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Flins accidentally slips into the sea, and Varka is there to lift him up.
(Also, perhaps they flirt more than they should.)
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- Part 1 of tying the knight (and the fae)
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03 Nov 2025
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Jahoda mistakenly delivers the wrong wine to Flins for his birthday.
(A quick and short ((and late)) birthday fic for Flins)
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02 Nov 2025
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Flins' life is a simple one. He works, he relaxes, he shops for antiques.
Life, however, is a funny thing. Just when he thinks he's found his peace, the universe sends something to uproot it.
That something comes in the form of a very small, very cute package, one with pink hair, round eyes, and a mind too sharp for her own good.
Or: Flins adopts Aino. Family is found.
The girl is small. So small.
Her cries are weak, and her movements are frail, hampered by a blanket that is far too big. The tiniest tuft of pale pink hair adorns the top of her fragile head, smoothed over by a hand that is nearly half her size…
…He isn't sure what emotion he feels as he smiles down at her.
This child.
This little light.
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- Part 3 of Deep Blue Diadem
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02 Nov 2025
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By the time they returned to the city proper, Flins was shaking in his lantern, ready to escape. It was only as Varka returned to his private room at headquarters that the fae changed his form and appeared before the beast.
“There you are,” Varka rumbled, a wolfish smile tugging at his lips.
“Here I am,” Flins smiled back, bowing his head a little.
“You’ve traveled far, little fae. Searching for something in particular?”
“You.”
Varka’s smile widened and dimples appeared on his cheeks. His tail wagged, giving away his happiness and excitement. It was… cute.
“And what do you plan to do with me now that you’ve sought me out?”
Flins cocks his head to the side, pondering. His eyes rake over the werewolf’s form – his furry chest stretched over thick muscles, pointed ears that flick with each passing sound, the bulge in his pants. Flins licked his lips, gaze zeroing in on exactly what he wanted.
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01 Nov 2025
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It ended with a night in a tavern, for somewhat reason Flins challenged Varka to a drinking match. He lost—or maybe he didn’t, because hours later, Varka found himself in the weight of him, pinned down like vengeance wrapped in silk and heat.
It wasn’t just of the alcohol.It was half liquor, half mistake—and neither of them is ready to admit which half they liked more.
Bookmarked by IceTitan
27 Oct 2025