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( ⟢ ﹔ SIGNED 𝓚 ⸝⸝ ) ⨾ TWENTY years old◞ personal diary side-blog◞ rbs & asks !
‧˚꒰🐾 you can find me in choco iced kisses, studies on the psyche and the love for art. ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
╰ MY FIANCÉ / LOHEN ⟢
SYNOPSIS: after numerous failed arranged marriages set up by your parents, you thought the one with the vice-captain would follow the same pattern. you're proven wrong when he subverts what an expected greeting should be given.
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𖥔 WARNINGS: mentions of beer and drinking, reader is from snezhnaya and has a dendro vision, reader also has lowkey/implied mommy issues, mentions blood and a wound, arrange marriages obv, cameo for varka, ragbros, jean, lisa, and albedo; not fully proofread; expect mistakes!
♪ FINAL NOTES .ᐟ this one is for my fav lohen kissers ari and yuomi 🤍🤍i genuinely didn't expect for this to b this long but oh well. art credits: @.su3ka_ on x!
"you are to be wedded to the vice-captain of the fifth company."
that's how it all began — a simple dinner with your parents as they dropped the bomb of your new marriage candidate. you tried your best not to appear vexed. keyword: tried. but unlike you're ever admirable cousin, jean, your face gave away more than your words ever could.
your brow twitched, the small fork in your hand clattered to the porcelain plate. your mother threw a disapproving glare, while your father coughed into his fist. "now, [name], my dear—"
"don't "my dear" me, father." you bark out, "what happened to giving up on setting me up for another failing marriage."
"you haven't even met the vice-captain," he argued.
#lrb — the title was again and again, not over and over again. im such a fake fan
there’s heat in contact, in fleeting touches, in hands that linger. there’s heat that embraces the dance of tongues, and there’s heat when you lie there, skin to skin.
with flins, though, there is heat where he does not touch you. there is heat in distance, in resistance.
“thank you,” you say. he’s escorted you back home again, after all. gratitude is the absolute least you can offer in return.
your home isn’t far from the flagship, settled near the edge of nasha town. it’s small, a little roughed up, and perched just high enough to escape what could’ve been a convenient commute home. you need to climb a slightly rusty, albeit stable, ladder to reach the front door. there, you’re met with your efforts to make the place look more homely: small potted plants, a string of fairy lights slung messily across the eaves, and a tattered doormat. it once had a clearer image of a smiling robot printed onto it.
flins doesn’t mind the ladder, nor does he mind the rust that lines it. he doesn’t mind the messiness of the fairy lights, the way the print of your doormat wears out, and he definitely doesn’t mind the flowers. each time he comes, he checks to see if the frostlamp he’d given you still sits with its flower neighbours.
flins doesn’t mind at all. he’s with you, so how could he?
“ever so grateful,” he teases, and the lighter tips of his deep blue hair seem to chuckle with him, tickling the dark material of his coat. “i must remind you that this should not be considered a favor, miss. i quite enjoy our conversations on the walk back.”
you giggle, tilting your head at him. “is that so? then, our conversations at the flagship aren’t enough satiate you, mr flins?”
you’re not one for formalities, but the nickname, despite starting off as a way to humor him, stuck longer than you’d expected it to. miss y/n, miss y/n, miss y/n. in the face of your insistence that he can just call you y/n, his formality prevails.
so, surely, it’s only fair that he should be mr flins if you have to be miss y/n.
“hardly,” is what he says in response. “my apologies, miss y/n, for coming off so selfish, but i’m not sure if i’ll ever be satiated.”
you feel your breath hitch.
flins has never touched you, and you’ve have never touched flins, and there is so much heat in the lack of it all. there’s heat between your fingers when he passes you his cup, beckoning you to take a sip of his wine. there is heat when he plucks your coat from the rack, setting it atop your shoulders. there’s heat in the small gap between you while you walk home, like the fabric of his coat reaches to brush the fabric of your own.
“that would imply that i’ve had enough of you, and i am not one to lie, you see.”
but you don’t need to touch him. not now, at least. because when he’s looking at you like this, golden eyes burning into your body, raking over the contours of your face, your lips, the way your clothing drapes over your frame, you don’t think he needs to touch you any more than he is already. his lips are slightly parted, but not enough, as if to conceal the words he truly wishes to say.
“i see,” you hum.
with flins, there is heat where he does not touch you. there is heat in distance, in resistance.
“i suppose i’ll have to satiate you forever, mr flins.”
and, for now at least, that’s enough heat for you.
ex!flins who still keeps the necklace you’d gifted him clasped around his neck. it was for your anniversary, after all, how could he take it off? you’d looked so excited handing it to him, rambling on about how difficult it was to tie a pretty bow onto the box it came in. the necklace is metal, cold against his chest, and it burns even colder anytime he looks for you in the people who try to swoon him.
you’re not with him anymore, nor do you seem to be in the eyes of anyone who approaches him.
it’s both a blessing and a curse that he’s able to live so long; there’s all the time in the world for to wait around for that familiar, sweet laughter to leak into his lighthouse.
౨ৎ dainsleif x reader 🕯️🪽
w.c 784 ♡
gn!reader, slightly angsty, religious themes, kinda religious guilt?? not really the word for it tho. blasphemy.
“Are you in love with me, Dain?”
“What?”
“Are you in love with me?”
There is no solace in devotion, nor is there comfort in belief. The clasped hands that sit below whispered prayers have always served him better by his sides.
Dainsleif does not believe in God, and in turn, God does not believe in Dainsleif.
It’s a complicated relationship, because it’s not as though he denies the existence of a higher power. No, he doesn’t deny that at all. The lines on his palms are too purposeful, and the skin on his body too detailed. The patterns of each snowflake so different, and you, lying beside him, far too beautiful.
i did see the new varka content but for my own mental health im gonna pretend its not there
Aino creates a sentient robot that is able to read other human beings’ minds.
Then, she wonders if the robot needs some updates. Because for some reason, it doesn’t work on Flins.
The tiny robot is scanning Flins up and down and yet nothing is appearing on Aino’s monitor—no what should I cook for my squadmates tonight, like Captain Illuga’s, or gotta drink another pint of beer later, from Uncle Varka.
It’s really strange.
Aino watches how the puzzled and innocent ratnik Flins is just staring at the robot with a slightly tilted head and lips curved to a polite and miniscule smile. “To what do I owe the pleasure, little one?”
feeling like a victorian man at the sight of a woman's ankle rn COVER UP SLUT !!
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╰ ON HIS KNEES / VARKA ⟢
SYNOPSIS: in which, varka drunkenly reveals the secret ingredient in getting you to forgive him.
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𖥔 WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol, wine, and drinking, cameo for diluc, and kaeya, varka is highkey drunk and incredibly embarrassing, established relationships, not fully proofread; expect mistakes!
♪ FINAL NOTES .ᐟ i genuinely didn't expect to like writing him this much. SOMEONE RELEASE ME
varka is not above knowing he's done something wrong. arguably, during arguments with the love of his life (re: you), it's always him that notices that he's crossed a line or has done something that will upset you—if not at that moment, then later when it culminates like a sleeping volcano.
it's something you're eternally grateful for. it's not every day a man has enough braincells loitering in his head to actually realize his or your mistakes without undermining the feelings of both parties. on the other hand, you are deeply, unfathomably embarrassed in varka's way of apologizing.
I was hoping the bee was going to wake up some long forgotten forcefully shoved down memory of the server we used to be in together sjjsjs. I'm glad to see that you have revamped ur blogs :3 🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝
WAIT??? it actually DID !! but i didn't want to assume .. IS THIS BUN
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hi can i help you...
i have 127 pulls 10 pity a 50/50 to win and a dream. (i want flins varka their weapons and illuga)
if flins loves me he will come home twice in a single 10 pull
this is how it feels to procrastinate drawing to write and read
@7amplight is Lowkey the Funniest tumblr user ever
ugghh i want requests so bad, sometimes i can't think of anything to write but Want to write. it's a curse, really