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“…Pull yourself together,” Mydei muttered, hands on Phainon’s shoulders, trying to gently, pry the other Alpha off.
Phainon whined. His grip tightened as he nuzzled further in to his chest, letting out another whine like this was exactly where he wanted to be.
And Mydei?
Mydei panicked.
Red crystals were growing around the arena, and around them. He should probably get them under control, but—
By Nikador’s name—
What had he done.
Or where Alpha Mydei accidentally marks Phainon during a spar.
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- Part 1 of Instincts or just Yearning...
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17 May 2026
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Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
11 May 2026
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"If it was nothing, you shouldn't have a problem repeating it," Mydei says, unmoving, but Phainon knows if his palms weren't oiled and powdery, he'd be folding his arms over his chest. Instead, they hang, claw-like, in front of him. It'd be funny if Phainon had the upper hand. "Look me in the eye..."
Instead—in an obviously Pavlovian response—Phainon does.
"…And ask. One more time."
The song plummets into the bridge, petering out between them. Phainon inhales deeply, catalogues his crowded, eclectic dining/living room, at everything and everywhere except Mydei until he absolutely has to.
"Right…um. So. Mydei…" he nods, smiles, even, despite the dread. No point in backing down now.
"Do you want to make a sex tape?"
Phainon has a proposition. His feelings for Mydei are (definitely) not part of it.
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- Part 14 of atlas, my lover
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16 May 2026
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Phainon wakes bathed in sweat and with a raging hard-on and breathes out through his nose, settling his hands on his burning face, knowing exactly what it means. Swallowing around a mouthful of saliva, he rolls onto his front, blindly grabbing the teleslate that’s lying on his night stand.
He’s opened Mydei’s chat before he’s even blinked the sleep from his eyes.
All in all, not much had changed between the two – they were busy keeping Okhema safe, and the situation with Nikador was getting more dire by the day. New were fleeting touches here and there, kisses stolen when no one’s looking, sparring sessions becoming a bit more heated, sometimes ending with them rutting against each other, or Mydei leaning closer to him by the fireplace after battle. It was nice, something Phainon had gladly gotten used to.
They did not address the dromas in the room – well, until biology would force them to.
aka Phainon's rut, the fic (uh, anyone hear that ominous bell tolling?)
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- Part 2 of Alpha/Alpha AU
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06 May 2026
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Set after Khaslana strikes Nanook, and before 3.6. An Aeon and their
The voice that comes is slow and unhurried, echoing through the space with an otherworldly resonance. “You are exactly as I intended you to be.” Nanook speaks with deep, infuriating satisfaction, the slightest hint of emotion in the eternally indifferent gaze. “Every inch of you was molded for me. Every drop of your power bestowed by my golden blood.”
*Not the quote I wanted to use, but to avoid 3.6 spoilers...
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- Part 19 of NanookPhai+ Collection
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12 Apr 2026
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“Mydei! There you are.”
His eyes flutter, no longer half-lidded, staring at the source of that familiar voice. “Deliverer.”
Phainon nods, not the slightest bit put off by his gruff greeting, casually petting Kokopo’s side.
Mydei inhales deeply, trying to push the haze back, suppressing a growl when Phainon’s scent fills his nose instead. It’s distinct against the whirl of grey all around, sharp and warm – sweet oranges and heady bergamot, flares of ozone and a pang of seasalt. Locating him anywhere was as simple as following that golden trail he left behind no matter where he went.
He swallows, hard. His throat bobs. His teeth ache. He steels his jaw, curls his brass claw into his own arm to distract himself from the heat flaring up in his stomach.
“What do you want?” Mydei asks, voice rougher than usual.
Mydeimos plans on dealing with his rut as he always has: by ignoring it. Phainon's infuriatingly alluring scent throws a wrench in those plans, and Mydeimos finds himself struggling to resist his instincts more than ever.
aka mydei's rut, the fic
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- Part 1 of Alpha/Alpha AU
Bookmarked by JVL13
07 Apr 2026