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    "You're really frustrating sometimes, Haikas "

    She hummed, "Really? Hm, I must have misheard you last night. Weren't you saying that-"

    "Hush, Deliverer," he glared, although the corner of his lip curled in a fond smile.

    She pecked his cheek, "Wanna go to the baths?"

    He raised his brows at her, "Are you trying to seduce me, woman?"

    Phainon purred smugly, "Only one way to find out, dear Mydeimos,"

    He opened his mouth to speak, but was startled when she suddenly ran off. "First to the baths wins!" She shouted.

    "You're on!" He called, running after her.

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    OR; With the rising threats of the Black Tide, Lady Aglaea sends Phainon as a representative of the Chrysos Heirs, and Okehma, to strike an alliance with Castrum Kremnos. She will forever thank Aglaea.

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    04 May 2026

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    “Mydei! There you are.”

    His eyes flutter, no longer half-lidded, staring at the source of that familiar voice. “Deliverer.”

    Phainon nods, not the slightest bit put off by his gruff greeting, casually petting Kokopo’s side.

    Mydei inhales deeply, trying to push the haze back, suppressing a growl when Phainon’s scent fills his nose instead. It’s distinct against the whirl of grey all around, sharp and warm – sweet oranges and heady bergamot, flares of ozone and a pang of seasalt. Locating him anywhere was as simple as following that golden trail he left behind no matter where he went.

    He swallows, hard. His throat bobs. His teeth ache. He steels his jaw, curls his brass claw into his own arm to distract himself from the heat flaring up in his stomach.

    “What do you want?” Mydei asks, voice rougher than usual.

    Mydeimos plans on dealing with his rut as he always has: by ignoring it. Phainon's infuriatingly alluring scent throws a wrench in those plans, and Mydeimos finds himself struggling to resist his instincts more than ever.

    aka mydei's rut, the fic

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    27 Apr 2026

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    Ironic, for someone like Sampo who always bragged about his supposed talent to read people's hearts, it turned out he couldn't be more wrong when it comes to Gepard Landau. In the end, he fell victim to his own hubris, he was dumb enough to assume that after two years spent losing sleep together over busy projects, Gepard saw him as more than a simple coworker, that they were friends…

    ...That maybe, just maybe, Sampo had a tiny chance with him and his feelings could be requited, not just the product of naive fantasies.

    A broken heart, a rash decision, a ticket to a distant place and a chance to start anew. But, as Sampo is going to find out, sometimes all the roads you take lead straight to the very past you're running from. Especially when ‘the past’ itself decides to chase after you.

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    27 Mar 2026

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    “How convenient,” Mydei said and Phainon realised his mistake, that Mydei hadn’t relinquished his grip but merely slackened it, when another, softer tug at his coat rocked him back onto his heels. “Aglaea really thinks of everything.”

    “What—“ Phainon laughed but it was too high and thin, flustered, so he cleared his throat to steady himself even as his cheeks burned. “What is this about?”

    “These,” Mydei answered, most unhelpfully, with another sharp pull that tightened the fabric of Phainon’s coat around his stomach and waist. His breath stuttered in his chest for another reason entirely. “The handholds. You have a metal ring. And a matching one on the other side.”

    Phainon learns of a unique feature on his coat in the worst possible way: he has an… inappropriate reaction in the middle of Marmoreal Marketplace when Mydei tugs a bit too hard.

    Neither of them have a problem with this.

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    18 Mar 2026

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    Mydei sniffed, his eyebrows furrowing, and his jaw went slack in realization. A subtly sweet, musky scent permeated the air, the Chimera hybrid looking up at him through lidded eyes, lips slightly parted, with his head tilted as though baring his neck to him.

    The implication of the position suddenly became painfully apparent. Mydei flustered—careful not to make any sudden movements as he settled back onto his haunches. He still didn't fully trust that the chimera wouldn't lunge at him and attempt to tear out his throat if given the opportunity.

    Or, that would have been the case—if he hadn't noticed the hybrid deliberately spreading his legs for him instead. Pale thighs splayed wide in silent invitation, with just the spade-shaped tip of his tail coyly hiding his sex from view, the moonlight filtering in through the foliage caught on the slick sticking to the hybrid's inner-thighs—

    "This—" Mydei began, wheezing, "Your nest was—We... disturbed your nest."

    Titans. Mydei shouldn't have answered the page.

    Mydei's expertise starts and ends with the wildlife... So why is he cohabiting with a chimera hybrid on the brink of heat who keeps trying to seduce him?

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    23 Feb 2026