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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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    03 May 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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    02 May 2026

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    For a little while, things were quiet again. Phainon was just getting back into the data sets.
    And then Mydei spoke.
    “Hey.”
    Phainon hummed absently, still typing.
    “Want me to give you a facial?”
    Phainon’s hands froze on the keyboard. Slowly, very slowly, he turned his head.
    “What.”

    Phainon’s midterms are slowly killing him. Sleep is scarce, his workload is worse, and his only constant is Mydei, who has a talent for offering the most suspicious things at the worst possible time.

    As it turns out, Mydei just meant skincare. Phainon, having harbored feelings for Mydei for months now, is immensely disappointed about that.

    But he isn’t disappointed for long.

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    24 Mar 2026

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    Mydei is a CEO who is faceless. He’s grateful, because this way he’s able to visit places without eyes all over him. And his favorite place to visit is The Grand Chrysos Cafe. Not just for the amazing sweets and drinks, but the owner who is just as sweet.

    Phainons cafe is popular enough that there’s always new faces, with regulars coming and going. But there's one person who for the past year has dropped by his cafe at least twice a week. Phainon couldn’t help but notice anyway, since the man is so strikingly handsome. He pays close attention to the blond, always acting just a little sweeter to him, handing his orders over himself.

    But this month of Joy, he makes it his goal to get an actual date with the man.

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    Something in him—maybe some sort of last-ditch effort of self-preservating instinct—tingles at the base of his skull. A preview of the forum app icon stares up at him from beside the string of the link, its marshmallow-y thumb stuck up with a grin.

    Shaking off his last shred of reluctance, Mydei taps it. A white screen buffers, and then the horror begins to unfold.

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    u/throwaway_101010 · 2 wks ago
    My [28Mβ] long-term partner [27Mα] refuses to spend his rut together because of knotting. Is his concern justified?

    After Mydei receives some unexpected news, Phainon goes looking for advice in equally unexpected places.

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