RURUMI

₊˚ෆ modern au! phainon x gn!reader.

⤷ inspired by fujimoto's woke up as a girl syndrome.

my boyfriend turned into a girl, staring up from your drink, you watch as phainon nervously toys with his straw. there were beads of sweat trickling down his neck, and there was an odd sense of coldness running up his spine. despite the warm weather, he was starting to feel cold feet. although you don’t know the exact specifics as to how this may have happened, his transformation wasn’t remotely sexy or as erotic as online forums say. if anything, it felt like a mismatch of emotions and body parts that didn’t feel like him. 

while phainon could be a crybaby at times, it became worse the moment he became a woman. not because the female body is inherently weak or emotional, but the overwhelming sense of dread was eating him from inside out. the pit of his stomach felt like he had eaten something rotten. the physical ache of his chest weighed less than the fear in his heart. 

every time the waitress approaches to refill your drinks, you can feel phainon’s nervous leg bounce—uncertain of his own pronouns in a public setting. he knows he is a man. he knows that beneath this feminine exterior was the soul of a titan that could outweigh the heavens—or thats how he pictures himself.

the waitress, bless her heart, doesn’t notice anything different about phainon. even though you’ve been coming to this cafe for the last five years as regulars, with her remembering phainon’s to go order being a vanilla bean frappuccino with drizzled honey, it doesn’t click in her head that the white-haired woman sitting next to you is the same man who laughs at dad jokes. 

at the very least, his habits hadn’t changed at all since becoming a woman. he still scratched the back of his neck every time he felt anxious. his eyes were the same shade of blue you’ve familiarized yourself with. he even had the same mole beneath his trapezius. aside from the new softness in his chest and hips, phainon was still the same. you don’t think that will change any time soon, man or woman. 

nevertheless, the two of you leave the store in silence, not before leaving a large tip for the waitress on the table. as you approach the bridge, you feel phainon’s gaze linger on your hands. for a moment, an itching sensation pokes at him. pressing his lips tightly together, he remembers just a day earlier, he was holding onto you in his original body. his hands used to be much bigger than yours. a lot heaver too. he recalls the softness of your palm rubbing against his calloused skin.

his heart is heavy in this moment, as the need to hold you grows stronger. but he fears that in this new form, one that is not entirely his own, you might turn away in disgust—or worst: you might leave him. while this may seem unreasonable, after all, you’ve been with phainon for over seven years now, with a ring on your finger that was carved out of the world’s finest materials, phainon’s new body was pumping him with more dread. his veins were filled to the brim with anxiety, pushing all the way up to his throat and suffocating him. 

but a sense of warmth reaches out to him. your fingers drag alongside this new version of him, eyes illuminating the golden hues of the sunset. tears start to swell and phainon can imagine himself breaking down in hiccups. you cup his hands within yours, gliding your thumb against his ring to not only remind him of your love, but the universe as well—because despite this new changes, the thought of leaving him never crossed your mind.

you will wake up to the same phainon. the same person who would kiss the groove of your neck, whispering sweet words in your ears until morning came. the same soul that has intertwined itself with you, tethering your existence to his sun. bringing him closer, you raise both of his arms, guiding him into a short dance across the bridge—something you had always loved to do with him, long before getting married.

with a tender kiss to his cheek, you take his fears away.

₊˚ෆ college au!phainon x vocalist!reader.

synopsis; on a dreary night, a nameless band and singer relieves phainon of his homesickness. determined to find her once more, their worlds collide when phainon realizes: his favorite vocalist is his classmate (name).

genres/warnings; smau, college au, classmates to lovers, profanity, timestamps don’t matter, photographs are non-representative of reader, fem!reader.

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₊˚ෆ idol au!lohen x manager! gn! reader.

⤷ managing a high energy soloist is tough, even more so when he keeps texting you outside of work hours—so what are you to him?

Thanks, Phainon of Aedes Elysiae. Very cool!

lohen would absolutely love a playful partner, or at least someone that shares his interest in combat.

he loves that you can keep up with him, that you don’t back down from a challenge, that you grin at him with that same competitive spark burning in your eyes.

if anything, it just makes him want to win even more.

it’s already well known that lohen loves fighting. he likes the rush of it, the challenge, the feeling of being stronger.

so when his favorite person also enjoys sparring?

well, it usually ends with him still pinning you to the ground anyway..

“told you,” he says, trying, and failing not to sound way too pleased with himself. “c’moon,” he giggles. “that was just the first round!”

“uughh, lohen! get off meee.”

you roll your eyes, whining and already trying to shove him off, but he only laughs and catches your wrists with ease, keeping you pinned there while he basks in his victory for a moment longer.

oh, he’s absolutely insufferable when he wins.

especially because every time you get more combat experience, he just has to get stronger too, determined to stay one step ahead. he kind of loves manhandling you during sparring matches— sometimes he’s a little mean with it, but in that annoyingly affectionate way where he’s grinning the entire time, clearly having the time of his life.

he’ll make sure to ruffle your hair afterward, place a kiss on your lips and offer you a hand up, and immediately starts talking about how good you did during your little match.

although he especially likes it if you’re a little annoyed about it afterwards.

he’s got that stupid grin on his face while you’re trying to tell him he only won because he got lucky, and all he’s seeing is that adorable pout on your face.

“yeahhh?” he says, leaning closer. “is that what happened?”

he gets all smug about it.

he’ll pull you towards him while you’re still grumbling, press a kiss to your lips, your cheek, your forehead— anywhere he can reach before you can squirm away.

sometimes he’ll hook an arm around your waist when you’re pretending to walk away after losing and drag you right back against him.

“hey! where are you going?”

“hmph, away from you!”

“hmm.. no you’re not.”

he can’t help but like when you’re a little huffy afterward. not genuinely upset— he’d hate that, but the kind of annoyed where you’re crossing your arms and refusing to look at him while still wanting to be near him anyway ♡