#phaidei x reader

You’ve been roped into their little spats time and time again, whether it be to help break a tie or to argue against one that the other somehow didn’t qualify to win. But today really is your last straw with letting them both work on your last nerve with these childish games. 

After a long day of work, you’ve reserved a private room for yourself in the bathhouse, steam filling the air as you sink into the hot water, allowing it to wash away your weariness and aches. Your hair is pinned up to prevent it from getting wet and you sink down comfortably on the bench until you’re submerged to your chin. The air is humid and heavy, making you draw in a sigh for a breath that better satisfies your lungs. 

You’ve been anticipating this moment of respite all day, and because of it, this mundane bath is the best you’ve ever experienced in your life despite it being no different from the dozens you’ve had before. Until it isn’t. 

The door slams open and before you can even register the words that are being shared you recognise the voice of the man speaking: Phainon. When you cast a glare over your shoulder towards these invaders of your sanctuary, you’re not surprised in the slightest when you see Mydei by his side. 

“I’ve booked this room for the hour. Get lost.” You bite out, your patience level at zero for their shenanigans today. 

“Ah, but we thought you wouldn’t mind.” Phainon begins with that disarmingly charming smile of his, “Mydei seems to think he can withstand a bath hotter than me but I highly doubt that.” Great. Just great. Another damned competition. 

“Well go somewhere else, I’ve had a busy morning.” You reply curtly. Mydei seems willing to leave but Phainon pouts like a petulant brat.

“But all the other private rooms are booked up.”

“Do it another time then.” The deliverer’s posture seems to deflate at your unwillingness to budge on the subject. Your gaze flickers to Mydei, hoping he’ll take your side and see the sense in postponing their little bet, but his golden eyes don’t meet yours. They’re instead following the path of condensation running down your neck, how beautiful you look like this with your damp hair haphazardly pinned out of the way with your smooth shoulders on display-

And that’s when you remember that you’re naked beneath the foggy surface of hot water. Phainon, ever gold of heart and dumb of ass – as you and Cipher have coined for him – is so fixed on proving himself a victor that he has yet to acknowledge your state of undress too. In a public bath, you wouldn’t feel so bashful as you’d be amongst others in the same state, but it feels different in the privacy of a room that you’ve reserved for yourself. 

Your jaw clenches so hard at his obliviousness that your eye begins to twitch, and Phainon finally notices the combination of flusteredness and irritation upon your face. His lips form a small o of surprise and he glances over to Mydei who has now closed his eyes to save him from the fact that he’s not entirely sure he can set his gaze upon you respectfully right now. 

Once more, you sigh and sink down further into the steaming pool. Phainon’s fingertips drum against his belt for a few moments as he seems to be pondering something, teeth sinking into his lower lip as though he’s thinking really hard… that can’t be good. 

So you’re pleasantly surprised by his next words: “Then forgive us for intruding. How about we fetch you some food to enjoy to make up for it?” 

“Very well…” You agree. Having some things to snack on while you relax does sound lovely, after all. The two Chrysos Heirs head out and you resume your relaxation, sinking back down into the water.

“What are you playing at?” Mydei growls lowly as soon as the door closes behind them, having waited until he was sure you’d be unable to hear. 

“I have a new bet, let’s scrap the bath idea.” Phainon replies.

“Oh? Because you’ve realised you’ll lose?” The crown prince raises a brow with a teasing smirk.

“Ok, then let’s postpone the bath bet. What I mean to say is that I think this idea is far more interesting…”

Mydei considers how to answer for a moment. Phainon has stirred up plenty of trouble for the two of them before with his ideas… but no one’s ever been hurt before so what could be the harm in hearing him out, “I’m listening…” 

“I saw you looking… and so did she-”

“What does that have to do with-?” Mydei barks before Phainon can even finish, wanting to save face.

“But did you see her looking?” The question makes Mydei pause.

“... Was she?” 

Phainon nods with a little hum, grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Oh she absolutely was, friend.” Mydei ponders this fact for a few moments and swallows his doubts to inquire further:

“So what is it you’re proposing?” 

The pair of men return, Phainon carrying a tray while Mydei has a bottle and glasses. There’s some cheeses, cured meats, fruits, and some wine. You wonder if perhaps they’ve finally realised just how grating it is to be caught in the middle of their contests all the time, and if they’ve cashed in a favour with the kitchen staff to at last show their remorse. Maybe your bath isn’t ruined after all. But there is an awful lot of food, so much that you’re not sure you can finish it yourself with your current appetite.

“Thank you.” You say as Mydei opens the wine for you, then tentatively you add: “Will the two of you perhaps join me? There’s a lot here to eat and I’m sure you can use the bath for your bet once I’m done, hm?” Mydei glances towards Phainon with an unreadable expression, but the deliverer is grinning from ear to ear. 

“Sure we will! That sounds great!” Phainon turns to his strawberry blond companion, “Shall we go change, friend?” Mydei grunts at his cocky grin, a part of him hating how everything is going according to Phainon’s plan so far and yet another part is eager to see just how far you’ll let the two of them take this. You keep your back turned to them and let your head tip back against the towel you’ve folded at the edge of the bath to use as a makeshift pillow, cushioning your head to allow you to relax more. Your eyes remain closed as you feel the ripples of Mydei and Phainon sinking into the water. 

Your eyes only crack open again to reach for a cracker and piece of cheese to pop into your mouth. Phainon and Mydei seem to fall under the same influence as you within the heat of the private pool – perhaps having them join you might actually change your day for the better? You certainly think so as Mydei pours a glass of wine and hands it to you. 

“Thank you.” You let the sweet taste of pomegranate pour down your throat and notice how Phainon practically inhales his cup and then refills it… odd. You hope the two of them haven’t made a new bet to see who can outdrink the other… again. Mydei won last time, if you recall correctly. 

Either way, you fall right back into pace, unwinding in the steamy room, now joined by friends who have brought food and wine – what could be better than this? 

Mydei’s arm stretches out along the edge of the pool behind you but you take little notice as he’s a big guy and takes up a lot of room as a consequence, sitting even upon his throne with his thick thighs spread far apart. He just takes up a lot of room, you dismiss. But Phainon isn’t quite as subtle… 

“Ah, you have some-” He reaches forwards to brush some non-existent crumbs from your mouth, thumb tracing the plush curve of your bottom lip. His bright blue eyes are half lidded behind thick lashes, and they linger on your wine-tinted mouth. 

Mydei’s jaw clenches when you don’t pull away – fuck, he might actually lose this one – and so he intervenes. His fingers gently trace spirals on your nape, sending shivers down your spine. It gives you an excuse to turn away from Phainon’s heated gaze and so you take it readily. But he’s now closer than he was before, olive skin glistening with the humidity of the bath house, red tattoos a stark contrast to the lightly coloured tiles around you all. 

“He’s just being an idiot, don’t mind him.” Mydei says with a slight smirk, his words aimed at you but his taunt aimed at the deliverer. Phainon huffs at having his win snatched out from right under his nose and he leans in a little closer, his bottom lip jutted out in a pout when you turn back to get a look at him. 

“We’re sorry we’ve been annoying you lately.” Phainon apologises, looking for sympathy, forgiveness, pity, just any form of your attention right now. This isn’t just about winning, dammit! He yearns for the prize itself, not just the bragging rights this time. You let out a little sigh. 

“It gets to a point… but the pair of you aren’t all that bad, you’re my friends.” You offer him some reassurance with a gentle smile. The way he grins and perks up in response makes you feel that his tail would be wagging right now if he had one. 

Mydei seizes the opportunity you’ve just presented him with, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he speaks in a low, husked tone: “Just friends?” His calloused fingertips trace the curve of your shoulder. You’ve been feeling the tension weighing down on the air like steam, but the crown prince beside you has just catalysed it. 

You open your mouth to reply but nothing comes out. How can you reply to that?! You’d have to be blind to not see how utterly handsome the pair of them are, oblivious to having failed to notice how protective they are of you. Has it always been this way? It just feels so much… more now. But what exactly does Mydei mean by that? Are they both confessing and asking you to choose one? You don’t think you ever could. He seems to sense the myriad of questions charging through your mind. 

“You don’t have to think about it right now if you don’t want to… just feel, yeah? You keep saying we’ve been working your last nerve so now it’s only fair we make you feel all relaxed and good, don’t you think, Phainon?” 

Phainon’s bright blue eyes light up and he nods eagerly, leaning in so close that his breath fans over your cheek. Mydei’s chest brushes against your shoulder and you realise you’re sandwiched between the two of them who are looking down at you like you’re the ripest fruit their starving senses have ever encountered-

Oh. Oh. 

You’re ashamed to admit that you’ve been ignoring their blatant desire up until this moment and now you’re forced to come face to face with it. It’s not that you don’t want this, just that you’re not exactly sure where they intend to take this-

But Phainon is more intuitive than his smiley self often lets on and he registers your hesitance. 

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to… and if you do then we don’t need to make a big deal of it.” He murmurs, open to whatever it is you might want to or not get out of what they’re proposing to you here in the heavy air of the bathhouse. 

Mydei tucks away a stray strand of hair that’s come undone from your hairstick, guiding it behind your ear where it sticks to the side of your neck, damp. It’s gentle and affectionate, a gesture that they want you but things need not be taken any further than this should you express that right now. 

You practically gnaw on your lip as you consider the opportunity on a silver platter in front of you. Mydei and Phainon are undeniably gorgeous, admired by men and women alike all over the Eternal Holy City. Is this really something you want to pass up? And surely it doesn’t have to mean a ruined friendship, right? Perhaps just… friendship and a little something more. 

Well now you’re not sure who to kiss first. 

Mydei seems to know he’s at a disadvantage with you facing Phainon and not him so he makes himself known with fingertips tracing the length of your arm, provoking shivers in you despite the building heat of tension and steam. But Phainon sees his window of opportunity, relishes in how your line of sight fixes on his mouth, and leans in to press his lips to yours, firm yet tender all at once. 

“HKS…” Mydei grumbles under his breath, hand hiding its way to your hip and squeezing. The prince settles instead for kissing just below your ear, seizing the opportunity to mark you before the deliverer can. With a pleased hum, one of your hands reaches back to tangle in Mydei’s long strawberry-blond and red hair while the other sets itself atop the mound of Phainon’s pec. You can taste the pomegranate wine on his tongue when it swipes against your lower lip. The water ripples around you when Mydei looms over you from behind, his broad chest pressing to your back, teeth sinking into your soft flesh just enough to leave indents behind. 

Phainon’s mouth grows more demanding, tongue pushing insistently at your lips until you allow him access to explore you like this. But Mydei matches his energy and breaks your kiss in order to haul you into his lap, provoking a little noise of surprise from you when you feel him pressing insistently against your lower back – all of him. The prince now cups your chin in his large hand to make you look at him over your shoulder. For a moment, he smears a mix of yours and Phainon’s saliva across your bottom lip before he leans in and catches it between his teeth, tugging teasingly, before letting his tongue glide against yours. 

With you seated on Mydei’s lap, you’re lifted more out of the water now and so Phainon has a front row seat to the perfect view of your bare tits. With a whine-tinged sigh of longing, he kisses his way across your collarbone and down to the plump flesh of your breasts. He laps eagerly against your nipple before sucking down on it harshly, bringing his hand up to grope the other before it can feel left out. 

“Such pretty tits, baby.” He murmurs as he teases each of your peaks into stiffening for him. Mydei’s hand has meanwhile wrapped around your throat to keep you from turning away from him, a dominant action that preludes his intentions with you. 

“You gonna let us see how pretty the rest of you is?” Mydei’s voice rumbles against the shell of your ear that he then teasingly nips and tugs between his teeth. 

“Fuck-” You pant out as Phainon’s mouth suctions around your nipple that’s now growing puffy from his eager attention. “Yeah- yeah I am.”

“Atta girl.” Mydei hoists you out of the water, sitting on the edge of the pool and setting your thighs over his so that your legs are forced to spread with how he sits with his knees so far apart. His hand glides down your side and gropes the plush flesh of your thigh, already picturing all the different positions he wants to push them in. He’s at a better angle now to grind his swollen cock against the cleft of your ass now too, and it’s something he takes advantage of. 

Phainon has followed the two of you, but doesn’t rise up from the water. You lift a hand to beckon him closer, but he’s already three steps ahead of whatever you had in mind. His thumbs reach forward to peel your pussy open, watching the twitch of your clit in the heated air and how your hole clenches slightly at being viewed so blatantly by his hungry eyes. 

“Yeah, Mydei, you were right… she’s just as pretty here.” He sighs in bliss before leaning in to lap a wide lick up your slit, kissing your clit tenderly as though to preemptively apologise for all he’s about to put the poor bud through. He latches onto it like he did your tits, tongue flicking against it as his hands find your hips to still you from bucking and squirming too much. Mydei lets out a grunt at how it only pushes your plump ass more firmly against his dick. 

The prince is pretty much humping against you now, leaning back just enough to watch his angry red tip leaking pre against your wet skin. Your hands are now tangled in the damp locks of Phainon’s snowy hair as he laps at you like a fountain, those bright blue eyes looking up at you with hazed lust, watching for all your reactions as he finally gets to learn what makes your body tick. He moans once his tongue begins to dip into your hot cunt, savouring your bittersweetness. Mydei presses one hand to your abdomen while he spits on his thumb and brings it to your clit to rub little stars against it. 

“You taste sho’ sweet, beauti-mmph…” He lets out muffled whines at a tug on his hair when his voice sends reverberations throughout your most sensitive parts. You’re now pushing on the back of his head to essentially smother him against your cunt, but it’s the last thing on this planet he’d ever wish to complain about. 

Between Phainon’s tongue, and Mydei putting just the right amount of pressure on your abdomen and friction on your clit, you find yourself nearing an orgasm embarrassingly quickly. Phainon’s fingers are digging into the squish of your thigh while Mydei’s lips drag against the side of your throat. You’re panting already and you try in vain to lie to yourself and believe it’s mostly because of the steam in the room and not because your two friends are playing your body like a lyre. 

Phainon is near literally making out with your cunt now, lapping up your wetness like it’s ambrosial wine. Meanwhile, Mydei’s hand cups the underside of your jaw to make you tip your head back enough to look at him, hand pushing upwards more until he’s pushing two fingers into your mouth, letting them slide over your tongue. Instinctively, you wrap your lips around the digits and suck on them, tongue swiping across and between them within the warmth of your mouth. Mydei groans, a smirk tugging at his lips as you let out a muffled whine from how Phainon is eating out your cunt like a feral man. 

“Aren’t you skilled with this mouth, sweetheart?” He leers and pushes his fingers towards the back of your tongue, “Why don’t you show me what else it can do, hm?” With that, he lifts you from his lap and turns you over so you’re instead bent over the edge of the pool, your ass and the very tops of your thighs highlighted by the surface of the hot water lapping at your legs. Mydei is kneeling in front of you now and he drags over the towel you’d been using as a makeshift pillow earlier, sliding it under you to cushion your elbows. 

“Fuck, look at you, pretty baby~” You hear Phainon huff under his breath as his hands cup the curve of your ass and squeeze firmly, spreading you enough to reveal your slick holes, puffy pussy squished enticingly between the fat of your thighs. 

Mydei’s hand lifts your chin while he uses the other to tap the leaking head of his thick cock against your cheek twice, watching the clear precum smear against your flushed skin. You’d never expected his tattoos to extend to the shaft of his cock, and yet you find yourself yearning to trace the red lines with your tongue. The crown prince sucks in a hiss between his teeth when you do just that. 

“That’s it, sweet girl, look how hungry you are for it…” He groans, fingers raking through your hair to brush it away from your face, keeping it from your eyes and making sure he has an unobscured view of that lust-glazed sparkle in your pretty eyes. 

Phainon, meanwhile, reminds you of his presence with a whimper as he glides his cock through the cleft of your ass, thumb pressing down over the length to make sure he can really feel the squish of your plush flesh. His hands are otherwise splayed across your hip and asscheek, humping against you. 

By the time your lips are pouting against Mydei’s reddened tip, letting him press in, Phainon’s cock is gliding through your sticky slit, making sure his cockhead catches your clit with every stroke. You can taste Mydei on your tongue as his cock nudges against the roof of your mouth and you push your tongue against the thrumming vein on the underside. He lets out a drawn out groan and his fist tightens in your hair. 

Having teased himself enough with gliding his length through the plush lips of your pussy, Phainon finally nudges his cock against your entrance. He’s not as thick as Mydei, you think as he stops at just the tip stretching your snug walls, the deliverer panting softly as he narrows all of his focus onto not finishing early – but you’re just so wet and warm and tight! His head falls back as he pushes forwards in one smooth motion until his hips are flush to your ass. 

You nearly choke on Mydei’s cock that’s jutting its way to the back of your throat – you were wrong to underestimate Phainon! You didn’t manage to get a good look at his dick when he was eating you out as he was still mostly submerged in the water, but what he lacks in girth he more than makes up for in length! His tip is already squished up against your cervix, like he’s trying to ram right past it. But he doesn’t quite seem to realise just how much you’re taking for his sake as he’s still buried to the hilt, hands curling into your hips as he pants and whimpers, twitching at each clench of your pussy on him. 

“Open wider.” Mydei commands your attention back to him. You relax your jaw, tongue outstretched as he bullies his way to the back of your throat with a groan of pleasure. “That’s it, so good at taking orders, aren’t you?” He teases with a leering grin as he encourages you with a hand in your hair to start bobbing your head on him. While your moans are muffled into wet gags around Mydei’s fat cock, Phainon finally finds his focus and begins to fuck into you with shallow thrusts, hands sliding from your hips to your waist and back, unable to pull out more than a few inches before being drawn back in by the snug embrace of your hole, gaze fixed to the jiggle of your soft body each time he bottoms out. 

“So good, so, so good, you feel so-” He whines, his thrusts jackhammering you like a rabbit, the light splashes of water over the edge of the pool mixing into the cacophony of grunts, moans, gags and the lewd squelches of your pussy. 

“What’s noisier, that pretty cunt or this sweet mouth, hm?” Mydei’s golden eyes flick up to meet Phainon, but the younger Chrysos heir seems drunk on your pussy, rutting into your gummy walls like he’s no better than a dog. He’s eager and his length is merciless against your poor hole that’s being made to accommodate his size again and again with each pump of his hips. Your thighs are being squished between his body and the edge of the pool, having pushed you as far forwards as possible, causing you to take more of Mydei’s cock down your throat in turn. 

Your pleasure increases tenfold though, when Phainon reaches under you to find your swollen clit, rubbing the little pearl in sticky circles while smearing your slick over it. Your legs tremble under you and Mydei picks up on your shaky arms. He moves from being on his knees to sitting down with his legs outstretched on either side of you, letting you lean down and not put so much balance on your arms. It becomes easier to instead focus on Phainon ramming into you from behind and the tart taste of Mydei’s pre smearing across your drooling tongue. 

“Shit! You tightened up so much-” Phainon whines, cock throbbing as he feels his release nearing. Mydei has his bottom lip caught between his teeth and his gaze flickers between your glassy eyes and the bounce of your ass each time Phainon plunges into you. 

“You hear that? I think you’re going to make him cum~” He croons from above you, grinning at how you’ve got the fearsome deliverer whimpering like a pup while he pumps into your cunt at rapid pace. Your back arches sweetly and Phainon lets out a broken whimper as it allows him a little deeper into you. The next thing you register is the hot spurt of his cum spilling deep into you. He leans over your back, forehead pressed between your shoulder blades as he pants and whines, grinding his tip against your abused cervix with a death grip on your hips to make sure he doesn’t slip out of you – not that there’s anywhere you could go given how you’re sandwiched between his toned figure and the edge of the pool. 

To your surprise, Mydei pulls out of your mouth, his thumb tracing the plush curve of your bottom lip to wipe away your drool. The action makes you feel even more debauched and it has you clenching on Phainon. But the white-haired man whines when you’re pulled out of his arms and into Mydei’s lap instead. 

“You can take another load, right, sweetheart?” He asks in a gravelly tone as he seats you onto his thick cock. He doesn’t reach quite as far as Phainon did, but the thicker stretch as you keening and arching into his broad chest. He pushes into your clenching insides, groaning as Phainon’s creamy spend runs down the shaft of his red-marked cock. His calloused hand comes down on your ass, making you squeal. “I asked you a question.” He tilts his head to the side, braid falling over his shoulder as he looks at you pointedly, eyes of molten gold penetrating your very being. 

“Y-yes! Can take ahh~ another load!” You babble as he starts to bounce you on his dick. After only a few strokes Phainon – not wanting to be left out – presses himself to your back and reaches around your front to begin to paw at your plump tits, teasing the nipples and tugging on them. Mydei could shoo him away but they’ve done well enough at sharing you so far, and every pinch to your sensitive nipples makes you squeeze deliciously on his fat cock. 

With Mydei’s grip on your ass being used to haul you up and down on his shaft like a doll, Phainon takes it upon himself to let one of his hands glide down your front and to your clit once more, swiping across it in rapid motions, wanting- needing to see you orgasm. It’s successful in getting your head to fall back against his shoulder, moans pouring from your lips that will undoubtedly be heard should anyone stand too close to the door-

But he swallows down all your noises with a heated kiss when he feels a spray of your juices against his fingertips, Mydei growling at how you tighten up on him just right. 

“Fuck, fuck! Milking me like that, I’ll-” The crown prince cuts himself off in favour of gritting his teeth to muffle his grunts as he spills his load into you. You’re left mewling into Phainon’s mouth at the hot spill in your sensitive pussy. You’re all left panting when Phainon eventually breaks the kiss in favour of nuzzling into your neck, Mydei’s hands stroking up and down the curve of your waist to soothe your shaking figure. Only once he thinks you can take it does he steadily lift you off his cock and let you fall into his sculpted chest. To let you stretch your legs from where they’ve been folded to straddle him, he leans back against the tiled floor, palm smoothing up and down your back as you steadily come down from your high. 

But Phainon isn’t done with you just yet, pushing one of your thighs aside to spread them again. He cups the sides of your ass to coax you into a gentle arch, just enough to let him access your creampied pussy when he lays down on his front. 

“Phai! Can’t take any-” He cuts you off with a cooing tone:

“Shhh, pretty girl, just cleaning you up.” He murmurs against your slit as he laps up the cum and slick that’s dribbling from your used hole. He’s firm but gentle with each roll of his tongue, swallowing down the mess the three of you have made of your poor cunt. 

“Let’s get a robe for you.” Mydei murmurs, lips caressing the shell of your ear, “Wouldn’t want the next booking to come in and find you all ruined like this, hm?” 

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Being in class learning about photosynthesis one moment, and witnessing your aunt get into a horrible accident while tending to Dromas on the other side of the city, was certainly not fun. But to say it was weird? That would be a lie. See, Y/n had a unique ability since he was little; he would get visions. He couldn’t control it. He didn’t have a say in what they’d be, who’d be in them, or when they’d happen.

He didn’t quite understand why they were happening in the first place. He didn't believe there was a Titan like him. Maybe Oronyx? But it didn't feel right. And no one else in his family had any ability remotely like his. In fact, it scared his family. Especially after telling his parents what he saw in class. They feared him. His classmates and teachers were also scared of him, not really understanding what was going on. Or as they put it, what was wrong with him. He had no friends; he had no one.

Screaming filled the small bedroom that Y/n slept in. He had another nightmare. The same nightmare. Blood, yelling, death all around him, darkness. This time it was more vivid. He could see himself in the dream—the vision. He was wearing the exact same tunic as he was currently wearing.

He cried out in fear as he scrambled to get his blankets off himself. His parents had stopped coming to comfort him years ago. He was turning thirteen; he should be able to take care of it himself, they'd say. In reality, it was because they didn't want to hear whatever he had seen again. But this time they needed to. Everyone was going to die.

"Mama! Papa! Mama, you have to wake up. Please!" Y/n cried out, furiously shaking his parents to wake them.

"What is it, boy?" His father grumbled, his eyes barely opening to look at his son. His mother sat up, rubbing her eyes.

"It's tonight, it's going to happen tonight. People are going to die tonight." He cried out, his eyes watering. He was sure it was tonight. "My nightmares they're real, it's going to happen."

"They're not real Y/n, they're just dreams. Coincidences. They feel real, but they're not." His father sighed, lying back down in bed.

"B-but... It's real. It really is! Mama, please..." He couldn't stop the tears from falling. He knew they wouldn't believe him. And he was scared.

His mother looked over to her husband, then back at her son. "Sweetheart, he's right. It's just a scary dream. That's all. Go back to bed, everything will be okay."

Y/ hiccuped and wiped his eyes. "Why don't you ever believe me?"

"Sweetie—"

Y/n jumped back as his mom reached out for him, shaking his head. "No! I know it's real, you know it's real, why can't you believe me? The monsters are coming. They'll destroy everything."

He ran back to his room and crawled into his bed, hiding under his covers. He wasn't sure what to do. He couldn't run away on his own. He couldn't leave his parents behind either. Maybe they were right? Maybe it was just a dream. Maybe he saw himself in the dream because he was looking in the mirror before going to sleep?

He eventually managed to go back to sleep, but he dreamt of nothing. Dark emptiness was all there was. The next time he woke up was his mother placing a hand on his face. It scared him; he didn't know what was going on.

His mother was standing above him, her eyes wild and full of fear and panic. She has splatters of blood on his cheek. It scared Y/n more.

"We have to leave, sweetie, right now." She whispered to him while pulling the covers off him. She grabbed his hand and pulled him out, dragging him out of his room.

"Wh— AHH!" Y/n tried asking what was going on. But before he could, there was a loud explosion.

Y/n grabbed his mom and hid his face in her side. In response, his mother pulled him close, shielding him from the direction of the noise.

His father came through the front door and immediately made his way to the two of them. He pulled them close and cupped his wife's cheek. "Don't slow down under any circumstance, do you hear me? If anything happens to me, you keep running, you get our son out of here."

"Papa..."

His father got down to his level and smiled sadly, rubbing the top of his head. Y/ns heart was pounding. He knew. His father was going to sacrifice himself to get them out. He could feel it.

"My brave son, I'm sorry for not listening to you. I was afraid, I will admit. I'm not anymore. Take care of your mother, and don't be ashamed of who you are. None of this is your fault. I love you."

Y/n started crying again and jumped on his dad, hugging him tightly. "Don't leave us, Papa, please."

"Be strong, my son. For your mama."

Y/n looked up to his mom and saw him silently crying. He nodded, taking a breath, and went back to his mom.

What happened next came in flash images. New memories and old. Things he saw in his visions, things he couldnt understand, and things he never got to see. Including his father's death.

His father fought off the black tides creations as much as he could. He kept a distance from his family, trying to get them out safely. Distracted from helping another family escape, he was impaled in the chest. Y/n saw it, saw his body hit the floor, saw the fear in his eyes, saw the pleading in them too. Run. He screamed out for his father, tears welling in his eyes. His mom grabbed him, dragging him away. The family he helped saved got the two away just in time.

Almost out of the town, one of the buildings on fire exploded, sending all five of his group flying. One of them died from the impact, and Y/n was disoriented. His mother refused to let go of him, dragging him out of the village. He was half-conscious, blood pouring down his face, which messed with his vision even further.

When they finally made it into Okhema, He requested his mom get checked out first. He was in and out of consciousness, but he knew his mom hadn't slept the entire journey. He didn't understand why everyone kept whispering and staring at him in particular as his mom was being checked out and his head was bandaged. Not until he looked down at his torn-up tunic. Dried golden blood.

A couple of days after arriving in Okhema, Y/n decided to visit the baths. His mother was handling all their information and didn't want him around all the sorrow. He was sitting on the ledge of an empty bath, letting his feet soak. He wasn't used to being in such an open and crowded environment. He also knew that since he had opened wounds, he shouldn't go into a public bath. He missed all the whispers growing around him; it was common back home.

"Hello there, little one. Would you mind if I joined you?"

The voice belonged to a woman in gold. Her eyes were foggy, and she wore a kind smile. Her voice was gentle and kind. And Y/n couldn't think of a reason to say no. So he slowly nodded.

The woman took her heels off before sitting on the ledge next to him, dipping her legs in. "My name is Aglaea."

"I'm Y/n." He muttered, playing with the hems of his tunic. They kindly gave him another one since his got ruined, but it was a donation. It didn't properly fit him.

"I know who you are. My golden threads have brought many whispers." She turned to face him, giving him a kind smile. "You're a special kid, do you know that? You have golden blood."

"I don't think that's special."

"It is special. It means you have a unique path, one meant to chase the stars. You're a Chrysos Heir. I'm sure you've heard of us before, no?"

Y/n nodded and looked over at her. He blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes; her aura felt strange to him. He didn't notice it before. But this lady was... different. He saw flashes of her eyes being normal, before back to being clouded over again. It wasn't just a physical change, but it felt like in those flashes, she seemed happier when things were clearer. He didn't quite understand, though.

"Your mother mentioned you see things. Would you like to explain it better to me?" She asked gently.

Y/n then noticed what looked like shining strings around her and the room, before they disappeared again. He noticed them before, but with her around, they seemed stronger.

"Well... Ever since I could remember, I've always had these... visions? I can see things before they happen. I don't get to pick who or when. They just... happen. And sometimes I see things and people who aren't there, hear them too. Sometimes the walls get all weird... The sky too. Right now I can see those strings everywhere."

Aglaea looked impressed at what the child had told her. "You can see my golden threads? Normal people can't see them, Y/n."

Y/n nodded and looked down at the bath water below him. Maybe it was because of how everyone around him treated his abilities, he didn't see it as impressive. "I don't want to be a demigod. I just want to be... me? I just want to be normal."

"Not all Chrysos Heirs are demigods, dear child, not everyone is meant to be. You know, you can still join me on the Chrysos Heirs flame chase journey. Without being a demigod. I know a Chrysos Heir who is a scholar, and another young child around your age who wishes to be a healer. You can be anything you want to be."

You can be anything you want to be. That stuck with him. Anything?

Y/n took in a sharp gasp as his legs stopped swinging. He gripped the edge of the bathtub, not moving or responding. Aglaea was quick to notice. The boy's eyes looked white from what he could see before he squeezed them shut. She couldn't help but watch in curiosity at what was occurring.

Flashes of red. Laughter. Gold eyes. A strong voice. A playful voice.

"Agie! They're going to make a mess of the baths again."

"It's alright, teacher, they won't get that far this time. Y/n will watch over them."

The gold eyes again. A man's joyful smile. Then black.

"Y/n? Are you okay, dear child?" Algaea asked softly, pulling out a handkerchief. To Y/ns surprise, she gently dabbed undernear his eyes. He must've cried. It was his first vision since the destruction of his home.

Y/n slowly nodded. That vision was definitely in the future. His name was mentioned in a fond tone; it seemed like whoever he was supposed to watch over were his friends. He accepted Aglaeas' offer, made friends, and fit in. It seemed like that was his path. And he was okay with that. Finally, he wouldn't be alone anymore.

"Okay, miss... I'll join."

Once Y/n and his mother settled into Okhema, with Aglaeas' help, Y/n went to the grove of Epiphany for his studies. He didn't know exactly what he wanted to study. He left it open, and whatever caught his attention, he decided he'd pick. It didn't take him long to grow curious about Professor Anaxagoras' teachings, much to Aglaeas' dismay.

He wasn't the only Chrysos Heir in his class. He met Hyacinthia, the Chrysos Heir Aglaea had mentioned when they first met. He also got to meet a girl named Castorice, whose touch could kill. He could understand how lonely she probably felt, and always made it a point to say hi to her and ask about her day. It didn't take them long to become friends. It was nice for Y/n to find someone who understood what it was like to be different.

Professor Anaxagoras caught on quickly to Y/ns abilities. Anytime he'd get a vision or respond to voices that weren't there, he'd ignore it. He knew that was out of his control. It shocked Y/n after seeing how tough he is on all his students, but he appreciated it.

The last student to join the class was a boy with blue eyes. He introduced himself to the class and smiled. And oh. Y/n recognized that smile. It was in multiple of his visions. His eyes widened in shock, catching the boys—Phainons—attention. That's how the two met and became friends. All because Phainon thought they had met before. It was silly, but Y/n liked that.

Y/n and Phainon were often paired together in other classes, except Anaxas. They caused too much chaos, and no work got done. It drove him insane. But their classmates found it funny how much they had a ride or die relationship.

Y/ns mom cried with relief when he visited home and told her all about the friends he had made. She was glad her son finally had someone other than her. He wasn't an outcast anymore; they weren't afraid. And neither was she.

It was safe to say Y/n grew a crush on his best friend pretty quickly. Phainon thought Y/ns abilities were the coolest thing ever. He asked some of the silliest questions, always making the burden feel easier to carry. During serious moments, he'd sometimes ask questions about whether or not he would succeed. Y/n couldn't answer; he didn't know. It was one of the few moments Y/n felt like he wasn't being exploited. It was just another boy like himself who was scared of the future.

When the prince of Castrum Kremnos came along, Y/n couldn't help but feel a little jealous. He hadn't met him, but he heard many stories from Phainon. The stories included their infamous ten-day fight, which had no winner. Phainon made it clear he admired Mydei after that. Y/n wanted to meet him! He seemed like a good guy. But hearing the stories, he couldn't help but feel those two were getting close. He was scared to lose Phainon.

Phainon made it a point to Aglaea that he wanted to introduce Mydei to Y/n on his own. She almost opposed, but trusted Y/n could handle it. So she allowed it and told them to leave it out of the public eye, knowing how those two could get already. Phainon agreed and offered to do it in his private quarters.

Y/n was sitting in Phainon's room, reading a book as he anxiously waited to meet the great Mydeimos. Okay, that was a lie; he wasn't actually reading. He was overthinking instead. Would they get along? Will they all become friends? Could he be gay, too? What will happen to his and Phainon's friendship? He never had healthy friendships before joining Professor Anaxagoras' class. And Phainon was his first ever crush. He didn't quite know how to navigate it.

He closed the book and put it on the table when he could hear Phainon's voice in the distance, bickering with another. That voice... He quickly stood up, holding his wrist behind his back. Could it be?

"Y/n!~ This here is the prince of Castrum Kremnos, Mydeimos!~" Phainon called out as he swung open the door to his room.

"Will you keep your voice down? And it's just Mydei." The man Grumbled, his sharp golden eyes finding Y/ns.

You'd think after years of having visions he'd be used to seeing them play out, but no. Same stupid reaction as when he recognized Phainon for the first time, his eyes widened in shock and recognition. Mydei furrowed his eyebrows at the strange reaction, as Phainon quickly realized what was happening. He chuckled and crossed his arms, making his way over to Y/n.

"Oh? Don't tell me you're already familiar with him." Phainon teased, leaning over Y/ns shoulder.

"We haven't met before." Mydei responded in slight confusion.

"You didn't have to. Our dear Y/n here is the Chrysos Heir who is gifted with the ability of foresight. He's the one who gets visions that Aglaea mentioned."

Y/n shot Phainon a glare before looking back over at Mydei with a soft smile. "I'm sorry if that scares you. Yes, I have seen you before, but only briefly. I've learned most of my visions are of those I have already been familiar with. It's uncommon for me to see those I'm not." He explained as he walked over. He held his hand out for Mydei to shake. "I know Phainon already introduced me, but I am Y/n. It's nice to meet you."

Y/n was used to spending all his time with Phainon while at the Grove, but when they returned to Okhema, Phainon was busy with his duties as the deliverer. He, unlike Y/n, was interested in becoming a demigod. And that took a lot of work and training. Y/n found himself lonely without Phainon.

One of the times he went out to find comfort, he heard whispers that the prince was missing once again. Apparently, it wasn’t uncommon for him to leave the city. Y/n knew he was homesick. Kremnos and Okhema had been at odds for a long time, and now he was meant to call it his home. He knew that, unlike Phainon and himself, it couldn’t be that easy.

Y/n wandered out of the city, doing his best to track down where he believed Mydei would be. It took him a bit to find him. He was sitting on a riverside, staring at the water, lost in thought. Y/n carefully walked over before sitting next to him. He knew Mydei was an incredible warrior; he could hear him coming, and Y/n knew that.

“I’m not going back,” Mydei grumbled.

“Alright,” Y/n responded in a similarly low tone, though his was gentle.

He pulled out the bag he had with him and opened it. He handed Mydei a portion of food and a bottle of his favorite—pomegranate juice with milk. He then pulled out his food and his favorite drink as well. Without waiting for Mydei to respond, he opened his own food and started eating. Mydei didn’t speak, just stared at what Y/n brought.

“It’s not poisoned. My mom made it. I told her I was going to see a friend, and well—she likes feeding my friends. Perfect, I’d say, so we don’t have to go back. I’m sure you haven’t eaten.”

Mydei still didn’t speak, but eventually he opened up the bottle and took a sip. His shoulders relaxed in a way Y/n had never seen before. Mydei never let his guard down. Though he was slowly starting to learn he could trust Y/n and Phainon. Y/n knew that he had gotten a couple of visions of Mydei getting more comfortable with them. But it wasn’t time just yet. He didn’t tell Mydei; he knew that things like that should only come naturally.

“… Thank you, Y/n.” Mydei eventually pushed out before taking a bite of food.

Y/n smiled and simply ate beside him. They didn’t speak, just enjoyed each other's company. Y/n didn’t want to make him uncomfortable and push him; he knew Phaonon had it covered when it came to getting Mydei out of his comfort zone. Y/n chose to be his safety instead.

Once he was done eating, he lay against the soft grass and looked up at the sky. After almost twenty minutes of Y/n lying down and Mydei sitting, Y/n grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down.

“The hell—“ Mydei growled, looking over at him in shock and disbelief.

“The sky is pretty, enjoy it with me.” Y/n smiled.

Mydei huffed but did as Y/n said. He didn’t move away, lying shoulder to shoulder with him. They once again went quiet. Y/n could feel Mydeis' shoulder ease more. Slowly but surely, he was unraveling the tough prince.

They didn’t know how much time had passed when fast-paced footsteps found them. “You two, we’ve been looking for you for hours. It wasn’t until Lady Goldweaver said you both left Okhema that we figured out you had to be somewhere out here. Why wasn’t I invited?”

Y/n and Mydei both turned to look at each other, Y/n amused and Mydei annoyed. Y/n couldn’t hold in his snickering, and eventually, Mydei couldn’t help but crack a smile. A true, genuine smile.

“Let’s go back, yeah?” Y/n whispered, earning a hum from Mydei.

Phainon then proceeded to talk both their ears off, never once calling out Mydeis' homesickness, though. He directed most of his bickering to Y/n. Y/n was sure he knew why they were out there. He managed to quiet Phainon when he gave him his own portion of food. Mydei couldn’t help but shake his head at how fast he switched up.

Not long after Y/n and Phainon graduated from the Grove of Epiphany from their studies, Y/n got himself his own place to live, away from his mother. A room right next to Phainons, near some of the other Chrysos heirs. It wasn’t uncommon for one of them to sneak into the other's room when they had a particularly bad dream. If anything, it made their bond stronger.

Y/n had another dream about his father’s death, remembering all the bloodshed around him as he and his mother clung to one another. He woke up in a cold sweat and realized that he couldn’t stay in his room alone. The voices were extra loud that night. He could hear so much crying and screaming. So he went to Phainon's room and knocked on his door.

Phainon took a moment before opening the door, his hair a mess. “Y/n? Everything alright?”

“Can I stay here again? My room isn’t safe right now.”

Even in the hallway, things were quieter. His eyes were fogged over, a good sign that things were active. He could see the hallway glitching out, even Phainon's room. Nighttime was when it was the worst.

“Yeah, please… Come on in.” Phainon moved out of the way, letting Y/n go inside. “Bad dream?”

“Voices too.” Y/n sighed as he made his way to Phainon's bed. Phainon nodded and closed the door before climbing back into his bed.

“Stay here all night, Y/n, you’re always welcome.”

"Thank you, Phai."

Y/n smiled softly and crawled under the covers. He let out a soft sigh; he knew his company also helped Phainon sleep better at night. It was mutually beneficial.

Y/n closed his eyes to fall back asleep. What he didn’t expect was to get a vision instead. One so… inappropriate. At first, just sounds, and then sight.

Moaning. Groaning. Phainon teasing. Himself pleading.

Phainon was between Mydei and himself, the two making out over Phainon's shoulder. Phainon was holding onto Y/n, his head rolled back on Phainon's shoulders. All three of them were naked.

Y/ns eyes snapped open, and he sat up in bed. His heart was pounding. Could he really be seeing right?

“Please, I’m so close. I’ll please you, I promise. I’ll be a good boy.” Phainon pleaded desperately as he was pressed against them both. Y/n cooed at his pleas as Mydei tsked.

“Y/n?” He could hear Phainon's voice echo through the vision. Y/n gripped the sheets tightly.

“What do you think, Y/n? Do you think he earned it?”

His own smile. Phainon's lips on his own neck. Mydeis's hands tracing his own body.

Y/n.” Phainon's voice rang clearer, and he was pulled out. He was sure he had a look of panic and shock on his face.

In all his years, he never once had a wet dream. And it was safe to say he definitely never had a sexual vision either. He had no idea how to handle it. It wasn’t like he could tell Phainon. What would he say? Oh yeah, I’m good. I just had a vision of me and Mydei fucking you. No big deal.

"Is everything okay?" Phainon asked, gripping Y/ns shoulder.

"Y-yeah, sorry. It's nothing of importance, I just wasn't expecting it." Y/n responded with a sigh, rubbing his forehead. He didn't lie to Phainon, and he trusted that he wouldn't ask for further details. Phainon knew better than to ask since most of the time, Y/n couldn't tell him.

Phainon slowly noticed. It was obvious through his eyes that he noticed something was off. But as Y/n predicted, he didn't push. "Alright. Goodnight, Y/n".

"Goodnight, Phai."

Y/n turned to face away from Phainon, knowing he couldn't hide how flustered he was from his vision, as well as the fact that he was turned on. Plus, he still needed to understand what he saw. So he does start some kind of relationship with Phainon, but Mydei too? Phainon was pressed between the two of them, and Y/n and Mydei were making out. Which meant something was between them as well.

Y/n learned long ago when he should and shouldn't voice what he's seen. He would either be ignored or things would change from what he saw—and often for the worse. He understood enough about emotions to know they shouldn't be influenced. So he couldn't tell either of them. But it made him wonder, how would it all go down?

A year later, while Y/n was reading in bed, getting ready to sleep as he heard a knock at his door. "Coming!" he called out as he crawled out of bed and made his way to his door. He opened it, revealing a disheveled Phainon.

"Phai? What's wrong? Come in." Y/n quickly moved out of the way with a slight frown. He'd think it was a nightmare that's bothering him, if it wasn't for the fact that Phainon seemed almost—nervous to be there?

Phainon walked over to your bed and stopped just short of it before sitting on the ground. He hadn't changed out of his day clothes, and Y/n figured he didn't want to get the bed dirty. Y/n walked over and sat next to Phainon, who wasn't able to stay still.

"Phainon?"

"Just—give me a second." He mumbled.

"Okay..." Y/n responded in a slightly worried tone. Almost two minutes passed before Y/n spoke up again. "Okay, now I'm a little worr—"

Phainon cut Y/n off and pulled him into a kiss with both his hands on Y/ns cheeks. Y/n made a sound of surprise and gripped Phainon's wrists, before nervously returning the kiss. The second Y/n reciprocated it was like there was a shift in Phainon's body. He wasn't nervous anymore. He pulled Y/n closer to himself, deepening the kiss in doing so.

When they ran out of breath, Phainon let out a soft laugh, meeting Y/ns eyes.

"I knew it." Phainon teased, one of his hands still holding Y/ns face.

"Did you now?" Y/n responded, slightly amused.

"Well... It took me a while to figure it out. But yes." Phainon had his signature full, playful smile. "You sometimes blush when you look at me, you know. At first, I couldn't quite tell if you liked me or not. Especially because I noticed the same with Mydei. You can't handle touching him anymore. But no reaction to anyone else. It made me wonder..."

Y/n gazed away. He didn't quite know how to explain that it was both of them. He had a crush on both of them. No. He was in love with both of them. Men, just like himself.

"Ahhh, so it is both Mydei and myself, isn't it?" Phainon asked softly, his tone more serious.

“… Yes.” Y/n sighed, his eyes going back to Phainons, full of uncertainty.

Phainon nodded and soothingly rubbed Y/ns cheek. “That was another thought I had. And I did… think about it. Honestly, I don’t blame you. Mydeimos is quite handsome, isn’t he? Talented too.” He let out a nervous laugh again. “I’m not upset, actually. I don’t… blame you?”

Y/n let out a dry chuckle and pulled Phainon closer, connecting their foreheads together. “You are too Phainon. I’ve always thought so… Handsome, talented, strong, brave.”

Phainon smiled a little and hummed.

“I do like both of you, yes. I wasn’t sure what to do about it. Since it’s so… abnormal. Which is nothing new with me. I’ve come to terms with that. But this… this is different. This involves you two as well. It didn’t feel right to put that on either of you.”

“The only way to know is to try Y/n. I can’t find it in my heart to oppose. In fact, I find myself attracted to him as well. But that’s something we can figure out later. Right now… Y/n, will you allow me the honor of courting you?”

Y/n smiled and nodded, placing his hand over Phainon's that was still on his cheek. “Obviously, dummy.” Y/n leaned in and pressed their lips together. Neither of them could help but smile into it.

The two kept their relationship a secret for a while, though to those close to them it was quite obvious there was a change. They both discussed their feelings for Mydeimos, expressing that they were both okay with it. Even in the idea of him joining the relationship, if that’s what he wished for anyway. They planned on keeping an eye on him to see how he reacted around the other. And if it was right, to slowly approach him about it.

They got cut short after it slipped out that the two of them were indeed courting. Mydei had started distancing himself away from them, something both Phainon and Y/n quickly took notice of. Phainon couldn’t quite figure out if it was because he didn’t want to be a third wheel or if he was heartbroken.

He was quieter around them, more closed off. Y/n knew it had to be the latter. After all, he could see ahead in the future. He knew Mydei joined them, but he wasn’t sure who he may have had feelings for, if he weren’t for both of them. But after talking to Phainon, they both decided to talk with Mydei about what was going on—and if he wished it—to join their relationship.

Y/n had asked Mydei to come over for a bit after his sparing practice with Phainon. Nothing new, those two were always trying to get better and break their tie for once, but that was besides the point.

While Y/n usually had the curtains open so the room would be flooded with beautiful light, he had his curtains drawn in a bit. He was hoping maybe it would bring some security? That no one else could see inside. Not like that was possible anyway, but he just wanted to be sure. He knew it was a risk that Mydei could feel trapped, but he knew the Kremnoin felt safe enough with them.

“Y/n?” Phainon called out as he opened your room's door, not even knocking. “We’re back! Guess what, I came close to winning this time.”

“In your dreams, deliverer,” Mydei grumbled as he crossed his arms, following behind the blue-haired boy.

“Bartholos said differently, Phai. I ran into him earlier. From what he said, you were on your ass when he was watching.”

“Wh- no. That’s a lie! That little thief…” Phainon started to whine, then noticed the playful glint in Y/ns eyes. He was teasing him. He couldn’t help but blush a little at how easily he fell into his trap.

Y/ns attention then turned to Mydei. “I made extra food, join us? I’d appreciate it if you did.”

Mydei seemed a little hesitant. It took him a second before he slowly nodded in agreement, not saying anything. Phainon and Y/n got good at reading Mydeis' mannerisms. To others, they might seem stiff, angry, and maybe that’s because he’s a Kremnoin, or maybe because of his status. But they knew better. He was uncertain, troubled.

Y/n guided them to the table, a small round one which was just big enough to house the three of them. They waited a bit before bringing anything up, sticking to small talk and eating their respective meals. Y/n had extra pomegranate juice on hand for Mydei, knowing that the drink was a source of comfort for him.

“Still don’t consider Okhema home, Mydeimos?” Phainon asked, sipping on his drink.

“Why would I? This place hated us not long ago. Nowhere but Castrum Kremnos is home.” Mydei responded, slightly shifting in his seat.

“I don’t blame you there. Okhema only started feeling like home once I found a family in it. Before then… I actually hated it here. So bright and loud… People are nosy and love to gossip here. Though it’s fair to say Verax Leo contributes to that. Despite how poorly I was treated in my hometown, I wanted nothing more than to go back. It was my home. Then Lady Aglaea helped me find a purpose, and then I met you two.” Y/ns eyes stayed on Mydei as he spoke.

All three of them were aware that Y/n was also hinting at things in between the lines. He did that a lot. It was the easiest way for him to hint to something he had seen without ruining anything. Mydei didn’t respond, his eyes challenging Y/ns.

“Nothing will ever replace my hometown, and I will never allow it to. But… I did find a new home. In Phainon, and in you.”

Mydei cursed in his native tongue as his eyes finally dropped from Y/ns. He looked at Phainon for a few seconds, then back down. “Enough riddles, Y/n, if you have something to say, say it.”

His voice was tight, both Phainon and Y/n noticed. They exchanged looks, giving each other a silent confirmation.

“Let us be your home, Mydeimos. Let us be the place to rest your head when you’re tired. Let us bring you reasons to wake up in the morning. Let us… love you.” Phainon's words came out both desperate and nervous.

Y/n looked over at Phainon with a soft look in his eyes. He knew the man’s words were his feelings towards Mydei and himself. He found it both endearing and saddening. He turned his gaze back to Mydei, whose head shot up at the word love. Something… foreign to him. His mother loved him; he knew that. But that was different. His eyes narrowed as he looked between the two, as if they were playing a prank on him.

“I know, this is all, really strange. Bear with us, alright? This isn’t a trick. We do not mean to make a fool of you, Mydei. We’re serious.”

“I… Need time. To think about this.” Mydei responded, his voice shaky.

Y/n rubbed his temples, a small ache coming forward. He looked at Phainon and then Mydei. “We mean no rush, take your time. We will wait for you.”

Mydei slowly nodded and stood up. “I’ll be going now. Thank you for the meal.”

Both Phainon and Y/n stood up with him. “Let me walk you out,” Phainon called out softly, following after Mydei.

Just as they got to the door, they stopped. Phainon was saying something to Mydei, sometimes quite personal, he assumed. Mydei glared at him, then softened, then huffed. Phainon moved a little to stand in front of Mydei, still speaking. Mydei looked back at Y/n, keeping eye contact with him. Y/n seemed a little confused, but not bothered. He stood where he was, watching.

Mydei suddenly turned back around and shoved Phainon into the door before gripping his collar and pulling him into a deep kiss. Phainon yelped as Y/ns eyes widened. What the hell did Phainon say to Mydei? Though Y/n shouldn’t be surprised, Phainon knew exactly what buttons to push to get Mydei to react how he truly felt. Maybe that’s what he needed instead of coaxing.

Mydei eventually pulled away from the kiss, letting Phainon go, who looked a bit disheveled from the ordeal. Y/n couldn’t help but laugh under his breath. He always found it amusing how easy it was for Mydei to crack through Phainon's confidence and reveal the puppy underneath. Mydei made his way over to Y/n, his eyes searching for any discomfort. Y/n smiled at him, waiting for him where he stood.

Mydei leaned down and whispered in Y/ns ear, “He needs to be put on a leash.”

Y/ns smile grew as he reached out to run his fingers through Mydeis' hair along the base of his skull. “It’s more fun when he isn’t.”

Mydei made eye contact with Y/n, who tugged his head down for a kiss. It was unsure on the first kiss, but the second was stronger. Mydei reciprocated, grabbing Y/ns waist.

“Give me time, and I’ll be back,” Mydei whispered against Y/ns lips, who nodded in return.

“We’ll be waiting.”

It didn’t take long for Mydei to return and say yes to joining their relationship. It took a lot of communication and time for them to find a smooth and comfortable rhythm. When it came down to it, not much had changed between the three of them. In fact, they grew closer more than anything.

They eventually moved into a shared room since they usually spent their nights together. Mydei would cook for his lovers, both because he enjoyed it but also to make sure they were on a healthy and proper diet. Phainon was their sun, comforting and warm. Even when he was feeling down, he still felt like the glue that kept them together. Y/n stayed behind the scenes, making sure everything went smoothly. He supported his two lovers as well as he could without getting too involved in the flame chase journey.

That did include going to meetings that would be held at the Garden of Life. It was a more light-hearted gathering. It was important to Lady Aglaea and Lady Tribbie that everyone was on the same page. Since he was a Chrysos Heir, he was expected to join along as well. He usually sat back to let the Demi gods talk. He liked that they sometimes held it in the garden; he enjoyed the chimeras' company.

Y/n had a little beige chimera with wings sitting in his lap, taking a nap as he watched Lady Tribbie give a small lesson to Hyacine. He missed his classmate and was glad to see her around for a little while.

The chimera in his lap started to stir, making small, distressed sounds. When they woke up, they looked up at Y/n, scared. “What’s wrong, little one?” He gently asked, petting them. They made another distressed sound and started headbutting Y/ns tummy, catching the attention of Aglaea, who was sitting nearby.

“Y/n? Darling, is everything okay?” She called out, sitting up in her chair.

“I’m not sure, I think they just had a nightmare,” Y/n responded, his eyebrows furrowing.

Then the familiar feeling started washing over Y/n. Distant voices and screams, his vision slowly fading over. “Oh…” he murmured, as the chimera yipped. They must’ve sensed he was getting a vision.

The chimera ran off towards Aglaea, then to Trinnon, running between her legs. All the while making sounds indicating they were worried. He’s had visions before in front of the chimeras; this was nothing new. None of them were ever this distressed, though. And that was starting to make the others concerned.

Y/n became unresponsive, his eyes glossed over. He was sitting on the grass, half propped up.

“Leave this to Castorice and me,” Mydei growled out.

Black cloak. Bright light. The sky… was falling?

“Snowy! Over here!” Tribbie. “Go!” Mydei again.

Phainon was facing Mydei, who was fighting the black cloak. He looked pained, reluctant. Then he ran. Flashes of light. Screaming. Metal against metal. And a gasp.

A blade through Mydeis' back. Gold blood dripping down. Then he falls. Gold blood everywhere.

Y/n let out a horrified scream, sitting up fully. He covered his mouth with his hand, his eyes welling up. Mydei and Phainon immediately rushed over to Y/ns side.

“Y/n?” Hyacine called out, concerned. But it didn’t reach his ears. He was too far in.

Dead eyes. Motionless. Gone. He was dead. The immortal prince lifeless. Flashes of light again. Black coat in front of Phainon. Sun and moon against each other. The mask falls.

Y/n let out another horrified scream. This time, one of shock and horror. It was… Phainon? He was behind the black cloak? He killed Mydei? At that point, Y/n was starting to have a panic attack.

“Baby, can you hear me?” Phainon called out, cupping his face.

Y/n slowly started to come to. When his vision cleared and he saw who was in front of him, he flipped out. He smacked Phainon's hand away and quickly crawled back. Mydei tried to reach out to stabilize him, but he flinched away from that, too. The image of him dead on the floor was all he could see when he looked at Mydei. He was sobbing and could barely breathe.

“Don’t touch me.” He croaked out, backing away again when Hyacine tried to approach.

Y/n quickly got up, his legs shaky. He backed away from everyone in front of him, and when he felt sure they wouldn’t follow, he ran off. Phainon moved to run after him, but Aglaea put her hand up, stopping him.

“Let him go, Phainon. Whatever he saw, he needs time to come to terms with it. He isn’t ready to talk about it or be seen.” Aglaea said, turning to face him. Her tone became gentler. “I’m keeping an eye on him. He’s safe.”

Phainon looked like he had just been stabbed through the heart. He looked at Mydei, both of whom looked concerned. Even during Y/ns worst nightmares or visions, he always found comfort and security in their touch. Something was wrong.

Y/n didn’t know where he was going. He couldn’t go back to his room; that was too easy to be found by them. He couldn’t be around people either. He found himself tucked in a corner of the Hero’s bath. It was quiet and no one was there. He pulled his knees up to his chest and sobbed. What the hell did he see?

Mydei died; he was sure of that. He had no life in him, no soul. He witnessed his death, even though he was supposed to be immortal. Only he and Phainon knew Mydeis' weak spot, or the fact he even had one. And so… he was sure that was Phainon's face he saw behind the black cloak. It was indeed his lover. But… why?

He knew it was the same black cloak that destroyed Aedes Elysiae. So Phainon destroyed his own hometown? Killed his own family? His best friend? He didn’t understand what was happening. He couldn’t help but be afraid.

What a dark turn in fate. To be afraid of one lover—who's committed mass murder and will be your other lover's downfall—who he’s also afraid to be around because he can’t unsee him dead. He was scared. And all he wanted to do was run. He wiped his eyes, only to realize he wasn't crying tears. It was golden blood.

Phainon hesitated. It was indecent. He shouldn't. But then you looked back at him, a ravenous, lust-filled gaze that swallowed him whole. Drawing him in with each gyration of your hips on Mydei's lap, until he found himself right beside you.

“Go ahead. Touch her. I know you want to...she only bites sometimes.” Mydei smirks as you giggle, but your giggle turned into a moan when Mydei gave you a sharp thrust.

Phainon swallowed before extending his hand, fingertips running down your back and then around your waist, dragging up your stomach until he reached your breast, fondling it and relishing in the way you moaned and arched into his touch. He closed his eyes, savoring the way your nipple pebbled between his fingers. He was so gentle, so hesitant and reverent. How long had it been since he last touched a woman this way?

Mydei's hands circled your waist as Phainon's other hand began massaging your other breast, his earlier hesitation gone as his hands explored your chest freely. Massaging and pinching your nipples, caressing circles around your areolas.

There were so many hands touching you, each sending flutters of pleasure across your skin. You couldn't help but moan as you continued grinding your hips on Mydei, hands gripping either side of the throne. At the sound, Phainon exhaled a shaky breath, heartbeat racing and erection throbbing and aching in his pants. He needed to leave. He had to deal with this. Soon. But before he could let go of you, Mydei's hands moved to cup your ass, pulling you forward and spreading your cheeks as he looked up at the flushed hero’s face.

“I know you want her. Need her. Go ahead. It's a tight little thing. I'm sure she won't mind.”

Phainon's eyes grew wide but before he could protest you were drenching your fingers in your slick, and then coating it over your asshole, pumping two fingers in and moaning as you did. You had just taken Mydei there earlier, so it wasn't hard to reacquaint yourself.

You watched as Phainon's eyes remained fixed on your fingers moving in and out of you, relishing in the way his jaw clenched and he seemed to stop breathing. He wanted to look away, but the throbbing in his pants wouldn't let him, he palmed himself, trying to find some relief. But he knew after touching you, after seeing and hearing you, his hand would only leave him wanting more.

You watched the war waging between Phainon's body and mind. You wanted him. Wanted both men to take you. Your body was on fire with need. Your pussy was already throbbing and pulsing around Mydei's cock. But now, at the thought of having Phainon's in you too, your mouth began to water.

Phainon swallowed once again. It was indecent. He shouldn't do this. It shouldn't have even gone as far as it did. But still....Phainon's eyes drifted down to where your pussy was still swallowing Mydei's cock. Both of your juices dripping and making a mess of his lap. And then he looked up at you, locking eyes with your dilated ones. Face flushed and filled with need. “Please” was all you had to say, and Phainon was stuffing three fingers into your mouth. You sucked on them hungrily, swirling your tongue around each digit as you heard him unbuckling his pants. It was too bad Mydei didn't offer him your mouth instead, he thought.

You moaned around his fingers as Mydei began thrusting up into you. Making sure you hadn't forgotten about your task at hand. About who you served. Each thrust sent ripples of pleasure through your body and you met each one, dropping your hips down as he thrusted up. He was going so deep and you already felt so full already. You couldn't wait to see how full you would feel once you took Phainon too.

Mydei watched as Phainon removed his soaked fingers from your mouth, a trail of spit connecting them until he dropped his hand down to his throbbing cock, rubbing the wetness all over his shaft. While he did, Mydei grabbed your face and brought you in for a rough kiss. Tongue swirling in your mouth and claiming you. You were his before you were anybody else's and you moaned into his lips, hands traveling up his sculpted chest and into his hair. Losing yourself in the way his lips massaged yours as his cock massaged your walls. Each thrust of his hips making your pussy quiver.

Phainon glanced between you and Mydei making out and your asshole, perfectly on display for him. He pumped himself once, twice, three times before prodding at your puckered hole and slowly pushing in.

The reaction was immediate for you both. You moaned loudly into Mydei’s mouth, eyes springing open and locking with Mydei's as Phainon stretched you. He couldn't help the grunt that left his lips as his tip was sucked into your tight warmth.

He paused. Taking a deep breath and allowing you both to adjust to the initial penetration. Even Mydei softened his thrusts into your pussy, but he never stopped completely, smirking at the fucked out look you already wore. He drew you back in for another kiss, biting at your lower lip as his hand moved down from your cheeks to your throat, squeezing and keeping you in place. His lips were hungry against your own as Phainon slowly filled you. Your throat never left Mydei’s grasp, and his lips only grew more ravenous as his tongue licked and twirled around the walls of your mouth. 

Phainon couldn’t help but watch, he knew he shouldn’t want it, but he desperately wished to feel your lips on his, to prod his tongue into your mouth. His dick throbbed and he looked at where his tip was sheathed inside you, watched as Mydei’s thick cock rolled in and out of your pussy and the creamy white ring around his base, a stark contrast to the red markings that adorned it. When he looked back up, he saw Mydei had one eye cracked open, looking at him and smirking as his lips continued to move against yours. He'd let Phainon have your ass. He'd already taken it once today. But your lips? Your lips were for him and him alone.

Phainon looked away, face reddening, until you pushed down, forcing more of his length into you, causing everyone to moan. He put his hands on your hips, steadying you. He needed to go slow. For his own sake more so than yours.

He gathered the spit in his mouth and then let it drop right where his cock met your ass, pushing in further before easing out a bit and then spitting again. He repeated this until you had both Mydei and himself buried in you completely.

"It almost seems like you've done this before, deliverer" Mydei remarked, smirking. Phainon looked at him, jaw flexing, before focusing his attention back on where you were both connected.

Mydei let out a shaky breath. Every push of Phainon's cock into you was simultaneously increasing the pressure of your pussy around his own cock. Squeezing him, forcing your pussy to mold to every vein of his length. He couldn't help the way his dick twitched, causing his grip on your thighs to tighten. He wouldn't let himself cum so soon, at least not before the hero did.

Mydei shifted his gaze from your fucked out face to Phainon, smirking at the way he struggled to keep himself composed. It would seem Phainon was also struggling with the way your tight warmth enveloped them both.

You felt so full. Both of their cocks stretched you out in the most delicious way. Each push of Phainon's cock deeper into you had you moaning, and each thrust Mydei gave you between Phainon filling you felt better than the last. Their cocks squeezed inside of you and caused a friction the likes of which you'd never felt before. You had already cum twice on Mydei's cock, and you could feel your third orgasm close by.

You began to move. Up and down at a slight angle, trying to satisfy both of them while you yourself felt on the brink of exploding. Each movement was euphoric. Their thick cocks sliding against your walls, stretching you in different ways, and the pleasure from being between both men had you gasping for breath. It was almost too much when Mydei's hand found your clit and Phainon's found your breasts again. Each of them caressing and pinching and circling you as you rode them harder, chasing your own high.

Everyone's breathing had picked up, an amalgamation of pants and gasps and grunts and groans. Unable to tell who's who. Phainon couldn't hold back anymore, gripping your tits as he started meeting each buck of your hips with his own, thrusting into you and groaning with each one while Mydei gripped your hips and fucked up into your dripping cunt. Between the two men you could barely move now. Forced to stay in place as they fucked their cocks into you over and over, building you up with each mean thrust and groan.

Your moans grew more desperate. It was too much having to take every inch they were slamming into you and your nails dug into Mydei as the pleasure coursed through your every nerve, unable to move and forced to feel everything, gasping and moaning incoherently as you felt your core tighten, so close to cumming.

Their hands squeezed your body as you squeezed their cocks. Hot breath falling on your shoulders from both men panting from exertion. They could feel the way your body tightened around them, could both feel how close you were; the sensations pushing both warriors to the brink of orgasm as they fought it back, thrusts becoming harder, Mydei's thumb rubbing sloppy circles on your clit, and Phainon's fingers rolling and pinching your nipples; both men working to push you to your orgasm first.

Pleasure crackled like static in the air around you at their ministrations. It was overwhelming. All you could do was moan and leave marks in Mydei's flesh as both warriors pushed you higher and higher, until the pleasure finally sparked, igniting your every nerve as you screamed out and shattered around them.

Your orgasm wracked through your entire body, mind going completely blank as they both fucked you through it. Hips perfectly in sync as your pussy milked Mydei's cock and your ass quivered around Phainon’s. Both men were sweating and grunting, each giving a final rough thrust into you as they both came, a creamy mess of everyone's release dripping from you.

Phainon closed his eyes as he caught his breath, and then slowly pulled out of you, gently guiding your body to rest against Mydei, whose cock was still inside of you.

"Well deliverer, did you get what you came for?"

Phainon cleared his throat, re-buckling his pants as the redness on his cheeks deepened. "No....but perhaps now is not the time. I'll return at a later date." He turned to leave.

"There's no guarantee I'll be so generous next time."

Phainon stopped. "I wouldn't....expect this kind of generosity again....but tell her I said, erm, thank you."

Mydei smiled, sharp teeth on display. "I wasn't talking about fucking my woman. But alas, we'll see what the future holds."

you hum in thought, looking off to the side. to you, birthdays came and went—nothing too special, just a cupcake and a candle was enough. but ever since you joined the astral express, march 7th made it her life’s mission to go all out when celebrating your birthday.

“how about we head to aedes elysiae?” you propose.

phainon immediately shoots up at your words, face lighting up with glee. “if we head out now, we can make it by early action hour!”

mydei sighs, propping himself up with an arm. the sheets slip from his body, revealing his well-sculpted torso. “very well. though, let’s try to make it back before curtain fall hour. we do have our own gifts to give you, after all.” he murmurs, sending a look phainon’s way. the white-haired man stands from the bed with a pout, crossing his arms over his chest.

“right, of course. well, let’s get ready to go then.” phainon extends a hand towards you. you take it without a second thought, allowing him to escort you to the private baths within your shared home. mydei isn’t far behind.

after washing off and dressing for the day, the three of you hit the road towards aedes elysiae. phainon is as animated as ever, happily speaking of his hometown. you’ve visited aedes elysiae, of course. but ever since the defeat of the irontomb, all of amphoreus seemed to be restored inside ‘as i’ve written.’ even nightfall had returned back to okhema—without the threat of the black tide. it took everyone some getting used to. after all, night meant that they would be susceptible to attack. in a world without strife and constant combat, everything fell into place. however, even with the restoration of amphoreus, the people did not forget everything that happened. you know each of the chrysos heirs carried their own guilt, regrets, weights—even if that didn’t matter now, the scars of 33 million cycles would forever leave their mark.

eventually, the formal structures of the holy golden city give way to fields of reeds and sparse buildings. spurred on by the approach of his home, phainon takes you and mydei’s hands to bring you both into the sacrament courtyard.

the people in the village happily greet the three of you. phainon pauses here and there to speak with a few familiar faces and eventually, he brings the both of you to a flower stall. after trading a few coins with the vendor, phainon holds out a bundle of flowers to you—blue forget-me-nots, bright red pomegranate flowers, and a few reeds.

“for you, dawnlight,” phainon smiles, “and mainly because i was going to try and make you a flower crown… but i’ll admit, you make them better than me.” he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly as you take the bundle.

you chuckle at his words, cradling the plants close to your chest, taking care not to crush them. “thank you phai, let’s find somewhere to sit and i can make them for us, hm?” you turn to find somewhere to sit, but find that mydei is missing. a finger gently taps your shoulder, then, you see mydei behind you, a few pomegranates tucked against his arm and chest.

“i’ll peel these for us.” he nods, motioning for you to lead the way.

the three of you find a large tree to sit beneath, courtesy of phainon. you settle against the base of the tree, the bark cool against your skin, taking a moment to savor the shade. carefully, you undo the small twines around the flowers and reeds. your fingers begin to expertly weave the stems together. mydei sits on a nearby root and carefully splits a pomegranate open—staining the metal of his gauntlets a light shade of red.

phainon sits in front of you, hands atop his thighs as he watches you eagerly. you lower the half-woven flower crown with a soft chuckle. “here,” you hand him a few reeds and flowers. “i’ll teach you how to make them. so, you take the stems and…” you instruct phainon on how to weave the stems together, pausing every now and then to check on phainon’s progress.

a comfortable silence falls between the three of you, a gentle breeze rustling the fields of reeds and the leaves above. you glance up from your work, smiling fondly at the sight of phainon’s apt focus on the half-woven crown between his fingers. the tip of his tongue peeks from the corner of his mouth—and your heart melts. mydei gently calls your name, holding up a few seeds in his palm. you move to take some, but mydei pinches a few seeds between his fingers and guides them to your mouth. you blink in surprise—but quietly allow the prince to feed you.

phainon excitedly calls your name, holding up the flower crown in his hands. you look over to him with a fond smile, nodding in approval and lowering your body so phainon can place the crown on your head. carefully, you adjust the plants, looking between mydei and phainon. “how does it look?” you question.

if you could take a picture of this moment and frame it—you would do it in a heartbeat. phainon’s cyan eyes melt at the sight of you, his hand reaching up to adjust the flowers properly. beside him, mydei stills with another half-peeled pomegranate in his hand. his golden eyes scan over you—and he can’t stop himself from staring at your face.

“you look…” phainon trails off, suddenly finding himself at a loss of words.

“ethereal.” mydei finishes for him.

warmth rushes to your cheeks and you smile sheepishly. “you two would look way better.” you move to gently set the crowns on their heads, brushing away any hair that gets in the way. “there.” you declare, sitting back down.

mydei, the prince of castrum kremnos, sitting beside phainon, the deliverer of okhema, both crowned in blue, red, and reed blossoms. deciding this is too good an opportunity to pass, you fish out your phone and motion them close. carefully angling the device with the camera pointing at the three of you, you snap a few photos—mydei on your left and phainon on your right.

“is there anything else you wanted to do today?” mydei asks, peering at the photos over your shoulder.

phainon mirrors mydei’s actions, pointing and cooing at the few photos he enjoys.

you pause in thought, eventually shaking your head. “no, nothing in particular comes to mind. i’m enjoying myself regardless, though.” you tuck your phone away after sending the photos to their teleslates, taking to enjoying the moment with your two lovers. phainon leans back and drapes an arm over your shoulder, his hand resting idly on mydei’s bicep. mydei continues to peel the pomegranates for the three of you to share, occasionally feeding you and handing some seeds to phainon.

you and phainon engage in light conversation, with mydei listening and butting in every now and then. eventually, when mydei and phainon begin to bicker—over chimeras, you rest your head against phainon’s shoulder. a gentle breeze caresses your skin, lulling your eyes shut. a faint smile remains on your lips.

you’re right where you want to be…