Justanothertrusfratedmess
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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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24 Mar 2026
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24 Mar 2026
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“I was never drunk,” Flins triumphantly huffs. “I fooled you.”
Varka gawks at him for at least a half a minute before finally recollecting himself. “Ha! I knew it! I knew you were lying!”
“Actually, it seems you did not– considering the fact you carried my unconscious body back to your place,” Flins corrects.
(Or, five times Flins messes with Varka and the one time Varka gets his revenge)
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23 Mar 2026
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Lamplighter (all the times someone thought Flins and Varka were dating each other and the many times they were) by AppleSharon
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
08 Jan 2026
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This particular night, Demyan can’t help but notice that Flins and Varka are still on that first bottle of ice wine, glasses still half-full on the table in front of them. At some point during the night, Varka had eased his entire body into the sofa cushions until he was sprawling over more than half of it, his right thigh and foot pressed up against’ Flins’ own. Varka’s arm is wrapped around Flins’ shoulders and he’s laughing.
The flush in Varka’s cheeks and glimmer of mirth in Varka’s eyes leaves Demyan with the impression that Varka may not have stopped laughing over the past few hours.
Five times someone thought Flins and Varka were dating each other and the one time they were. Six outside perspectives on their relationship across the events of 6.0 and 6.1.
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23 Mar 2026
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“I did not expect to see you work as the Starshyna’s messenger boy,” Varka said with a relaxed, almost all-knowing smile. “What happened to Illuga?”
“Nothing,” Flins said. “The Starshyna you might try to steal him away from the Ratniki. It is more appropriate if I come instead.”
Varka had to find something funny in Flins’s half-truth, laughing first and then tapping his chin pensively. “Is he not afraid of me trying to steal you away? I’ll say, it seems like his judgment isn’t as sharp as he’d want it to be.”
Varka was a very touch-oriented person. Always clapping shoulders, patting backs, or holding onto his friends’ arms when he laughed too hard. Flins wanted to feel that for himself.
But when he had it, it felt shallow. He missed the lingering touches, their feet playing under the table, their hands gravitating towards one another. He wanted Varka to hold him and never let go.
It was a lot to ask because Varka did not belong to the graveyard or to Nod-Krai. He belonged to his family back in Mondstadt, whom he had never spoken to Flins about.
Because for the first time, it was Flins who was temporary—not the other way around.
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20 Mar 2026