fori ──★ ˙ ̟

so infuriatingly unpredictable in ways that tested your patience on a daily basis, you are used to calculated measures, not something, someone as explosive as he was. and to make matters worse, you happened to posses every single thing he found attractive. your looks, strength and level-headed nature.

He had made it his personal mission to get under your skin the moment you were assigned to work beside him. it was things like leaning in far too close while flashing that shit-eating grin of his, praising your skills when you cleaved through a trash beast just to see your shoulder stiffen in real time, he somehow never seemed tired of provoking you. he was becoming the first person capable of breaking your calm to witness the crack beneath.

as much as you try to convince yourself that enjin is just a daily nuisance to you, simply a partner who is unbelievably loud and chaotic, he somehow kept finding his way into your ordered life.

it was also unfortunate that the both of you worked well together. during one of the job of clearing out trash beasts, you stood by a cliff overseeing a huge polluted zone. mountains of unstable debris stretched in every direction, the air thick with dust and the low groan of shifting metal. the initial plan was simple, just observe the area, next step shall be taken once the pair gathered enough information, then decide the next appropriate course of action. you ignored teh waiting part as enjin had started his ritual of bothering you.

with a single leap, you landed gracefully atop of the rattling debris below. a click of tongue out of amusement came from enjin before he followed you, touching down not too far behind.

"showing off?" he asked, tilting his head slightly while tapping his jinki on his shoulder.

you ignored him, did not reply, did not even look back. as you were about to move forward to get to the middle of the polluted zone, the metal beneath you trembled. not even a single second passed and the debris burst open, and small trash beast lunged upward with a shriek of twisted steel.

you did not get to activate your jinki on time. eyes widened as the trash beast hurled itself straight at you, aimed to rip your head off clean. instinctively, you were ready for the impact. but it never came.

a solid mass of force moved in front of you first in a speed incomprehensible to the eyes. enjin stood between you and the trash beast. his jinki, umbreaker, already activated. the strike was violent, sparks scattering into the air.

for once, he went silent. devoid of that usual playful persona as his eyes were fixed on the creature that had dared attempted to hurt you. even through his mask, you could tell that he was not grinning in triumph. "zoning out on poor little me now?" he spoke without glancing back at your shocked state. "how cute"

your jaw tightened immediately, grip on your jinki absolute. "move" you said coldly.

enjin let out a laugh, that annoying persona of him has returned. still holding down umbreaker against the snapping beast as if it were a mere inconvenience. "Move? when i had to cover your pretty ass…" the trash beast beneath thrashed harder, and it was starting to disturb the tension enjin was trying to maintain with you. with one sharp motion, he twisted his arm, sending the trash beast crashing into a pile of debris, its core shattered due to the impact. now he was showing off alright.

"your wide eye.. terrible timing…" he murmured to himself but it was intentionally loud enough so that you could hear him. "a memorable look on you, by the way" he flashed that infuriating grin your way. you stepped closer, close enough that most people would at least attempt to retreat. enjin, naturally, did not.

"speak one more word." you said, voice even, eyes narrowed. if looks could kill he would be a puddle of human mess by this moment. "and i will test umbreaker's durability myself" a threat? against him and his beloved jinki? a miracle that did not trigger him. an advantage you hold on him. "there it is, the one who reacts to me" he leaned forward, gaze shameless. if it were not for your mask, he would have just plant his forehead against yours.

"this is much better than the statue act you always do" that managed to shut you up for exactly three seconds. "…insufferable.." you bit back. "yet you are blushing, a win for me no?" was said lightly by him which made your irritation spike. he was way too good at reading people, catching every subtle expression and emotion others would simply miss.

sharp remarks traded naturally between the both of you. somewhere in the middle of it, you nearly forgot about the dangers lingering around, about the trash beasts that could just come out of nowhere at any given moment. it was reckless coming from the ever composed and measured you, but it showed that despite all the bickering and rivalry, you do trust your back with him.

the job finally came to an end, it seemed quieter than before, though you knew better than to trust that illusion. trash beasts never truly disappeared, they waited.

when you reach by the cliff again after climbing up the shifting debris, enjin stretched lazily, rolling his shoulders, planting the tip of his jinki against the ground beneath. "you know" he started, catching your attention. "for someone who acts like they cant stand me, you do trust me a lot." you did not answer to that, your gaze remained on the vast wasteland below, expression unreadable.

because he was not wrong, at all.

it was not just today's incident, there had already been way too many moments already. too many split seconds where you did not question whether he would be there. you moved, and expected him to move with you. expected him to cover you. expected him to be there when you needed him.

and he always was.

"its efficiency, not trust" enjin hummed, unconvinced but decided to let you keep your cool. "sure thing"

you finally turned your head slightly, enough to galnce at him over your shoulder. he was watching you through his mask. no signs of him attempting to tease or provoke you. the silence stretched, so you looked away first, taking the first step towards the jeep parked a couple feet away. "dont make this weird, this will never happen again" you internally thank your mask for covering the rising heat on your cheeks. "too late for that, i fear" a low laugh escaped him. behind you, enjin followed without needing to be asked. as always and you did not check to see if he was there.

flame reaver is another version of phainon. he'd kill, rip and tear anything and everyone if it meant getting things laid out his way. of course, those dear to you were no exception.

you were just an ordinary trinket shop owner that had unfortunately caught the attention of the nameless hero from aedes elysiae, phainon. there was nothing that stood out from you in the eyes of other, except for the fact that you didn't treat him like how the other okhemans do. you didn't shower him in beautifully articulated poetry, didn't bathe him in your undivided unwavering attention, didn't look at him in reverance.

instead you treated him like how you treat your regular customers. with that gentle, welcoming smile of yours that beckoned people into coming into your humble little shop. that was how he initially came to caught the interest in you.

it frustrated him, the way that you refused to let your icy walls melt to him, to his constant pestering to get to know you better. no matter how many times he returned, hearing the soft chimes of the bell on your front door, you never faltered. polite, kind, and careful you were. always finding a way to spin the conversation, keeping him at arm-length. as expected from a shopkeeper, he mused.

he was the nameless hero, a chrysos heir, adored and loved by the locals. how could he failed each and every single attempt to worm his way into your life?

he didn't notice it at first.

his fascination towards you were initially just a curiosity, a supposedly passing interest. but somewhere along the way, this whole "interested in you" thing curdled into something darker, something obsessive.

at times, he caught himself wondering whether would you like the small gems he had collected from the titankins he had slained? would you finally look at him with adoration that he craved. but he knew you would never look at him in such a way, it was all but a distant dream.

but then again, he IS phainon.

something inside him snappedーlimit reached. the want for you to look at him the same way as he did to you turned into a need. the need turned into hunger. and at that moment, he was more that determined to make you see that you belonged in his arms.

the psychological shift from mere interest to pure mania was controlled, but still deeply unsettling.

he waited, as much as he wanted to just pounce on you and carve his name on you, he couldn't yetーhe abide by his time. he was a patient man after all, eventhough the obsession he had on you were slowly corroding his mind.

then, a golden opportunity came by, one he didn't let slip.

a boy from a neighbouring city, who was also one of your regular customer confessed to you. beneath the huge oak tree just by the edge of the okhema borders.

how dare he, putting his princess in such danger? the boy looked like a frail guy too, he couldn't possibly protect you from the titans no?

oh and phainon were correct. vicious puppets of the titan emerged, their limbs creaked by each movements.

the boy shielded you, his knees were trembling, but he tried to man up. that much phainon could respect. but still, the boy was nowhere as strong as he is.

"pathetic." cerulean eyes scanned the scene that was unfolding. you had a worried look, you kept on telling the boy to flee but he wouldn't, he refused to. phainon chuckled, a low and dark one.

because that boy would be meeting his end, whether by phainon's blade or being torn apart by the titankins.

he saw that the boy couldn't do shit, he swung his sword with little to no expertise at all. phainon couldn't stand this folly anymore, he stepped up.

unrivalled, unequalled, unparalleled.

phainon cut through the titankins with practiced ease, his sword made clean cuts of the stone-hard surface of the mobs. each strike was effortlessーhis battle prowess was at full display, he was showing off. the boy stammered when phainon rounded up, before a look of adoration painted the boy's face.

phainon barely spared him a glance, he didn't care. his eyes immediately flickered to you.

but instead of seeing a look of gratitude and thankfulness,

he saw terror in your eyes.

you had seen through him. you could read how was not just simply tearing through the puppets just because he was a chrysos heir and that was his duty and obligation. it was because you were there, you were watching him.

upon seeing the look on your face, a slow smirk tugged at phainon's lips.

the fear in your eyes should've made him hesitate, made him rethink his actions but it didn'tーinstead, it thrilled him.

phainon exhaled, making his way towards the awestruck boy.

"useless filth, you shouldn't even breath the same air as her."

with you still watching him, he drove his sword into the boy's head, cracking the skull open with a sickening crunch. your eyes widened in fear, you fell to your kneesーfear-struck, you could no longer feel your legs.

however, that wasn't enough, nowhere near to it. phainon's pent up frustration boiled over. another swift swing, precise, the cold steel carved through flesh and bones, splitting the boy open. the abdomen, now a gaping wound. viscera spilled forth, all glistening under the twilight sky. you could see how the still-warm bloodied organs fell out of it's cavities in a bunch of grotesque loops.

it pooled just right by phainon's feet.

phainon exhaled yet again, unimpressed, unbothered.

almost enthusiastically right after, his gaze searched for yoursーbe it in disgust, terror, or somehow, awe, he would take it. as long as it was directed to him, he would relish in it. because it was your attention that he wanted at the end of it all.

blood, guts, innardsーyou name it, it was there, splattered across the marred ground. heavy footsteps pressed against the sticky, wet patches of grass could be heard, making it's way to you in slow, deliberate steps.

you couldn't move, couldn't breathe. a dead body was just right infront of you before phainon loomed over you, making you feel scrutinised, trapped.

he was drenched in bloodーsoaked in brutality. blood streamed and smeared on his face, sword, hand, and his usually pristine snowy hair. and yet...

he looked eerily composed, as if he didn't just murder someone in cold blood.

as if this was inevitable. it was.

as if this had always meant for it to come like this. it had.

"shh, my love, there's no need to say anything. you're safe with me, you're safe being mine." and with that, he wrapped you in his embraced, one that was suffocating.

one knee sinked into the blood-soaked earth, his hand reached for your trembling ones, further smearing the blood on you. the other hand cupped your cheek, as if the same hand didn't just took a life away.

"don't be afraid, i won't hurt you." you couldn't tell whether that was true or not. nothing made sense anymore. he lifted your hand, he pressed your palm on his cheek, branding himself with your warmth.

"finally, no one will be in my way anymore." you swore you could see heart pupils forming in his eyes. the playful glint his eyes bore were no longer there. despite the lopsided grin he had on his face, his eyes told another story

he closed his eyes, feeling your trembling and unwilling hand on his cheek.

"p-phainon.." you squeaked out.

"shh, my love, there's no need to say anything. you're safe with me, you're safe being mine." and with that, he wrapped you in his embraced, one that was suffocatingーone that left no room for protest.

the bathhouse was as lively as ever, steam curled around both [name] and mydei as they sat together in the warm water of their private bath. golden light poured through the arched marble windows, enveloping them in okhema's eternal radiance. your fingers lingered on the knots of your silk robe, adjusting the delicate piece of clothing clung on your form. absentmindedly, your gaze trailed off towards your husbandーmydeimos, who was, for once, allowing himself a moment of peace on the other edge of the bath. his usually taut muscles were uncharacteristically relaxed as it gleamed under the droplets of water. he looked... absolutely serene.

 "... you're unusually quiet." he started. it wasn't like him to start a conversation, much more to ask a question. he much preferred to hear you talk about your day rather than speaking his own but you were sitting away, tense, a bit too tense. you jolted, his voice cut through your haze of thought. "ah? really? i'm just a little tired today." you tilted your head, flashing him a strained smile that was more than obvious, screamed forced. that was made up on spot because you didn't realise that you let your emotions got a hold of your facial expression.

unfortunately, mydei was way too good at reading people. he was no fool after all. his eyebrows furrowed down, a frown tugged at his lips at your half-baked excuse. he had seen you tired before, even during your worse days when task rained down on you. but the face that you would wear was nothing like thisーthis was nothing out of fatigue. his gaze lingered, assessing you as if he was slowly dissecting you. the weight of his attention was just a shy away to being unsettling. "do you really think i'd buy that excuse? you're hiding something from me." he wasn't the one to push, he knew the value of patience when it comes to you but then againㅡyou were burdened by something and refused to tell him. as a dutiful husband, how could he let his dear wife suffer in silence? 

he waited for you to answer him, giving you the chance and time to speak. unfortunately, the only response that he received was silence. only the sound of your wet garment shifting against your skin when you turned away from him could be heard. absolutely no words, no explanations came forth. he let out a slow and measured sighed. he had expected this, of course. but the blatant refusal gnawed at him more than he'd like to admit.

with that, he stood up, the water rippled beneath him as he moved. droplets slid down the hard planes of his form. he made his way towards where you were sitting, and sat next to you. he was close, so close you could feel the warmth his body was radiating seeped into your being. something that brought you comfort. when he spoke again, his voice was soft and steady, almost akin to a whisper. "if you refuse to talk about it now, it's fine by me." he murmured close to your ear. "i'll wait until you're ready." he was letting you know that no matter how much you tried to hide it, he would be there to listen to it. and the fact that he was wearing a face closely to a plead, you couldn't resist him any longer.

when you finally confessed, the reaction you received was nothing like you had expected. mydei just stared at you, dumbfounded. his usually sharp and impassive look shatteredーreplaced by something almost comical. it was the first time he wore such an expression, he looked utterly.. lost.

"you.. you think your chest isn't big enough for me?" he repeated your words, genuinely not believing what he had heard.

you nodded, internally cursing yourself for the confession as heat started to curl up from your neck to your ears. you felt like sinking into the waters, mayhaps it would grant you the mercy of swallowing you whole and saving you from this embarrassment.

for a moment, he said nothing. he looked at you as if you had grown a tail or something. but then a chuckle spilled from his lips. "you truly believe that?" his voice was slow, in disbelief. "that i'd give a damn about something so trivial?" it came out as borderline mean. but you knew well he didn't mean it like that. you swallowed the thick lump in your throat, feeling exposed under his gaze. you weren't quite sure what you expected from him. laughter? sharp remarks? maybe but he simply looked at you, trying to understand why such thought crossed your mind in the first place.

with practiced ease, he pulled your smaller form onto his lap, you could feel his bare, wet chest against your back. his hands, calloused from countless battles yet always so tender and careful with you came to rest on your waist, holding you closer. "i look at you with devotion, my love. your body, your form, is all a bonus to meーit's you that i cherish." his tone was firm, rasped against your ear making sure you heard everything. then, he palmed your breast with measured control, kneading it with gentleness that belied his actual strength. "size matters not to me, what matters the most is that you are mine, as my wife, here with me." your breath hitched when he slowly increased the intensity of his sensual touch, determined to make you see that his words were an unshakeable truth. 

there were no flowery words to convince you unlike a certain somebody...

he never needed them, as action speaks louder than words when it came to him.

"you don't seem to be satisfied enough with my response." he tugged on your clothed nipple, making you mewl. "then allow me to indulge in what your body could offer to me. let me show you just how much i love you wholly." your breath shuddered at the intimacy, it wasn't like you guys had never had something even more intimate than this, but this time around it felt different to you. because he demanded you to feel his words, rather than simply hearing it.

you shuddered, fingers twitched against his forearm before gripping him. mydei, always the composed and controlled man, always measuring his actions before acting on it. you could feel how he was restraining himself from the way his muscles tensed. "doubting yet you enjoy when i do this. i don't think you'd stay so willingly if you were truly still dissatisfied." another teasing tug, he rolled your sensitive peak in between his thumb and forefinger. a deep hum rumbled in his chest, pleased by your reaction when he heard you babbling out incoherent whines. always so reactive under his touch. his lips brushed the top of your head, he gave small fleeting kisses to the damp hair. 

action speaks louder than words, echoed in your mind. 

"there's nothing left to be said." you could feel his wet palm against your breast, making direct contact to it. your silk robe had long been undone by him, the excess fabric floated around the both of you. the sensation of the warm water, combined with the warmth of his touch is making you dizzy. you called out to his name, and he replied with a short, gruff hum. 

at this point, not even his duty as a chrysos heir could peel him away from you. he was more than determined to display his unwavering love for you. coreflame, consequences, all can be damned, let them burn. today, he wanted nothing more than to bask in your presence, to show and remind you that his heart belonged to you, just as yours were to him.

"hey, what's gotten into you?" there stood the snowy-haired chrysos heirㅡphainon. you had a solemn look on your face, your fingers fidgeting in your lap as you sat there.

"it's.. nothing." as if your sorrow could go unseen by your dearest. his eyes are always on you, whether you noticed or not.

phainon tilted his head, clearly not convinced by that. he wasn't buying that, he wouldn't let you go with such an answer. slowly, he knelt before you. gently, his hands found yours, fingers intertwining with intimacy. "my love, the look on your face says otherwise." a look of genuine worry is etched on his face.

you bit your lower lip, looking away from his pleading eyes. he was always patient with you, so endlessly patient that he would stay like this for aeons if it means unravelling the plague in your mind.

"it's something stupid, really.." you tried to convince him that it was nothing. yes, he was your lover but some things were still too embarrassing to say aloud, like how you're insecure about the size of your breast. 

after a few solid minute of going back and forth, of his gentle coaxing, you finally caved in. "alright alright! it's really, really nothing! it's just that i.." you exhaled, placing your hand over your breast, slightly squeezing it to emphasise your words. "sometimes i feel like i'm not.. well-endowed enough for you. you're THE nameless hero, a chrysos heir, you deserve more than this." your head lowered, bangs falling and further obscured your eyes from his view. 

he didn't interject, didn't rush you, only waited, allowing you to finish voicing everything out. "something like aglaea's" you mumbled "scratch that, even that one bathhouse staff that is always around the hero's bathー she's better than me!" you laid your hearts out to him, eyes threatening to brim with tears.

you then heard a sigh from himー not an annoyed sigh, but in fact, of amusement. 

you looked up to him, seeing that all too familiar boyish grin on him, the one he usually wore when you manage to catch him off guard like this.

"really, my love?" he stated in disbelief. "you're so full of surprises." he shook his head. the bed dips in weight as he moved closer. his presence enveloped you whole, one hand pressed against the mattress right next to you, while the other cupped your cheek. your breath hitched at the sudden proximity, at the way he was so close to you. 

"should i demonstrate the depth of my love for every inch of your body, sweetheart?" he was impossibly close, you could feel his whispers grazed against the shell of your ear. 

the bed dipped once more, his knee settled in between your thighs. you felt as if there was an invisible string had bound your tongueー you couldn't speak, couldn't move away from his embrace.

his hand that were once on your cheek trailed down to the valley of your breast, feeling the soft cotton of you clothing that separated your skin from his. "these are in the way aren't they?" his questions were all left hanging in the air, unanswered. 

with that, he snuck his hand underneath your tunic, bunching the excess fabric up to his arm. his fingertips slowly, oh so gently, teasingly even, brushed over your bare skin. 

he kneaded the soft mound of your breast, chuckling upon hearing the soft whimpers from your lips. "yes, just like that..." he drawled out, making sure you could feel his breath against your neck to heighten your sensitivity. 

he knew your body well, way too well. he was nothing if not attentive. "don't you know how much i love doing this to you?" he emphasised his words with a slightly rough squeeze, making your whole body jolt. "you fit so perfectly in my palm." another chuckle spilled from his lip, you could feel goosebumps all over your body raised.

"you're stubborn alright." if it weren't for you dazed like this you would've hit him for that. "i know my words won't reach your pretty little head, so i'll just do this." he bunched the fabrics even more, you could feel the cold air against your exposed flesh. "there we go."

your brain short-circuit when he latched onto one of your breast, his tongue expertly suckling onto your sensitive nipple. choked gasp were all that you could produce from your lips. "i wouldn't even dream of doing anything like this with anyone else but you." there was a hint of what it seemed like possessiveness in his tone. he kept his hand on your waist, holding your seated form onto the bed. 

your eyes started to well up with tears, the way he could bring you to the edge of overstimulation just by his tongue is close to unfathomable. heat started to pool up in between your thighs, you tried to rub your thighs together, to feel that friction you needed before his hand grabbed onto one of them. "not down there today." he mumbled, you could feel his lips against your pebbled nipple. "today, i shall be giving these beauties the love they so crave." he points to her breast with his eyes.

phainon was determined to make you see that he loved you for who you are. to him, every part of you was perfectー even with the flaws and all. he practically worshipped your body, just as he did to the very ground you walked on.

penetration, cunnilingus, teasing.

⋆˙⟡ — mydei

➤ intercourse is like a sacred ritual between lovers to him, something that shouldn't be rushed. so he isn't one for mindless roughness despite what most people think he'd do.

➤ he'd make sure you're comfortable in his lap, back against his chest as his fingers skillfully prep you down there. he's aware of his size, he wants it to go smooth sailing without hurting you that much.

➤ enjoys, enjoyssss the small little mewls that would spill from your lips just by coming undone on his fingers alone. he'd curl when it hits a certain depth, making your breath hitch. 

➤ when you're wet enough, he'd use your bodily fluid as a lube, coating his arousal with it before pressing the angry tip to your aching core.

➤ he'd go slow and sensual half-way through, making sure everything feels right and snug before hilting himself forward, drawing a sharp gasp from you. 

➤ his rhythm is just nice, a mixture of deep, steady and unrelenting thrusts. the room is filled with shared sounds of pleasure, a symphony that is considered a blessing to his ears. 

➤ "you're so good at taking me in" he would praise you. the way he split you so deliciously makes your eyes roll back, tongue lolling out. you chant out his name like a prayer, the only word you're capable of uttering out at the moment. 

➤ he loves this position. you, sitting in his lap, so close, body pressed against his, taking in his arousal deep in you while his fingers play around with your pebbled nipples. 

➤ his other hand would tilt your head to the side, enough for him to access your lips. his kisses are as deep and passionate as his thrusts, drinking in your moans.

➤ he loves the look on your face, drunk on his love, eyes all hazy and glazed. you in this state, all reserved just for him.

⋆˙⟡ — phainon

➤ ceo of teasing, master of edging, nuff said.

➤ oh poor little you, you've been crying for awhile now, begging him to just please untie the knot in you! but he'd just chuckle, his fingers stop it's relentless tease just when you're about to fold.

➤ "ah ah ah, no cumming yet, my love" he taunts you, making you whimper as a form of protest. he enjoys seeing your teary eyes, lips pouting. he knows damn well that your ego won't let you beg for release in the form of words. 

➤ he's a pussy eater. correct. 

➤ you can try your best to close your legs, still it won't budge. he has a vice-like grip on your thighs, making sure it remains open for him to feast upon the ambrosia dripping in between your legs. whatever phagousa blessed onto amphoreus isn't enough to quench his thirst like how your bodily fluids do. 

➤ he'd make you cry on his tongue for sure, especially when he feels how your velvet walls clench onto him. your back arched, no longer against the soft sheets of the bed. he loves how you squirm, shudder. 

➤ the way your fingers dig into his scalp, tugging onto his snowy hair, pushing and pulling his head away, just made him even more turned-on. 

➤ he's more of a bully than mydei is. his fingers join the sensual assault on your aching core alongside his tongue, gently spreading open the folds as he laps on it like a man starved. 

➤ "i could never get enough of this" he murmurs against your skin, making goosebumps rise across your whole body. you swear you could just lose consciousness from the overwhelming pleasure washing over you.

➤ his favourite position is missionary, he wants to see the myriad of facial expression you'd make when he has you impaled on him. he wants to see how you'd cry and scream his name, seeing how droll spills from the edge of your plump, kiss-swollen lips.

GOT THIS DONE YAHUUU _(´ཀ`」 ∠) _ i deleted the initial one cuz of some little mistakes that i did and i kinda don't want to edit so i just deleted the whole thing and redo 😭