you glare at him balefully from the other side of the bed, your arms wrapped around you, shivering like a leaf in the wind.
“come on.” he gestures at you, giving you those pleading, adorable, puppy dog eyes.
phainon’s holding the blanket hostage. his arms are open. and the night is very, very cold.
“c’mon,” he coos again, and when he wiggles closer, you find it hard to turn away from the inviting warmth.
“there we go,” he says, voice muffled by the blanket. he bundles you up into his arms, against his solid chest, locking his legs around you. “there you go. come snuggle.”
despite yourself, you find your muscles relaxing, as phainon strokes his fingers through you hair, massaging at the top of your neck. it feels so unfairly nice, the way he envelopes you completely through sheer size alone, holding you with just enough pressure to be cosy.
you try making a sound of displeasure, but it’s hard when your voice is muffled by his chest. and you decide it’s okay if phainon wins - for today, at least.
mydei
“open up,” he tells you sternly.
“no,” you reply sharply. though you suppose your threatening face rather loses its edge when you’re lying weak in bed with a raging fever and a churning stomach.
“don’t be stubborn. i don’t have all day.”
the juxtaposition of big, scary mydeimos trying to feed you a bowl of hot soup he’d made would be quite jarring to the casual onlooker. but for the past few days, you’ve realised that he has the meticulous hand for caring for people as he nursed you slowly but surely back to health.
you squeak in surprise when mydei reaches forward and squishes your cheeks in a hand. he blows on the spoon, and delivers it skilfully into your mouth like a mama bird.
you swallow, because you’re not a child (and his cooking is too good to go to waste.)
“i’m not a baby,” you add uselessly. “you don’t have to feed me.
“i know,” he replies, with the patience of a mother too tired to correct her petulant child, and you feel sufficiently chided that you keep your mouth shut until he's done feeding you.
anaxagoras
it’s not often that anaxagoras keeps his mouth shut, but when he does, you know him well enough to know that he’s observing something.
typically that something is you. but still, you yelp quietly when he seemingly wanders up into your vicinity and claps his hands onto your shoulders.
“what the f- oh.”
anaxa forces your shoulders down, pressing into the pressure points with surprising force. it hurts, but you hadn’t noticed your tenseness until he works it out of you, methodically, robotically. it feels nice - if you put aside who's massaging you and how unfeelingly he's doing it.
“you’ve been… ahem.” he clears his throat. “you’ve been looking very… tense.”
“wow. i wonder why,” you reply drily. wasn’t this a problem of his own making? still, it was nice to be looked after, for once.
both of you spend a moment in silence.
“i’m surprised you noticed,” you murmur faintly.
his silence is notably loud. "...why would i not have noticed?"
"hm," you reply. "i don't know."
perhaps it was the way he seemed to see you as more of an experiment than a human person. if your feelings weren't serving his hypothesis, anaxa tended to brush them off. it was easy to feel lesser-than - even when all the while you were fighting to be otherwise.
you swallow back your pride. “this is… nice,” you force out.
anaxa’s hands pause. “…yes?”
you nod, hesitantly.
“good.” and though you can’t see his face, you get the distinct feeling he might be smiling.
Imagine being crowded in the lift each morning at your workplace. You're stuck in the very corner at the back, trying to breathe amidst the press of cologne and suits.
As luck (good or bad, you haven't decided yet) would have it, you're stuck next to your workplace crush, Anaxa, except everyone calls him by his full name because he gets snappy otherwise. He smells faintly like oil, a very curious detail that you'd always noticed but never had the guts to ask about.
The other person trapping you against the wall is an unfamiliar face. A shock of light blue hair and similarly coloured eyes - oh, he's smiling at you. You flash him a brief smile back. Probably a new intern on the job... his enthusiasm will be gone in a few days though, you're sure of that.
But why's he so huge? Did he use to be some sort of athlete? Such a waste he's stuck here behind a desk like you are, instead of out on the playing field. It feels like he's blocking you off from the rest of the people in the lift, however, and you appreciate that.
Then you're at your floor. Anaxa pushes out ahead of you easily, but you're stuck, still struggling to wade through the crowd.
He turns around to pull you through just as the newbie reaches around you to help. Then all three of you are standing on the lift landing and they're exchanging sharp, tense looks. The greenie introduces himself as Phainon, and would a pretty face like yours please show him to the manager's office? He's new and he'd hate to get lost on his first day.
You can feel Anaxa's disapproval. Is it so hard to follow the signs, or is he just that dumb?
Cue Mydei - heir of the company, grumpy, and very hot-headed. What the hell are you doing standing around here with these idiots?
Then there's you, being pulled each every way, not wanting to trod on any toes but very sure that there's a fight about to break out under your very nose no matter who you choose.
"Phai-non, I wanna- mmph, wanna cum, please, Phai-"
The room fills again with the wet sound of fingers rubbing your clit. Your back arches, your hips pressing into his hand and chasing your pleasure, so close, so cl-
Phainon snatches his hand away, and you have no more energy to resist the feeble cry of desperation as your orgasm teeters - and fades away again.
"Shh," he murmurs, but you can hear the smile on his lips. "I have to teach you a lesson, don't I?
“‘m sorry,” you cry out, pressing your face to the palm he brings up to cup your cheek. “I won’t try to leave again, I promise.”
“Mhmm.” Phainon makes a sound of approval when you nibble on the pad of his thumb, kissing away unshed tears. “And?”
“And- and I love you.”
“Really?”
"Really," you sob, nuzzling into his touch.
He hums, pleased, sinking his fingers right where you needed them.
"Good girl," he says when you keen, your back arching. The rough, calloused pads of his fingers scrapes against your soft, ribbed walls, making tears spark in your eyes.
"Phai," you gasp, writhing against his grip, so hard you know it'll leave bruises the next day. "Phainon, please, please, pl-"
Your orgasm crashes over you with no warning. You cry out, rough and hoarse, so sensitive at that point that your vision whites out for a moment.
"There there," Phainon soothes, through your twitching, pleasure-addled haze. "Behave, and we'll never have to do that again."
phainon yandere profile. gender neutral, TW // yandere, nsfw at the end. credits @cinnamonest for the profile template. :)
What is he generally like? Is he self-aware, lucid, or obsessive? How does he behave?
Phainon is, in all variations of him, just a big dog with a tortured heart. He's desperate for your attention and approval, for someone to never leave him and carry the burden of the prophecy with him. Despite being surrounded by his fellow flame-chasers and admirers, he feels painfully lonely, knowing that at the end of the day, the only person who can truly walk his path is himself.
He's a little intense when it comes to the people around him, so you likely wouldn't think of him as obsessive at first - it's just how he is, so you believe. Phainon really leans into the 'pity me' card (complete with the puppy dog look), and neither you or nor anyone else can say anything about it. He creeps into your life, entwining himself with you until by the time you look down, it's too late.
He's obsessive and self-aware. He knows what he's doing is wrong, like threatening people or restricting your freedom, but Phainon will jump through any and all mental hoops to convince himself (and you) that it's all for your own good, hence obsessive. Idk the cognitive dissonance is strong with this one.
How do you meet him?
You’d have to be something special - preferably someone beyond the stars, someone who isn’t familiar with Okhema’s customs at all. Phainon would have trouble with separating you from the people he’s supposed to be a hero to, even if you were able to see him for him.
Alternatively, a childhood friend would do very well for him. Phainon remembers every precious memory he had with you before he could be coined Chrysos Heir. He attaches himself to you obsessively, completely sure that you’re the only person who could ever understand the true him and relieve the burden of all the blood on his hands.
How likely will he kidnap his darling?
Talking strict kidnapping, 1/10. Phainon doesn't need to keep you in his house to control you - he has power and sway over the people, and when that doesn't work, a few well placed bribes help so that someone has their eye on you at all times. Besides, he wants to see you happy and he wants you to accept him, most of all. Kidnapping you would be the antithesis of all that.
How difficult is it to escape from him? How does he restrain his darling? How does he deal with attempted escape?
10/10 difficulty, both physically and from his area of influence. Phainon would make up all sorts of excuses to stay with you a little while longer, whine and complain that he never gets to see you (lie), and try to wriggle his way into your home or coerce you back to his, even if it might make him seem a bit like... loser. He keeps you stuck to his side and in his shadow by sliding an arm around your waist or shoulder under the pretence of friendliness; he's clingy like you've never known clingy before.
He’s not above using drugs to achieve his desired outcome either, for example, making you so sleepy that you can’t turn down an invitation back to his place. Phainon feels bad about it at first, but when he sees you dozing uncontrollably on his shoulder, it's not difficult to wave the guilt away. And he finds it gets easier the more he does it! So it can't be all bad, can it?
From his area of influence, it’s easy enough to arrange for a little accident, a hiccup with your finances, whatever it takes to keep you within the city and keep you from leaving his side where he can reach you. There's no attempted escape from him - unless you're willing to hurt the people you love on your way out.
How easy is it to trick, deceive, or manipulate him?
For some minor trickery, like making up some excuse to slip away from a social situation, it’s easy enough. Phainon would rather gaslight himself into thinking you’re always right and that you’d never lie to him, and so he’ll let you get away with small lies even if he knows they are lies. True deception and manipulation is tough, however. He’s always two steps ahead of you - experienced warrior, remember? And well-loved by the citizens besides. Somebody would tell on you, even if he slips up.
You could manipulate him by showering him with love if you're smart about it. You'd have to prepare your exit while giving him lots of hugs and kisses and telling him how much you appreciate him, and Phainon will melt. Play to his rose-tinted glasses and you'll be able to conceal your true plans - just be prepared to move fast, and keep running for as long as you live.
How lenient is he? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?
He’s pretty liberal in the grand scheme of things. He lets you go about your day, stay in your home, continue to have your friends and family with you. But as Phainon closes in on possessing you, you get the distinct feeling that people are beginning to be uncomfortable around you, and that certain choice people have started disappearing - like the colleague who tried asking you out once. You’d turned him down, of course. But that doesn’t stop Phainon from taking… precautions.
You’re denied your freedom in the sense that every way you turn, you come up against the iron bars of your metaphorical bird cage. A gilded cage is still a cage, after all, and it's frustrating to know that someone is pulling the strings behind the scenes even though you have no idea who it is.
What kind of rules does he have? What kind of punishments would he use?
The one and only rule Phainon has: no leaving his side. And he means that in the grand scheme of things, as in no dying, and no leaving Okhema. He thinks he doesn't ask for much, really!
He isn't actually fond of punishing you. He likes to treat you like a delicate flower, so he lavishes you in all sorts of luxuries and creature comforts. The most punishment he'd ever use would be to isolate you in his home with nothing but himself for company. It's not the worst, all things considered, but I imagine spending a month alone with Phainon is enough to drive anyone up the wall.
How does he deal with rivals, or perceived rivals?
Phainon can be surprisingly peace-loving when it comes to his "rivals", or at the very least has no desire to hurt the people he's supposed to serve and protect. He tries to let killing be his last resort, and calls in favours from here or there to make sure your paths never cross again. Threats would come anonymously and are usually enough to deter them from ever speaking to you again.
He kills when he has to, though, and makes sure to do the deed himself. He wouldn't trust anyone else with such an important job.
How easy is it to make him mad? What does his anger look like?
Phainon doesn’t get mad so much as he gets desperate, upset, and very, very clingy. It hurts him if you reject him, talk about leaving the city or even Amphoreus, or try to lie to him. He’s nothing but good to you and has only ever acted for your benefit, so why do you treat him in this way? Tears are common. He doesn’t intend to guilt trip, but he does it very well. You feel like you're kicking a lost puppy in the rain whenever you hurt him. Is it ever worth it?
In a parallel vein, Phainon does get jealous. That’s when he feels the need to shower you in physical gifts, or mark you with bruises and bite marks and leave you so sore that there’s no doubt about who had done that to you. He wraps you all up in his arms, even in public, making sure that word spreads fast who this Chrysos Heir has his eye on.
Does he see you as above, beneath, or equal to him?
He sees his darling as his saviour, his rock, his anchor to whatever good is left in his world, so I’d say he sees you as above him. You’re his mortal god, and no normal human would ever relinquish their grasp on their god, would they?
How determined is he for you to love him, or is he content just having you?
It's a little bit of both for Phainon. He's not really determined so much as he is the type to roll around on his bed complaining about whyyy don't you love him back, kneel before you and worship the ground you walk on, anything you want.
He'll pour his everything into loving you, but if he expects anything back, it vacillates. He doesn't quite believe he's deserving of love, after all, and if something loves him back he fears he might lose it. So if you spend the rest of your life hating him, he supposes it's alright as long as you're safe, even if it hurts.
It's either that or he falls into a darkness every once in a while and really needs your comfort and affection. Denying him when he's like this is a sure way to be pulled into some... intimate endeavours.
How forceful is he? Does he care about your willingness?
Like before, it depends on his mood. Usually he's doing his best to coax you into warmer feelings for him, but sometimes, he allows himself to slip and treat you as an object of love rather than another person. Phainon isn't really forceful as in fond of using brute force, but he'll manipulate and cajole until your willingness becomes "your idea", or at least until he can gaslight you into thinking it was your idea.
General perverseness: How sexual is he? What's his drive like? Touchy? Any reservations about sexuality?
Touchy? Extremely. And not even in a perverse manner, Phainon just likes hugs and kisses and cuddles that way.
He doesn't really have any reservations about sexuality - he likes you, he wants you, that's all it is to him. But he doesn't like the idea of forcing you either (without the help of certain substances, at least.) He's definitely much more respectful in the beginning, letting you take things at your own pace. Just don't let him wait for too long...
His drive is constant but not uncontrollably high. Phainon's always in the mood to worship his darling, be it through gifts or pleasure. Whatever darling wants, darling gets, and he's more than happy to provide, even to the point of neglecting his own pleasure.
What body parts of his darling does he like the most?
Probably thighs. He just likes the softness and the warmth of it all, squeezing and kneading your flesh. It's intimate but not too intimate, and he can keep you close while he indulges. :)
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gifts they leave you anonymously. gender neutral, reader is mentioned to wear perfume in phainon's part. TW // yandere. happy belated white day. :)
Anaxagoras
When you open your door one morning, you find a small bouquet of your favourite flower and a necklace in its box on your doorstep.
Anaxa watches you, hidden from all sight as you look up and down the street in confusion, then bring both the gifts inside. Good. The tension in his chest eases a little. At least you hadn't thrown them away.
When you meet him in the market (by chance, he says, though he knows that's a lie), he's delighted to see you wearing his gift. He'd picked it out specially for you, knowing that it was too pretty for you not to wear despite its unknown sender.
It brings out your eyes, he wants to tell you. You look wonderful.
"Anaxa? You're staring again."
He blinks. Yes, he'd been staring again, enraptured by your beauty - not just that, but the pendant around your throat, your voice, your curious, concerned expression...
He wets his lips. "My apologies. I had a late night."
"Oh, well." You take the arm he offers to you, the picture of the perfect gentleman. "You really should get more rest. You're always working."
"I'll be fine." Your warmth against his body is impossibly intoxicating. He pulls you a little closer into him. "As you were saying...?"
"Oh, yes!" You finger the pendant absently. "It was so strange. Someone left me flowers and this necklace at my door, but I have no clue who it is. Do you have any idea who it might be?"
He shakes his head, a smile playing on his lips. "No idea. None at all."
Mydei
A box of chocolates sits in your cubbyhole, nestled next to your bag.
"Did someone leave this here?" you ask. Your colleague simply shrugs.
You lock up for the night, nibbling on one of the chocolates. It's just the right amount of sweetness you prefer.
Well, good food is good food, no matter where it comes from.
"Mydei!" You give the former crown prince a cheerful wave. He's leaning on the wall across the store with his signature smouldering expression, the same way he'd been doing the past few weeks since you'd met him. "Look, someone left me chocolates!"
Mydei tenses. Who? Was there an admirer of yours that he wasn't aware about?
Until you wave his box around, and he relaxes. Of course. He was the only one left with his eye on you, obviously.
"Chocolates?" he scoffs. "They should have left something better."
"Come on now." You bump him with your shoulder, an act only you'd dare to pull off. "It's the thought that counts. I appreciate them... even if you won't."
You narrow your eyes playfully at him. Mydei shoves your face away as gently as he dares, and you reel away laughing.
This is all he'd dare to ask for - simple nights spent walking you home, relishing what little time he might have left with you.
Phainon
You almost miss the letter fluttering in the crack beneath your door.
You nearly step on it on your way out, then quickly lunge after it and snatch it out of the sky before it can fly away.
You turn it over in your hands. It hadn't even come with an envelope, a detail that makes you smile to yourself. What if it'd be raining? It reminded you of one of the people closest to you - Phainon, Chrysos Heir and absolute dork when not on the battlefield.
The paper is heavy and the writing neat and looping. Had the sender commissioned a professional to write this for you?
A call from down the road has you looking up. Speaking of the devil, Phainon was trotting down the street, looking about as cheery as anyone could in the mornings.
"Good morning!" He pulls you into a hug; something that'd been odd to you at first, but you'd gotten used to it eventually. Phainon was affectionate like that, you decided. "What's that?"
He gestures towards the letter in your hand.
"A letter for me, I think." You fold it back in half. "I'll read it later."
"Oh-" Phainon catches your hand. You look at him, startled. "Wh-why not you read it now?"
"What?" You snort with laughter. "You're being weird, but okay."
As you stroll along to your destination, peering at the words carefully, Phainon gazes (read: stares) down at you, taking in every detail of your focused expression, the way your hair catches the wind, relishing the scent of perfume on your skin, still fresh before the sun can sear it away.
What are you thinking about the words he spent so long trying to piece together? Nothing he could say could fully encompass everything he felt for you... but still, he'd had to try.
gender neutral, TW // yandere, breaking and entering. creative liberties were taken with the timeline of events.
Even as you sink into the cushions on the lounger, soft as heaven on your weary body, something prickles at the back of your mind. It isn't about the breathtaking view from the balcony, no, nor the quiet, peaceful murmuring of the people of Amphoreus in the baths beyond your door.
You roll over onto your back, closing your eyes. Blue flashes at you in the darkness - blue so light it might almost be white, akin to the colour of the age-old ice on Jarilo VI.
Your brow furrows. Something about Phainon rubs you the wrong way. It might be the unfamiliar way his name feels on your tongue, his imposing presence out of sheer size alone - or the way he looks at you, so full of longing and yearning that it makes you uncomfortable.
It's ridiculous, of course. You've never met him before, let alone trust the whole concept of him. A hero, one of just a handful, to save the entire planet of Amphoreus from certain disaster? If anything, that spelled disaster to you.
"Phainon," you mutter to yourself. "P, H, A... or is it F, A, I...?"
A soft chuckle. "It's P, H, if you must know, my dear.”
Even before the door shuts with its quiet click, you’re sitting bolt upright, fingertips tingling with the promise of your weapon just beyond your reach.
Phainon hovers in your doorway, slipping the key into his pocket. Both hands are raised in a placating gesture, his expression apologetic and kind - if he wasn’t literally breaking and entering, he might have been trying to pacify a small animal.
“What the hell-” you bite out. “-are you doing here?”
He paces forward, no sudden movements. “I just wanted to talk. In private.”
“By locking me in my room?”
Phainon doesn’t grace the question with an answer. “It’s you, isn’t it? You tried to fly to the stars. They said you’d crashed, but I swore you had escaped.”
“Wha- what are you talking about?”
He’s at the foot of the lounger now, lowering himself to his knees before you. You can’t even bring yourself to draw your weapon.
“Please, my love.” Phainon clasps your hand in both of his. You’re shocked to see tears - real, genuine tears - welling up in his eyes, trembling as he pulls your knuckles to his lips. “It has to be you.”
It isn’t. You remember every second of your life, documented readily in home pictures and videos. You know your parents’ faces, remember their names as vividly as you know yours.
"I don't know who you're talking about, Phainon." And in an attempt to soothe him, you rest a hand on top of his. "I'm sorry."
His head remains lowered for a heartbeat, and when he looks at you again, a tear has tracked its way down his cheek. Phainon stares deep into your eyes for a long, long moment.
Then he's tugging roughly, knocking you back to pin you down onto the lounger.
"It's okay, my love. I'll help you remember."
His tears on your mouth are salty, his fingers around your wrists unyielding.
