"Sleep, close your eyes. Yon golden slumber summons thee, wandering sand. Drink not that bitter salt water, for the sorrows of tomorrow have gone away.”
lohen would be so annoying using his vision on you …
- he would def use his cryo vision to suddenly cool his body to give you a sudden lil scare haha
- he’s got his arms wrapped around you (a bit too tightly, does he want to suffocate you??) and his face resting against the side of your neck. he’s warm and surprisingly calm, so you think it’s best to let him stay this way to keep the quiet >_>
- suddenly you feel a cold breath start to brush against your sensitive neck, and you immediately tense
- the way he laughs at your reaction makes you fume… steam coming out of your ears and everything… so much heat is rising to your cheeks you forgot all about his now cold touch
- “awww… what’s wrong, sweet thing? you look so worked up.” he’s got that smug tone to his voice that lets you know he is fully aware of what he’s doing. he just wants to taunt you further and rub salt on the wound (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾
- he likes watching you shudder and shiver… he finds such behaviors very cute coming from you
- what he likes more is to watch you try and get some type of revenge on him (which never works out the way you want it too anyway)
- you would try to smack him or tackle him to some kind of surface, but he simply moves out of the way to watch you nearly trip over air
- you sure do enjoy making him laugh, don’t you? he almost feels sorry for doing this to you…
- unluckily for you, the temperature around you has also dropped a few degrees (definitely not his doing) and your clothes certainly don’t seem thick enough to shield you!
- so, as an apology, why don’t you let him warm you up?
- come on, he’s offering so nicely with the politest smile he could muster!! nevermind that it’s probably another one of his tricks to get you closer, you don’t wanna keep on shivering, do you?
thinking abt lohen who likes to play dirty to get you beneath him…
we all know lohen loves fighting, and he’d love it even more if you agree to spar with him!
he cares about you a lot though, so he makes sure to go easy on you ^_^ he doesn’t want to accidentally injure his favorite sparring partner
it gives him an intoxicating thrill watching your reactions and the way you get all sweaty and out of breath from exertion gets him even more excited…
he is insatiable!!! he will taunt you, saying things like “is that all you’ve got? and i was already going easy on you…” on purpose so that you’d get riled up and want to continue fighting because of his mouthiness that tempts you to try and shut him up >_>
maybe he even offers to teach you a few moves? it’s definitely not just an excuse for him to touch your warm skin… he’s just making sure your posture is correct!
you don’t understand him. he’s quite strange under you like this, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling with satisfaction. you’ve never met anyone more happy to lose to you than he was…
he seemed so weakened like this. it should be okay to let your guard down now… but it’s still enjoyable to finally win one of your little sparring matches for once.
you were about to brag and taunt him for it, until he suddenly decided to take advantage of your relaxed state.
in a few seconds, he had you beneath him instead. the blush on his cheeks seemed to intensify as he stared down at you with dilated pupils.
“looks like i still have a few things i should teach you…” a cocky smirk appears on his lips as he looks over your figure, his eyes darkening at the sight. “…never let your guard down around me.”
he whispered into your ear in a low, intimate voice. you shuddered from the feeling of his breath against your earlobe.
“i can think of a few ways to make sure such a lesson sticks with you!” the darkness from his demeanor seems to vanish instantly, and he’s back to being that unsettling type of cheerful. “though looking at you now… you don’t seem to mind being under my mercy. you’re all mine to do with as i please now, silly thing.” he teased, pinching your cheek.
and he was right. somehow in the midst of this, you’d forgotten all about the revenge you were planning for all of his taunts. perhaps you’ll forgive it this time, if only to have a smug, satisfied lohen staring down at you like this… ＼＼\٩(๑`^´๑)۶//／／
sorry guys ik this was kinda butt… i haven’t written anything in quite a while but i love lohen!!! my little baby… also sorry if he seems a bit ooc this is my first time writing him lol
assuming you were also alive during the belyi tsar’s rule, you two would have a very long shared history. perhaps if you were also a noble fae, you would see him in the various balls and events that were held … he may have even talked to you a few times! especially since he’s intrigued to see a fae exactly like him amongst the various types of snowland fae that reside here hehe… he is definitely very curious about you, and eventually subtly tries to court you …
but it was unfortunate timing as his attempts were interrupted by the fall of the belyi tsar and the cataclysm :(
you two were separated and he witnesses the fall of those he loved. in the end, he puts himself in a deep slumber with just one wish in his heart, that being you were safe.
centuries pass, and now it is modern day where he has been awoken by a lightkeeper’s determination not too long ago. he reminisces on the shared moments you had together, and he can’t help but wonder where you are now … if you were even still alive.
one night, as he was wandering around in nod krai to cleanse any of the wild hunt that might’ve been roaming nearby, he spots a familiar figure. that flame of yours … he remembers it very clearly. and so he follows that flame, fending off a wild hunt monster just as it was about to strike you from a blind spot. from the look on your face, it seems you recognize him as well.
he gets his chance to reunite with you!! usually he’s not the chattiest person around, but suddenly he just has endless stories to tell. it’s been so long, after all. he’s dreamed of catching up with you for a long time, and he can now put his worries aside knowing you’re safe and alive.
he finally has the opportunity to continue courting you …
this isn’t always a good thing, since he has some peculiar ways of showing you his affection.
sure, he gives you gifts and offers to walk you during late nights.
but then he starts asking to feel your wings, play with those pointed ears, and even merge your flames for a moment …
“is there something so wrong about me wanting to see those wings of yours? surely you must know that out of everyone, id be most knowledgeable and experienced when it comes to matters regarding the wings of a fae. at least let me take a glance at them, hmm? you seemed so comfortable with letting me indulge in these parts of you in the past, dearest.”
flins tilts his head at you, a small pout on his lips. he must be doing this on purpose! his eyes were just so pitiful in this moment… you were so tempted to give in, especially when he paired all of this with that endearment that made your heart do weird things in your chest. how evil of him!
“flins. I already told you my answer is no, and that won’t be changing no matter how many times you ask.”
you narrowed your eyes, crossing your arms. that stubbornness of yours was something he did find endearing, but something he wished didn’t exist in this moment.
“alright alright… I’ll stop disturbing you with my requests.”
you were hit with a wave of instant regret after seeing how dejected he looked sulking like that.
silence and tension filled the atmosphere for a long while, and you decided that you couldn’t take it anymore. you should try to cheer him up somehow.
“hey, flins, look… im sorry, okay? wait—what are you staring at?”
he had placed the lantern housing your flame right next to his, and he was staring down at them intensely. he seemed… lost in thought.
“hmm? oh, not much. merely some fascinating idea that popped into my head just now.”
as if knowing that piqued your curiosity, he smirked and continued,
“have you ever thought about what it might feel like to merge our flames together? im willing to bet it’d be a wonderful feeling to be surrounded by your warmth…”
his gaze intensifies, a slight pink tint creeping up on the tips of his ears as he thought about how his larger flame would completely engulf yours.
“what?! I leave you alone for a while and you come up with an even more crazy idea?!”
“haha, i understand. i urge you to give it some consideration. perhaps you’ll come to like the idea within some time.”
“flins!”
you went back and forth for a while, and you kept telling him how outrageous such an idea was.
yet the contradiction only made him smirk wider once he saw you beginning to open your lantern.
a/n : sorry if this is kinda butt … my mind is just all over the place rn lol … but i rlly like this idea of being lantern faes together >< i wrote this as a lil celebratory thing cuz i won my 50/50 for him!! (tho it took me 84 pulls) since i finally got him i will be expanding my writing to other characters … perhaps phainon or kinich or even lohen next??? def lohen tbh… he’s adorable… expect some lohen posts in the coming days ~ (also the pic above is one i took for flins hehe)
thinking about… flins who lies about being cold as an excuse to touch you ♡ (a bit suggestive at the end!)
flins had a body that was naturally a bit on the colder side, but he didn’t seem affected by it nor did he actively seek out sources of heat. his touch occasionally caused goosebumps to raise all over your skin from the chill it constantly carried. this reaction of yours always caused a small amused smile to appear on his lips.
even so, you never heard him complain about any of it and he seemed perfectly fine with it.
though recently, that has begun to change.
“…is there a reason why you’ve been clinging to me like this for the past few days?”
“hmm? do you dislike my presence near yours?”
his voice was filled with a hint of teasing, and he pretended to look dejected from your words. despite that, he made no move to distance himself from you. you could feel his presence looming over you from behind. at some point, he had even managed to capture your hand in his without you noticing. he occasionally stroked your thumb as a small gesture of affection.
“you—ugh. …no. but that’s not the point here! you’re answering my question with a question of your own. that’s not how it works.”
you groaned, a blush creeping up on your cheeks. sure, you were all alone together in his home. that didn’t mean his sudden clinginess these days didn’t catch you off guard. though deep down, you both knew his touch was always welcome. you were just a bit reluctant to admit it in this moment, especially after noticing his teasing gaze that glimmered with satisfaction.
“so it’s settled then. if you and i are both enjoying this, then i see no reason to stop.”
he hums before pulling you close to him by wrapping an arm around your waist. it quickly evolved into him wrapping both arms around you in a slightly possessive manner, resting his chin on top of your head.
“you’re still ignoring my original question!”
you were about to start scolding him, until his increasingly bold touches started distracting you. your words quickly died in your throat, and it became hard to find a reason to protest.
noticing your surrender, a mischievous look appears on his handsome face. it was clear he knew he had won once you melted into his arms.
“haha, you desire an answer that badly? mmm… alright. how’s this… perhaps i merely wanted to soak up some of your warmth. such warmth is very soothing to the soul, after all.”
he chuckles, and you can’t quite bring yourself to be satisfied with such an answer. you knew it was most likely a flimsy excuse. did fae even care about whether or not they were warm? besides, he should be warm enough with all those layers on.
once again, the urge to deny and question him further rises in you.
this time, he can sense your urge.
and it must be because of this you find him growing even bolder with his touch, letting his hands wander under your shirt, absentmindedly stroking your stomach.
“go on then, you have more you want to say, yes?”
“forget it. you win this time. just touch me more…”
your response pleases him, and his hands end up wandering a bit more with your guidance.
it seems excuses like being cold weren’t necessary when you folded so easily for him.
flins had never considered himself to be the type that would want to settle down with someone.
his life as a ratnik was a quiet one. he spends most of his time purging the wild hunt and filling out reports for the lightkeepers. socializing with anyone was a rare occurrence, especially when most of the company you have is in the ghosts around you.
then you came along.
he realized socializing wasn’t all that bad when you were doing it with the right person.
you listened to his stories with clear interest, and he enjoyed listening to yours in return. you’re easy to get along with, he thinks. conversation came naturally between the two of you. the chemistry was clear, no matter if you were just chatting or bickering. in fact, words weren’t even necessary when he was around you. it was a comforting type of silence when you simply sat down to stare at the night sky together.
he’s seen many types of people in his lifetime, but none he would ever consider as thoughtful or kind as you are.
once you had learned of his trinket-collecting hobby, you took the initiative to buy him some you thought he’d like or just offer him random gems you found during a walk.
“how’s this? the merchant i got it from tried to charge me extra, so it must be a special kind of crystal, huh?” you laughed softly, keeping an eye out for his reaction toward your little gift.
flins was never the most expressive person, and in that moment he struggled to think of how to tell you of his gratitude.
choosing to offer you the warmest smile he could, he turned back to look at you, “…thank you. this is a gift i will remember and cherish dearly.”
and cherish it he did. the crystal sat directly at his bedside, a constant reminder of you.
when he admitted to finding it difficult to eat the lightkeepers’ rations, you went out of your way to purchase groceries and cook some meals for him.
your cooking was delicious to him, though you kept insisting that you were just an amateur. how humble, he thought. a little too humble, perhaps. to him, you’re someone of many talents and it would only be fair for you to boast about them a bit more. the food you made were one of the highlights of his day. a way to relax after a long, weary day of fighting the wild hunt.
and yet, you do all of these kind of things without expecting anything in return.
this kindness extended not just to him either.
he watches from afar as you offer sweet pastries to aino in secret, who had been sulking all day because ineffa had forbid her from snacking.
whenever aino was whining and complaining, you helped ineffa calm her down. your methods were also even more effective than ineffa’s. aino seemed to like you a lot, and was always excited for your visit. whenever flins stopped by to check on aino, he hears nothing but the praise she has for you.
you were really good with people. and not just young children like aino.
he notices how you immediately move to help the elderly carry heavy items whenever you’re in nasha town. or giving directions to a lost tourist. or even helping others with something as mundane as finding a missing item.
when he asked you why you do all of these kind things for everyone, he received an answer that was surprisingly simple.
“life can be hard sometimes, and i want to help others relieve the burden by even just a little if i can.”
that was the moment where he realized… he wanted to spend the rest of his years with you.
he now understood why people enjoyed finding someone to settle down with.
your warmth surrounded him and his space constantly, and it was hard not to be cheered up by your frequent optimism.
he had a weird, unfamiliar feeling in his chest when he looked at how many of your belongings now adorned his home. most of them weren’t anything special, merely everyday items like clothes or stationery. but it made his once lonely, cold home feel much more lively and warm.
he could indulge in your cooking everyday if he so wished. he could bask in the warmth of your body lying next to him in his bed. he could tease and prank you whenever he wanted.
seeing your efforts in bringing him happiness, he had made sure to return your favors as well.
he silently guards you when you’re outside alone, in case the wild hunt were to be nearby. he holds an umbrella for you in the rain without you even asking. he offers you his coat when there’s a chill outside.
but it never felt like enough.
something felt like it was missing. like he wasn’t cherishing you to his fullest potential.
“sir flins? is something the matter?”
illuga’s voice snaps him out of his daze, and flins feels guilty for having zoned out on his dear friend.
“im alright, master illuga. no need to worry about me.” he reassures, swirling the glass of wine he had in his hand. still, the question of what to do with you lingers in the back of his mind.
“i can tell something is up with you. just tell it to me straight what’s bothering you.” illuga sighs, crossing his arms and slightly narrowing his eyes. he didn’t bother correcting flins on calling him ‘master’, focusing on his odd behavior.
hm. now that he thinks about it… perhaps it wouldn’t be a bad idea to ask illuga for some guidance.
“…i have this lover i adore and cherish deeply. they’re always performing considerate gestures for me, and i do ensure i return them to some degree. though lately, i feel as if im doing too little. this is a dilemma that has been stumping me for a while. you’re much more acquainted with the traditions and customs in society than i am. i’m simply trying to think of a way to express my love for them a bit better.” he confesses, his voice a bit unsteady and hesitant. there was even a hint of self-deprecation in his tone.
it was rare to see flins so unsure and nervous. illuga knew this meant that to him, this was a serious problem that needed a quick solution.
“…i see. hm. if i may, id like to give some of my own suggestions on this situation.” illuga pauses for a brief moment, carefully considering his next choices of words. “have you ever considered… marriage?” his voice quiets down, as if afraid such a suggestion might’ve been overstepping.
“marriage? ah, i do vaguely remember hearing about that word. forgive me, but i lack understanding on the meaning behind the word. would you care to enlighten me, master illuga?” flins raises his eyebrows, a glimmer of surprise in his eyes.
“oh. right. i forgot these words are just words to you. err… how do i explain this…” illuga winces. explaining marriage was a bit difficult, especially to someone like flins. “it’s basically like a ceremony that bonds two people together for life. they wear rings and say vows for each other. it’s a formal thing, and you invite guests to come watch it happen. usually the guests are family and friends.”
at that explanation, flins decides he has finally figured out the missing piece to all of this. something to truly declare that you’ve settled down with each other, and that it’s forever.
“sir flins? where are you going?” illuga stills for a moment, but curiosity leads him to follow a few steps behind flins.
“to find a suitable ring, of course. hmm… on that note, i should be thinking of how to invite others to the wedding. you’ll be the first to be invited though, master illuga.”
“and id also appreciate your assistance in figuring out how to set up such a ceremony.”
“…i agreed to listen to your troubles, not act as your wedding planner!”
despite his complaints, illuga still finds himself inevitably elaborating on wedding ceremonies to flins as they walked.
(flins, neuvillette, varka) — a/n : apologies if it’s a bit ooc
flins
- one of his favorite spots to kiss you is definitely the back of your hand
- he likes doing it to fluster you, and you can feel him smiling against your skin
- he does make sure to time it carefully and sparingly, so that it’s always a little surprise for you
- when he’s not kissing the back of your hand, he’s kissing you… basically everywhere else
- he thinks everything about you is wonderful and deserves appreciation, and what better way to show appreciation than to smother you in his kisses?
“how many more kisses do you need to give me?” you groaned with each time his lips pressed against your skin.
flins had made sure every inch of your exposed skin was kissed, from your collarbones to even your wrists.
but it seems even with the number of kisses he had given you so far, he wasn’t satisfied quite yet.
there was an adoring look in his eyes, and your words only served to amuse him. a chuckle escaped his lips, “mm… what a difficult question you’re posing, my light…”
he pretends to think about it, a contemplative expression on his features. you knew him well enough to know he already had an answer.
“is it such a crime to express how utterly enchanting you are?” he tilts his head, lowering his voice as he leaned in just a bit closer. his gaze turned sultry, and you could feel yourself growing hot from the way he stared at you.
“flins!”
“haha, i apologize. how about this… one more kiss to the lips? i promise to be content with merely one more.”
neuvillette
- he also enjoys kissing the back of your hand, usually as a greeting or farewell
- his favorite would definitely be cheek kisses though
- he prefers keeping kisses short and chaste, in case the melusines were nearby
- he is quite reserved, so anything more than that would take more persuasion from you
- but if you’re alone, he may be willing to indulge
“please? one kiss on the lips?”
you were trying to hard to convince neuvillette to give you more than just a simple peck on the cheek. you had even pulled out the best puppy eyes you knew how to do, giving him your best pleading and pitiful face.
“dearest, i…” he swallowed, and you could see the way his cheeks tinted pink. he averts his gaze, going silent for a few moments.
it was a quiet night. a night the two of you had to yourselves.
he supposes it should be okay then, to abandon the idea of being proper and polite.
without saying another word, he leans in to press a gentle kiss to your lips.
no matter how much he pretended to not want it as much as you did, in the end he seemed to want this even more than you did.
and so you allowed him to kiss your lips once more.
“tell me if it’s too much for you to handle, dearest.” he whispers in your ear, and though you appreciated how much he cared about your every feeling, you were so frustrated from your desperation.
“i know i know! just keep kissing me! …please?”
“…of course. it’d be rude of me to deny you now.”
varka
- just like flins, he loves kissing you all over
- but especially your face
- if he wants to tease you, he’ll place kisses on your nape and behind your ears while sneaking up behind you
- loves to pepper your jawline and cheeks with kisses if he’s feeling particularly affectionate that day
- it gets 10x worse if he gets drunk… you won’t be escaping him for a while
“awwhhh… where are you *hic* going?” varka had a sulking look on his face as you attempted to escape his firm hold on you.
“we’re going home, varka. you’ve had too much to drink tonight.” you sighed at his current state, looking around to see if anyone else had noticed his clinginess.
“we’re having such a *hic* good time though, aren’t we?” he mumbles, trying to lean in for another kiss, only to be stopped by your palm covering his lips. “thought you.. mmh… liked my kisses..”
“not around other people, at least! and definitely not when your breath reeks of alcohol!” you groaned, an embarrassed look in your eyes.
“alright alright, we can head *hic* home.”
you thought that meant peace at last, a relieved exhale leaving you as he leaned on you for support.
“…because it’s the perfect *hic* place to give you more kisses.”
at first you were reluctant to be too loud in a public setting, but now all the other people around you could hear was your fierce scolding and his sheepish laughs.
thinking about flins being a lantern you’re selling as an antique…
you knew such a unique lantern could go for a lot. the flame was a mesmerizing shade of blue and it never seemed to die out. it was satisfying staring into it and watching the flames flicker… you were almost tempted to keep the lantern for yourself.
little did you know, your small wish to keep the lantern would come true. just… not in the way you expected.
it was a very popular item, and many customers showed interest in it. some asked questions about it, some couldn’t afford the price, and there were also the few that could.
but every time it was purchased by someone, it was always returned shortly after. customers had a panicked, frightened look on their face when they came for a refund. some were so agitated they even told you to just keep the money.
you couldn’t help and wonder why? why was such a well-liked item doing so poorly?
customers that had purchased the lantern all claimed to have seen a man appear from it.
could that be true? you’ve never heard of such a phenomenon. perhaps these customers have been hallucinating?
you had to figure this out yourself. and what better way to investigate than temporarily keeping the lantern for yourself to keep a close eye on it?
the first few nights were normal. nothing out of the ordinary. the lantern was always exactly how you had left it on the nightstand.
but one particular night, you were having trouble sleeping. stress seeped into your bones from the rumors people had begun whispering regarding your shop, coming up with theories about how you’re in on all of this and intentionally selling haunted or cursed items to others.
you cracked an eye open, trying to read the clock at your bedside.
instead of seeing your clock, you are met with the sight of a tall man standing in your bedroom.
the lantern was nowhere to be seen, and as much as you wanted to doubt those customers, you realized their words might’ve held a grain of truth to them.
the man seems to sense your shock and slight fear, turning his head to look at your tense figure.
he was handsome. that was undeniable. his hair was long and silky with a color that reminded you of the blue flame in the lantern. his eyes were a deep gold, lacking pupils. his facial features were elegant, the type you’d expect from an aristocrat. he was dressed in dark attire that only made his features stand out more in your eyes.
“are you alright? you seem to be… quite startled by my appearance. apologies, it was never my intention to alarm you.” a small smile appears on his lips, but he is polite enough to take a few steps back to keep a comfortable distance between the two of you.
“you… so the rumors were true. turns out the lantern I’ve been trying to sell can actually transform into a man..” your voice was barely above a whisper, too distracted by his beauty and sudden appearance to speak at a more audible volume.
“haha, is that so? rumors? how intriguing that i am the subject of such idle talk.” your words earn a small chuckle from him, a sound that calms you for some reason you can’t explain.
“mm. i suppose there is no need for me to say anything else about the matter. you have the confirmation standing right in front of you, no?” his gaze flicks back down to you, and you felt a bit embarrassed being seen in your pajamas and messy hair. “i bear no ill intent.” he reassures, an attempt to further soothe your concerns.
“how about this? if it’s of any consolation to you, ill indulge you with any question you may have regarding me.”
(he also dims his flame at night when you’re sleeping, in case the brightness disturbs ur sleep)
- he is such a gentleman!!! he def holds doors open for you or pulls out your seat before he even approaches his own…
- likes to shower you in little trinkets and gifts he thinks you’d like, little gemstones that he claims shine like your eyes under the moon
- also likes to gift you flowers! it’s routine for him, and he enjoys giving you flowers that come from distant lands you might not have seen before
- is a huge sweet talker … it’s easy for him to get what he wants out of you when all you can focus on are the sweet words he has for you :(
- but he’s also so mean … he loves making you say what you want directly
- if you want a kiss, you won’t be able to beat around the bush,, he expects you to be straightforward
- it’s very obvious he’s aware of what you’re asking of him, though he just pretends to be oblivious to tease you
- has a smile on his lips as he plays dumb as always, will even chuckle occasionally
- your embarrassed expression is everything to him!!
- he makes sure to make it up to you afterwards, giving you more kisses than you originally asked for ♡
- if you’re going on a walk, he makes sure to clear the area beforehand in case there’s any wild hunt activity
- wants his beloved to stay safe even if they’re a good fighter.. he can’t help but worry for your safety no matter how capable you are!!
- probs plays pranks on you by turning into a lantern, if you’re unaware that he’s a fae
- where did he go?? :( then he shows up behind you out of nowhere to give you a little scare… you should’ve known that lantern on the table was suspicious
- ultimately, he’s a very sweet boy
- holds umbrellas for you when it’s raining
- splits food between the two of you and offers you the bigger piece
- he’s very willing to adapt and learn what you like! so i suppose in the end its not hard for you to make him do what you want either hehe
001. ) im a sfw blog and a minor, meaning I wont write anything full on nsfw (again, suggestive is okay!)
002. ) i write for both women and men for genshin and star rail ! if they aren’t on the masterlist its only because i havent written anything for them yet
003. ) poly requests are fine too, as long as they aren’t siblings or anything else
004. ) it might take me some time to write your request, my motivation fluctuates
005. ) my works are all gn!reader unless stated otherwise, but i wont write male!reader as im not quite comfy w that yet
006. ) im currently not going to write yandere, simply because im not good at writing them
some characters i do not write for, mostly for lack of understanding about their character :
