May 26, 2025
Puppy therapy 🐾☀️
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Puppy therapy 🐾☀️
phainon x isekai!reader
> in which reader pierce their ears for a reason
this is probably my most random thought yet lol. i’m literally on my way to work and was writing this on my notes in my phone. so apologies for the capitalizations, this was turned off in my phone.
my momentum almost got cut off because i need to get off the car and enter the office. almost forgot my thoughts! warning: it also ends randomly lol
my very first ever phainon x reader!
anyway, i hope you enjoy it.
note: no proofreading
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it’s been so many years that you lost count how long you’ve been here.
it was great at first, yes. this was the game you’re playing and you love everyone there, especially the men as a 2D men enthusiast.
the first few months, it was fun. you got to meet them in person, even trailblazer!
you enjoyed trailblazing with them that you ended up being part of the express.
now, your next planet was Amphoreus, which was what you’ve been waiting for! because hello? you had E5S5 Phainon! there was no way you’re missing your first ever maxed character.
that was how shit went down, until you finally had your endings.
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“And sent…” you muttered as you finished fiddling with your phone.
you yawned and stretched out—“what was sent?” Phainon asked, suddenly appearing on your side.
“fuck! you almost gave me a heart attack.” you glared at Phainon as you placed your hand on your chest. you could swear your heart was about to pop out the next second.
Phainon, on the other hand, stared at you innocently as if what he did wasn’t life-threatening.
after you calmed down, you replied, avoiding eye contact, “it’s nothing.”
it was not nothing.
the moment you averted your gaze, the alarm bells in his head started ringing.
“phone,” he commanded gently, his hand already held out to receive your phone. his gaze non-negotiable.
you sighed and gave it to him. he took it and looked at your phone with familiarity.
he hovered over the app, and his expression never hiding his frown.
“you booked for a piercing,” he stated, not even questioning. his lips pressing into a thin line, “again. your recent one just healed. where was it? ah, helix.”
“yeah, felt like getting another one.” you tried to answer casually.
“mhm,” his gaze at you deepened, concern etched on his face. then, his eyes lowered back to your phone, “… and this time, you’re getting a rook… hm? then another double lobe?”
you tried to laugh, “yeah! my outer ear is now filled. so, i think it’s time for the ones inside, don’t you think? the other ear shouldn’t also be too lonely! also, see this? it looks so pretty. i know it’d suit me.”
“Y/N…” he called out ever so softly. this might be the softest he sounded since you’ve been in this world.
“hmm?” you asked, tilting your head, pausing at your words and gestures where you were explaining how great a rook would be.
“i do agree that anything would suit you. you look wonderful, and will always be in my eyes. but,” he paused as if trying his best to sound careful with his words, “what’s wrong?”
he went closer to you, his eyes on yours, searching for something.
then, he sighed. his forehead pressed against yours.
“tell me, y/n. what’s wrong? i don’t like this.” his eyes closed, expression pained.
“i know, y/n. i know. i noticed. you’re adding piercings because you’re depressed, down, alone, and most of all, you want to leave. i know that.” his gaze now on yours, his right hand on your cheek, while the other around your waist.
“the first time you had them, i had my suspicions. you, of all people, who’d even cry at a littlest pain, suddenly getting a piercing. for titan’s sake, they were even 3 at once! double lobe and helix.” he sounded like he was pouting, complaining; you almost laughed.
he remembered. that was long ago.
“at that time, i knew you were at your lowest. your gaze at us was estranged. as if you don’t belong here. as if you were just an audience, content with watching us afar. y/n, please, tell me. what’s wrong?” he pleaded. the man was in the verge of tears, or some were already dropping.
“i…” you couldn’t answer, he hit the nail on the head. your lips pursed.
“i love you all, especially you, but this isn’t my reality. you know i’m not from here.” you confessed. he just hummed in response, waiting for your next words.
“i’ve been here for so long. i don’t wanna lose myself, i don’t wanna lose who i really am. i had those because back in my world, those where what identified me. i don’t wanna forget myself. now, i’m adding one—“
“—three” he interrupted with a bit of grumbling. this time, you really couldn’t help but chuckle.
“hmm, three. i wanted to remember who i am again. you know, when nostalgia hits, i feel like wanting to go back home.”
his arm around your waist tightened. “if you had a chance of going back, i won’t stop you, even if it’d kill me. i don’t want you to leave me…” his expression was conflicted. torn between giving you happiness and leaving by his side.
you chuckled, “like i said, it’s just me having relapse. i’m fine, but i’m sad today. so, i went to book for this. will you accompany me?”
“absolutely.”
“maybe we could get one for yours too,” you laughed.
he pouted and turned away, though his hand still around your waist.
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“ow! be gentle,” he almost cried.
you laughed as you applied an ointment on his piercing.
watching the needle poking holes on your ears when he accompanied you, his heart ached for you, knowing the reason behind you’re getting those.
in the end, he also had one—helix.
“i already told you to sleep on the other side! you’re so chaotic when you sleep, see what happens!” you said helplessly, trying to clean the bump forming inside the shell of his ear.
the piercer already warned and provided aftercare tips, but of course, Phainon being such a mess, ended up doing the opposite.
“fortunately, you’re here, for my aftercare. thank you, y/n. i’m really glad you’re here with me.” you smiled in response as you continued tending for his ear.
ever since that day where all your cards were laid, he’d been giving you assurance every chance he could get.
how your presence and existence here mattered. how big of an impact it was that you’re with him.
“done! next time, please be more careful or i’ll just tie you up in bed so you’d sleep on one side throughout the night.”
“really?” you swore you could see those ears of him perking up. you gave him a judgmental look.
he pouted.
you inspired me to make pienon
OUHGHFJFJF PIENON IM SOBBING HELLO. thank u guys… I love ur beautiful phainon variations… here is peenon eating pienon… (cannibalism)
Meta is temporary, Phainon is eternal
He isn’t Phainon! He is Pie-non, the ultimate Pie-non!
A curious fae floats near Arthur and presses a note into his hands, “For you?”
It looks crinkles and old, lightly stained, but it reads:
Good evening, Arthur, have you been sleeping well?
I hope so. I hope you have many good dreams and rest peacefully at night.
I wrote this while watching the sunset. I’ve been doing that a lot, it helps when I feel lonely or sad. Maybe you should do it as well? Along with breathing exercises!
Goodnight
🥧
Arthur chuckled softly at the note. Whoever sent this... it almost reminded him of Lewis. Or maybe Lewis's dad. Or mom. They were always on him about eating and taking care of himself. The note niggled at that nostalgia as he read it.
Like the others, he carefully folded it, and placed it in a box he'd set up. The other notes were also in there, a small growing collection, to look at when he needed it.
There’s a ripped up note that has been hastily taped together, it’s dropped onto Arthurs mailbox carelessly
The fae who delivers it smiles at him, “for you~”
Hi Arthur!
I know there’s little I can do about the fae... the threats of memory is stressful, and I can only imagine how horrible it has you feeling.
I love you, Arthur. Whatever happens, I’ll be here for you.
🥧
The paper loses a piece in his hands as his fingers tighten around it while he walks. He finds where it fluttered, a corner the peeled off as it crumpled, and he sticks it back to the glued edge of the tape it had escaped. He reads it again. He holds it closer.
Arthur lets out a watery breath, and folds it with meticulous care, before it finds a pocket, to stay safe.