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In which Luca tries to figure out why a Frenchman was in his house.
(It's all Kuwaima's fault)
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After years of tireless work, the couple can finally rest in their retirement.
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She thought it was just going to be another boring train ride, she couldn't have been more wrong in her life.
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A timeline of the relationship between two strangers; a genius artist and a photographer, who just wanted a picture of his smile.
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A talk in the park between two friends. One of them coping with the loss of his family, and the other can't help but feel guilty for being the cause of it.
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A professional hero, and his feelings towards his greying hair.
And, maybe his wife has a thing or two to say about them too,
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Phainon of Aides Elysiae goes to the beating heart of Castrum Kremnos to negotiate with their king, Mydeimos the Undying, for the fate of his people. Phainon has never left his village before, and while his heart is devoted to protecting his people, Mydeimos-and Castrum Kremnos-challenges his preconceived notions about... everything.
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Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
23 Feb 2026
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“Ma’am,” Phainon calls again, dangling his blue pen in front of her face like a pendulum to get her attention. She jolts, eyes refocusing into his. Cute, despite being at least a decade older than he is; tired, because of the weight of that very same decade.
“Sorry,” she finally replies, her fingers touching his hand when she finally takes the pen. “It’s just-” She gives a little embarrassed laugh, but she's still devouring him with sweet honey golden eyes, like she can’t believe he’s here. Phainon doesn't mind. “You really look like my husband.” She laughs again, and signs her name at the bottom of the receipt in ink blue cursive—Mydeimos C. Kremnos.
Phainon makes an effort to remember it for no particular reason.
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23 Feb 2026
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"So, what is it today? The word ‘friend’ or ‘murdered’? Or are you just sad about his death again?"
“I'm telling you, those two weren't friends!”
Phainon, a philology student obsessed with the former prince of Kremnos, and Mydei, a rock musician who bears an uncanny resemblance to said prince, are roommates. Between historical debates, stolen jackets and affectionate bickering, they are the last two to realize they are in love with each other. Good thing their friends are there to scream sense into them.
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23 Feb 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.Updates twice a week.
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“Three sessions.” Khaslana says at least, with his empty doll eyes under the shadow of the trees, he looks more like a ghost than ever. “I give you three sessions. If you don’t get to paint something I like, I leave.”
“Hm, you really think I can’t.”
“I know you can’t.”
How terribly arrogant. Mydei grins, wild and prideful, heart thumping with what might be either adrenaline or anger. “Three sessions.” He agrees.
They say whoever attempts to make a muse out of Khaslana goes mad. Mydei thinks that’s fine. He wants less of a muse than he likes a challenge. Somewhere along the way, he falls in love.