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Why even is the Reader a Saint, married (in name) to a god she so clearly resents? That' probably one of the biggest questions I have, because she is so plainly obvious about it, to the point that everyone in the temple knows and the Head Priest is barely even trying to curb her behaviour.
This cannot be a normal occurence, to have a hight position filled by someone who's practically be forced into the position; though Reader acknowledges the benefits (food, shelter, material needs taken care of) gained... which implies several things about how she lived before becoming a Saint.
I don't even think this entire Saint thing is a legit Khaslana/Phainon-approved practice. Phainon's answer to her question of being married seems likely to be his own divine opinion: that it doesn't really count. Maybe it's more of a vetting process and he picks one of the three (in his Phainon guise) later. But imagining how every Saint would take the revelation later is... yikes.
Reader's not the only one that's going to flip her shit. My question about her in that instance is, what would she do in response, what choice does can she make once the deception's been revealed? Does she even get to have any say?
(Honestly, if I didn't get hit with the biggest writer's block right after posting the second part...)
Honestly, it's more of a crashout than what i idea i had, since the person you've been getting close with, having romantic feelings, and also helping you improve your mentality on life and living as a whole, especially in times where you are the most vulnerable, it genuinely hurts, the actions afterwards will have a lot of emtional behind them.. it might be harsh choice, one that might break their relationship. And the reader will probably might get to have a say, since it was stated that Lord Khaslana doesn't exactly do or say anything to her, even when she's rude or disrespectful. If the problem was her speech or the way she talks, wouldn't she have been dealt with a long time ago?
Sorry if this was vague, but I still haven't written part three yet (or imagined the scenes in it)๐
hi! your DMs are only for people who follow you, but I did wanna find a more private place to talk
I know I've been kinda rambling in your comments about social politics and stuff, and I'm mildly concerned that it might be too much so I wanted to come in here and let you know I appreciated you coming back in and discussing things with me even though you don't have to
the whole experience turned into a learning experience in more ways than one. because this character holds different beliefs and her situation and society have their own rules, so within the context of the character you've developed her choices seem inline with what you've revealed of her. Even if I disagree with her, y'know? The choices are also revealing more about her, and her overall mental state.
Oh and she'd be ready to immediately remarry too. But Khaslana isn't a "mortal" so rules may not apply to him, I suppose.
I am looking forward to whatever you have planned next! Apologies if I overstepped at any point in our interactions!
(oh and wanted to quickly you've managed to imbue Phoebe with a fair amount of complexity within such a short span of time like kudos to you. The reader too!)
Aw, you're too nice. I'll be honest, I'm just a goofy fanfic writer ๐, like even with my first part, it was basically going to be one-off type of writing with not much work or thought put into it (like my usual writing) since worldbuilding will actually make me bash my own head. So I'm shocked that people were actually into the nonsense I'm going into that I actually didn't think too hard on (or cringed at since i thought it was kinda corny from perspective)....I'm just a girl at the end of the day ๐ฉท.
Your thoughts on my story make me so happy, I love to hear people's opinions!
listen the panic. The PANIC. like I know Phainon and Khaslana are the same person (right?) maybe I donโt know actuallyโฆ.
but the tagsโฆ
I digress. Like assuming Phainon is just Khaslana trying to win over his wifeโs favor, like WE know that but SHE doesnโt and Iโm just like
moral dilemma moral dilemma moral dilemma
but Pheobe was so out of line. The hell does she mean โspread her legs for that man?โ Like thatโs a BOLD accusation
like if she was trying to advise the reader like, girl youโre still married, for your own sake girl letโs not do anything that would be bad for you. But nope, she went straight with the โyouโre a hoโ line of reprimand.
though with the whole: โI hate Khaslana even though I was just kissing his alternate identity Phainonโ has me thinkingโฆ
like imagine just waking up to Khaslana staring at you, elbows on your mattress, head cradled in his palms and being like: โso you hate Khaslana?โ And then switches over to Phainonโs face like: โthatโs not what you felt when you were kissing me,โ
And watch the drama explode
all this to sayโฆI am really curious to see how the Phainon/Khaslana x Reader drama unfollows
The relationship between Phoebe and the reader was based on the whole co-wife ideology (in ancient Greece/Rome). Women would usually expose each other to gain favour or cause disgrace, but there wasnโt exactly solid proof that it was for purely moral reasons. Jealousy and revenge definitely played a role.
Maybe itโs Phoebe just trying to survive by throwing the reader under the bus. Or perhaps sheโs envious that the reader actually found love. Or maybe itโs jealousy that the reader doesnโt have to follow the same laws and rules as her, which makes her see the reader as Lord Khaslanaโs favouriteโPhoebe sees the reader as the worst wife out of all three. It could be some extreme version of purity culture, or just a shallow perspective on her side (and the readerโs too), judging each other even though theyโve basically never talked or gotten to know each other on a personal level. (Decisionsโฆ decisions.)
I see your vision!! I could see the teasing after..I might need more time than before since I wrote like 4k words and that is definitely not for weak headcanon and oneshot writer like meโฆsince im thinking of wanting to expand on the sides of the other wives since those are interesting since theyโre their own people as well before getting married (not sure how ill do that) and lord Khaslana side perspective as well.
๐ซ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐๐ถ๐ธ๐๐๐๐: Phainon/Lord Khaslana x Female reader
๐ซ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐: You always hated being one of the wives of Lord Khaslana, living the rest of your life in the misery of a never-ending cycle. Until you were given a beautiful watch keeper, named Phainon, did your feelings about life begin to change?
๐ซ๐ฒ๐ถ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐: 4k word count (I've lost my mind), Spoiler? Age Gap between the reader and Phainon/Khaslana, Alternate Universe, wrong lore?, Angst? Lord Khaslana has two other wives (not seen as romantic by him, though), religious mentions, dark/violent language, spelling mistakes, bad writing, not sure of anything else, still not finished ๐
๐ซ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐: Didn't expect people to really like the last one, I had so many drafts of the first part that were way darker and a bit insane, but y'all got the wholesome one. still not finished...part three if anyone wants it
๐ซ๐ ๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐๐
Phainon, your watchful keeper, wasnโt as bad as you first thought. Though you remained wary of himโafter all, he reported to the high priest and wasnโt really your โfriendโโyou found yourself slowly happier having him around. Somehow, he seemed willing to do anything you wanted, anything at all. Even that one time you wanted to skip prayer because your knees hurt, you somehow gave in after telling Phainon that thought.
Lord Khaslana, it seemed, adored Phainon far more than he ever did youโand who could blame him, given a face like that.
The evidence was clear: whenever you spent time alone with Phainon, birds would begin to gather, landing atop you both, much to your dismay as Phainon laughed while you tried to shoo them away.
Or that hot summer morning, when you casually mentioned at breakfast that rain would be a relief from the heatโand as soon as Phainon joined you, the sky opened and rain began to fall.
Not once during your stay had your prayers been answeredโat least, not the ones you actually cared enough to ask for. But when Phainon was by your side, all these little miracles seemed to happen.
It must be that Lord Khaslana truly adored Phainon more than any of his wives. But you kept that thought to yourselfโyou might get struck by lightning if you dared expose it. (It was only a funny thoughtโyou hoped the lord couldnโt read minds.) After all, he was the husband. He could have a tempter, even temptresses, as side pieces if he wished, and none of the wives could do anything about it, no matter how much they might wish.
One thing was obvious, thoughโyou seemed so much happier these days.
Your eyes, back then, had always looked utterly hopeless, full of resentment whenever anyone dared to look at youโthe gaze of a woman who had lost all hope, trapped by the duty to serve a husband she barely knew.
โBecause a womanโs worth is said to lie in her husbandโs favorโeven if sheโs the least cherished of the three, she is still expected to remain devoted. After all, a woman is the heart of her husband, whether he remembers it or not.โ
Those were the first words spoken to you when reprimanded. But a wife being the husbandโs heart didnโt apply to youโthe moment you took your vows alone, his heart would have stopped beating long ago. (How many hearts does one selfish husband need?)
You were the only one with such thoughts in the temple. The other two wives, Daphne and Phoebeโwhom you had to regard as sisters since you all shared the same lordโnever shared your sentiment.
They were uncomfortable around you; it was obvious. They whispered their conversations only after you left, like children waiting for their parents to exit the room before continuing their tasks.
They were naive. Lord Khaslana never visited themโnever on their wedding nights or even attempted to consummate the marriageโjust like with you. Yet that never stopped them from dreaming of children when you walked past.
You once overheard them discussing having children at the dinner table. You didnโt understand why hearing that made you sickโit was usual for girls to start having children at fifteen, but you were already quite old for your age, and far behind.
Yet those memories and thoughts began to fade as you spent more time with Phainon. Even the high priest noticed the change, which was no secretโyou got into less trouble and your attitude softened.
โYou seem quite happy these days,โ the high priest said with a smile, speaking about something other than a lecture as you stood in his office. His words pulled you out of your daydream.
โโฆIs that so?โ you replied carefully, a bland smile tugging at your lips. You never trusted the high priestโs kindnessโit was always laced with something else.
โLord Khaslana also seems pleased that you feel this way. It seems the idea of sending you a personal watch keeper has had a positive outcome,โ he added, referring to the previous โblessingsโ attributed to Lord Khaslanaโthough you doubted it, pushing the thought to the back of your mind.
โIโm grateful thatโs the case.โ
Phainon had miraculously pulled you out of your bed-rotting routine, coaxing you to come out and have some fun with himโwithout the guards, no less. At first, you were a bit annoyed; your social battery was practically nonexistent, and the idea of going outside felt exhausting. But Phainonโs relentless positive attitude didnโt waver, no matter how many times you refused. Eventually, he promised something really specialโalong with โdeliciousโ foodโand that was enough to get you to agree.
Now, here you were, sitting under the shade of a tree with Phainon, eating skewers together. Phainon had several skewers balanced in one hand, each one a different type of animal meat. He insisted you try them all. You suspected he was just being gluttonous.
โIs it good, my lady?โ he asked, eyes bright and eager, watching your every expression so closely you almost imagined him wagging a white dog tail with matching ears.
โI havenโt even tried it yet,โ you said, squinting at him before taking a bite. The meat was soft, tender, and surprisingly hot, causing an immediate sting on your tongue. You held it in your mouth as long as you could before swallowing.
โAh! Are you alright?!โ Phainonโs voice was filled with worry as he checked on you. โI shouldโve cooled it down before telling you to eat.โ
You waved your hand dismissively, cheeks puffed out from the lingering heat, trying not to cough like you would when choking on water. โItโsโฆ fine,โ you managed, eyes watering slightly before calming down.
โYou should eat before the skewers cool down,โ Phainon urged, his worried expression softening into a relieved smile as he saw you recover.
โAh, youโre right, my lady! But I couldnโt enjoy them until I knew you were okay.โ He chuckled and took a bite of his own skewer, eyes lighting up with delight.
โMmm! This oneโs amazingโyou have to try the lamb next!โ He eagerly held out another skewer, the scent of perfectly seasoned meat wafting through the air. Despite your initial reluctance, you couldnโt deny the foodโand his companyโwere making this outing far more enjoyable than you expected.
You switched the skewer you had with a bite taken out to the lamb one, about to take a bite when Phainon stopped you. โWait, my lady.โ He gently blew on the meat. โNow you wonโt be burned.โ His warm smile, flashing teeth, made your stomach flutter unexpectedly, and you quickly took the bite as if to chase away that strange feeling.
The lamb was even more tender than the last. The spices danced on your tongueโrich, smoky, with just the right hint of heat. You chewed slowly, savoring it before swallowing and glancing at Phainon, who watched you with the same expectant sparkle in his eyes.
โWell?โ he prompted, leaning in slightly. โDo you like it?โ
You hesitated, watching his reaction closely. His brows knitted together in exaggerated worry.
โOh no, did I pick a bad one? I swear the vendor said it wasโโ
โItโs good,โ you cut him off before he could spiral.
His face lit up as if youโd crowned him king. โYou made me worried there.โ He laughed, then paused, an epiphany striking him as he rummaged through his things while you finished your lamb.
โMy lady,โ he called, drawing your attention to a delicate hairpin he held out. It was silver filigree shaped like winding vines, dotted with tiny, shimmering gemstones that caught the light. He looked so silly holding skewers in one hand and this pretty hairpin in the other.
โThis is for youโyour special gift.โ
You blinked, surprised. โYouโฆ got this for me?โ
Phainon nodded eagerly. โOf course! I promised you something special. The moment I saw it, I thoughtโitโs perfect for you.โ
Your fingers hesitated before taking the hairpin. It was delicate, the silver vines shimmering with gems.
โWhy would youโ?โ
โBecause you deserve it,โ he said simply.
That strange warmth rose in your chest again, and you quickly looked away, finishing the last bite of lamb. For the first time in a long while, you heard those wordsโyou deserved somethingโwithout having to beg or ask. He had gone out of his way just to find and give it to you. You.
โThank you, Phainon.โ
You had even started doing things with Phainon that were quite frowned uponโlike how both of your clothes were sopping wet. Phainon had shed a few layers (the sun mark on his neck now more prominent), and you were lifting your dress to tie it around your waist.
Looking around at the lake, the cool, fresh water felt wonderful. Well, in reality, you were mostly just lying on your back, letting the water sway you gently. Or holding your breath to dive under, just to see what you could find beneath the surface.
Until Phainon decided to start a war with you while you were peacefully floatingโsending a huge wave that caused you to sputter and jump from the water, hair messy and gasping for air.
โSorry, my lady, my hand mustโve slipped.โ
โYour hand slipped, huh?โ You slicked your hair back and, with all your might, threw a wave back at him, drenching him in return.
โSorry, my hand mustโve slipped,โ you mocked, grinning like youโd actually won the fight.
Phainon narrowed his eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. โOh, so thatโs how it is?โ His voice was calm, but you could tell he was plotting something.
You braced yourself, but he still managed to send another splash your wayโsmaller than before but enough to hit you square in the face.
Wiping the water off, you glared. โThatโs the best youโve got?โ Without waiting for his answer, you scooped up as much water as you could and flung it back at him, catching him across the shoulder.
Water dripped from his body. Only now did your eyes begin to wander over the thin white layers of clothing clinging to him, becoming almost transparent. You felt like a man gazing upon a maidenโs bare legsโironic, since your dress was tied up to reveal your own.
His shirt clung like a second skinโevery ridge of muscle, every line traced clearly beneath the damp fabric. The sun mark on his neck pulsed faintly, glowing with the warmth of the day or the rush of movementโyou werenโt sure which.
Looking away, flustered, you barely had time to react before another wave hit you. You sputtered, wiping your face with both hands as laughter bubbled out against your will.
โYou littleโ!โ
โWatch your tongue, my lady,โ Phainon called, wading forward through the waist-deep water, a glint of mischief in his eyes. โYou never know when another... accident might happen.โ
You squinted, shielding your face with your hands, ready for another splash even as you laughed behind the barrier.
The laughter still danced in your throat, but the water between you shifted and splashed. You took one step too quicklyโmeant to land a wave of your own after you stopped laughing so muchโand instead your foot caught on a rock.
You yelped, slipping forward before you could stop yourself.
You stumbled into the water, which surged up your nose, burning sharp and fast, making your eyes scrunch shut as you flailed instinctively, water hitting your throat. Your vision blurred until you felt a pair of arms around you, lifting you up swiftly.
His arms were under your thighs, hoisting you like you weighed nothing. Your leg instinctively wrapped around his waist, and your fingers gripped his shirt before you could stop yourself. You gasped for air, hair dripping wet, the cold water leaving little trails down your back and shoulders.
โAre you alright, my lady?!โ
You coughed into his shoulder, nodding faintly despite the sting in your throat. โMโfine,โ you rasped, voice strained from water that had made itself too comfortable in your lungs. โI think I just slipped on something.โ
His arms didnโt loosenโnot even a bit. One hand held the back of your thigh, the other braced your back so tightly you felt the warmth of his palm through your soaked clothes. Your cheek rested against his shoulder, your breathing shaky but slowly settlingโand yet, even when you could breathe again, he didnโt put you down.
Deciding youโd had enough fun for the day.
The lake water sloshed around his legs with each step, dripping from both of you in long, uneven trails. He reached the shore and crouched, lowering you gently onto the soft grass like you were fragile. His movements were slow and carefulโas if you might break if he moved too fast.
You tried not to meet his eyes, mostly because yours wouldnโt stop blinking out water, your hair half-plastered across your cheek.
But thenโbefore you could ask what he was doingโhe knelt beside you, lifting your ankle gently to inspect the bottom of your foot.
โIโm not hurt,โ you tried to argue, voice hoarse. โI justโslipped, thatโs all.โ
โStill,โ he murmured, brushing a thumb across the arch of your foot, sweeping away grit or tiny pebbles. โWe wouldnโt want you to get an infection. Thank goodness you were lucky and didnโt get a cut.โ He smiled at you.
For some reason, you moved your foot, holding his hand and pressing it against his shoulder.
The second you did, you started laughing when you saw his bright eyes watching you. It almost looked like he enjoyed it.
โYou like that?โ you teased breathlessly, hair dripping in front of your face.
Phainon raised a brow, a grin tugging at his lips. His hand moved your hair away from your eyes. โMy lady, you enjoy messing with me, donโt you?โ Then he held out his hand for you to take, to lead you back home. โI just canโt help it.โ
You and Phainon didnโt even think to stop as you walked through the pearly doors of the temple, leaving a trail of water across the polished floors.
His soaked shirt clung to his skin, the sun mark on his neck glowing faintly. Your tied-up dress dripped steadily while he held his pair of shoes, and you did the same for your own.
You didnโt even notice the servantsโ horrified gazes at your drenched state and bare legs. Nor did you see the looks from Phoebe and Daphne, their eyes wide with disbelief at the sight of you like this.
As usual, Daphne, Phoebe, and you sat at one end of the table while the High Priest sat at the other. Surprisingly, the mood wasnโt terrible. You had little on your mind, just eating the same meal presented to all of you, while Daphne and Phoebe chatted as usual.
Before long, the High Priest dragged you out of your thoughts mid-bite.
โAny thoughts about the festival coming up in a few weeks?โ he asked, like a schoolteacher prompting discussion among the group.
โFestival?โ you said, confusedโlike forgetting youโd ordered something, only for it to suddenly arrive at your doorstep. Everyone looked at you oddly.
โDid you forget about the second biggest festival this year, Sister (Name)?โ Daphne tilted her head at you.
You had completely forgotten.โIt mustโve slipped my mind,โ you said softly, leaving Daphne and Phoebe stunned at how you werenโt trying to change the atmosphere with your usual attitude.
โI heard there are going to be brighter fireworks when the sun sets on the final day,โ Daphne said excitedly.
โWaitโbrighter fireworks, Sister Daphne?โ Phoebe leaned in, her voice dropping to a curious tone. โNot just flame dancers and smoke mirrors again?โ
Daphne nodded, unable to contain her grin. โA brother told me they brought in alchemists and cooks from the East this year. Apparently, they have a sky-fire that bursts into shapesโflowers, birds, and even brighter colors than before.โ
โBrighter fireworks? How wonderful!โ Phoebe said happily, but still modestly. โI have to see that. Imagine the light reflecting off silkโโ She paused and turned to you. โSister (Name), are you going to spend the fireworks with Brother Phainon?โ
The way she looked at you was cold, analyzing your response, though her lips held a pretty smile. It reminded you of your motherโs expression when you were youngerโthe same expression whenever she was angry but guests were over.
โโฆPhainon?โ you echoed softly, buying time.
You felt it againโyour childhood instinct, a strange dรฉjร vu. Phoebe barely ever talked to you; maybe you were overthinking it?
โOf course, Brother Phainon, since youโve become so closeโthank Lord Khaslana for such a blessingโsince you now have a reason to go out for the festival.โ
You used to refuse to go to festivals. Every time one came around, it brought a venomous feeling to your stomach. Instead of joining in, you stayed in your room, silently crying into your pillow from sheer loneliness.
You always told them it was because you didnโt like crowds.
They believed you, of course. Why wouldnโt they? You were the difficult wifeโa ludicrous saint for a womanโthe one least loved by Lord Khaslana.
And now?
Now you had someone who always asked you to go.
You still werenโt sure if that was why the loneliness didnโt hurt as much anymoreโฆ or if youโd just grown used to it.
Either way, you didnโt answer Phoebe right away. You lowered your eyes to your food, chewing slowly.
โIf Brother Phainon is available, I suppose I will accompany him.โ
You didnโt say it like a declaration. You said it like a shrug. Like it didnโt matter.
โOf course heโs available. He is your watchkeeper, Sister (Name), soโฆ devoted to you...โ
She leaned slightly closer, slicing a fig in half with the edge of her spoon, her voice low and smooth like a criminal getting away with a crime.
โNothing less expected from Lord Khaslanaโs devoted childrenโto treat one of his wives with such loveโmay he be blessed.โ
You must be insane.ย
The conversation moves once more as Daphne romanticizes (like she always does) about how the fireworks are going to look during such a beautiful night and how she prays for the skies to be clear that night.
Phainon was so excited for the festival; you were only slightly excitedโthe last time you felt like that was when you were a young child. Phainon had been hyping up seeing fireworks together ever since you told him what youโd heard from Sister Daphne, saying he had the perfect place to take you (but you had to wait for the final day!).
You had so much fun throughout the festival days. You laughed more than you meant to. Ate things you hadnโt had since your motherโs kitchen. Even danced onceโonly because Phainon dragged you into it, and you were too stunned to pull away.
You might have stepped on his foot a few times. You were stiff and awkward and probably looked like someone trying to walk through mud. But Phainon just laughed each time like it didnโt hurt, and if it did, he said nothing, instead picking you up.
Both feet off the ground, arms around your waist, like you weighed nothing. Like you were something light and easy to carry. You barely had time to reactโyour hands clutched his shoulders out of instinct.
You felt your heart jump into your throat.
Gosh, you hoped he didnโt see the heat on your face.
.
.
.
On the last day, as the sun was setting, everyone waited for the fireworks to begin, ready for Phainon to take you to the place he had hinted at since the festival started.
Yet when he saw youโwide-eyed and mouth agapeโlooking so effortlessly beautiful, he froze.
That hairpin he gave you a while agoโthe one he thought youโd forgotten, since heโd never seen you wear it beforeโwas tucked neatly in your hair. Your hair was done up in a soft, elegant style, and your skin had the faintest touch of makeup, just enough to catch the light. But it was your lips that held himโthe color there made you look almost unreal. The colors of your clothes complemented your entire look.
You had asked your maid to dress you up a bit since it was the last day of the festival, and you should at least try for the final day.
He didnโt say anything at first. Just stood there like an idiot, eyes stuck on you as if seeing some kind of holy vision. You shifted under his stare, unsure if youโd done too muchโif maybe you looked stupid. (Even though the high priest complimented you when you were leaving, and even Daphne complimented youโas she was ready to leave with Phoebe to watch together.)
โโฆWhat?โ you asked, voice barely above a murmur, glancing away.
Phainon blinked, like he forgot how to speak for a second. Then his mouth finally worked.
โYou lookโโ he paused, letting out a breathy laugh as he stepped closer, โutterly beautiful, my lady.โ
โThank you,โ you whispered, voice so small you almost doubted he heard it. But he did. He lowered his head, brushing a fingertip against the hairpin.
โThe sun is no longer in the sky. You should show me the place before the fireworks start,โ you said quickly, causing him to move back a little.
Phainon blinked, a slow smile spreading across his face. โRight,โ he said, clearing his throat as if to shake off the stunned silence between you. โCome on then.โ
He offered his hand again, more confidently this time, and you took it without hesitation. He led you to a beautiful spot with a clear view of the city. Even where the temple was located, the view wasnโt as clear as this place.
Not noticing, Phainon climbed onto a strong tree branch.
โMy lady, give me your hand.โ
Looking at him funny, still holding your hand out to him, you said, โAre you sure this is safeโโ
You gasped, clutching his arm for balance as you settled beside him on the sturdy branch.
โHow much strength do you have?โ you asked, surprisedโis he even human?
Phainon chuckled softly, the sound warm and steady in the quiet dusk. โMore than youโd expect,โ he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. โIโve been climbing trees since I was a child. This is nothing.โ
Before you could say anything, the first firework burst in the distanceโan explosion of scarlet and gold rippling across the night sky. Phainonโs hand tightened around yours, warm and steady.
โItโs beautiful,โ you said randomly, in awe at the pretty symbols and colors.
Phainon, on the other hand, couldnโt care less about the fireworks. Seeing the joy in your expression made him so happyโthe way your lipstick-colored lips were slightly parted and your eyes sparkled as the colors reflected in them.
โNot as beautiful as you,โ he said quietly, voice barely above the crackling fireworks, making your heart skip a beat.
You looked at him then, the words sinking in. His face leaned toward yours, causing a stomach full of butterflies. He stared at you with half-lidded eyes, hands moving to tuck your hair behind your ear.
โMay I, (Name)?โ he whispered, his voice a mere breath against your lips, cheeks flushed.
You loved the way he said your name, like it was the most precious thing in the worldโmaking your heart ache in the sweetest way. Without a word, you nodded, barely daring to breathe.
Phainonโs hand lingered for a moment before he closed the distance, his lips soft and warm against yours. His fingers tangled lightly in your hair, fiddling with the hairpin as the kiss deepenedโvery slow, as if he wanted this moment to last forever.
Your makeup was smudged after your kissesโyour lips slightly swollen, the color of your lipstick smeared a little. The hairpin he had given you was slightly askew, and your cheeks still burned from what had transpired.
You and Phainon had stayed up in that tree long after the fireworks ended, talking about random things, stealing glances, and kissing again (a few more times after that). It was only when the night grew too cold and passed the templeโs curfew that he finally helped you down, his hands lingering on your waist a second too long before letting go.
The walk back was quiet, filled with hand-holding and soft laughter. Phainon walked you all the way to the temple gates, his fingers brushing against yours one last time before he bowed his head.
โGoodnight, my lady,โ he murmured, his voice thick with something unspoken.
You barely managed a reply before slipping inside, your heart still racing. Walking silently through the hallsโstrangely, there were no guards or anyone waiting for you, just dead silence.
When you came close to your room, you were stunned to see Phoebe stepping out, her expression so severe youโd have thought youโd killed a family member of hers.
For a moment, neither of you spoke.
Then, with slow, deliberate steps, she moved toward you. The flickering torchlight cast sharp shadows across her face, making her expression unreadable.
โSister (Name),โ she said, her voice eerily calm. โHowโฆ convenient that you return now.โ
You swallowed hard, forcing your voice steady. โPhoebe. What are you doing in my room?โ
Her lips twitchedโnot quite a smile, not quite a sneer. โLooking for you, of course.โ She tilted her head, eyes raking over your disheveled stateโthe smudged makeup, the loose strands of hair, the way your lips were still faintly swollen. โThough I suppose I should have known where you really were.โ
โSister (Name),โ she spat your name with such hatred, โdid you spread your legs for that man? Is that why youโre late?โ
โExcuse me?โ you said, eyes wide as if she were insane.
Phoebe took another step forward, closing the space between you until the fabric of her robes brushed against yours. โI asked if you spread your legs for him when you said you were going to watch the fireworks. If you admit it and ask for forgiveness, perhaps Lord Khaslana wonโt give you such a painful death for committing adultery.โ
Her breath was hot against your face. The corner of your mouth curled upwardโslow and off-kilterโinto a smile, though you were in utter disbelief.
โYouโre meant to be one of three wives and saints, but you dress and act like a prostitute, seducing any man who even looks at you?โ
She just kept on talking.
Instantly, the back of your hand connected with her face.
A sharp crack echoed faintly in the empty corridor.
Phoebe staggered back, eyes wide with shock and pain, clutching the side of her face where your blow had landed. She grabbed the collar of her dress and dragged herself close to your face.
โYou can marry Lord Khaslana seven times over and bear all his children for all I care. But get it through your thick skullโI despise that man. Understand, or are you too damn stupid to?!โ you spat in her face. You could see the fear behind her eyes.
Just as the last word left your lips, a sudden crack of thunder ripped through the night.
๐ซ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐๐ถ๐ธ๐๐๐๐: Phainon/Lord Khaslana x Female reader
๐ซ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐: You always hated being one of the wives of Lord Khaslana, living the rest of your life in the misery of a never-ending cycle. Until you were given a beautiful watch keeper, named Phainon was when your feelings about life began to change.
๐ซ๐ฒ๐ถ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐: Spoiler? Age Gap between the reader and Phainon/Khaslana, Alternate Universe, wrong lore? (I just looked at wiki tbh), Angst? Lord Khaslana has two other wives (not seen as romantic by him, though), Unfinished, not sure of anything else? Not good writing. Spelling Mistakes
๐ซ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐: I've had this in my drafts for such a long time, after being inspired by another (CANT FIND IT ANYMORE THOUGH..) I loved it and took inspiration, even though I'm not a lore player and am just yapping. NOT FINISHED THOUGH! I just wanted to post what I had. Part 2, if anyone wants it.
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You were an unruly womanโan outrighteous saint, a title given to you.
No one in the temple dared to say it to your faceโexcept the High Priest, with his sugar-coated words. After all, they must be thinking: how could one of the so-called wives of Lord Khaslana, the world-bearing god who carried so much for the people of Okhemaโwhether their physical or internal battlesโbe anything less than devoted? (even though the title was a backhanded compliment, but you're insane for thinking that way)
You wouldnโt think of yourself as his wife, more like a trophy that lives in his temple rent-free. The man never shows up or even tries to talk to you, yet somehow, you still have to pray to him every day.
Not that you are well acquainted with the verses that even children know. You only remember them when they are sung, unable to repeat them if asked. Sometimes, during prayer, you go off on random rantsโmostly to yourselfโor your thoughts wander to unrelated things that pull you off task.
Itโs not like you ever really listened. There was a reason you were given the title of โoutrighteousโโfor having an attitude and opinions on most things in the temple. You never exactly followed the rules. Yes, you were โpunishedโ only by the High Priestโnothing from your husband, no real reprimand to change your behaviour. But who could blame you for being lonely? You were rowdy, loud, and impulsive, and now you feel like a leashed animal trapped in a temple full of people with whom you cannot hold an interesting conversation.
Even with your personal maid.
Every day spent in your room was boringโnothing to do except needlework, read prayers, and whatever else there was. You genuinely just rot in your bed all day.
The faces in the temple begin to blur together. You start to forget whoโs who.
Especially the two other wives he hasโDaphne and Phoebe.
They are very beautiful, too. Everyone seems to think so. Even though the three of you live in separate wings (but still meet for meal times), you hear the maids and guards rave about the other two.
You donโt really talk to either of themโtheyโre devoted followers in your stead. Itโs like a duo in a trio situation.
โI feel Lord Khaslana has given me a sign today. When the sun was burning bright in the sky, I prayed for something to calm this heatโand it started raining,โ
the short, blonde-haired Daphne said with a bright smile, her blue eyes wide as if they might pop from their sockets.
โCongratulations!โ Phoebe replied, tossing her long brunette hair behind her shoulder to avoid getting food on itโthe same copy-and-paste smile fixed on her face.
To have the three of you together like this, with the High Priest at the other end of the table, was like going to a family friendโs house without knowing who they were.
You felt a heat rise in your stomach, one that made your blood boil.
Taking bites of your food while the other two laughed and smiled across from each other, you sat at the end of the table, simply hoping to finish dinner quickly and be done with it.
โWhat about you, (name)? How was your day?โ
The two wives, Daphne and Phoebe, stopped talking and glanced awkwardly at you from the corners of their eyes.
You slowly lifted your head from your plate and looked at him with the most intense, narrowed eyes you could musterโfilled with utter annoyance to the brim. Just a simple question.
โFine. It was fine. Thank you.โ
Your anger felt like it might burst at any second, like a ticking bomb ready to explode.
His smile did not falter.
The High Priest sat at the end of the long polished table, hands delicately folded over his plate, chin resting slightly forward as if genuinely interestedโnot poking a beast in a cage for the entertainment of favored pets.
You knew this game.
โWonderful,โ he said smoothly. โMay Lord Khaslana continue to grace your days with peace and purpose.โ
Your (rightful) wenchful attitude began to show more and more in the days that followed. You didnโt even bother trying to hide it anymoreโespecially the way you looked at people.
That gaze didnโt change, not even when you were assigned a new, watchful keeper to be by your side at all times. You cursed yourself for falling into this predicament because of your venom-filled words.
Still, your gaze didnโt waverโnot even when that caretaker, Phainon, a man with beautiful white hair and even finer eyes, knelt down and held your hand with such grace and softness.
โI will do my best to serve you, My Lady.โ
Even you had to admitโyou could see why the maids gushed upon first laying eyes on him. He was utterly beautiful, like a blessing from Lord Khaslana himself. A face handcrafted by the god, dressed in white silks like a present.
You thought him just another obedient servant, another pair of watchful eyes sent to tame your unruly behavior at your โhusbandโsโ request. But the way his fingers lingered when he handed you your tea, the way his voice dipped low when he murmured, โCareful, My Lady, the High Priest is watching,โโit was all too deliberate.
โYou have quite the pretty face,โ you said dreamily as the two of you sat in a field of flowers. It had been a long time since youโd been out like this, relaxed. You were even allowed to go without guards now, thanks to Phainonโs presence.
He perked up at your words, still seamlessly cutting the apple in his hand.
โAre you perhaps married?โ you asked shamelesslyโhe was still a man, after allโbut social awareness had flown out the window a long time ago.
Phainonโs knife paused mid-slice, just briefly, the silver edge catching the sunlight. He looked a bit stunnedโnot offended, not flustered, justโฆ surprised. He looked like a dog!
Then he gave the smallest smile, the corners of his mouth curling like the first bloom of spring.
โNo, My Lady. Iโm not married.โ
You perked up immediately, leaning in a little with a cheeky grin. โNot even promised?โ
โNot even promised,โ he chuckled.
โUgh, you're lucky you're not stuck like me,โ you sighed, feeling a little jealous of his situation.
He simply put an apple slice to your lips, then motioned to your mouth, which you leaned in toward.
โYou donโt like your marriage, My Lady?โ he askedโsuch a silly question, considering everyone already knew the answer.
โOf course not,โ you replied almost immediately. โLord Khaslana has two other wives. I doubt he even thinks Iโm beautiful. Or that I exist.โ
You said it matter-of-factly, with the same tone youโd use to comment on the weather, like it didnโt bother you.
You took another apple slice from Phainonโs hand and popped it into your mouth.
When you looked back at him, he had a sad expression on his faceโlike youโd just kicked him.
It almost felt like youโd kicked a puppy and now it was whining at your feetโฆ
He must have been one of those people.
The kind who cared quite a lot about Lord Khaslana.
โBut Iโm grateful to him for taking me in,โ you sighed softly.
And yet, even as the two of you walked back, that strange undertone of sadnessโor was it guilt?โnever quite left his expression.
Hey can u do deidara, nay you will do deidara and MAKE SURE it is accurate. And I expect to hear back from you considering our long history together.*pushes glasses closer to face with index and middle finger, nonchalantly* and donโt delete this request which ik u have a habit of doing. Lazy. And make it quick.
Urmmm ๐itโs decline lil bud read the request rules ๐ค and I do not take this slander of being lazy ๐ก
the sooner people understand x reader as a literary device and not a blank slate for you get mad at for not actually being a blank slate, the more fun weโll all have. the reader-insert will never be a perfect empty canvas. even without character and world motivation itโs just the sheer fact that these things are written by imperfect humansโsome of them do it better than others but all of them will leave their dirty filthy thumbprints on ur precious mirror of a entryway, thatโs literally just how creation works. it will never perfectly include everyone, itโs not meant to, they work exactly the same as other charactersโthe degree to which you relate to them will depend on the story, what they do, and whoโs writing it (and you whoโs reading it, of course).
I'll stand by the idea of him being a very dog-like lover, like a human version of a golden retriever, his lips aren't any differentโmainly, he wants to kiss you every time he sees you and when he leaves your side. Heโll kiss you without any type of shame about doing it in front of other people.
ย Donโt be too embarrassed if he does do it in public, heโll adjust for you, heโll take his hands and cover your lips with his, so no one will see the both of lips touch (even though is obvious that leaned in to kiss even if he covers the both of you).
He gives you little pecks whenever he sees you, he starts with one, then looks at you for a moment, and then proceeds to give you several more around your face with the slightly corny line about how he has to get โOne for the road... and three in case I miss you too fast, and then another three forโฆ.โ itโs honestly ridiculous how long youโve been standing there to send him off for the day.
Heโll give you a kiss on the hand, why? Just cause he can, heโs your knight, why shouldn't he be kissing your hand while down on one of his knees? Please, to him, thatโs bare minimum! You should be getting more from him.
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may i request the amphoreus men w this? imagine like shy reader who literally gets flustered when getting praised and complimented so when character witnesses blushing while being complimented, they get jealous easily and drags reader away?
If you do not like this request, Feel free to ignore.
๐ซ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐๐ถ๐ธ๐๐๐๐: Mydei, Phainon, & Anaxa x Gender-Neutral reader
๐ซ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐: with a reader gets flustered when getting praised and complimented (but they can't help but jealous when someone else makes you blush)
He praises you, maybe far more than others, but there's nothing wrong with that; he does adore you far more than other people. Heโll huff out praises here and there, like โyou look nice, today,โ or โthat suits you wellโ (donโt forget, heโs probably has his arms wrapped around his chest, while he says it). Which always leaves your face slightly red in the face, with even realization as you try to take in his words.
He likes it. Canโt help but let out a small dry laugh every time. And he means them, too. Thatโs the worst part. Heโs not one for empty flattery.
Yet what he dislikes is when others try to pursue with their own empty flattery just to get your attention, which is dramatic since itโs just a compliment from Phainon about how good you look that day.
Mydei, a man known for not backing down from a challenge (especially if itโs Phainon), and using such a basic word as good to describe is disrespectful to your very beautyโitโs pretty dramatic.ย
Is he jealous, yes. But he knows how to one up.
"Good?" he echoes, voice low, just shy of mocking. "Thatโs all youโve got?"
Because Phainon doesnโt knowโnot the way he does. They havenโt memorized the way your laugh sounds when itโs startled out of you, or how your fingers curl when youโre flustered, or the exact shade of pink that dusts your cheeks when the praise lands just right.ย
And maybe heโs being unfair. Maybe it was just a passing comment, harmless. But Mydei has never claimed to be fair. So he leans in, just slightly, his next words deliberate, calculatedโ
"Youโre radiant today," he says, quiet enough that only you can hear. And then, with a glance back at Phainon, all sharp edges and challenge:
Heโs your national cheerleader. Whenever you do anything, you get a compliment. The bonus is seeing your cheeks turn a rosy colour. He canโt help but abuse your weakness. Heโs terrible and cruel, but he just canโt stop himself!ย
He feels less bad when he sees you brighten up a little for the rest of the day. BUT! Itโs not like he says things that he doesnt mean! Heโll affirm every word he says if you ever feel that heโs lying to you in any way (he definitely isnโt. Heโs just so smitten by you, how can he not go overboard?).
Now, can you blame him when he canโt help but get sassy when some else makes you red in the face like he does, purposely, when the entirety of Okhema knows he is yours. They act shamelessly eccentric (then the normal should) when theyโre around you.
โIs something wrong?โ
Even though you couldn't feel it, your face still had that pink hue to it as Phainon's hand was intertwined with yours. That pink would be something that he would constantly rave about is now caused by someone else's words.
"Hmm." He leans down, studying your flushed cheeks with exaggerated scrutiny. "Nope. Doesn't count."
You swat at his arm. "What are you talking about?"
โYour face is usually a darker red when I compliment you.โ
Before you can protest, heโs already spinning you around to face him, cupping your cheeks with both hands. "Letโs fix that."
And thenโbecause heโs Phainonโhe hits you with the most shameless, over-the-top compliment imaginable. Something so absurdly sweet that you do turn the exact shade of pink he wanted. Before giving you a big kiss.
Anaxagoras. Heโs a man of knowledge, but no amount of knowledge and words can compare to how biased a person can be when it comes to someone they love. In his mind, it's nonsense; he has no basis in the slightest.ย
Heโs just accepting facts.ย
You are beautiful when you blush at one of his sentiments toward you (theyโre his fans' way of saying compliments). Honestly, to use such a neutral term as sentiment when heโs basically complimenting and kissing your feet.ย
And you know what! Heโll accept such accusations like a man; heโs not ashamed. He could write a paper about how your face slowly gains its bright hue as you take in his words, your lips pressing together and your eyelids rapidly closing.
That luxury he canโt help but get drunk off of, but what he dislikes is when others try to see that side of you (even though itโs pretty easy to get out of you).
His hand cupping your chin while squeezing your pink hue cheeks together like pufferfish. โIt seems your face doesnโt have that much hue when someone else compliments you.โ
"It's not fair," he grumbles, fingers still squishing your cheeks, but gentler now, like he's worried he might actually make you upset. "I put in so much effort. My compliments are meticulously crafted. Poetic, even. And yetโ" He huffs, "โsome fool says 'you look nice today' and you give them that little smile?"
He sings like whiney wife, complaining about something so small. You hoesntly donโt what to say to his jealous.
His eyes just scan your entire face but just giving up and kissing you on the lips as his other hand made it around you head.
Now, youโre face is even redder.
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HELLOOOOO i found a new writer yayyy ๐๐๐ฅณ๐ฅณ๐ฅณ
sorry i dont know how to request so the most common thing i do is go through ask, anyway this is both ask and request,
Where do you request?do you just ask to request? ๐ค
Anywayyy, i wanna request fem!reader x Mydei but if you dont wanna, thats ur choice
imaaaaagine a very energetic reader that gets on everyones nerves and just waltz in on everything, and also shes dating Mydei (suprisingly ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฆ)
So when the news hit the people, there were so much criticism to reader that reader just couldn't take it anymore and just TRIES to break up with Mydei but he wouldnt allow that (specifically, he would protest against the news)
i dunno if you will take this request cuz its too long
but bye bye ๐๐จ stay hydrated and take care!!!!!!! ๐ฆ๐ฆ
๐ซ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐๐ถ๐ธ๐๐๐๐: Mydei x Gender-neutral reader
๐ซ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐: your chaos meets Mydei's calmโcriticism erupts. You try to end it, but he wonโt let go.
You didnโt exactly expect to be so much backlash towards your relationshipโyeah, some people may not like you or have ill feelings when they see it, but it was easy to ignore for youโuntil the news hit that you and the Crown Prince of Kremons were romantically involved with each other.
Still, you couldnโt help but wonderโhow long could the two of you stand against a world built on expectations, bloodlines, and unyielding tradition?
You couldnโt do it.
It bothered you. It was only words, every day, it just happened constantly. No matter how cocky and self-aware you actedโby inadvertently calling them out and their behaviour. Even if Mydei were there, that doesn't stop the conversations that happen after youโre left alone again.
To give him credit, he did not let any of it slide in the slightest, but a person has their breaking point.
โI donโt want to be with you anymore.โ
You hadnโt meant to say it. The words tasted bitter the second they left your mouth. You tried to keep eye contact with him, but the more you stared at him, your eyes started to water.
Your lips partedโ
But no words came.
Not because you didnโt want to say it.
But it wasnโt true.
The air between was deafening, and Mydei just stood there, staring, like the world had tilted beneath his feet. He took a breath that sounded more like a stagger, his hands finally closing the distance as he reached out, gently cupping your face filled with hot tears.
His thumbs brushed beneath your eyes, catching your tears as they fell. His touch was trembling, but steadyโas if grounding both of you in a moment that was rapidly slipping through your fingers.
โThen donโt say that,โ he murmured. โNot if you donโt mean it.โ
You squeezed your eyes shut. The heat behind your lids built, threatening to spill over again. But it wasnโt sorrow aloneโit was frustration. Exhaustion. Like it all just hits you at once.ย
Funny the way he looked at you, Mydei, a prince, on his knees for you.
His thumb traced the curve of your cheek. โYou donโt have to say anything,โ he whispered. โI hear you.โ
The breath you hadnโt realized you were holding broke from your chest in a ragged exhale. Like a child crying to their parents, you cried with broken breaths of air.
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I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. ๐
Hereโs my story, and Iโm reaching out with a hopeful heart ๐โจ, hoping someone will feel what my family and I are going through.
My son is suffering from a severe and life-threatening injury after being shot by Israeli drones. He urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.
Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others
I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment.
I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too ๐ฅบ
Mohammed deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like every other child on this earth.
So I humbly ask you to donate even a little or at least reblog this appeal.
As annoying as Dante was, what you can't help but think about is that he looks cute when he falls asleep, even though the effect falters a bit whenever he just starts snoring like an old man.
But it's all on you if you get caught watching him.
Leaning back against his chair, shockingly, the lights were on, which let you navigate through the place, a random magazine covering his faceโeven though he could've just turned off the light?โwhile snoring the whole time.
You scoff under your breath, reaching out to take off the magazine from his face.
Your fingers go to take the glossy pages of the magazine right off his face. You couldn't help but admire him a little, even with the snoring, he's pretty cute when he's asleep, makes you wanna lean in.
For a second, you consider it, just leaning in a little closer. Maybe brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. Maybeโ
And the side of his lip twitched. This guy.
"Get up, Dante."
One eye cracks open, grinning with amusement.ย "Youโre real bold, sneaking up on a guy in his sleep,"ย he drawls, voice rough with drowsiness but dripping with that usual smugness.
"You're so dramatic."
He stretches with a groan, the chair creaking beneath him. "Takes one to know one."
You toss the magazine onto his lap, trying not to smile. "Come on. Before I regret not leaving you buried under that thing."
"Yes, your highness."
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๐ธ From One Motherโs Heart โ Please Read ๐ธ
My name is Saja. Iโm a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow โ from her first smile to her first steps โ surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again.
And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment โ a fragile, breathless moment โ when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark โ hiding, holding on, praying.
Iโm writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughterโs life.
And even now โ especially now โ I believe in softness. I believe in kindness.
Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why Iโm Reaching Out
Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
Thatโs why I keep going.
Iโve launched a campaign to ask for help โ not because itโs easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help:
๐ค Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity
๐ค Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources
๐ค Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
๐ If you can, please support our journey here:
My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didnโt have to live t
If you canโt give, please consider sharing.
Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours
Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe youโve never lived through war.
But if youโve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them โ then you understand more than you know.
I donโt want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if youโve read this far โ thank you.
Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring.
We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like itโs a lifeline.
With love and endless gratitude
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