It's a promise, Mydeimos
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The Keeper by enkidawg, gilgameth (enkidawg)
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
06 Dec 2025
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Phainon's camping was pleasantly interrupted by a hunter named Mydei.
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They moved through the forest together, Mydei reading the signs like broken branches, disturbed earth, claw marks on trees, while Atlas worked the scent, his nose to the ground. Phainon watched them both, impressed by how naturally they worked in tandem, each bringing their own expertise.
"There," Mydei whispered, pointing to a massive paw print in the soft earth near the stream. "Big male, probably four hundred pounds. He's been fishing."
Atlas circled the print, then looked up at Phainon, waiting for direction.
"Track," Phainon commanded softly.
The dog's entire body shifted into focus, and he moved forward with purpose, following the scent trail deeper into the woods. Mydei and Phainon followed, moving silently, communicating with hand signals and shared glances.
An hour later, they spotted the bear. A magnificent black bear, exactly as Mydei had described, foraging for berries in a sun-dappled clearing. Atlas froze, his training overriding his instincts, waiting for Phainon's command.
"Good boy," Phainon breathed. "Stay."
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- Part 2 of modern chrysos heirs
- Part 1 of It's a promise, Mydeimos
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Phainon's rare condition makes sunlight lethal, forcing him to live in darkness. At a gym, he meets Mydei, an injured boxer who becomes his only light. But loving someone means risking everything... including his life.
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Later, at the diner, they discovered they'd both ordered differently than usual. Phainon getting the French toast instead of pancakes, and Mydei ordering a vegetable omelet instead of his standard breakfast sandwich.
"Character growth," Mydei declared, gesturing at his plate. "My therapist would be proud."
"It's an omelet, not a personality transplant."
"Baby steps." Mydei took a bite and made a face. "Okay, this is terrible. I understand why I never order this."
"Want some of my French toast?"
"Yeah?"
Phainon pushed his plate to the middle of the table. Mydei did the same with his omelet. They ate from both plates, trading bites and commentary, and it felt domestic in a way that made Phainon's stomach flip.
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- Part 5 of modern chrysos heirs
- Part 2 of It's a promise, Mydeimos
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A companion piece to Sunward, in which Mydei lives happily with Phainon, who survives the anaphylactic reaction.
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"Bed," Phainon managed between kisses.
"Patience," Mydei said, but moved them in that direction anyway.
They undressed each other slowly despite the urgency, taking time to appreciate what they'd revealed. Mydei's fingers traced the faded scars on Phainon's arms from past reactions, gentle and reverent. Phainon mapped the landscape of Mydei's body—the still-healing surgical scar on his shoulder, the various small marks from years of boxing.
"You're so beautiful," Mydei said, pressing Phainon back onto the bed.
"You're biased."
"Extremely. Doesn't make it less true."
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- Part 7 of modern chrysos heirs
- Part 3 of It's a promise, Mydeimos
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Phainon shoved his own jumpsuit down, cock springing free. He spat into his palm, slicked himself quick. He pressed the head against Mydei’s entrance and Mydei pushed back, taking the first inch with a hiss.
“I'll be slow,” Phainon growled low. “You'll be quiet.”
He sank in by degrees inch after inch until he bottomed out, hips flush to Mydei’s ass. Mydei’s arms shook, knuckles white on the bunk frame. Phainon stayed still a moment, letting him adjust, feeling the tight heat clench around him.
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Phainon finds his routine disrupted when Mydei arrives as his new cellmate. Their relationship takes an unexpected turn when Mydei's heat reveals him as an omega, making him vulnerable to the predatory inmates around them. To protect Mydei from the others, Phainon claims him, providing relief during his heat and establishing a bond that transcends their prison walls.
Months later, Phainon walks free, leaving Mydei behind. A few years later, he meets Mydei with a young child who bears an unmistakable resemblance to Phainon himself.
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- Part 4 of It's a promise, Mydeimos
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Phainon has everything: Mydei, the man he's loved since sixteen. Their daughter Lila, who has his smile. A quiet life that feels whole.
At thirty-four, Alzheimerʼs begins stealing it all piece by piece. The cruelest part: he knows it's happening. He's disappearing while still here, losing everything he loves while still able to feel the loss.
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When they finally got home, Lila was waiting at the door wearing Phainon’s reading glasses (which were much too big) and holding a drawing of what appeared to be a dinosaur in a spacesuit doing ballet.
“Daddy! Look! I made you!”
Phainon knelt, took the paper with careful hands, and studied it like it was the most important document he would ever read.
“It’s perfect,” he said. “You’re perfect.”
Mydei watched them from the doorway. His husband and their daughter, heads bent together over a crayon masterpiece, and felt something fracture quietly inside his chest.
Everything had been perfect.
Now it was something else.
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- Part 5 of It's a promise, Mydeimos
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I See Your Smell by enkidawg, Heavenlyspringrolls
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
25 Feb 2026
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In a modern world where alphas and omegas emit flower-based pheromones that define identity and desire, Mydei suffers permanent anosmia and pheromone suppression after being poisoned with an infertility drug during a succession power struggle.
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“You’re soaked,” Phainon murmured, not turning.
“You’re warm.”
Phainon set the trowel aside, wiped his hands on the thighs of his trousers, then covered Mydei’s forearms with his own, thumbs stroking the delicate bones of his wrists. “You came all this way in the rain just to get me dirty?”
“I came to get dirty,” Mydei corrected, voice soft, lips grazing the skin just below Phainon’s ear. “The rain was incidental.”
“You still think I mind?” Phainon asked quietly. “That you can’t scent me the way others do?”
Mydei’s breath hitched. He’d never said it aloud, but the question had lived under every touch, every shared glance.
“I don’t know what you get out of this,” he admitted, honest and raw. “When there’s nothing left to smell. Nothing to trigger you. Nothing to claim.”
Phainon’s thumb traced the line of Mydei’s jaw, then tilted his chin up so their eyes locked.
“Your scent is irrelevant matter. I want you.”
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- Part 6 of It's a promise, Mydeimos