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In a low tone, Nikador spoke, “And just what exactly are you doing here upon Kephale’s altar?”
Phainon's pale lashes fluttered, catching the light with grace. It was truly remarkable how such an innocent face could conceal the deepest desires of men within. Had it not been for all this coquettish meandering, presenting himself as part of a fertility ritual to the gods, he might have seemed entirely angelic.
“Why, performing my nightly prayers, as every faithful servant should.”
Amidst the eternal hunt against his sworn rival, Nikador stumbles upon a unique offering to the gods and rightfully stakes his claim.
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14 Apr 2026
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"I've been scenting you for months. If anyone had been opposed to it then they would have already voiced it by now.”
Phainon gaped as he looked at the kremnoan, his skin turning a delicious, ripe red colour all the way down to his shoulders. “That's certainly not appropriate behaviour for a prince.”
Mydei snorted at the comment, kissing the freshly bitten mark on the white-haired man's skin.
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14 Apr 2026
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It starts with a simple kiss – a press of lips after they've retreated to bed for the night. Though one kiss soon turns to two, and then three, and Mydeimos doesn't care to count any further from then.
His hands come to cradle Phainon by the neck, tilt his chin up so he may lick into his mouth with ease; Phainon reciprocates, tiredness seeping away.
aka their first time in The Page
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- Part 3 of Deliverance
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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
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12 Apr 2026
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There’s no long-awaited savior waiting for him up ahead, no great hero of his heart to take the mantle from his scarred and burnt hands to march for a final tomorrow with him in kind. It’d already settled in—the grave realization of it all. Amphoreus is hopeless.
And in this place, Khaslana is as hopeless as his fragile, wholeheartedly cherished world.
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07 Apr 2026