Hello everyone I'm back with another faelight fic and this time it is a Modern Teyvat AU fic, taking place in an era that rather mirrors the end of WW2 and beginning of Cold War in the real world.
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Modern Teyvat AU, No Magic, Flins is not a fae, Flins is called Kirill, Slow Burn (but not that slow i promise), Violence, Sex, Political Intrigue, Top Flins/Bottom Illuga, references of past lives, Illuga POV
Chapters: 8/?
Summary:
Nod Krai, the Elysium with its gates open to all - where loyalties are sold cheaper than bread and the currents of society firmer than the icy hand of the Tsaritsa. In this corrupted Elysium, there is Illuga - a man with a secret and nowhere to place his trust. And what could such a man do in this forsaken hellscape, aside from selling his soul to one who would devour it whole?
OR
A mission gone wrong found Illuga believing himself marked for death, but in waltzed his savior with molten gold for eyes and a cape dark like smoke, along with a test against his heart and loyalties.
(Art by me. Pls tell me yall see the faelight symbolism in here or I'd implode T^T)
Sneak Peek:
The same crimson figure that had eluded Illuga before now appeared before them. And he saw its true form in all its dreadful glory, a form that had plagued his dreams for years on end, a form that had stepped straight out of his nightmares.
“Apologies, I am afraid there is little choice we have.”
Illuga glanced upwards, seeing only the faintest outline of the other man’s side profile, and the next second, two arms enveloped him in an embrace and a sharp, shattering sound crackled all around.
The floor gave way beneath his feet. Then, they were tumbling through the air in a flurry of whipping hair and blustering gales, the sparkle of a thousand glass shards like a sky of stars falling around them.
“Not too bad for a first meeting, I suppose?”
The sentence was almost lost to the wind, just as discs of glowing amber met his gaze, narrowed in amusement.
And all Illuga remembered was a smile pressed into his hair.
A lonely light with a flame so blue, a righteous soul with a heart of gold. When the prisoner of night finally beholds dawn's first glow, how could he ever forget a warmth so tender and real?
OR
Illuga falls first but Flins falls harderrrr
A sneak peek:
Flins’ eyes flicked to the name on the stone.
Ah. Olsson.
Illuga sank his face in his palms, saying nothing.
Flins walked over, draped his coat over arms covered in gooseflesh, and sat down beside the wordless man.
It drew a response from Illuga finally, and he lifted his head from his hands, his eyes red and filmy with moisture, “Why do you do this? Why? I—” His voice broke, grief choking him.
“There is no need to walk this path alone. Won’t you allow me to be beside you, even if it is just for tonight?”
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