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The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System by tinyteacups
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
07 Mar 2026
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Katsuki didn’t expect to die in the midst of bashing the worst shounen manga on the markets to date. Much less did he expect to be transported into said manga. As the scum villain.
Now to avoid being skinned alive and pounded to a pulp by the main character, he has to figure out a way to kiss up and get on his good side by the end of the series.
No one told him doing so would turn said protagonist gay—but hey, no homo if it’s to save your skin, right?
Right?
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Katsuki gets transported into a novel, gains a harem and woos an antihero.
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Phainon's Little Secret by PrincessPhainon (1864_9158)
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
25 Jul 2025
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Phainon has a little secret. Mydei finds out. They both enjoy it, a lot.
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- Part 9 of Honkai: Star Rail - Phainon
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Phainon's heart lurches. Whoever they are, they are his only hope. He staggers towards the light, dread clawing at his throat. "Please," he calls out, voice hoarse, barely audible over the pounding in his ears. "Help me, please. I need to hide. I-I can't be seen here."
The figure freezes, their silhouette sharp against the light. Long hair cascades over their shoulders, and Phainon's drug-addled mind briefly registers an outline of a dress before a calloused hand grabs his throbbing arm, bodily yanking him into the warmth.
The door slams shut behind them.
Or; Phainon gets hit by a rut-inducing drug. Mydei offers to fuck it out of him.
Written for myphaiweek2025 (#Modern AU).
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- Part 2 of Aren't you happy now?
- Part 6 of Are you happy now?
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i need someone like you to lighten the load by slowklancing (notanannoyingfangirl), sunnyjolras
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
19 Feb 2025
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Another scrap of parchment shot out of the cup, a fourth scrap of parchment, which made no sense at all, and the Headmaster grabbed it from the air, unrolling it and reading it quietly.
The entirety of the Great Hall remained silent. It was as quiet as a tomb.
“Lance Álvarez?” The Headmaster whispered, and then again, louder. “Lance Álvarez.”
Wait, what?
// Lance and Keith have always been battling it out: on the Quidditch field, in the duelling club, for the best marks in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Keith always manages to come out in the lead.
Now, the Triwizard Tournament has been announced and Lance knows that Keith is going to beat him for the only open spot, even if he pretends that he thinks otherwise. But it doesn’t quite go the way that Lance expects, and everything changes from there.
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“I have long struggled with this. There is no other choice for us. We must away to Scotland.”
Her eyes widened, “My lord!”
“It is the only way. I can't stay away from you. I can't keep fighting this. Can you?”
After the failed wedding Kate and Anthony decide to elope. As they journey to Scotland they grapple with the ramifications that come from choosing to follow your heart no matter what chaos you leave in your wake.
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A frightening situation draws out a long-awaited confession from the stubborn Phainon.
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King Consort by That_One_Neuvichili_Author
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
25 Jan 2026
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“Well fought… You may crown yourself… in my blood.”
Phainon cannot tear his eyes off Mydei. Even defeated and pinned against the ground, the Demi-God of Strife remains a glorious sight to behold. Everything, from the rapid rise and fall of his tattooed chest, to the pride that still burns low in those entrancing golden eyes, constitutes a carnal temptation the Deliverer can barely resist.
“Or…,” The reigning king of Castrum Kremnos continues lasciviously. “You could claim me as your reward. For we both know there is something you desire much more than my core flame. And I would feel no shame in taking someone of your strength as my consort.”
Aka Phainon and Mydei reenact the fight that opposed their past selves in nearly every cycle, and give it a steamier ending.
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- Part 3 of Phainon x Mydei Fics
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“By our accord,” Mydei said, tone light. “The victor may claim their due, Deliverer. And I intend to.”
Phainon huffed, letting his head drop back against the dirt with a dull thud. “What do you want,” he said, amusement curling around the words, “my sword? My title? My hand in marriage?”
Without missing a beat, Mydei answered.
“Your ass.”
Phainon choked.
Or: Phainon opens his mouth, and somehow his ass follows.
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- Part 2 of Myphaiweek 2025
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Relaxing against the lip of the tiles, Phainon released a deep sigh as the water glided over him, wrapping him in its gentle warmth. Mydei’s eyes roamed over his body as he relaxed further, watching as the water smoothed over his abdomen and chest, licking his bicep as it splashed slightly, the wetness of his body calling Mydei’s attention.
Mydei shook his head. There was no time for distractions — even if he did come here to relax for a while, but the time was to be used to put his thoughts in order; not to indulge in whatever fantasies his mind often decided to conjure when presented with Phainon’s body, and even worse, Phainon’s wet body at that. Releasing a deep sigh, Mydei closed his eyes, attempting to relax the sudden tension in his body.
“Clearly, something’s on your mind,” Phainon announced. It was strange, almost, how such simple gestures, without words, could have the other man reading Mydei as though he were an open book. “Why not tell me about it?”
Uneasy is the head that bears the crown for Mydei. Phainon helps him to ease his burdens.
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The first few months were sweet, strange. Mydei never asked for much. He sent drivers, made restaurant reservations, and opened a credit card for the young man. Phainon would play coy and bratty, stretching out on Mydei’s couch, texting during dinner, pouting when he didn’t get his way.
But Mydei never lost his composure. Never raised his voice. Instead, he looked at Phainon like he was something fragile and wicked at the same time—something that needed to be tamed, owned.
It made Phainon want to misbehave more.
“You could be anywhere tonight,” Mydei said now, folding one leg over the other. “But you’re here. Why?”
Phainon blinked. “I like your bathtub.”
“Liar.”
A pause.
“I like the way you touch me after I’ve had a bad week.”
“Closer.”
“I like you.”
That did something. A flicker in Mydei’s expression—pleasure, maybe. Or hunger, dulled but steady. He rose from his chair with the practiced ease of someone who knew exactly how much space he took up, walked over, and sat beside Phainon on the couch.
“You’re such a handful,” he murmured, fingers sliding through Phainon’s hair.
“And you love it.”