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This is about Atsumu growing into love and Sakusa being there to meet him
Sixteen treats Miya Atsumu like a bitch. His hair is just the wrong shade of mustard. His skills are just rusty enough to drive him crazy. Osamu is just stupid enough to announce he’s gonna stop volleyball after high school. His bed is too short for his now six-foot tall frame. His appetite is enormous. His love for volleyball is infinite. His thirst, the need to be something, anything, is unquenchable. Somewhere along the way, he went from a skinny little kid with fuel to burn, to a lanky teenager whose eye bags never seemed to fade, whose spark never seems to dim.
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29 Jan 2026
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“Sir Varka, if I may ask,”
“Yea- Whoa! Flins?!”
Varka froze solid before he could even finish the first word of his reply, blue eyes wide as an owl with his hands instinctively thrown into air.
Because why was Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins, the elegant gentleman of a fae who had always maintained a polite distance, pressing himself flat against Varka’s body with his face nuzzled into the midline of Varka’s chest, all while shamelessly slotting his leg right between the knight’s?
And those eyes, those damn irises bright as stars in the night sky that was Flins’s dark-rimmed eyes and shadow-like hair, were half-lidded and gazing straight into Varka’s very soul.
“Why haven’t you bedded me yet?”
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26 Jan 2026
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"Are you always this reckless?"
Varka can do nothing but grin. "Believe it or not, dear Lightkeeper, but this is me having grown out of my reckless phase."
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In which Varka gets injured, isn't prepared for the Ratnik he seeks out for help to be so beautiful, and Flins collects shiny rocks.Bookmarked by snowyspring
25 Jan 2026
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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.
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25 Jan 2026
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“Your health, my son,” The King’s tone shifted, solemn and deliberate. “It has become a matter of grave concern. I believe the time has come for you to be courted and marked, without further delay.”
As an alpha, such bonds were not ordinarily Flins’ burden; yet his case was unlike others. The fae blood that ran within him demanded a bond, a mark to still the madness that slept beneath his ribs. The medicine dulled it, but only a matter of time it would be a bomb for him. At least, that was his father and physician told him all this time.
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Varflins courting.
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- Part 1 of Varflins Alpha x Alpha
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24 Jan 2026