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The letters he sent to Cyrene never got a response. His maid assured him they’ve been delivered, but it’s just so unlike Cyrene out of all people to never write one back despite his hundreds of letters to ask how she’s been doing.
It was miserable.
Even more so when his heat arrives. Countless nights he spent by himself, tortured by the constant ache and unbearable heat with no source of release. His fingers aren’t enough and he’s not allowed to take any medications for it either. Phainon had begged, begged on his knees for some form of suppressants, or anything to help him alleviate the pain he’s going through. And all the maid did was shake her head and tell him all the complications and how it’s unhealthy for him. As if this life in total loneliness was any more healthy for his mental state.In which Phainon gets whisked off from his arranged wedding to another arranged marriage and becomes convinced that he is hated by his mate. After a series of failed attempts at seduction and a threat to divorce, he finds that maybe his husband might not hate him at all.
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03 Jul 2026
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Phainon clicks his tongue in annoyance and pulls on the other’s hair a little, to which Mydeimos doesn’t even budge. “With all the things I’m doing for you, I might as well be your mate.” He grumbles.
“Would you like to?”
He laughs a little at the sudden suggestion. “You’re not getting out that easily.” Phainon pauses and shakes his head, perhaps a little at himself, and his voice drops, unintentionally. “I’m an alpha, I can’t give you any heirs.”
Mydei turns around to look at him, something dark and unreadable in his eyes. The water from the tub shifts with his body and spills over the edge of the tub, soaking through Phainon’s trouser and shirt.
“So if you can,” he asks, “you would be my mate?”
The silence stretches on between them as Phainon struggles to find his own thoughts.
“Just let me do my job.” He opts to shove the other man back into the tub instead.
Mydei lets himself be pushed back without saying another word. He turns forward and sinks into the tub.
In another life, Phainon would’ve loved to be Mydei’s mate. It’s just too bad he can’t bear any heirs.
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03 Jul 2026
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Khaslana doesn’t liken himself to these other children, plucked from their own city-states, probably snatched out of the arms of their dying parents. They cry too much. Too loud. Their experiences were similar, but they’re not the same. He has a purpose, a heavy responsibility rests upon his shoulders. He’s going to be a hero one day.
“The son of The Mad King will become an even greater tyrant. He will grow mad with grief and plunge the world into strife until he takes his own life, at the edge of the world.”
The prophecy rings inside his mind ever since he woke up, he doesn’t know where it comes from and no one else seems to have heard of it. Only a voice reminding him to stop that reality over and over. He knows it's true deep down inside his heart. Kephale is speaking to him.
Phainon wakes up in the dungeons of Castrum Kremnos with fragments of memories and a prophecy etched deep inside.
Given to the prince as a gift and with an intention to kill the future tyrant, he ends up risking the world to fight against the prophecy he believed his whole life.Bookmarked by MissInjustice
03 Jul 2026
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"Tell me this isn't about the prophecy," Mydei demands. "Tell me you're not sleeping with half of Okhema just to forget you're the fucking Deliverer."
Phainon's mouth opens, but no sound comes out. The truth claws up his chest but won't come out: the fact that he needs this, needs to be reduced to something simpler than a title, something smaller than destiny.
Mydei's eyes narrow, and Phainon realizes that he already knows.
Of course he does. He's Mydei.
"It is," Phainon admits at last, voice cracking. “I am.”
Mydei rolls his hips down, his cock dragging alongside Phainon's. The answering groan that spills from Phainon’s throat is nothing like the practiced moans he gives strangers.
"Then you ask me," Mydei growls. "From now on, when you need to forget, you come to me. Not some godsforsaken brothel."
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18 Jun 2026
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Epilogue: Until the Universe Grows Cold by Kestrel_Mist
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
11 Jun 2026
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"Phainon. Did you really think I'd take you for the first time - in a rush, pressed against the wall in a hospital shower?"
"Sorry. I didn't think a candlelit dinner and a ring were mandatory conditions."
"High-quality lube and taking our time - those are the mandatory conditions. And the regular candlelit dinners that I cook for you myself, and the ring in my safe - we've already had those for a long time."
"Mydei..."
"Don't worry. I didn't buy a ring..."
"Thank God! I almost thought..."
"In our family, it's not customary to buy wedding rings. They are passed down as heirlooms."
...they will drive home. To where Mydei will take the ring from the safe and slip it onto Phainon's finger. And then simply take his hand.
Exactly the way it was always meant to be in this life. The way it had been in all past lives, and absolutely will be - in all the future ones. Like an
unbreakable vow. Like the cardinal rule. Like the fundamental law by which the very fabric of reality exists. As long as there remains at least a single drop of blood, as long as hearts beat, until the Universe grows cold.Series
- Part 2 of Hospital AU
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14 Jun 2026