Your cliché rivals to lovers story. But it gets more confusing as they start realizing their complex feelings for each other. Once they start denying, an accidental kiss leaves them lost and stumped. Are they in love? Or simply in a phase? Please ask before taking inspiration from my story! Smut requests are accepted, although you'll have to wait. Started: Tuesday, 7/10/2025, 7:55 A.M. Ended: ??, ??/??/????, ??:?? ?.?.

Phainon's big night at the funfair spins wildly out of control when Mydei's motion sickness, a mischievous claw machine, and a runaway Tilt‐A‐Whirl turn their sweet date into a carnival of chaos. Can sparks really fly under the glittering fireworks and sticky candyfloss? Buckle up for a whirlwind of laughter, nerves, and tender moments under the carnival lights.

Mydei is a guy who constantly gets into fights. One day, he comes to school with a bad bruise on his face. His friend Phainon gets worried for him and at the end of the day invites him over to his house to play video games. This is my late Heartwarming Phaidei fic. Enjoy (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ ⚠︎CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINE ⚠︎NO SMUT ⚠︎FAMILY ISSUES ⚠︎VIOLENCE ⚠︎BL PS: Cover image by me (๑°◡°๑)

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · · ⟢ "you're in my head more often than i want, more often than i want to tell you" ⟢ mydeimos may be the crown prince of their job's employee-of-the-month board, but phainon is the crown prince of fucking pining so hard he's lost sleep. so really, who's winning? in which they are museum guides, phainon is pathetic, and mydei is enamored with it. crossposted to ao3 under the same username! · · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

The crown prince of Kremnos, 'Mydeimos,' and also the warrior of Okhema, promised his old rival, now a friend, to meet him in the next life. What will happen in the next life? [Mydei x Phainon]

„ᴛᴡᴏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ᴏɴᴇ ʀᴜɴᴡᴀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇʟʏ" ʀʜᴀᴘꜱᴏᴅʏ ᴏɴ ʀᴜɴᴡᴀʏꜱ | ᴘʜᴀɪᴅᴇɪ | ʜᴏɴᴋᴀɪ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ʀᴀɪʟ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴀᴜ ♡ PHAINON X MYDEI

Kremnos, swallowed by mist! City riven between chaos and war! The blood of patricide flows through its royal line, and its god bears the title of calamity. The undying Mydeimos, the lion apart from the rest. O Chrysos Heir that seeks the Coreflame of Strife, you must suffer a thousand deaths, be bathed in blood on the path home, and bear the madness of fate alone, for one was must slay a god to become one. Iron-hooves pound across the wilderness for the campaign, and must eventually soak in the blood of their homeland.