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It’s one thing to meet up with the entirety of Luxiem, and he's no doubt elated about the fact. But it’s another thing to meet up with Luca for the first time.
Shu takes a deep breath, and buries his face in his hands. Why is he even agonizing about this? It’s just Luca.
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"How long?" Mydei asks. "Deliverer. How long?"
Now, Phainon's head snaps up. His lip curls, baring his teeth. "How long what?" he snarls. "How long since my rut started? How long will it last? Just what are you trying to ask, Mydeimos? How long since I've imprinted on you like some kind of—"
"Are you ashamed of it, then?" Mydei cuts him off, struggling to keep his scent from swelling. "Do you find your affections unnatural or repulsive? Or have I not done enough to prove myself to you as a worthy mate?"
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Phainon goes into an early rut on a mission. Some things come to light. Mydei takes care of him.Bookmarked by 5813 (crowpine)
29 Jun 2026
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As soon as Phainon stepped foot into the garden, his eyes immediately zeroed on Mydei sitting in the sea of bright flowers. His parents were beside him, quietly talking to each other.
Phainon’s breath hitched but before he could walk away and try another day, Beagle Coconut broke away from the mini chimera formation at Phainon’s legs with an excited shriek as soon as it spotted Fig Stew sleeping near Mydei. It barreled into the poor creature, talking a mile per minute and ignoring Fig Stew’s sleepy hissing and bristling fur. Beagle Coconut’s blue eyes sparkled like two little stars as it relayed everything that happened to it in the short time they were separated.
Phainon felt himself die a little inside. Was that how he acted when he was away from Mydei for a few days?
a strange curse had befallen the newly restored Amphoreus causing all of her people to wake up with breathing, living manifestations of their emotions. Phainon tries to deal with it the best way he can but it's hard, not only because he, for some reason, has three manifestations but also because now he has no choice but to face the true emotions of people closest to him. specifically... Mydei's.
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28 Jun 2026
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Though he prided himself on respect and restraint, Phainon brought out a whole new devil in him; it was something dangerous, something that made him lose all his inhibitions. Today, Mydei had won their spar, and was promptly rewarded with the sight of Phainon below him, chest caked with sweat and dirt. The mica specks made the already-blooming bruises sparkle beneath the Dawn Device.
His long fingers had practically covered the curve of Mydei’s waist completely, callouses rubbing just right against the soft, sensitive skin. He’d yielded right after, of course—but it was a little too reminiscent of Mydei’s deepest fantasies to ignore.
Mydei was only a man… a man with needs. So he’d calmly walked back to his chambers—never running—locked the door, dipped himself into his personal bath, and shoved his hand into his pants like a horny teenager.
Kremnoans never believed in uncontrollable circumstances. Fated mates? Hah! What a joke!
...Yet, what else could explain the constant emptiness in Mydei's chest, or the deep-seated obsession his instincts have with a certain Deliverer? Romantic tragedy always was Nikador's closest companion, after all.
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25 Jun 2026
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Phainon swallows around nothing, looking at the new boy, taking in his striking, angular face and sharp, golden eyes that never leave the Headmaster.
“Who's that?” he asks no one in particular, his voice a little breathless even in his own ears.
“Mydeimos Kremnos. You know those Kremnoses," the fourth-year standing next to him whispers back. "He's practically wizarding world royalty."
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By his seventh year in Hogwarts, Phainon likes to think he’s gotten pretty good at this wizarding thing. On top of being both the Gryffindor Quidditch captain and a Prefect, he has plenty of friends and decent grades—everything he needs for a memorable but not too difficult graduation year. But when the Triwizard tournament is announced to return, and Hogwarts welcomes international guests, Phainon finds himself inexplicably drawn to Durmstrang’s would-be champion Mydeimos. When the Goblet of Fire spits out both their names, it’s sure to be an exciting year.- Language:
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24 Jun 2026
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Mydei doesn't think much of it when his class is one minute late.
But as the clock on his wall ticks away, signalling that now—after losing himself in deep thought over how to handle today's lesson—it's currently ten past the hour, he finally starts getting suspicious. It's normal for classes to overrun on occasion, gods, even he's even done it before. However, it's an entirely different thing when it's this much time that's gone by without any prior notice. Mydei pushes his glasses back up onto the bridge of his nose, as they've gradually slid down while he was staring at the worksheets on his desk.
He sighs, glancing at the clock once again. Two more minutes, he promises himself, and then he'll go figure out where the hells his class has disappeared off to.
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22 Jun 2026