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Varka tips his head. "What's with the flowers?" he asks. "Got a secret admirer?"
"No," Flins tells him. Another step forward, he holds them out. "They're for you."
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In which Flins tries to court Varka, and Varka takes way too long to realize it.Bookmarked by lemmie
25 Mar 2026
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Grimmjow, and everything bubbling under the surface, and everything that comes after.
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17 Mar 2026
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"I'll what?" Mydei asks.
"You'll—" Phainon's teeth are gritted. His breath comes in harsh pants. He takes a hit to the side, lands one to Mydei's face. "—Take me with you," he finishes. That's the moment when he falters, losing his balance after taking a knee to the gut, glaring furiously but not struggling when he finds himself pinned. His eyes, up close, are frightfully blue.
"You're smiling," he says.
Mydei smiles a little wider. "You'd be wise to assume I'm baring my teeth."
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Mydei fights monsters and travels alone. Emphasis on that last part. That is, until some village boy starts following him around, desperate to get stronger.Bookmarked by lemmie
13 Mar 2026
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“Why do they throw flowers?”
“They’re well-wishes,” Phainon answers. “Crocuses are for new beginnings, cyclamen are for love, colchicum for fidelity. They’re blessing the marriage.”
Mydei’s hand shifts a little lower, warm fingers circling Phainon’s wrist. “Your traditions are terribly sentimental.”
“Romantic,” Phainon corrects. “Just call them romantic.”
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To save his people, Mydei strikes a deal. Aid in exchange for two things: the coreflame of Strife and his hand in marriage.Series
- Part 1 of to the end of this journey
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10 Mar 2026
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Mydei rolls his eyes toward Phainon, tugging on his shoulder. “Lean into me,” he says, ignoring the red flush staining Phainon’s cheeks.
“Sorry.” Phainon adjusts himself, obeying once again. “I just—I didn’t think you’d—”
Mydei narrows his eyes. “It’s just a photoshoot,” he says, as much for Phainon as for himself, because this is the thing of dreams. Of nightmares. Being this close to Phainon, pressed into him, breathing in natural scent of him, is almost too much. “Relax, Deliverer, or you’ll strain something, and then you won’t be able to spar with me tomorrow.”
Phainon and Mydei help Castorice with a photoshoot.
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14 Feb 2026