
if you were any other student, you’d think he sounds jealous—but that was a ridiculous thing to think. anaxa, jealous? you’re very sure the only emotion he’s ever felt in his life were spite and pride. as if to insinuate that you’ve actually replaced him with your usual routine, you ignore him. fight the twitch of your lips when anaxa visibly frowns at your silence. though a part of you—a tiny, tiny part—does feel a bit guilty. you weren’t one for the silent treatment, but anaxa deserved it. (you try to convince yourself at least).
“look if this is about the test scores, i’m…”
you walk past him but before you can fully exit the establishment, anaxa is running after you and catching your wrist with a firm grip. you turn to glare but the initial pettiness that fueled your heart quickly evaporates into thin air when you see his expression. lips pursed into a thin line, eye darting here and there–avoiding yours at all cost–and posture rigid but not in his usual secretary way; he looked almost vulnerable.
“i… apologize, for always belittling you whenever exam seasons are over. believe me, my intentions weren’t to bring you down. i just…” he trails off. a heavy frustrated sigh leaving his lips as his other hand comes to cover half of his face in shame. “wanted you to continue competing with me.”
by the following day, it was anaxa avoiding you like a plague. you still get coffee with phainon every morning, but today, you bought an extra cup—medium, iced, with only two teaspoons of sugar. the snowy-haired boy questioned you but you only replied with a cryptic “it’s a sorry gift.” he dropped the topic with a hum. you have a faint idea that phainon already knew who you were talking about.
the two of you separate on the second floor of campus—phainon heads straight to his classroom while you make a beeline to the council office. you rise up to the stairs in quiet contemplation on how to give anaxa his usual cup of coffee. with you being so lost in thought, you don’t realize that you’re now standing face to face with the classroom door. if you take a quick peek at the crack, you’d see anaxa with his head leaning back the chair he sat on with a book covering his face. you chuckle in amusement and as quietly as you could, tip-toe your way around the desk and place the coffee cup right by his notes. you graciously pull off a piece of sticky note and wrote down a short message before sticking it on the book on his face before leaving.
when the door finally closes shut, anaxa carefully removes the book obscuring his vision and takes the note you had written. ‘sorry for avoiding you! no matter what, you’re still my rival. remember to always take care of yourself, okay?’ anaxa snorts in amusement as he takes the cup of coffee in his hand, swirling the liquid before taking a sip. you still remember how he likes his coffee.
✶ : MYDEIMOS
if phainon was the cute junior that reminded you of a puppy and anaxa was the annoying bird that’s always perched on your shoulder, then mydei is that intimidating class president who quietly cares for his class. admittedly, you, among many others, had the wrong impression of him on your first meeting. initially, you assumed mydei was the type of student who always picked fights with other students and got into trouble with the student body. he does do those things—you see him butt heads with phainon during pe class and see aglaea scolding him during meetings every now and then. but nothing can prepare you when you first ask him for notes.
to say it’s a nerve wrecking situation would be an understatement—you were shaking in your shoes as your classmates cheered you on. with one final sigh, you find his contacts on your phone and repeatedly draft a message, delete it, then start over again and again until you grow frustrated and give up for the time being. you throw a defeated expression at your classmates and promise them to ask mydei for the notes later today. the school festival has been taking up so much of everyone’s time that you can’t find enough time to actually pay attention and write down notes in class. everyone was either sleeping or dozing off with exhaustion and you were no exception. you were sleeping during the first two periods of class and they each had their respective quiz some time this week.
you massage your temple in stress as you mumble about how you can ask mydei about his notes.
“what about my notes?”
you freeze on your spot. the hand massaging your temple rigidly drops back to your side as you awkwardly smile at the only person who can help your entire class pass manifests into thin air.
“uh… well, you see…” you fumble with the words on your tongue and curse yourself inside your mind for appearing nervous. you just want to ask if he had taken notes during the first and second period, simple right? wrong!
you shift in your spot uncomfortably, eyes falling to the floor and to your shoes to avoid his burning gaze while your hand rubs at your arm—a nervous tick you developed over the years. you open your mouth to finally reply but the feeling of something soft hitting you in the head has you looking up and meeting his gaze by accident. you don’t miss the quiet amusement that courses through him as you stumble to grab the stack of papers he graciously put on your head.
“if you wanted to borrow notes, you could have just said so. it’s not like i’m going to bite your head off.” his voice is stern but if you listen closely, you’ll realize there’s an undercut of playfulness in them as you beam at him.
“thank you so much, mydei!” you express your gratitude as he shakes his head in disbelief.
“go share them with the class, i still need to catch up with the council on something.”
mydei turns to leave but you call out to him. he slightly turns his head to look at your almost flustered smile, “what is it?”
you hold his notes close to your chest as you grin at him, “thank you, really! you don’t understand how much everyone needs these right now.”
he huffs in response and waves you goodbye and you turn to run back to your classroom to spread the good news that no one will be failing this year.
when mydei enters the council meeting with the other class representatives, castorice greets with a curious tilt of his head—she questions the smile on his face as he sits down at his usual spot but he only shrugs it off. mydei plays it off as finding something funny on the internet, which was strange. mydei rarely finds anything funny, let alone if they came from the internet.
he takes tentative sips from the coffee agalaea had generously provided for everyone, and he doesn’t miss the way a pair of eyes follow his every movement. he catches phainon from one corner staring at him with furrowed brows as he twirls the pen in his fingers while the council secretary at the front scowls at him. you may not remember, but back in middle school, when no one wanted to share a table with the delinquent, you sat next to him without question and offered him a spare pen when you realized he didn’t have one. to this day, mydei still use that pen even if the ink had long run out—he just wants to show off the item with your name on it.
Can I request phainon and anaxa taking care of reader thats has really bad period cramps (headcannon)
There's one time I had a really bad one to the point that my whole body went numb and almost fainted. 🥲
How He Takes Care of You During Bad Cramps (Phainon. Anaxa. x Female Reader. Separate. Headcanons)
A/N: Hi anon. :) I’m so sorry you experienced that. Nearly fainting from pain is terrifying, and I hope this brings you and everyone who needs it some comfort. Both Phainon and Anaxa would absolutely take care of you through it. 💙
Word count: 924 (about 450 per guy)
Tags: Female Reader/AFAB Reader (Period-related Headcanons). Period Comfort. Mentions of Cramps.
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PHAINON
Phainon is a natural cuddler, especially when his partner is hurting. He becomes even gentler than usual, all soft touches and whispered reassurances.
- He notices immediately.
The moment your body tenses, the moment warmth drains from your face—he knows. “Dawnlight?” His voice drops, concern threading through every syllable. “Talk to me. Where does it hurt?”
- He moves without hesitation.
Once he understands how bad it is, he’s already in motion. No panic. Just purpose.
He warms a heating pad and presses it softly against your abdomen. “Is this okay? Too warm?” He adjusts until you nod, then keeps his hand there for a moment longer.
- He pulls you close.
He sits behind you on the couch, guiding your back against his chest. His arms wrap around you—secure but never tight. One hand rests on your waist. The other threads gently through your hair, stroking slow circles against your scalp.
“Breathe with me. That’s it… You’re doing so well.”
- He kisses you constantly.
Temple. Brow. Cheek. Hairline. The crown of your head. Soft, steady kisses. Like tiny anchors keeping you tethered when the pain tries to pull you under. “I’m here. You’re not doing this alone.”
- He brings everything you need.
Tea with honey. Your softest blanket. A hot water bottle if the heating pad isn’t enough. And he insists—gently but firmly—that you stay on his lap or against his chest. “You’re not moving. Not until you feel better.”
If you try to protest, he just pulls you closer. “Let me take care of you. Please.”
- He reads to you.
When words are too much, he hums softly instead. Low, soothing melodies that rumble through his chest and into yours. When you start to drift, he keeps humming. Keeps holding you. Keeps you safe.
- When the pain spikes, he grounds you.
His hand cups your jaw, tilting your face gently toward his. “Stay with me. Look at me. You’re safe. I’ve got you.” His thumb brushes your cheek. His forehead rests against yours. “Breathe. Just breathe. I’m not going anywhere.”
- If you nearly faint
His arms are already around you before your knees even buckle.
“Easy. I’ve got you. Lean your weight on me.” He holds you upright, steady and unshakable, his forehead pressing gently to yours.
“I know it hurts,” he whispers. “I’ll hold you through it.”
Phainon treats this like a sacred duty. You are precious to him. Your pain is his to share. Your comfort is his responsibility. And he will not let you face this alone.
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ANAXA
Anaxa goes into hyper-focused caretaker mode.
He handles your pain the way he handles complex problems: with precision, dedication, and an intensity that would be overwhelming if it wasn’t so deeply loving.
- He notices immediately.
Your posture shifts. Your breathing stutters. Your face tightens in that particular way.
“Your discomfort level just increased significantly.”
His voice is calm. “Sit. Now.” A pause. Then, softer: “…Please.”
- He helps you settle properly.
He adjusts pillows with meticulous care. One behind your back, one under your knees, arranging everything until the position eases the pressure just slightly.
“Better?” If you nod, he continues. If you shake your head, he adjusts again without complaint.
- He optimizes your environment.
He dims harsh lighting. Closes the curtains to block out overwhelming stimuli. Adjusts the room temperature with precision.
Every small detail attended to. Every possible source of discomfort minimized.
“Your body is under enough strain. Your surroundings shouldn’t add to it.”
- He brews something warm.
Tea. Herbal blends he researched specifically for this. Warm water with ginger if nausea is involved. He sets it on your nightstand within easy reach, along with water and anything else you might need.
“Sip slowly. Warmth assists circulation and can ease muscle tension.”
- He stays close.
When the pain spikes, he kneels beside the bed and takes your hand. His thumb brushes steady, rhythmic lines across your knuckles. “Focus here. Match my breathing.”
He breathes slowly. Waiting for you to follow. “Good. Again.”
- If you panic
His voice drops to something gentler. Softer. “You’re not dying. It’s your body, not an enemy. And I’m here.” He squeezes your hand.
“I won’t let anything happen to you.”
- If you nearly faint
He catches you instantly. One arm behind your back, the other under your knees, supporting your full weight like it’s nothing. “Careful. I have you.”
He lowers you carefully back down, checking your pulse—but his hand trembles slightly against your wrist.
“…You worry me.” It’s the closest he’ll come to admitting he was scared.
- He reads to you.
When you’re resting, he sits beside you and reads aloud. Alchemical texts. Philosophy. Poetry. Whatever he has on hand. His voice is low, rhythmic, calming. The words don’t matter as much as the sound.
- He researches solutions.
Later, when you’re sleeping, he’s searching for better remedies. Herbal supplements. Pressure points. Heating techniques. Anything that might ease this for you next time. Because if there’s a solution, he will find it.
- He doesn’t leave.
Not until your breathing evens out completely. Not until the tension leaves your body. Not until he’s certain you’re truly resting.
Only then does he allow himself to relax.
“Sleep well,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead.
“I’ll be here when you wake.”
Anaxa treats this with the same intensity he applies to everything he cares about. Which is to say: completely. You are important to him. Therefore, your pain is unacceptable. And he will do everything in his power to ease it.
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A/N: Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. :) Likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated. :)
