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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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Dottore laughs—one of those small, dark chuckles that makes Pantalone’s hackles raise and sends a thrill through him at the same time. “The rules are simple. You take what I give you, whatever I give you. And you do so with that—” he nods down at the mora Pantalone still clutches, “—in your mouth. An hour on the clock, and if you haven’t dropped it or swallowed it by the end, you win. Simple, yes?”
Pantalone barely keeps his expression neutral. A humiliating hour with Morax’s flesh lying heavy on his tongue, warming to his body while Dottore uses him for whatever carnal pleasures and blood sports he desires. He could slip and swallow it in the worst-case scenario, and then he’d have to beg the man to slice him open and carve out that misplaced, cursed coin.
He’s tempted to say no.
But he doesn't, because the two of them don't do forfeits.
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"You like this," Baizhu observes clinically, his fingers pressing into the wound to probe for bullet fragments. Lohen's answering moan is downright filthy, his hips stuttering against the vines. "Oh, you do. You're aroused by pain, aren't you?"
"Caught me," Lohen laughs, voice wrecked as Baizhu's fingers twist deeper. Blood wells hot around his knuckles, and Lohen's thighs tremble. "What's—ah—what's the diagnosis, Doctor?"
Baizhu’s fingers are slick with Lohen’s blood as he withdraws the final fragment. The knight’s breath hitches—not in pain, but something far more obscene. "Diagnosis?" Baizhu murmurs, peeling off his gloves with deliberate slowness. "Chronic recklessness. Potentially terminal idiocy. And an acute case of exhibitionism."
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- Part 7 of Aewin's Baizhu Week
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Hyacine clears her throat. “Lord Phainon, my apologies, but have you perhaps been having any, um. Intimate reactions, since this occurred?”
Ah. Right. The erection.
The erection that’s still there after a fifteen-minute walk.
“Yes,” Phainon sighs wearily, pulling the jacket over his lap. “Sorry, it won’t go away.”
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Phainon is so taken aback—so busy processing the flutter in his stomach and the surge of heat in his groin—that Mydei easily tackles him to the ground. The prince bleeds on him profusely and shoves a knee between Phainon’s legs, pressing his adrenaline-hardened cock against Phainon’s thigh. His weight is solid and unyielding. Phainon goes dizzy, not as a side effect of the fall, but from several abrupt realizations in quick succession: one, that this is most assuredly romance in its highest form, and two, that it’s a distraction he can’t afford.
He shakes his head clear, reclaims the ground he’d lost, and holds out for seven more days against the prince until they collapse together, exhausted, and agree that it counts as a win for them both. Mydei joins the Flame-Chase, Okhema admits the Kremnoans, and Phainon goes to Aglaea—for who better to go to with a romantic problem of this magnitude than his teacher, his handler, the demigoddess of Romance herself?
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Fics written for various Baizhu Week prompts spanning multiple years.
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A canon-adjacent exploration of Phainon and Mydei's relationship, with slight divergences in minor details.
Explicitly switch/versatile inclusive. Involves trauma, violence, poor mental health, death, and the doomed nature of the relationship—but also the conscious choice to love anyways, even in the face of fate.
Series direction will be determined by the events of canon. The author makes no promises, but would very much like to be able to give this a happy, or at least hopeful, ending.
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Aewin's Transcending Transience Baizhu Zine Fics by Aewin
Fandom 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
18 Mar 2025
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will you go (where I can't follow) by SashyyKane for Aewin, sinn_honey, moongallery, SleeplessAndObsessed
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
18 Jun 2026
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Today, there was no buzzing in Reaver' ears. Today, it was silent, an insipid but welcome reprieve. Unspoken words hung in the air, along with a faint smell of antiseptic. Even their footsteps were hushed, softly carrying itself like ants would crawl in the dirt. There was a space between them — slowly expanding, like the growing cracks of a rock being eroded — and they did nothing to try to close the gap.
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5 years ago, Phainon was part of a team of researchers who wanted to create an enhanced form of humans by editing their genes and mixing it with animals with the desired traits — accidents occur and a pandemic begins to spread as zombie-like mutants start to wreck civilization. Filled with guilt, Phainon decides to experiment on himself to try and find a cure. He nearly goes insane but ends up cloning himself and successfully creating a being that could withstand the virus, who he calls Reaver / Flame Reaver. Together they travel far and wide to try and survive long enough and make a working vaccine to reverse the apocalypse.
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18 Jun 2026
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“Figured it out, have you?” Pantalone’s affected slur is gone. Behind the silver glitter of glass, his eyes are lucid—bright and hungry with promise.
“You!” Dottore rasps. “You drugged me!”
The wine stains Pantalone’s smile a deep red, a sanguine gash over a flash of white teeth. “On the contrary, my dear Doctor. I think you’ll find you drugged yourself. I merely recognized a profitable opportunity when I saw it.”
Dottore doses Pantalone’s wine. Pantalone reminds Dottore that he isn’t one to be underestimated.
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- Part 6 of A Hundred Visions and Revisions
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11 Jun 2026
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New clan patriarch Kamisato Ayato stands alone at the top of the world. The world—or the only parts of it that matter—of course being the remaining scraps of his family reputation, a chief retainer of dubious trustworthiness, and his beloved, innocent, grieving younger sister. Of course it doesn't take long for the dogs to smell blood and come baying at the door. They just don't expect the sword at his hip to be sharper than any of their teeth.
And he doesn't expect for the true danger to lie within the shivering confines of his own mind. In the end, it seems that his body is going to force him to decide who to put his trust in sooner rather than later.
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- Part 21 of Zine Fics
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31 May 2026
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A trilogy of Dottore and Pantalone's early life and relationship together.
On what it means to love someone who has segmented themselves and carries so much self-hatred. Who could only be described as a monster. On what it means to be someone who loves too much, to their own self-destruction.
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06 May 2026
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but it is one way to live by desmodus
Fandoms: とんがり帽子のアトリエ | Tongari Boushi no Atelier | Witch Hat Atelier (Manga)
01 Apr 2026
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Afterward, Olruggio learned he'd been wrong: it didn't change things. Or all that changed was the cadence of his nights—only some of them, but enough to leave him wondering when and if.
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05 May 2026