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that which rips your heart with joy by FallingSand
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
21 Feb 2026
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"Okay," Illuga says in a whisper, then once more as if assuring himself, a steadier squeeze to Flins's hand when he says more sure, more certain: "I'm ready now."
Oh, dear. What an endearing little spark he's found. Flins is half-tempted to pluck a piece of him to devour in entirety. It would be Flins' right, as the holder of this boy's name, and to use up the debt Illuga unknowingly crafted himself.
Perhaps this very night. A fleeting memory for the boy that he will lose over time, anyway, as human memory is wont to do. Flins could simply—nudge that timeline along, quicken its erasure until its sits whole and content in the vessel of his body to taste and experience whenever he may so desire as the years pass, lost to this child, made but a dream or an illusion.
Flins closes his eyes, squeezes gentle, ever so soft against the steady pulse beneath the pads of his fingers as he lets Illuga continue to hold his hand. Waves the idea of taking something away with a rueful craving that will linger long after Flins has returned to his lighthouse and bid the child goodbye.
Flins offers his protection as a marriage price. It really only gets worse for him from there.
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18 Apr 2026
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"My," Flins says, mouth curling upwards, a play at a jesting smile, mirthless despite his internal amusement at the sight of this boy. Such a forward little thing. "I'm honored to hear that I'm such a discussed individual, truly, their gossip paints me as a more interesting individual than I am, in truth."
There's something like a bite of laughter that escapes the boy, hidden and cut off aside from the upward twitch to his mouth. "Is that so?" Illuga questions, not unkind, but not cowing, as he lets his gaze drift from Flins' person to instead drag it along the lighthouse that Flins claims as his abode. "Yet, did you not yourself admit to having few visitors out so far? That seems to be quite solitary, no?"
"You say such as if not every Lightkeeper has their eccentricities." Flins returns, smooth and easy, an interest piquing at the way Illuga's expression shifts into something a little warmer at the mention of the organization. "Indeed," he continues, a teasing bite to his words, "Are you not out at such a late time due to your own eccentricities? After all, I see no reports in your hands."
Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins on what it means to grow attached.
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18 Apr 2026
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Flins's self-imposed isolation once led Illuga to assume a distaste for social obligations, perhaps to avoid small talk with his peers. Far from it. Once the man got going, he never quite stopped. Plenty of late nights by the lighthouse can attest to that.
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Flins is a mystery Illuga has yet to figure out. He'd like to.
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17 Apr 2026
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“Don’t do that again,” Illuga whispered, his voice soft and silky amidst the golden glow of the flames, warmed up by them, sluggish and tinted with the sweet embrace of sleep. “Just, ask for help, next time.” And even quieter, uttered so achingly soft; please.
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17 Apr 2026
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For a man raised to want nothing, Flins finds himself wanting Illuga’s company far too easily. A shared gift, a shared night, and the quiet understanding that neither of them is as untouched as they pretend.
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16 Apr 2026