⋆✮ in the spotlight
☀️🍷 #phaidei fic | idol phainon x rockstar mydei | childhood friends | lovers to exes to lovers again
✧ chapter 3 — make me a promise, tell me you’ll stay
“Do you always ask out the people you’re partnered with?”
“Only the ones I like”
🎸: archiveofourown.org/works/666982...
#phaidei 🎤🎸
Phainon meets his new songwriter...
Khaslana, The Nameless Hero. Bearer of 402,604,032 coreflames.
He who was made to hate, and yet burned himself up in the flames of love to bring destruction's end.
How can one who had never loved himself love this world? But oh he had. Till the very end as the sun burned on.
[☀️🍷 | #phaidei] Broken Hero
"There's still tenderness in your eyes"
"I... have to remember how this feels"
- Eternal Recurrence 108,642 -
Do you still remember him, Khaslana, the one who won't reach the dawn?
//hsr 3.4 quest
But there's still tenderness in your eyes,
How pathetic.
#Phaidei
An AO3 fic summary for "dawn breaks at your feet" by Aewin. Phainon/Mydei, 5.1k words, explicit. Tags: Festivals, Dancing, Rivals With Benefits, Jealousy, Pining, Body Worship, Misunderstandings, Love Confessions, Kissing, Anal Sex, Breeding Kink, Riding, Tickling, Top Phainon/Bottom Mydei Summary: The other dancers dampen their feet and move swiftly over the coals, making only single advances on Mydei that imitate attacks before they dart back out of the fire. But Mydei remains steadfastly in place, shifting his feet in time with the weapon drills his movements imitate. A step forward, the thrust of an imaginary spear; a step back, the shimmy of his upper body, the twist of a shoulder as if dodging an arrow. Phainon sees these movements every day; feels them, even, put to good use against him in their duels. He knows them intimately already, and they somehow feel more charged here than ever before. But there are others touching Mydei in his stead tonight. Little things: The respectful brush of a hand over his shoulder as a dancer slips by. A gentle tilting of his chin to offer a sip of honeybrew, and the swipe of a hand to catch what spills. The brush of thigh against thigh as someone lunges toward him as if thrusting with a sword. Phainon inhales sharply at that one, something ugly and possessive burning inside of him.
In which Mydei is gorgeous, Phainon is jealous, and misunderstandings are corrected.
My gift to the #Phainon + #Phaidei communities for his launch, as well as to the man himself. Good luck to all who are pulling!
#Phainon / #Mydei | 5.1k | explicit
archiveofourown.org/works/67083310
#aewinwrites
˙⋆✮ in the spotlight
☀️🍷 #phaidei fic | idol phainon x rockstar mydei | childhood friends | exes to lovers
✧ chapter 2 — eyes on me (just keep watching)
It’s not like Phainon misses Mydei. But that’s a little hard to deny with Mydei’s body pressed up against his own during a photoshoot.
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An AO3 fic summary for "Euphoria" by Aewin. #Phainon 🔃 #Mydei, 21.7k words, explicit. Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Gender Transition, Trans Phainon, Developing Relationship, Moving In Together, Long-Term Relationship, Intimacy, Haircuts, Facial Shaving, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch Mydei/Phainon, First Kiss, Masturbation, Dry Humping, Teasing, Blow Jobs, Face-Fucking, Wet & Messy, Frottage, Praise Kink, Come Eating, Wet Dream, First Time, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Light BDSM, Gags, Shibari, Analingus, Pegging, Minor Dan Heng/Trailblazer Summary: The first week of college is a lot for anyone, but for a country boy from out in the sticks it's especially overwhelming to fall head over heels for a hot guy and realize that you're a guy, all in one day. Life moves on past that first week, though—and Mydei remains at Phainon's side. It wouldn't be unfair to say that Phainon found himself when he found Mydei.
At some point in their lives, many trans people ask themselves: "Do I want to fuck them, or do I want to be them?"
For Phainon, mouth going dry as he ogles the hot guy working the pride booth, the answer is both.
#Phaidei 🔃 #Myphai | 22k | explicit
archiveofourown.org/works/66947875
#aewinwrites
//very much written immediately after watching the 3.4 livestream and with cure and wiege on loop, apologies if there are any typos I blame the tears blurring my vision 😔👍
˙⋆✮ dream with me in these fields of gold, will you?
☀️🍷 #phaidei fic | M
✧ act II — a deliverer’s hope (Phainon’s POV)
In the golden fields of Aedes Elysiae, Phainon dreams of love, of life, for the millionth time.
“It’s a date, Mydeimos. Don’t you dare forget!”
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A little tipsy
#phaidei
#phaidei I love Phainon yearning !!! have a very happy poem :3 (I never lie) ☀️🍷‼️
omg this fic!!! ❤️🔥 let’s go aewin~ (also 💪💪💪)
Phainon’s hair grows fast, and it’s just long enough to gather the ends into a short ponytail and keep them out of his face while working out, but not quite long enough to stay there without subjecting him to a headache from being pulled back. He complains to Mydei about it while putting up his hair for the fiftieth time at the gym. “I could try,” says Mydei, passing him a water bottle. “If you trust me. Used to fix up the neighborhood kids when they put gum in each others’ hair.” After the past few months, he trusts Mydei more than anyone else alive. He doesn’t say that, of course, not directly, but he does agree—which is how he finds himself over at Mydei’s apartment for the first time, bringing up the picture on his phone as they crowd into Mydei’s bathroom in front of the mirror. “Hmm,” says Mydei. “What is that supposed to mean?” “It means hmm. I can do that if you really want it, but I want to try something else first. It’s longer, but it’ll keep the sweat off your neck and it won’t require as much maintenance. If you don’t like it, I’ll switch over to the cut you asked for.”
“...sure.” Now he’s curious. Is this one of those instances where he simply can’t see what might look best? One of his debate teachers had threatened to bar him from events if he didn’t smarten up his attire, which is why he’s now spending most of his time outside of the gym in button-ups. He can’t deny he likes the way he looks in them though, especially now that his shoulders are beginning to broaden. And he definitely likes how he sometimes catches Mydei staring, on the few occasions they hang out while not at the gym. Today was a gym day though, so he’s wearing a simple navy t-shirt that breathes easy, hides the shadows of his curves, and covers the thick straps of his compression bra. He closes his eyes as Mydei works, breathing in the scent of some sort of body wash or shampoo that lingers from Mydei’s shower this morning. Vanilla, maybe? Something warm at least, like the man himself. The careful drag of a comb through his hair is followed by gentle pulls and the schk schk schk of scissors shearing away the excess. Cold steel rests against his nape, and silky locks fall and tickle just beneath the neck of his shirt. Mydei’s fingers dip beneath his shirt and leave goosebumps in their wake as they tease the stray hair loose, and Phainon’s breath hitches, his toes curling.
“Sorry,” says Mydei, half a whisper. “I shouldn’t have—” “—‘sfine,” he chokes out. “I don’t mind if you touch me.” Mydei visibly swallows in the mirror, and Phainon clamps his mouth and eyes shut, praying his brain will shut off too before he can fully think through the implications of what he just said. “...I’m almost done anyways. Just a little more up top.” Phainon nods, and Mydei goes back to work, the gentle snips of the scissors lulling him into meditative complacency. There’s a quiet noise as Mydei sets the scissors on the sink, and then Mydei’s fingers sink into his hair and fluff it up at the roots, followed by a gentle downward drag against the scalp. “Soft,” says Mydei, something dangerously affectionate underlying the word. Phainon’s mouth goes dry, his lips parting as he leans into Mydei’s touch. And Mydei— Mydei keeps running his fingers through Phainon’s hair, long after it would serve any practical purpose.
Phainon risks a glance at the mirror. The haircut is everything Mydei said it would be: masculine despite the additional length, messy and easy to maintain. But the hair ceases to be the point of this visit the instance he catches sight of the fond expression on Mydei’s face. Oh, that look does so much more for him than a haircut ever could. By Mnestia, this is happening. “I love it,” he says. I think I love you, he does not say. “Mm.” It’s a quiet, pleased noise, made just before Mydei pulls the hair back from his left side and leans down to press his lips against Phainon’s sensitive neck. Phainon gasps and goes cross-eyed, strangling the seat of the chair like it tried to steal his lunch money. Heat blooms like a burst of sunlight across his entire body, radiating from Mydei’s lips and down, down to where he’s fucking dripping into his boxers at the barest sign of affection, the heat and bloodrush making his entire cunt feel swollen. “Irresistible,” says Mydei, lips against his neck, and kisses him again.
A little bit of #phaidei / #myphai on this fine #wipwednesday!
College AU, trans Phainon, and more importantly, trans *joy* 🏳️⚧️ This is their 'in a happier world.'
(This is also the fic that was supposed to be a single smut scene that turned into a 13k+ 4-year relationship and transition arc.)
🎸: archiveofourown.org/works/666982...
˙⋆✮ in the spotlight
☀️🍷 #phaidei fic | idol phainon x rockstar mydei
E | childhood friends | exes to lovers
✧ chapter 1 — the story of us
Where Okhema’s most popular idol falls hopelessly in love with his childhood friend, they part, and then start all over again.
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#phaidei ☀️🍷
wuxia au #phaidei - snippets of their story
#phaidei #myphai
Another kiss video cuz why not
ANIMATIONS MADE BY KITSUBEE (me), RENDERED WITH BLENDER.
DRAWINGS BELONG TO THEIR ORIGINAL CREATORS!
Assets belong to Hoyoverse/
Mken.
Props: Dylan Heyes
Audio - Charlotte Dowsson - Palm Of Your Hands
Day 9 - Back of Hand Kiss
Devotion
(He can be such a Rizzler)
#Pridekisses2025
#phaidei 🔄 #myphai
Day 6 - Giggly Kiss
Amusement Park date went a little unexpectedly 🌦
#pridekisses2025
#phaidei 🔄 #myphai
how about phaidei bath scene in 3.4, what then
#phainon #mydei
wip, full on ptrn
An AO3 fic summary for "a scent so familiar" by Aewin. Mydei/Phainon, 1.7k words, explicit. Tags: Established Relationship, Introspection, Loneliness, Masturbation, Sexual Fantasy, Scent Kink, Switch/Versatile Mydei/Phainon, Allusions to Stalker Phainon Summary: Mydei pulls Phainon's cloak aside, exposing his cock and spreading his legs, then draws his foreskin back, giving himself a few lazy strokes until he’s fully hard again. His mind drifts to a memory of Phainon on his knees between his legs, that sinfully hot tongue licking over him, and he inhales sharply. Yeah. Yeah, that’ll do it. He thumbs over the bead of liquid at his tip, smearing it down his length, then thinks better of it. Phainon’s mouth wouldn’t provide just a paltry drip of wetness, he’d— Mydei licks the palm of his hand, wet and hot, and second-guesses himself again. Phainon’s a freak, would probably choke and drool and cry on his cock until they were both a fucking wreck of fluids. Heat curls in his gut, prompting a groan, and he spits on his hand.
Presenting: a short #myphaidei treat featuring Mydei's sexual fantasies and lonely masturbation in Castrum Kremnos.
And what's this? A strange surveillance device? Surely that won't be relevant in a future fic. 😉
#Mydei 🔃 #Phainon | 1.7k | explicit
archiveofourown.org/works/66193924
#aewinwrites
“Mydei?”
“Let’s just stay here a little longer.”
“…Alright.”
🌾 archiveofourown.org/works/66158524
dream with me in these fields of gold, will you?
☀️🍷 #phaidei fic
❀ Rated M | 5.2k
A final dance is had amidst Dawncloud’s ruins, and in the song of battle against the Flame Reaver does Mydei find dreams of golden fields woven anew.
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From your lips he drew the Hallelujah... #phaidei
[ honkai star rail | phaidei ] “You’re my whole world! 💕” #honkaistarrail #phaidei #phainon #mydeimos
☀️🍷 #phaidei #honkaistarrail
