The flowers here are used to create bouquets for fans of
🥀 ♤ League of Legends (game)
🪷 ♡ Windbreaker (anime + manga)
🌼 ◇ Neverness To Everness - NTE (game)
🌻 ♧ The Freak Circus (game)
🪻☆ Lohen ( from Genshin)
Written to offer comfort (or hurt?) and create a small bubble of emotional tenderness amid the chaos of everyday life. 💐❤️🖤💐
Here you’ll find DARK THEMES (⚠️), soft comfort, emotional tension, lighthearted moments, and thoughts that were never meant to be shared with anyone - but the Garden listened, and we bring those flowers to you.
🌸 THE FLOWERS (request) 🌸
Requests are open, but please read carefully before sending yours.
To avoid any misunderstandings, this blog has a specific creative focus:
❈ All imagines are written as female reader x male character
❈ Written in second person POV
❈ Focused on emotional comfort, psychological tension, and character dynamics
》 🌷Sensitive themes such as depression, anxiety, or suicidal ideation may be addressed with care and responsibility, never encouraged or romanticized.
》 🩸Caution with thorns 🩸Some works may lean into darker romantic tension, morally complicated dynamics, or horror-like intimacy, always within fictional/fantastical context.
I do not write:
❈ 18+ / smut content
❈ OC’s
❈ Crossovers outside the fandons mentioned
Requests that do not follow these guidelines will be ignored.
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Or
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Or
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》 Fell free to request characters from different fandons in the same request
I’m not writing long chapters / complete and complex scenarios because I’m still recovering from burnout. Later on, I can try to come back to that ~ 🖤🌼
Requests without enough specification may be written in whichever way feels most natural at the time.
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Suggestions and corrections are always welcome ~
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❈ I only added 🪻Lohen because I fell in love with the character and wanted to make my contribution to the content with him (but I don’t know much about the other characters in the game).
Please do not plagiarize or repost my work on other platforms.
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Credits: @saradika-graphics
Thank you for reading this far.
Take a deep breath, slow down — and allow yourself a quiet moment with your comfort character.
could you do 6 - first kiss with Pierrot :3 (where the reader initiates the kiss)
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🌻♧ PIERROT / 6 - FIRST KISS
♧🩸Thorns: obsessive thoughts / physical grip
♧💐 Included flowers: delicate kiss / him hopelessly in love / him asking for more / only fluff
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♧ The moment your lips touch what would be Pierrot’s through the mask, his heart stopped for a second — only to immediately start racing like a maddened beast and make the blood run like fire inside his body.
♧ His pupils narrowed, his face turned red — and every fiber of his body was so sensitive that he felt yours with amplified intensity; even the point where your skin had not touched him seemed touched by you, as if the existence of your flesh reverberated through the air between you and grabbed him, made him burn with your taste in every tiny part of him, making Pierrot’s head spin.
♧ He was intoxicated.
Suffocated.
Drunk, in truth.
You and your warmth seemed to him like a bottle of perfume far too strong that someone had accidentally let fall to the floor, the essence spilled too intensely for the lungs; and now, the shards that reached him pierced him all the way to the soul, cutting a path through the fabric of Pierrot’s existence while permanently writing your name on every part of his being.
♧ This kiss probably did not last more than 5 seconds — you would soon find Pierrot’s brief lack of reaction strange.
Was he still breathing?
As soon as you moved away — only a few centimeters, yes, but to Pierrot it seemed as if a part of his own body was being taken away — he held you, tightening his arms at the sides of your body. You felt his trembling hands, a violent internal struggle between squeezing you and pulling you back and making you become an ingrained part of him, and the delirious desire to become mere malleable mass in your hands, a puppet under the control of your lips.
♧ Pierrot rose over you, seeming taller than usual.
He almost seemed frightening, until you managed to take in the smile from end to end and the red face. The intoxicated eyes, fixed and hungry, shamelessly on your mouth.
♧ He whispers in his usual low voice, forgetting that you are alone.
Pierrot asks you for one more. But he knows he will not be satisfied with only one. He wants another and another and another — all at once, all at the same time, all forever.
♧ Ah, my dear.
You will not be able to get out of Pierrot’s hold easily after this kiss.
I hope you enjoy it! 💐
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The moment(s) they realize they are in love with you (established relationship) with locke??
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You all liked Locke so much - and I liked that so much!
🥀♤ LOCKE / 13 - THE MOMENT THEY REALIZE THEY ARE IN LOVE WITH YOU
♤🩸Thorns: mention of deaths / mention of the reader being injured / mild anguish in Locke
♤ 💐Included flowers: reader being protected by Locke / brief cute domestic scenario / established relationship
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♤ It is when a demon almost took your life by revealing itself and attacking an entire village, and Locke instinctively put his own at risk to save yours as a priority above anything else.
In that moment, he realized: there was no turning back anymore.
Later, you will have realized that he used too much power, abandoned the whole plan in the blink of an eye, became oblivious to any sense of safety.
♤ In more general terms, Locke would not exactly have a striking insight before that. He would find you interesting at some point; would get involved with you naturally, without wanting or expecting much. And then, one day, he would be ready to go all the way to hell to hunt down any demon that tried to threaten you.
♤ I mean, okay, you have been together for a while. Locke knows he feels something more for you, otherwise, he would not be there for half an hour caressing your hair while you doze against his chest in the middle of the afternoon, in the middle of the week.
But the depth of it, the intensity, the reality?, Locke only realizes all at once when your life is put at risk and he prioritizes you above his life or anyone else’s.
Not a blind altruism; it is the idea of seeing you suffer that wounds him more than if he himself were the one being wounded; it is not wanting to see anything but his girl safe, without needing to know lonely pain the way he himself came to know it.
♤ After the whole storm passes — some lives having been lost — and you are there: scratched, wounded, terrified, but THERE, Locke is hugging you with so much strength that you can feel both your own body complain and his tremble lightly; his silence is heavy, cut only by rough breathing, as if the adrenaline were still in his veins, ready to attack everything all over again.
— Locke, I...
— No.
He held you even tighter, and the fingers of both his hands clung to the back of your shirt.
— Never scare me like that again, kitten. Never again.
I hope you enjoy it! 💐
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Thank you for writing my request with Yone, I loved it :). Is it okay to make for a second request? If it is, 16 with Yone again please. Maybe something including the reader running their fingers through his beautiful long hair.
Thank you for your affection here too ~ 🫠❤️🥰
And it is definitely okay to make more requests, dear. Sometimes, that third request of yours is the little stone missing for my inspiration to turn into an avalanche and make me post 5 requests at once hehe ~
Either way, I apologize for the delay. I hope you still enjoy the content! ❤️🖤❤️
🥀♤ Heartsteel!Yone / 16 - LOVE LANGUAGE: RECEIVING AND GIVING
♤🩸Thorns: no one ~
♤💐 Included flowers: caresses / you comforting Yone / pure fluff and softness
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♤ So let’s focus on this love language because, yes, it would be one of Yone’s favorites — when, of course, you were enjoying intimacy alone:
♤ A day full of responsibilities, a talented but chaotic group to manage, fans, staff, contracts, reporters... All of that adding up for days in a row until finally, when Yone manages to get a few minutes at night to lay his head on the couch of the empty studio...
There is your familiar hand running softly through his hair, you sitting there without him even noticing your steps approaching.
Yone reacts little at first; and he certainly does not move away. He lets you entertain yourself slowly with some of the silky strands of his long hair, only remembering that he is still awake because Yone settles himself better to rest his head on your thighs.
He does not even notice your smile, too occupied with the smooth slide of your fingers over his scalp before feeling them slip through the entire length of the strands before returning once again to his head.
Yone loses himself in that constant, predictable rhythm, like a safe shore after a stormy journey through the sea of tasks of his unpredictable day.
You probably already expected him to be sleeping — he does not even notice the gentle smile on your face, as satisfied in giving him that affection as he is in receiving it — until Yone gently holds your wrist, and brings your open palm to his lips, depositing there a lingering, chaste, light kiss. And finally, he murmurs, simultaneously exhausted and too intoxicated by affection to be contained by the filter of reason:
— You are perfect, (___).
I hope you enjoy it! 💐
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Hey queen,not an ask but a check-up from an always awaiting anon. Hope you're recovering from your cold well,sorry to hear about it :( I hope work gets a little less stressful soon,dont pressure yourself to write if you're simply not feeling like it. We can wait,take care of yourself too ♡♡♡ much love!!
Hey, my dear. How are you?
I appreciate your affection and concern 🫠❤️❤️❤️ and I hope you are taking care of yourself too! 🌸💐
Don’t worry, I’m making sure writing never becomes a burden! And that is exactly why I can’t wait to go back to writing.
I’m very sorry for disappearing. I got extremely sick these past few days, and things at work were very demanding, so I wasn’t managing to think of anything decent to answer the requests.
I’ll leave here a small update, along with the intention of returning soon with your requests ❤️
Jester placed both feet inside your room, the small heels giving a soft but firm thud against the wood of the floor. Behind himself, he closed the sliding balcony door, not caring whether that would make noise — he knew it would not be enough to wake you, not even when the lock rattled against the latch.
In the following seconds, the room welcomed him with the silence and the muffled human warmth inside it; it was as if it were welcoming Jester back again, like an old friend.
Jester smiled. You had no idea that he visited you — again — and a part of him took pleasure in your innocence, ingenuity, and fragility; the other wanted to devour you and erase you from existence right there.
How could you be so unaware like that? How could you have dared to occupy so many of his thoughts, and still sleep peacefully as if you were innocent of any wrongdoing? How could such a weak little thing sleep as if there were no predator loose?
Regardless of which side won, Jester advanced toward your bed — direct, certain, without stopping for anything around him.
After all, he already knew every corner of your room, every book on the shelf, every jacket thrown over the chair, every pen on the desk, and every hurried word across the papers there.
He already knew every time you had placed his name on a blank sheet of paper with your already familiar handwriting.
Jester’s hair fell loose like a soft cascade from his shoulders when he leaned over the edge of your bed, the strands only millimeters from your face.
What would your reaction be if you suddenly woke up and found him like that, so close?
Jester smiled as he imagined your frightened expression; maybe he would even be able to hear, from far away, the beats of your terrified heart.
As so many other times, Jester was content with merely scrutinizing your serene face, closed in deep sleep; the slow and noisy breathing, your chest rising and falling in a constant and strangely attractive rhythm — Jester tried to swallow, but he could not digest and get rid of the unsettling sensation of wanting to rest his head there and let himself be lulled by the movement of your chest.
That was ridiculous.
Attractive.
But ridiculous.
The claw of one finger ran along the side of your face, as it did on most nights when he went there. Your nose wrinkled into those expected and almost cute lines — like a puppy trying to hold back a sneeze. Jester did not finish the path to your chin; he did not want to wake you. But he brought the tip of that finger to his lower lip, as if he were thoughtful, when in truth he only wanted to deceive his own curiosity:
What would your taste be like against his lips?
I hope you enjoy it! 💐
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Warning: since I am still working on the divider images for all the characters who will appearon this blog, I haven't had time to make all of them yet. Because of that, in this post, only the IMAGE was made using AI tool - therefore, it is free for personal, non-commercial use.
All the writing is my own work, and therefore, reproducing it without prior permission constitutes plagiarism.
Love the flirting headcanons with Yone! It feels accurate to him. Congrats on your 100 followers, by the way.
15 with Heartsteel Yone again?
Thank you, dear! I am truly grateful, seriously. And I hope I managed to reach the same level here!
Enjoy the reading ~ ❤️🌸
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🥀♤ HEARTSTELL!YONE / 15 - KISSING
♤ Yone loves kissing you, but the frequency with which he does it is not proportional to how much he loves it.
And that makes every moment of the kiss even more pleasant for him — Yone ends up being drawn in by the gratification of finally having the chance to kiss you in that moment.
♤ It is mainly because of his occupation with Heartsteel; he is far too responsible to postpone his tasks with the group and the recordings.
Do not be too hard on him if Yone does not give you more than a quick peck for several days in a row — he truly wants to linger and enjoy the moment, and he will make up for it as soon as he can; he only needs your patience and understanding.
♤ Besides that, Yone values discretion — and the media around the two of you makes him even more attentive to it.
Yone does not want the media turning your relationship into something vulgar, superficial, or a cheap product.
♤ Yone always gives a soft smile when he receives a kiss from you on the cheek as you pass by him while he is busy. It is like opening a window to let fresh air into a suffocating room.
♤ Yone almost never asks for a kiss. Maybe that is a flaw?
He may be burning with longing for it, but Yone will not say a single word about it, only wait for the next moment he considers appropriate.
With time, you begin to notice a few hints: his eyes seek yours more often across the room, his hands brush against yours more frequently when you meet. Always discreet, always careful not to cross or force boundaries.
♤ Kisses with Yone always begin slowly, as if he were savoring something too precious to consume all at once.
It may seem like he is testing you, but believe me, Yone simply likes to savor every second of the softness of your lips being led by his.
♤ Yone is always more inclined to pull you in to kiss you when you are alone, usually at the end of the afternoon or the beginning of the night. There is nothing more relaxing for him than having your weight against his chest, the room lights low, and the kisses stretching out slow, interrupted; few words; your sighs muffling the distant sound of nighttime traffic.
♤ Yone knows how to keep the balance between the intense and the delicate; he knows how to kiss you with a passion that makes your knees tremble, but he can do it without taking it into a lascivious tone.
He does not do it on purpose; Yone is not trying to make you sigh on purpose — intoxicated with passion. It is natural; it is simply Yone’s way of making external what he feels for you, but what is usually kept beneath his characteristic silence and discretion.
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Thank you so much for the 100 followers event!I’m really happy with all the requests and affection 🩷💐
I’ll keep writing the remaining ones you can check!
If you arrived during the event, welcome to the garden 🖤❤️🌸
Soon, I will update the masterlists, both the event link and the ones that still have wrong links (like the League of Legends one, I know, I’m sorry for the delay in fixing it there).
Once again, thank you for every reblog, like, and comment. Every little petal you give me makes my day happier! 🥰❤️
Hii idk if this is allowed but i was wondering if i can request:
9 confession, 18 jealousy, 29 pet names all for Pyke (league of legends)?
i just really love pyke and it's hard to find x reader stuff for him <3 ty
I understand you, dear. I love Pyke a lot too, and all I want most is more [x reader] content with him too. Especially SFW content; I love the exploration of the contradiction between [dangerous men] / [soft and true love] 🫠😍
I chose only one of the numbers so as not to be unfair to the other requests, okay?
I would love to write everything for Pyke, and if you have any other request, the ask box is open!
Even so, with prompt 29, I hope you like it! ❤️🌸
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🥀♤ PYKE / 29 - PET NAMES
♤ He does not exactly have pet names for you.
In truth, it is almost a rarity for Pyke to even call you by your name — a nickname, then?, not even to mention.
♤ It is not that he thinks it is ridiculous or cheesy.
Pyke does not even have an opinion about it.
He simply does not care.
Not even a little — that is what it seems like; that is what he believes.
♤ Pyke, when addressing you, simply comes up and speaks.
♤ Sometimes he sees you as a little fish.
In the earthly sea, among the schools of people, once he had analyzed you carefully, Pyke could not get out of his head the image of a defenseless fish among sharks.
Yes. He does not have the habit of calling you by pet names, but in his head, the idea of a little fish will echo whenever Pyke finds you lost out there.
Once in a while, he even lets it slip, mainly at times when the voices in his head are strangely less noisy.
— You shouldn’t be here, little fish.
Or
— What is this, little fish?
Or
— I’ve seen monsters the size of islands, little fish. You are not going to scare me with this.
Or
— Little fish... This is ridiculous.
But, again, this is rare.
♤ Do not be hurt by him not having this form of affection. I guarantee that, in compensation, the few times that rough and deep voice calls your name, every hair on the back of your neck will stand up.
And when Pyke lowers his voice even more, in a deeply serious tone, and calls you by your nickname? Oh, heavens. Maybe you melt right there and Pyke will not even understand why.
♤ The first time YOU called him by some affectionate nickname like that, Pyke froze; it was the strangest thing he could expect from you — and he already thought it was VERY strange that you insisted on saying you were in love with him.
Pyke, that day, slowly turned toward you as if he were about to face an unknown abyssal creature, analyzing you from head to toe, finding it strange that you thought that kind of thing suited him.
♤ He does not know how to say whether he likes it or not.
It is strange and uncomfortable, without a doubt.
But coming from you, it makes something turn over inside him, warm and pleasant — and because of that, almost despicable.
But Pyke does not argue; a harmless little fish calling him “love” is almost comical.
♤ Repeating: Pyke does not care much. And the little internal reaction it causes in him, Pyke does not let show so easily.
You can be as sugary as you want with the nicknames you give him, Pyke will do little more than raise an eyebrow at some of them — but he will answer to any one you call him by.
I’m sorry for the delay, but I hope you like it! ❤️🌸
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🥀♤ LOCKE / 18 - JEALOUSY
♤ Before an established relationship, Locke carries his own jealousy with irony toward you:
- Oh, dear. Are you already replacing me with another?
- We are not together, Locke.
- Are you really going to keep up that charm?, how cute.
Or then:
- ... You like THAT type of guy? At this rate I won’t even need to try very hard.
And even:
- It’s dangerous to walk around alone, you know?
- But I was with...
- Yeah, yeah. I know. The same as being alone, dear.
♤ After you are in a relationship, jealousy and protection mix a little.
And, without even realizing it himself, a spark of insecurity also adds itself to the jealousy if you happen to show some correspondence to that other guy beyond innocent casualness.
Since childhood, Locke got used to being perceived by the others around him more as a weapon than as a person.
I mean, you really do see the man in him and not only the lethal weapon specialized in killing demons, right?
.
.
.
Right?!
♤ Even after you are together, Locke still does not let the jealousy weigh on you.
♤ He does feel jealousy, yes, and to his own displeasure, Locke feels it more than he would like or imagined he would feel.
Even so, he mostly keeps it safe, away from the sunlight, hidden behind relaxed and easygoing ironies.
♤ A deeper degree in the seriousness of this jealousy is when Locke starts speaking lower and closer to you after the usual irony.
Something like:
- I almost thought you had forgotten that you came out with me.
And after getting closer to caress your cheek — disguising that, this way, he was “cleaning” the spot on your skin where the other guy had greeted you with a kiss — Locke lowers his voice, tilting his head and staring at you with one eyebrow raised above his glasses:
- Better establish some boundaries with that guy, don’t you think? I wanted to do that myself, but you are much kinder than I am with these things.
♤ The deepest step of jealousy is when Locke simply says nothing. No irony. No joke. No warning at all.
He simply stands there, serious, staring at you and staring at the other guy; even with his gaze hidden by the lenses of his glasses, it is possible to be certain of the displeasure Locke is feeling in that moment.
This is the worst one because he closes himself off. It is the last stage after all the provocations and ironies. It is the most delicate point to make him turn back, because if it reached that point, it means that at some moment you had to voluntarily cross some boundary; you were the one who deliberately fed some less innocent interaction; you were the one who sought something you should not have been seeking there.
♤ Now, if the one who crossed the boundary was the other guy, well, what can be done?, just breathe in relief when Locke appears speaking casually with you, louder than necessary, passing an arm around your shoulder or waist and placing his own body as a barrier between the two of you; meanwhile he pushes the other guy back, with much more force than necessary; Locke meets his gaze only once, the glasses resting low on his nose, the coldness of his blue irises sending a shiver down the other’s spine.
Locke, now, is not joking.
But you do not need to be scared; after the situation is resolved, Locke is over you much more explicitly worried than usual, wanting to check if you are okay, if the guy really did nothing against you — physically or morally.
Locke will insist and prolong this subject until he is convinced that you were not hurt in absolutely anything.
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Woo! Congrats on one hundred followers!! Can't wait to see you hit a thousand some day like I know you will >;] but until then,congratulations! You deserve the followers you've earned,and I'm happy to see your blog grow! ♡♡♡
But okay,(not) enough glazing aside,can I get number 7 with Viego? I'll most likely send in another ask tomorrow and the day after to keep ya busy (lovingly ofc,no pressure) but for now,that's all! Take your time,take it easy,and congrats again!
Did you think I had forgotten your request? Never. It took a while, but here we finally are.
Thank you for all your love and affection, dear 🥰🤧❤️ And don’t worry, it is an honor to receive your requests ~
Let’s not delay any longer, here it is ~ 🌹❤️
Enjoy these moments with our favorite Ruined King:
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🥀♤ VIEGO / 7 - FLIRTING
🩸 Thorns: ⚠️ unhealthy relationship / obsessive and possessive love
♤ Viego does not exactly have a “way” of flirting, even because, the moment Viego falls in love, you ARE his, so I do not believe there is much time left for that period of flirting.
♤ Viego’s “flirting” is, in truth, the open declaration he makes to you when he wants to express his obsessive love for you.
♤ Viego’s "flirting" is the remaining courtship of what he learned at court when he was still alive.
It is cornering you between a wall and black mist when you barely know each other yet, but he already has your name engraved in his heart, and placing your trembling hand in his firm and cold hand, and bringing your fingers to his lips and calling you not by your name, but by the title with which Viego sees you: “my queen.”
♤ In other words, it is not really flirting.
♤ It is a direct and transparent expression — even if distorted and obsessive — of the love Viego now has for you.
For him, it is as if you were already lovers, long-time spouses; there is no relationship to “begin” between the two of you because, for Viego, you have already been connected since forever — distance and time and the passage through death were mere details that did not influence at all the fact that you, in Viego’s conception, already belong to him.
♤ But the courtship is constant. Natural. For Viego, it is almost a vital obligation, like breathing.
He needs to make it very clear to you, frequently, that you are the gravity that keeps together the fragments of his shattered and shadowy world.
♤ One of Viego’s favorite gestures is exactly greeting you by kissing the back of your hand, and, while adjusting his posture again after the courtesy, he pulls you closer and wraps your waist with one of his arms, spinning you around as if in a dance step from old balls.
It is quick and fluid, light and skillful despite the firm grip; it does not last more than five seconds and Viego is soon returning you to your original position. But he loves the intimacy of it — he loves your smile, exclusive to him in those moments alone.
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I was so anxious and so scared to post this — a character I love so much, but who, deep down, is so complex that he kept me busy for days writing so little.
I truly hope you like it ~
☆ Thorns: no one
☆ Flowers included: Lohen beginning to fall in love / reader still unaware of Lohen's feelings
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☆ So discreet when the attraction toward you begins that only after the signs repeat themselves over and over again would someone more used to Lohen’s presence begin to notice that he pays more attention to you than he should.
A shift of his gaze focused on you during some patrol or while walking through the city.
When you pass through the hallway where he is, bored, leaning against the wall while tossing his dagger upward and catching it back in his hand, and Lohen holds it still instead of making it spin in the air once more — his attentive gaze follows you, and Lohen only returns to what he was doing when you disappear from sight.
☆ He denies being interested in you — but denies it with his eyes fixed on you while he walks and you are distracted in the distance.
Depending on who is with him — and on how bored the subject makes him — Lohen does not mind letting it show that his main attention is on what you are doing in the background.
However, when his companion gives up on talking to Lohen and tries to leave to solve with another superior whatever needs to be solved, they will immediately be surprised by the dagger flying close to their hand already on the door handle.
Lohen’s eyes are still fixed on you.
— I’ll take the camp in the south. Gather the forces to deal with what is being raised in the north. If Varka has problems in the southwest, I’ll get there in time to solve the problem.
Well, at least Lohen was listening to every word of the conversation.
☆ Absolutely: an eagle eye on you while you go on with your tasks during the day. He absorbs the details about you and still does what he needs to do naturally.
Discreet and efficient.
Fast and effective.
☆ Once, you crossed paths in one of the hallways. He was leaving a meeting with Varka, you were entering to deliver some papers.
Trying to make space for Lohen and two other knights to pass, you bumped into the nearby furniture and the decorative vase wobbled.
It was already halfway to the floor and you were already expecting the loud crash of shards when... Nothing.
With grace and agility, Lohen reaches the vase and returns it to its place as if his reflexes were a mere triviality.
He greeted you with an ironic comment without being cruel — not as he could be. What Lohen expects — with his attentive gaze — is your reaction: he wants to know if you get embarrassed or feel confronted, if he hits your pride or some insecurity.
He amuses himself even more if you try to hide any reaction, if you try to act indifferent or merely “professional.”
Lohen sees through your mask and is satisfied by being able to penetrate your social defenses.
☆ He questions himself deeply about why he is so interested in you if you are... Normal.
If he has to spend five more minutes observing you while you have done nothing interesting all day besides solving everyday situations, Lohen feels like he will doze off from boredom leaning against that very post.
He forces himself to leave, but it irritates him how much effort he needed to make — a part of Lohen seemed willing to suffer deep boredom in exchange for being able to continue contemplating you.
☆ Lohen may, until then, not have gone after you; he believes he has no reason to distract himself with you and these feelings while there is an entire world of enemies to hunt out there.
☆ Please, let a romantic interest appear in your life. Lohen will love having a “rival” to compete against.
It certainly would not be a competition to win you over — not directly, not intentionally.
Maybe he does not have much to do at first, especially if the guy is only an ordinary civilian; but things change in tone if that guy joins the Knights of Favonius: Lohen will certainly have a new target to experiment with.
☆ (The deepest part of him wishes that you would see and witness his true personality in action, at its peak — and not run away. However, this early on, he does not want to scare you)
Lohen will play with you and test you, and infiltrate your life without formally asking permission, but every step is calculated, both in how much he shows you and in how much he allows you to see.
☆ You will know that Lohen has a different or exclusive interest in you when you notice that he always opens doors for you when he has the chance.
But only for you.
Any other person who comes right after you, Lohen pretends not to have seen: he closes the door immediately — and, depending on who it is, he may still make an ironic comment about that person not paying attention or not having enough reflexes to deal with a door.
At that moment, the smile he gives you is gentle. And when he opens his eyes as he turns his back and leaves, the reddish glow in his irises is intense enough to cause a shiver of worry in your conscience — it is like the gaze of a beast circling its prey in the middle of the night, undecided whether such interest is hunting instinct from hunger or a threatened ego.
May I request 19 - caring for you when sick with Doctor (TFC), please? ^^
Thank youuuu ❤️🌸
I was very happy to see a request for Doctor, but I’m posting it with concern, because he has always been the hardest character in the game for me to “read” (and he has always scared me a little! Haha).
But I hope you like it!
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DOCTOR / 19 - Them taking care of you when you are sick
🩸Thorns: noncon medical content / Doctor being invasive
♧ He knew there was something wrong with you even before you noticed the first symptoms.
(Yes, Doctor monitors several of your vital signs while you sleep.
Yes, he has already collected a syringe of your blood while you slept — his excitement with that red liquid certainly woke you up, but that is a story for another post.)
♧ Doctor was not exactly interested in curing you at first. Before anything else, he is fascinated by how a human body can easily be brought down by something the eyes cannot even see with the naked eye.
♧ A good part of the time you spend in his tent, Doctor seems to be studying you more than taking care of you.
Questions and more questions are asked, and up to that point, everything is fine. You will start to feel uncomfortable and worried when Doctor begins a monologue about absurd ideas to return you to your healthy state — and even more absurd are the theories he makes about the consequences of a virus or bacterium that has had its action effect amplified.
♧ He becomes more and more dissatisfied with your state of health when he realizes how this is truly withering his favorite object of study — you.
♧ Do not expect soup in bed, or medicine on the bedside table, or a warm towel on your forehead. In the first times, Doctor treats your illness more like a biological rival to be analyzed and overcome.
♧ But, hey, do not make that face. He gets better with time.
♧ Maybe he is not so gentle when handing you the pills at the right time, but Doctor will make a point of being the one monitoring your medication religiously, and he will bring along an appropriate drink to help you swallow the medicine.
♧ He also learns that keeping you covered and cozy speeds up the recovery of your weakened body, so he is frequently adjusting the blankets under your chin, always moving the hair away from your forehead to monitor your temperature.
♧ He becomes more inclined to attend to your affectionate whims, especially if you convince him that “this will help bring the fever down, want to see?”
There. He will be letting you lower his hood and play with his hair.
Or then, “we needed to confirm whether this will help or not.”
Soon after, Doctor is letting you nestle against him while you massage his scalp, or stroke his back.
— I do not see where this makes sense.
— How not? See. My cough even stopped!
♧ Doctor is NOT happy at all with you going to a hospital or to any other doctor — another person evaluating you, monitoring you (and touching you?!).
No.
Absolutely not.
He is not at all satisfied with this.
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Waaa congrats on 100 followers!!! You definitely deserve it!! ♥️🫶🎉
And since I saw you’re doing a writing event to celebrate it, could I request “6 - First Kiss” with Jhin, please?
Thank you, dear!
And I need to admit that I never imagined that a First Kiss with Jhin would leave me thirsty for more of this subject myself — again, thank you for that too 😂🩷
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6 - First Kiss: Jhin
♤ OMG, how to choose a first kiss option for Jhin?
Simply, he would spend as much time as he could visualizing it, living it internally, correcting flaws, making it perfect...
♤ Not romantically perfect the way we are used to in books and movies. Jhin would not like such a predictable cliché.
♤ He does not want only the kiss — Jhin wants to be engraved in your memory in such a way that, even if he himself ends up dead, he remains alive in your mind in a way no other man could ever occupy that place.
♤ Secondly, Jhin wants the sensation. Not only the mark in your memory, in your recollections, but he wants to mark your emotional memory too.
He does not worry only about the kiss, Jhin will set up the whole scene: from the environment around you, to the scent that will surround you both, to the light under which you will be standing — or not.
♤ ( I cannot find enough words to summarize the abyss of passion that Jhin intends to engrave into you with only one kiss.)
♤ Having said all of that — and still saying so little — the first kiss with Jhin is extremely variable, because the favorite unknown, in this case, is you.
Jhin will depend entirely on YOUR particular taste — only that way will he be able to break you at the right point until he draws out that surrendered sigh or moan; the intoxicated shine in your gaze without needing any substance, only his lips dancing sensually and carefully against yours.
♤ It would be possible to write an encyclopedia of options, but let’s finish with one that comes as a consequence of Jhin’s longing not only to kiss you, but also to engrave himself into you:
The first kiss could easily be orchestrated to happen in the middle of a catastrophe, in the middle of a living painting designed with cold bodies and scattered blood; in the middle of an ambush; in the middle of a not-accidental encounter where you end up cornered in the middle of the night.
After all, if a burning passion can brand his name into your soul, imagine the depth with which Jhin would mark you if the adrenaline of suspense — or fear? — joined that passion?
💐
(I imagined so many variable possibilities depending on the type of reader that this would turn into an entire saga if I did not hold the ideas back with a rope 😂)
Congrats on 100 followers!! I would like to request 7 with Heartsteel Yone :)
Thank you, dear ❤️❤️❤️
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7 - Flirting - Yone!Heartsteel
♤ Discreet. VERY discreet.
♤ Is it possible to flirt with a look? With Yone, you will find out that yes, it is.
Not that seductive look, or one so intense that it embarrasses or flusters you, but an attentive look that makes the entire rest of the room disappear and gives you the certainty, deep in your soul, that Yone is paying attention to you — and exclusively to you.
♤ Do not expect anything too shameless or explicit.
♤ Yone starts getting closer to you through small details — showing up with your favorite coffee, with snacks from your favorite bakery, the most recent song from your favorite artist that he is listening to and calls you to listen to as well.
(You probably would not identify it as flirting, but Ezreal and Sett are going insane and tormenting Yone about it for days.)
♤ It is not that he does not know or understand these things, he just would not like or waste time with more... superficial conversations.
♤ Likewise, more open and shameless flirting coming from you may make him blush a little or smile discreetly.
But, dear, if you want to make this man’s heart sink in his chest and make him swallow hard, praise him sincerely, with recognition of some deeper detail of something he did.
Letting Yone understand that you are paying attention to him behind the scenes, away from the eyes of the public, but in a discreet and silent intimacy... That, yes, will make him freeze for a few seconds and leave him at a complete disadvantage.
♧ Thorns: Graphic description of violence and wounds (gore?) / blood / murder / ⚠️ unhealthy relationship
♧ Flowers included: There was someone there. Pierrot could feel it — but he could not allow it.
He could not let anything reach you.
Now, covered in blood once again, Pierrot wonders: would you run away after seeing his monstrous side?
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Your eyes opened so suddenly that it was as if your body had sensed the problem before your consciousness could even deduce that there was one.
It was not common, but sometimes Jester allowed Pierrot to spend the night there, with you, when there was no performance at the circus. What the two of you had could not exactly be called a “relationship,” but the strange attraction that creature exerted over you was enough to give him permission to entangle himself more and more in your life — especially because, otherwise, Pierrot would invade your personal space even if you tried to deny him.
So, you were already used to the dense and heavy warmth of having him clinging to you during the night. The loud breathing always too close to your ear. The sharp tips of his teeth brushing your skin as delicately as possible in an unusual and intoxicating caress that always led you to fall asleep.
But, in that early morning, the cold must have been the desperate hand waking you up, encouraged by the petrifying silence — like that silence that preceded the arrival of the monster in horror movies.
Something was breathing outside your room. A sound that mixed breathing and growling in the same breath of air.
Low.
Rhythmic.
Like a beast trying to calm itself.
As soon as the door opened, and you could immediately glimpse the living room, you called:
— Pierrot?
It was strange for him not to be glued to you; nestled, rough, and needy against your chest. Clumsy and desperate. It certainly was not normal for Pierrot not to be circling the same environment you were in.
The door finished opening with a low creak, seeming to gently invite you to follow the movement of the sound and find the open window in the living room, the curtains fluttering, the partial glow of the moon competing with the streetlights to seep into the room and color with vivid tones the morbid carnage Pierrot had starred in on your sofa, floor, and walls.
With his back to you, his shoulders rising and falling with that heavy and loud breathing, he seemed unaware of your slow and trembling approach. The circus outfit had gained thick stains of more red — but, this time, literally, a living red, certainly still warm, in several spots still dripping and increasing the sticky puddles that spread across the floor and carpet with their viscous and glossy slide.
— Pier... rot?
You called in a thread of voice; the same tone as a small child before a scene her innocence had not yet learned how to interpret.
He took a while to answer you. And that gives you time to keep staring at him — to keep staring at the living painting set up in the heart of your house.
The blood there was still fresh because it had not yet finished draining entirely from the bodies that had once contained it.
Near Pierrot’s feet, a young man was lying down, his eyes wide and frightened — his left cheek partially torn away, his jaw exposed straight to the bones — staring at you from the floor as if he were trying to warn you about the atrocity he had come across. One of his feet was too far away from the other; the other knee, turned at an impossible angle for any use.
A cold that did not come from the window ran through your body when you realized: that head and those legs were too far apart. Torso and feet no longer connected by the same spine.
— Pierrot...
Your voice was now choked.
Frightened. And now, yes, it caught his attention.
— My lady?
Pierrot turned partially in your direction.
It would have been better if he had not done that.
There was another one in Pierrot’s hands. The arm hanging by a stubborn connection of muscle and flesh; the hole in the chest, opened by claws with such violence that it caused shivers just to imagine Pierrot’s fingers buried there.
When he met your eyes, Pierrot’s were nothing more than two yellow points lost in a black hole behind the bloodied mask.
Pierrot let the body fall to the floor as soon as he noticed your look of panic. In a few steps, he crossed the distance — bloody footprints left along the way.
— My lady?
He held you by the shoulders.
In a trance, your head moved in attention to the movement of the curtain again.
The curtain was moving.
Wind.
The window was open.
That was why it was strange.
Pierrot did not come in through the window. Not after you accepted him and insisted that he use the front door.
No, Pierrot did not know how to open the window.
— My lady...?
His eyes returned to the glossy and large yellow orb. He seemed confused, but he was scanning every inch of your face — your shock much more worrying than his own shock.
“Yesterday they tried to break into my apartment.”
The voice of the downstairs neighbor sounded so clear in your mind that you had the impression she was there on your sofa, sitting, caressing her beloved and spoiled gray cat.
“The police said they had spotted two young men roaming the area. But they still haven’t managed to get anything.”
The gray cat jumped from her lap and stretched over a mutilated leg.
“Truly incompetent. We are not safe even inside our homes. Who is going to protect us from being attacked? Kitty, stop that right now.”
The gray cat rubbed its face against the disheveled hair of one of the dead men, purring.
— My lady?!
Pierrot shook you by the shoulders. How he hated that. Did that hurt you? He hated hurting you.
Your eyes blinked as if you were coming out of a trance, turning to him at first, but Pierrot still had to be patient while you, soon after, stared at the surrounding environment, as if you had not even realized you were in your own house.
— You protected me, didn’t you?
Your voice was so clean, so crystalline — so enthralling. But Pierrot had already observed humans enough to know that, considering your paleness and distant gaze, your voice should not be so calm.
— I just... I didn’t...
Pierrot suddenly felt sulky.
Constrained. Cornered. What had he done?
Would you abandon him?
Were you disgusted by him?
Did you hate him now?
Those questions made his mind spin. It felt like he was feeling nauseous.
You should not have seen him like that.
You could not leave him.
He would not let you leave him.
He would...
— Pierrot, dear, did they break into the house?
The affectionate nickname stopped all the desperate and sudden — and violent — thoughts that had violated Pierrot’s mind in those few moments.
You smiled at him. You touched Pierrot’s bloodstained face; his knees trembled, and as soon as he noticed the permissiveness of the touch, Pierrot curved himself in that direction.
— They... appeared out of nowhere. They said something about searching. They must have heard something. I did not want to wake you, my lady; you were so beautiful sleeping. But they heard. And they talked about silencing anyone. They said it was just a woman who lived here. That they could handle it. I’m sorry, my lady, I did not want to dirty your carpet, nor your sofa, without your blanket, nor...
— Shhh...
Your thumb caressed the cheek of the mask. Pierrot’s eyes closed with the gesture, groaning something, frustrated and pleased at the same time, his knees bending until they met the floor, surrendered to the so subtle and comfortable warmth of your hand.
He wanted so much for you to give him more.
He wanted so much for you to run your fingers through the strands of his hair, lightly scratching his scalp, pulling softly to tangle your fingers even more among the strands. Would it be inconvenient for him to ask you that now? Pierrot very much wanted you lying down, playing with his hair. He very much wanted you teasing him with your smile and giving him much more affection than he had imagined asking you for at the beginning of the night.
You swallowed dryly.
You knew about this other side of Pierrot.
Jester had warned you.
Heavens, he had almost threatened you about it.
It was obvious that this would happen someday. You knew that. You always knew.
You preferred, of course, to live in the illusion that it would never happen. But reality had knocked on your door with the truth you were trying to deny.
— They were going to hurt you, my lady. I swear they... I swear I...
You continued caressing Pierrot’s cheek with your thumb, until you realized that you were distractedly smoothing and smearing one of the bloodstains.
The palm of your hand was already covered in blood. Just like all of Pierrot’s clothing.
— We are going to have to clean this mess, yes?
He noticed how your gaze was fixed on your hand on his face.
— Together.
You seemed to be talking to yourself, still caressing Pierrot’s face, still rubbing the bloodstain over the white mask.
