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“Why do they throw flowers?”
“They’re well-wishes,” Phainon answers. “Crocuses are for new beginnings, cyclamen are for love, colchicum for fidelity. They’re blessing the marriage.”
Mydei’s hand shifts a little lower, warm fingers circling Phainon’s wrist. “Your traditions are terribly sentimental.”
“Romantic,” Phainon corrects. “Just call them romantic.”
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To save his people, Mydei strikes a deal. Aid in exchange for two things: the coreflame of Strife and his hand in marriage.Series
- Part 1 of to the end of this journey
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29 Aug 2025
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Mydei et Phainon se marrient sans se connaitre dans l'univers de Ampho (post 3.1). Aglae les lie avec un fil qui finit par devenir le symbole de leur amour.
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the pup in hound's flesh by KittensMittens
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
10 May 2025
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“Get out!” Phainon snarls.
-Mydei shuts the door.
The first thing that comes to mind is utter rage. How dare an alpha invade his space and ask him to get out on top of it? It just takes about every ounce of Mydei’s rational thought to not storm in there and throw the shithead out.
No – he needed to make sense of this all, first.
Phainon was indeed in rut. And Phainon was indeed in his room.
Mydei just did not understand why he had sought out another alpha’s room of all places for refuge.
Phainon never grew up as a normal alpha. Or had a healthy rut. Or felt all the protective, affectionate, possessive instincts towards omegas to their full extent as he should.
Then Mydei enters his life. The final nail in the coffin establishing his abnormality.
And now Mydei has to deal with a cranky alpha in rut invading his bedroom.
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Greet the dawn with eyes wide open by Lilliae
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
14 Aug 2025
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There was only one person who could cook such a delicious meal. The very same only person who could enter and exit his home undetected when he refused to open it for anyone—because he had personally handed over the spare key.
Mydei.
The man who would spite him with terrible food when his jokes grew as stale as the bread he must have left uncovered just for him, or his methods in their latest spar was as slimy as the fish gutted but raw and unscaled. Who could now recall the whole truth but still prepared such a thing with care for the person responsible for his every death.
Amphoreus has become a real planet forged from the memories accumulated over millions of years.
Every citizen is bestowed all the memories that are rightfully their own, so there’s no escaping the actions Phainon took to prolong the cycles until a true hero could arrive with the new dawn.
But when Phainon is unable to see his own worth and face the tomorrow everyone had longed for, there are plenty of people at his side willing to help open his eyes to the truth.
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- Part 1 of After the pale dawn breaks
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if only to feel your warmth by busanking
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
12 Jan 2026
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Mydei knows the feeling all too well of eyes boring into him. They're either from intrigue or judgement but never from admiration. That is, until the lingering stare of vivid blue orbs from a certain white haired knight— a Templar sworn to keep mages like him in check. How foolish would it be for them to fall for each other?
Magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him.
Foul and corrupt are they Who have taken His gift And turned it against His children.
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mnestia's woven threads by silverwingly (silkraps)
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
31 Jul 2025
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Cyrene answered easily, “Soulmates are not a curse, ■■■■■. They are, perhaps, the greatest gift you could be blessed with in Amphoreus.”
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In which soulmates feel physical pain when their other half dies, and Phainon just so happened to be tied to the one man who wouldn't stop doing it.