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Bad Ideas are sometimes Good Ideas by ShenanigansOfCookies (BiscuitHD)
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
03 Mar 2026
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A Knights of Favonius and Lightkeepers meeting, figuring out what to do about the Wild Hunt... is boring.
Lohen is going to make this meeting much more fun for himself. It just involves his favorite little birdie, Illuga.
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05 Mar 2026
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“What about you, my love? Do you prefer a boy? A girl?”
Varka hums, seriously pondering the question. “You know I don't mind either, moonlight,” He declares after a while, “But imagine a tiny girl with two moons for her eyes just like yours. She would have beautiful, silky, dark hair that we can put in braids or pigtails!”
"Is that so?” Flins can't help the smile on his lips. “I wouldn't mind either as well. But think about a boy, with blue eyes like the clear sky, hair the color of wheat, and a laughter that brings everyone joy.”
Varka laughs, reaching up to kiss Flins softly. “Then how about twins? A boy and a girl at once?”
Flins smacks his head lightly at that comment. “Certainly, if you don't mind being the one birthing them.”
A day in the life of Flins and one unborn beloved little light.
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27 Feb 2026
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In which Lohen and Illuga have a show of dominance and Lohen manages to corner Illuga...
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24 Feb 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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06 Feb 2026