Haywiring
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When Khaslana had decided to desert the Antimatter Legion and take the young twin Stellaron bearers with him, he had mostly done it out of defiance. This isn’t his first act of rebellion against his “benefactors,” but it certainly is his most egregious one, and he doubts that he’ll be so easily forgiven if and when they manage to drag him back into their fold, as they always have done.
He only hopes he can give Caelus and Stelle a life far, far away from Destruction before that time comes.
Because over the course of their time on the run, he has grown to cherish these two innocent children, who greet a monster like him with the purest of adoration.
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In an alternate universe where Amphoreus was always real, the Antimatter Legion invaded and destroyed it, and Khaslana was turned into a Lord Ravager against his will. When he's given the task to nurture Stelle and Caelus, children who bear Stellarons in them, he flees with them instead, taking them under his wing and trying to raise them to the best of his ability.
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26 May 2026
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“…Pull yourself together,” Mydei muttered, hands on Phainon’s shoulders, trying to gently, pry the other Alpha off.
Phainon whined. His grip tightened as he nuzzled further in to his chest, letting out another whine like this was exactly where he wanted to be.
And Mydei?
Mydei panicked.
Red crystals were growing around the arena, and around them. He should probably get them under control, but—
By Nikador’s name—
What had he done.
Or where Alpha Mydei accidentally marks Phainon during a spar.
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- Part 1 of Instincts or just Yearning...
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17 May 2026
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"Do you still remember?"
“Maybe it’s better,” the angel says, forlorn, “if you don’t remember.”
“Remember what?”
“For what follows, I’m sorry. But Kephale always remembers, and I promise not to forget this.”
Phainon frowns. Kephale? That name tickles something, but he doesn’t know what. It feels weird, like that pudding that got him sick last month.
“Forget what?”
“Remember them; the ones that won’t reach the dawn.”|
Visions burn behind his eyelids ever since, and the fire roars forever more in the canvas of a picture. Mydei used to quench the fire, for a while, but he never understood what art truly means for Phainon. So why, fifteen years later, does Phainon find Mydei stand there, staring up at a painting of burning gold?- Language:
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03 May 2026
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30 Apr 2026
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“Still calm?” he asked, voice ragged and cruel with grin.
Mydeimos crossed the room in three steps. “You’re reckless.”
“I won.”
“You almost didn’t.”
Phainon tilted his head, exposing the long line of his throat. “That’s what makes it worth it.”
There are rules in racing, and rules about what happens off-track.
Mydeimos follows both. Phainon never learned how.
After Monaco, the silence between them is louder than the rain.
And desire? It’s still coiled in the corners.
Waiting for the next lap.Bookmarked by Haywiring
23 Apr 2026