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Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life by AppleSharon
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
15 Dec 2025
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The low affirmative noise that leaves Flins’ mouth lands on Varka’s lips. “I find myself unable to resist the opportunity to hide in plain sight like Miss Columbina. Your stay here is a fortuitous opportunity to practice.”
“Practice?” Varka pants, still confused but distracted enough by Flins’ clever fingers undoing his belt to care that he’s dumbly repeating what Flins is saying.
“Do you prefer the day,” Flins’ breath ghosts over the shell of Varka’s ear, “or the night?”
On the eve of Moon Prayer Night, Flins visits Varka at the Flagship.
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Reverse the Curse, Turn Back the Clock by Hazel_Athena
Fandoms: One Piece (Anime & Manga)
17 Feb 2025
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“I see your latest mission was successful.”
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"The trouble, in so many words, was this: Han Juwon was a pain in the ass, whip smart and too pretty by far, always pushing every last one of Dongsik's buttons. Which was to say that Dongsik had it bad for him, in a huge, life-altering sort of way."
The first time.
(Such self-indulgence. Porn's at the end!)
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“What’s on your mind this time?” he asks.
That Varka will go with the rising of the sun, that Flins is not canny enough to keep him. “The way your voice sounds right now.”
Varka rumbles with laughter. “My voice is it?” he asks, turning his head to press his lips to Flins’s ear. “And what, exactly, do you like about my voice?”
In the small hours before dawn, Varka attempts to trap Flins with a riddle he can't solve.
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“You don’t feel it, do you?” Flins asks, gesturing towards Varka’s coat.
“Feel what?” Varka currently feels a lot of things beneath his pleasantly-tipsy haze. More specifically, he feels a lot of those things towards Flins, and beams in the Ratnik’s direction all while willing whatever alcohol Flins has been offering him to have its rumoured effect on the obnoxiously-persistent erection he’s been sporting since he looked across the table at Flins’ soft smile.
The smile turns into a smirk as the corner of Flins’ mouth curves further above the large buckled collar of his coat. His pupil-less gold-coloured eyes burn. “The Kuuvahki all around you.”
After exchanging letters for some time, Varka visits Flins at Final Night Cemetery.
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