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    Phainon is twenty-nine years old, possessing a degree that does nothing but sit in display, and working odd jobs. Oh, and also close to losing his home thanks to Aedes Elysiae’s delightful housing costs.

    An opportunity comes in the form of a Jadeslist posting made by concerned parents seeking a ‘date’ for their son, Mydeimos, who has been suffering the curse of being single for all twenty-one years of his life. The pay? Nymphbook Air and twenty-five thousand Balance Coins.

    Phainon might just be the person for the job.

    (or: one sweltering summer, two people who are absolutely not in love, and a play in three acts.)

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    27 Jul 2026

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    The emotions of despair and hopelessness, Khaslana feeling doomed to be the only one without finding love, it never came. Only the opposite. Only lines of hope, where his feelings extended beyond his own and mentioned an indirect source, a second person that has never been brought up before. There were doubts, mainly of Khaslana himself, but it wasn’t that kind of song. No, because once the song was over, Mydei realized right away that it had been a —

     

    “Love song. Khaslana just wrote a love song.”

     

    Cipher sounded just as surprised as he felt.

    Mydei learns why he should always think twice before being a hater.

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    26 Jul 2026

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    Okhemopolis’s golden boy Deliverer has limits. Phainon just… hasn’t really bothered to find them yet, but apparently alcohol is a good place to start. What begins as a mildly irresponsible experiment turns into a problem, because for the first time since he started obsessively tracking it, Phainon can’t hear Mydei’s heartbeat across the city. Which would be fine. Totally fine. If he weren’t absolutely, catastrophically attached to it.

    So he does the reasonable thing: calls the man and asks him to come over. Just until the alcohol wears off. Just so Phainon can hear him again. Losing one sense, though, means Phainon ends up noticing a lot of other things he's been very good at ignoring until now.

    Or: Superman/Phainon gets drunk, loses his heartbeat-tracking superhearing, panics, and accidentally discovers that having Batman/Mydei right next to him might be significantly worse for his self-control.

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    24 Jul 2026

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    He stepped closer, his head cocking to the side like an overgrown puppy. His blue eyed gaze dropped down to his waist for a moment before looking back up at him.

    “...Are you hurt, Mydei?”

    “...No. I was just startled.” Mydei muttered, looking away as he felt a surge of mortification. Thousands of deaths he had conquered and he flinched from a simple touch?

    A surprised gasp escaped his lips when a palm cupped his waist. He looked up at Phainon, shivering when he saw how intently Phainon was studying him, his blue eyes stripping him bare.

    Mydei finds out he's rather sensitive to gentle touches than he is to violence.

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    24 Jul 2026

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    Deliverer: I think some introspection would do you well, Prince.

    xPrince: I appreciate the concern, Deliverer, but I don't think pointing out the truth warrants such a thing.

    Deliverer: I believe it does. You’re looking awfully pot shaped right now.

    xPrince: ?

    Deliverer: The idiom the pot calling the kettle black?

    xPrince: Sorry the brain cells I have left from speaking with you were struggling to form a connection.

    Deliverer: Accidental self burn?

    xPrince: Focus on your leveling noob.

    Deliverer: So you're resorting to name calling because you can't think of a good retort. Cute.

    An AU where the heirs have a guild together in a game called Saga of Heroes.

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    24 Jul 2026