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he didn’t realize how many people yearned for you as much as he did. and now that he had, the thought sat heavy in his chest, unsettling in a way he didn’t quite know how to handle.
cw: gender neutral, fluff, lighthearted, jealousy, slight stalking, reader has a lot of fans, secret admirers, established relationships, creepy letter in phainon's part
in okhema, there’s an npc named myrion who has a bunch of admirers lined up for her, so this inspired me lmaoo! once again, mydei's is my favorite... love writing for him
mydei₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧
when you and mydei had gone on a casual stroll through okhema, he wasn't expecting to discover how well-known you were around the city.
verax leo was a mouthy lion, one that overheard many conversations in its time in the holy city.
you, wanting to stop by and see if the lion had any new riddles, were not expecting for the verax to use this as an opportunity to tease the prince of kremnos.
"the beautiful muse of the mighty prince, [name]! an honor to see you! here for another riddle?"
mydei’s brow arched ever so slightly at the greeting, golden eyes flickering between you and verax leo with a quiet intensity.
“beautiful?” he echoed, tilting his head in that slow, calculating way of his.
you sighed, already sensing where this was going. “don’t start.”
verax leo let out a deep, rumbling chuckle. “oh? have i struck a nerve, mighty prince? or perhaps… have i simply voiced what many already whisper?”
mydei's perfect brow furrowed even deeper, "explain, annoying lion, what you mean by that."
verax leo, suddenly sensing the thick tension, voice wavered as he responded. "w-well, i would not live up to my name if i didn't put this in the form of a riddle!"
mydei didn't answer, only narrowing his eyes at the golden mount. "in the city of okhema, there are many beautiful antiques and valuables. often sought after. but, there's one that's unattainable, and can only be spoken of in whispers my lion ears can hear."
you blinked, glancing between mydei and verax leo, sensing the shift in the atmosphere.
mydei’s expression remained unreadable, his golden eyes sharp as they bore into the lion. “go on.”
verax leo let out a nervous chuckle, but continued nonetheless. “this treasure is admired by all, longed for by many, yet it rests in the hands of one who walks among us.” the lion paused before continuing. “and oh, how the city wonders… will the one who holds it keep their grasp, or will another dare to reach?”
mydei let the silence stretch between them, his expression unreadable. then, with slow precision, he turned to you.
“is that true?” his voice was softer now, but laced with something deeper—something possessive.
you rolled your eyes, a hint of amusement in your voice. “it’s just a riddle, mydei. you don’t actually think—”
“but it is true,” he interrupted smoothly, gaze never leaving yours. “you are sought after. spoken of in whispers. desired. it would be foolish if people didn't see your beauty.”
you swallowed, suddenly hyperaware of the weight of his attention. “mydei—”
he exhaled, then, a slow, quiet breath, before looking back at verax leo. “and tell me, lion, what happens to those who reach for the unattainable?”
verax leo hesitated before answering, voice lower this time. “they risk being burned.”
a small smirk ghosted across mydei’s lips, though there was no humor in it—only certainty. “then let them whisper.”
and with that, he took your hand, lacing his fingers with yours before leading you away from the lion’s watchful gaze, leaving nothing else to be said.
as you walked through the streets of okhema, the whispers verax spoke of suddenly felt louder—eyes flickering toward you, smiles offered, murmurs shared between passersby. you had never thought much of it before, but now, with mydei at your side, his grip firm around your hand, it was impossible to ignore.
“you’re really letting that riddle get to you, huh?” you finally said, glancing at him.
mydei didn’t answer immediately. instead, his golden eyes stayed forward, scanning the streets, his expression unreadable. when he finally spoke.
“it isn’t the riddle that bothers me,” he said. “it’s the fact that it isn’t just a riddle.”
you sighed for the hundredth time. “it's—”
“how many?” he asked suddenly.
you blinked. “...how many what?”
his gaze flickered to yours, sharp and calculating. “how many people have whispered about you? how many have longed for something they will never have?”
heat crept up your neck, but you scoffed, shaking your head. “do you hear yourself right now?”
“i hear the city.” his thumb brushed over your knuckles absentmindedly. “and i hear verax leo. neither of them are wrong.”
you stopped walking, tugging his hand to make him face you fully. “and? does it matter?”
his jaw tightened for the briefest moment before he exhaled, as if weighing his words. “no,” he said. then, softer, more certain: “not when the whispers mean nothing to you.”
your breath hitched, but before you could respond, he lifted your joined hands, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to your fingers.
“let them whisper,” he repeated, gaze locked onto yours. “as long as they know who you belong to.”
you gave his hand a small squeeze before pulling him forward. “come on, prince of kremnos. we’ve wasted enough time indulging a silly lion.”
he let you pull him along, but his grip remained firm, unwavering. “hm. i suppose. though, next time, i may indulge verax leo myself.”
you raised a brow. “oh?”
his golden eyes glimmered. “yes. i’d like to hear what else the city whispers—so i know exactly what to silence.”
you snorted, shaking your head. “unbelievable.”
but as the two of you walked away, hand in hand, the city’s whispers no longer mattered. after all, there was no need for speculation when the truth was already clear—mydei had already won the prize they all longed for. and he had no intention of ever letting go.
phainon₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧
phainon was a man that took pride in his relationship with you, always taking the initiative to show you off. he knew you were gorgeous, and was extremely lucky to have you before anyone else.
he'd often hear praise of your name throughout okhema, be it the older lady that worked the market or a young kid.
but there was an extent to how much he could take, especially when it became borderline crazy.
phainon, call him petty, often discarded the various love letters that were made for you. he would read through them and laugh at their contents. these men knew nothing about you, and it almost made him feel bad.
almost.
there was no room in his heart for men that overstepped many boundaries; and the letter in his hand was a prime example of this.
'Dear [Name],
you have caught my attention, which is an honor not many can achieve. I see the way you interact with the people of the Holy City, but I cannot help but be curious; when will it be my turn? To see your beautiful eyes gaze at me? Must I do something extravagant? I watch you, the way your eyes light up when the infamous Chrysos Heir greets you. Tell me, is it that simple? There's no way you're impressed by his-'
phainon stopped reading the letter there, irritation already seeping deep into his veins. not only was the letter addressed to his quarters, but now he had the nerve to diss him?
phainon was so lost in thought, he didn't notice you enter the bedroom.
you tilted your head, watching him with mild curiosity. it wasn’t often that he was this distracted, his fingers curled tightly around a piece of parchment, blue eyes narrowed in what could only be irritation.
"what's wrong?" you asked, stepping closer.
phainon blinked, finally registering your presence. his expression smoothed almost instantly, slipping into something more composed—too composed.
"nothing of importance," he said, rolling the letter between his fingers before tossing it onto the desk. "just another fool with more confidence than sense."
your gaze flickered to the discarded parchment. "another love letter?"
he exhaled, crossing his arms. "unfortunately."
curious, you reached for the letter. phainon's hand twitched as if debating whether to snatch it away, but he let you take it. as you scanned its contents, amusement tugged at your lips—until you got further down.
"just a creep," you muttered, throwing the letter somewhere of no importance.
"perhaps i should respond," he mused. "it would be a shame if our dear admirer thought their words went unread."
"phainon."
"oh, come now, you should know me well enough by now." his grin was all mischief and indulgence. "i wouldn't be cruel. i'd simply... clarify a few things."
"by 'clarify,' you mean gloat."
"semantics."
you sighed again, running a hand down your face. "you're crazy."
"and yet," he echoed, mirth dancing in his voice, "people still test me."
he leaned in then, voice a quiet hum against your ear. "but if you truly wish for me to ignore them, all you have to do is say so. you know i'm weak for your word."
"i'm well aware," you giggled softly which made his cheeks warm in delight.
"though i do wonder, would a ring around your finger put an end to this cruelty?" he put a hand over his heart in faux pain. though he was teasing, you couldn't help but notice the truth in his words.
"only one way to find out."
anaxa₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧
you were perfect, it was a fact any being with senses knew. more importantly, you were his perfect assistant. always there to assist him when he was busy with a student or to find his favorite pen.
it was these little things that mattered most to him, and he made sure your help never went unrecognized.
you watched anaxa busy himself helping his students with their research, the stack of thesis' on his desk going unlooked at.
"anaxa," your voice sweetly cut through the academic chatter of the classroom.
“i assume you’re here to remind me of some terribly dull obligation? my neglected paperwork, perhaps?”
you crossed your arms, unimpressed. “i was going to suggest taking a break, but clearly, your self-awareness is intact.”
his smirk deepened as he placed his hands on his hips. “why, of course. i am nothing if not entirely conscious of my own habits—though I do wonder how I managed before you.”
“poorly,” you deadpanned. “misplaced notes, forgotten meals, and a truly tragic reliance on last-minute efforts.”
he hummed in response, glancing at his student who wouldn't stop looking at you.
"i can help your students, you should use this time to look at the tablets and papers on your desk."
anaxa tilted his head, regarding you with an expression that was equal parts amusement and something more inscrutable. “how generous of you,” he murmured, fingers idly tapping against the untouched stack of work. “but tell me, dear, are you implying that my guidance is somehow… lacking?”
his tone was smooth, laced with that ever-present air of self-assuredness, but you knew him well enough to catch the teasing edge beneath it.
you merely raised a brow. “i’m implying that your penchant for procrastination is as legendary as your intellect. i don't wish to wake from slumber to you scribbling and muttering to yourself. ”
he exhaled a dramatic sigh, finally deigning to glance at the tablets and papers before him. “so cruel, yet so efficient,” he mused. “very well, if only to spare you the tragedy of watching me scramble at the last moment.”
anaxa retreated to his paperwork, leaving you with the student he was previously helping. you glanced down at his report, seeing unique sketches of chimeras.
"oh!" you exclaimed in excitement, leaning over the scholar's shoulder. "chimeras, i know a decent amount about them. i used to frequent the garden of life," before meeting anaxa, you wanted to add on, knowing he hated whenever you mentioned okhema.
the student perked up at your enthusiasm, eyes wide with curiosity. “you’ve been to the garden of life?” he asked, glancing between you and his sketches. “i’ve only read about it in records. is it true that some of the creatures there can work for hours?”
you nodded, a faint smile tugging at your lips. “some can, yes. their adaptability is remarkable, and they are super friendly!”
watching the student scribble things down, you continued. "even though they have a small and cute appearance, chimeras are very intelligent, understanding human speech despite not speaking it themselves."
anaxa smiled gently as he overheard your conversation, finding comfort in your voice. until he overheard another, more annoying conversation.
"[name] really is smart, no wonder professor keeps her to himself."
"yeah, it's a shame, if i had someone like [name]-"
anaxa stood up abruptly from his desk, the chair making a loud screech against the floor.
the sudden noise startled both you and the student, cutting your conversation short. you turned to see anaxa standing with an air of composed irritation, his pretty eyes sharp as they swept over the room.
“fascinating,” he drawled, his voice carrying just enough bite to make the offending students stiffen. “i wasn’t aware my assistant’s intelligence was up for public discussion—nor that any of you had the credentials to make such evaluations.”
a tense silence fell over the room. the scholars in question looked away, suddenly engrossed in their own work.
anaxa hummed, satisfied, before adjusting his cuffs with deliberate elegance. “i’d suggest you redirect your academic curiosity to something more productive. unless, of course, you believe gossip will earn you a place in my lectures?”
you sighed, rubbing your temples. this wasn’t the first time anaxa had taken offense on your behalf, though his methods were as dramatic as ever.
“professor,” you said, voice edged with both exasperation and amusement, “i believe your paperwork still requires your attention."
he hummed, completely ignoring you.
as he returned to his desk, you exhaled, shaking your head before refocusing on the student’s report.
still, you could feel anaxa’s gaze lingering—not on his paperwork or the students, but on you.
“professor,” you murmured without looking up, “if you’re going to stare at me all afternoon, at least pretend to be grading.”











