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tenderness in your touch by colossalEgo
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
13 Jun 2026
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As a beta, Mydei pays little mind to the nonsense happenings between alphas and omegas. He cares little for their grievances over scenting rituals and grumblings over markings. However, with his people begrudgingly settled in Okhema, he is forced to confront them. Even worse, his people take particular issue with Phainon's presence around him, and insist for him to keep his distance.
But why is it so wrong for him to want a tenderness in his life he never once had?
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14 Jun 2026
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Glory to those before and after by Lilliae
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
13 Nov 2025
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“What’s going on here? New training exercises?” Phainon asked in half-jest as he surveyed the chariot race and spectators.
“Some friendly competitions in Strife’s honour. A Kremnos tradition.”
“Competitions? Yet you’re not participating?”
“The host is responsible for overseeing the games and allocating the prizes.”
“Well… what about me?”
“What about you?”
He smiled so earnestly Mydei was torn between averting his gaze or doing something unwise to wipe it from his mouth. “May I participate? It’s so lively here. The rousing cheers, the spark of competition—I’ve been reeled in.”
Slowly, Mydei blinked and tilted his head but Phainon’s bright visage was unchanged.
Upon the anniversary of Castrum Kremnos’ fall at his own spear, in the shadow of Okhema’s high walls, Mydei hosts the annual funeral games—a celebration of glory and mourning bound up in Strife. It’s an old tradition frowned upon by the city the Kremnoan legion has come to unwillingly inhabit. But a necessary one.
This year, for the very first time, Phainon wishes to participate.
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12 Jun 2026
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“Mydei?” Phainon tentatively began with the same caution he approached animals with a single glassy, scarred eye, crouching low in their line of sight and extending his hand for them to come towards him.
Unfortunately, Mydei was more stubborn than any stray cat and scoffed back. “What’s with that tone, Deliverer?”
There was no use circling the truth.
“Can you see me?”
At that, Mydei’s stoic expression waned into a wry smile. “No.”
When Mydei is struck by a Cleaner’s poison while outside Okhema’s walls, the last thing to recover are his eyes. Until the poison is fully purged Phainon is designated as his aide.
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30 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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27 Apr 2026
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“Nice throne.”
The corner of Mydei’s lip twitched into a smile. “Thanks.”
“It’s befitting of your status.” As a king. As a god. “But I can’t imagine it's very comfortable.”
“Then your imagination is lacking.”
“Perhaps it's your design skills that are lacking. All aesthetic and no substance.”
“Criticisms on such matters from you sounds no different than a dog barking at his own reflection.”
“If you’re so certain, how about a demonstration?”
His brows raised in his confusion but settled again soon after with the realisation that Phainon had levelled his taunts, as he so often did when they were together, with intention. The rapid jabs and counters themselves were of far less importance than the outcome he had prodded them towards: Mydei seated upon his throne. He propped his elbow on the arm so he could comfortably lean his jaw against his knuckles and push his pelvis forwards, legs spread mouthwateringly wide.
Phainon knelt at his feet.
It’s been months since Mydei departed for Castrum Kremnos to defend Okhema from the Black Tide. When he’s in need of supplies, Phainon finally has the opportunity to see him again.
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14 Apr 2026