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.
💐 HOW TO PICK A FLOWER 💐
Send an ask including:
❈Character +
🥀 Headcanons: up to 3 characters
Or
🪻 Drabbles: up to 2 characters
Or
🪷 Longer, more detailed scenarios: 1 character only (hiatus)
》 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.
🌿ABOUT ME & FINAL QUOTES🌿
❈ English is not my first language, so I appreciate your patience with any mistakes.
Suggestions and corrections are always welcome ~
❈ I don’t promise a fixed update schedule. I write at my own pace, prioritizing well-developed and carefully edited content.
❈ Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated — nothing motivates a writer more than knowing their work resonated with someone ❤️
❈ 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.
Any reposting outside these accounts will be considered plagiarism.
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.
I hope this Anon finds their request being aswered here.
And thank you for the love, dear 🥰
Let's go to work:
♡ KIRYU + NURSE!READER
♡ Thorns: mentions of injuries.
♡ Flowers included: hand kiss. Mild jealousy.
I usually use (__) to indicate the space where you can add your name — or whichever name you prefer.
》 • MASTERLIST: Wind Breaker • 《
》 • All Masterlist • 《
- Of course, all the boys adore and appreciate you a lot — after all, you take care of their wounds and make them able to go back to fighting. How could they not love someone like that?
- Every day, there are plenty of injured boys for you to bandage up, and Kiryu is definitely your most frequent patient — even when there isn’t a single scratch on his silk-soft skin.
- You’re bandaging one of the boys’ arms while Kiryu sits in the corner, so relaxed and entertained by his phone... But from the corner of his eye, he is paying attention to every interaction between you two.
Later, he makes a few comments about it, with a calm, relaxed smile, or with his eyes fixed on some useless thing on his phone screen — however, that jealousy is real, and it’s an uncomfortable feeling he needs to learn how to deal with, always trying not to let it overflow. Kiryu knows you’re helping, but at the same time, he can’t stop his own stomach from turning cold whenever he sees another face being held by your hands.
- Kiryu was once lost in thought about this, and in a distracted moment of yours, when the infirmary was empty, he approached you and, without any flourish, took one of your hands and kissed your open palm, letting his lips linger there a few seconds longer than necessary.
He smiled at your confusion — but left humming without explaining anything.
- Kiryu is completely proud of the work you do for Bofurin.
- Completely protective over you. Letting a fight reach you is a stain he won’t allow to touch your life.
If a fight like that happens near the two of you, Kiryu first pulls you away and lets the others handle it; only after you’re safe does he even consider going back to help.
- On the occasions when he is the one who ends up injured and needs to go to the infirmary, Kiryu always tries to make his wounds look less painful than they really are.
But he always smiles at you with affection and softness when you, worried as ever, see right through him and make it clear that you know how much it hurts. He may even be humming afterward while you prepare the bandages on him.
[You]: “You’re enjoying this more than you should, aren’t you?”
- He makes sure to keep an eye from afar to make sure none of the boys are taking advantage of your kindness or overworking you. In front of you, Kiryu will hardly ever do anything — only if it’s extremely necessary — but he will need to have a very direct conversation with that boy later.
This is an ask for YOU. Who are your favorite champs? :3
(I was so surprised by an ask for me that omg 🫠🥰)
But now you touched on a subject I love: “favorite characters” — automatically, a whole wall of text of what I could answer formed in my head, but I’ll control myself.
Zaahen and Yone compete for first place. Their stories captured me completely and I love everything about their aesthetic — good and evil contrasting within the same person, but the good fighting to prevail even under the pressure of the evil that “pulls” them. I love that. LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE 🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️♾️
Aphelios comes in second — but when it comes to “kit and gameplay,” first place is his and always will be.
Hello! Hope all is well! It's been a minute since you uploaded, and I just wanted to wish you well if you're going through something. Even if you're not,hope you're having a good day! ♡ I'm looking forward to your next post,my favorite writer '3'
Hello hello ❤️🌷
You are all sweethearts and I’m going to kidnap each one of you to keep in a little jar and protect you all from the world.
I really should have posted some kind of notice, and I apologize for that.
But now things have gotten better and I intend to come back with more responsibility and content for you all.
I hope to keep finding you around here, my favorite anonymous reader 🖤🪻
hiii! I wanted to ask a question before making a request. are you comfortable with writing the reader as gender-neutral? I don't mind your writing style and find it beautiful, I was rather trying to ask if this would be something you'd consider doing.
Hi, dear 🌸 how are you? ❤️🌷
Sorry for the delay, I was going through a complicated moment and because of that I ended up not answering anything. I hope that didn’t leave a bad impression on you.
Since English is not my native language, I always end up writing in my own language first and only then translating it to post. Because of that, I end up not using gender-neutral language: it’s more work to translate from a defined gender, because it doesn’t change just one word or another, it can end up changing an entire expression or sentence.
But I’m happy that, even so, you make the effort to be here and that you’re still enjoying what you find here 🖤🪻🖤
Hello! You haven't posted in a while, is everything okay? Just wanted to check on you since you're one of the few blogs I regularly visit.
Sorry for the delay, dear.
Now everything is much better - and you? I hope you’re doing well ~ ❤️💐
I’m so happy to know that, truly. And messages with affection like this are what made me give up several times on the idea of simply leaving my favorite hobby aside.
I intend to be more active from now on — and if I need to take some time again, I intend to let you know. 🖤🪻
Hiiii, so i read your sleep headcanons, and i may or may not have liked Zaahen’s a lil too much... I'm requesting a scenario with Zaahen cuddling the reader, except he's too scared to move because he doesn't want to wake her up. write this whenever you have the time, there's no rush, thank youuuu
That I love Zaahen, we all know.
And that I love seeing people who love him, now everyone knows too.
I just apologize for not writing a long, complete scenario — I’m still recovering from burnout, so if I wait to fulfill some requests only when I’m truly okay, I’m afraid it would take even longer.
Still, I hope you enjoy it ❤️🖤❤️
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❈ Warnings: no one
❈ Content: Sleep cuddling. Fluff. Mentions of blood and death. Zaahen being in love with you.
Enjoy your reading! And if you enjoy this, consider liking, reblogging, or leaving a comment — it helps more than you know. ❤️
》》 • Masterlist • 《《
The moment your human form, lost to sleep, turned and draped an arm over his bare chest — and your face settled there, your soft expression surrendered to the comfort and safety of the moment — the violent shadow inside Zaahen screamed, tearing through his will in one sudden strike, demanding blood and death.
He swallowed hard, smothering it as if he were beating his own spirit into silence.
It was nothing more than a glimpse, a flash of violence, but it was strong enough to steal the breath from him for the seconds that followed.
Zaahen was the threat itself — especially to you, who accepted him and drew him in with such force.
Yunara. Shen. Kennen. They had all warned the two of you about this — and Zaahen agreed with every single one of them.
Regardless, you were something he could not refuse, could not ignore, could not push away.
Instead, he brought you closer, his firm arms around your waist, settling you against him in a way so certain that the ironic thought crossed his mind that perhaps that body had been waiting for him to take it in, so it could shape itself and fit perfectly against his own.
Even though he tried to be gentle, the tightening of his hold was still enough to make you murmur and grumble, drowsy, threatening to wake.
Zaahen froze; he even held his breath, spending the next few seconds doing nothing but hoping you would not wake.
He sighed in relief when you nestled in and kept sleeping. Only then could Zaahen allow himself to return to his own thoughts, remembering the glory of the past, fearing the threat of the present, blaming himself for the disaster of the future.
But then a deeper sigh of yours pulled him back to reality, and it seemed so disconnected from everything he knew that Zaahen almost smiled with melancholy.
Only now did he realize he had been caressing your waist the entire time, distractedly, his hand moving slowly up and down, the hem of your pajamas following the motion, his thumb pressing circles into your skin as if trying to reaffirm your presence there.
Zaahen, undoubtedly, wanted to sink into and lose himself in the soft feeling of having you safe and surrendered, wrapped in his arms. But he knew the limits — and sometimes their lines were far too unstable.
All of Zaahen’s power was perfect for destroying everything around that lovely creature in his arms, and for keeping anything from the outside from reaching her.
But you kept letting him in more and more.
And Zaahen could not fight against your voice calling his name — how was he supposed to protect you from himself?
To do that, he would have to leave you, and each of you would have to return to your own world — a human and a darkin, together, were doomed to disaster.
But that disaster was hidden behind your sweet, serene face resting on his chest, so content that you seemed not to know you were nestled against an existence capable of annihilating an entire civilization.
And all that power was there, contained, cornered; focused on moving as little as possible so you would not lose that soft flush and pleasant sleep.
I know, I know. I disappeared without warning. It happens that I got very discouraged about a lot of things, other things happened that demanded more of my attention, and I felt discouraged about starting again when I saw the time gap without posting...
But I like writing for these characters, and many of you were so attentive with the content here that, when my strength came back, I realized I wanted to come back and, well, here we are.
Back to work.
(And I heard there is a new character 👀 I still haven’t taken a look at Locke, what did you think, especially of his story?)
I’m excited to get back to writing. But I wanted to give an apology in advance because the blog “layout” is going to be simpler and more “raw” since I’m without a computer and short on time, so I can’t really decorate it too much.
I preferred to focus on the content itself so I could manage to be with you all again, at least a little.
Yes, requests are still open and I intend to gradually answer the ones that are already in the inbox.
I just won’t be able to write many long or complex things for now — I’m still recovering from burnout.
I’ve already talked too much here. I’m excited to be back.
~❤️🖤❤️
Oh, and some news is coming, as I intend to turn this blog into a multifandom blog — where I’ll include Windbreaker, The Freak Circus, NTE, and one or another fandom that I follow, so I can keep coming back here more often.
But that will come with time.
(By the way, if there’s already anyone here who is a fan of any of these and wants to give me a little push so I don’t procrastinate and start the renovation as soon as possible, requests and suggestions are always welcome ~ 🖤❤️🖤)
I love the way you write and characterize Aphelios! do you think we can get a scenario of you hearing aphrlios’ voice for the first time? And also how it would sound like, maybe you find him in the rare moment where he’s off noctum or he decides to try and speak for you. thank you! I love your work
What a wonderful request 😍 You have no idea how much I wanted an opportunity to talk about this boy's voice, seriously.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! ❤️❤️
Aphelios - You hearing Aphelio's voice for the first time (One-shot)
❈ Warnings: no one
❈ Words: ~ 840
I usually use (__) to indicate the space where you can add your name — or whichever name you prefer.
≫ Masterlist
The mission had lasted 4 days, and on the last night not even he bothered to wait for you awake; Aphelios, silent as he entered the room, found you sleeping.
Smiling faintly at your so serene state, he closed the door before approaching the bed, drawing closer to the edge to be able to kiss your cheek softly. The silence of the early morning was enveloping with its peace, favorable for Aphelios to let himself be carried away and be convinced by the night to remain that way a little longer; distracted, his thumb caressed your cheek, allowing himself to savor the soft sensation of your skin, and to contemplate the beautiful features of your face.
How had a girl like you ended up in his hands?
Aphelios wasn't exactly focused on finding an answer, only on being absorbed by the warm feeling that urged his heart to beat with more rhythm. It wasn't the first time he frequently questioned Alune about whether the meeting of your fates was some blessing from the moon meant for him; Aphelios was so in love with you — sometimes he just wished the whole world would vanish so that nothing else existed that could distract him from you.
He certainly wanted to kiss you at that exact moment, and at the same time wanted you sleeping — being very honest, Aphelios wanted to kiss you slowly and deeply while you slept.
All he wanted were a few more moments with you serene, vulnerable but safe in his arms; to feel, without sudden movements, the taste of your lips moistened by his.
— Umm… Phel?
You called out, hoarse and drowsy, awakened by the constant caress and his weight, resting on the mattress very close to you.
In response, he simply smiled and gave you a kiss on the forehead, getting up.
— Wait; come here.
You murmured, still dazed with sleep, aware only of the warm presence that had been so deeply missed over the last few days.
Aphelios put up no resistance as he was gently pulled toward you; it was somewhat awkward to settle down at your side, mainly because you didn't have the strength to make any sudden movement and properly shift away. But, once settled, the faces of you both were so close that your noses nearly touched.
— Why were you late this time?
His arms wrapped around your waist with familiarity, drawing his warmth closer; as much as he adored your company, Aphelios didn't like when missions disrupted his routine — in this case, your sleep.
— Go to sleep, (__).
He called you by your nickname, but that wasn't what made your eyes open all at once, staring, stunned, for a few moments.
— You… spoke.
The genuine surprise in your voice made him roll his eyes; for him, it was nothing out of the ordinary. But for you, it was, since the poison always prevented him from speaking; and accustomed to constant silence, Aphelios had naturally adapted to communicating in other ways.
— I mean it, Phel. It's beautiful; let me hear it again.
You touched his face with tenderness, a gesture that made Aphelios subtly pull his shoulders inward; could you feel his skin growing warmer? Because he, yes, perceived with intensity how your sudden enchantment was intensifying his flush.
He needed to stare at you for a few seconds, searching for any trace of irony in your words or expression; finding none, he didn't know where to rest his eyes, inwardly grateful that the room was darkened — so the blush on his face was not perceptible to you.
— It's just my voice, (__). You'll have to get used to hearing me every now and then.
But you weren't paying much attention to his words, busy absorbing as much as possible of the sound that shaped Aphelios's speech.
It was soft and husky; like a beam of gentle light that softens the darkness of a colder night, his voice moved through the silence with tranquility, without elevated tones, naturally lower, intimate like a clearly audible whisper — pure and crystalline.
— Trust me, Phel. It will be a pleasure getting used to this.
You whispered in response, in a kind of contemplative trance that left Aphelios flustered for a while — it was very strange to him to be such a direct target of compliments like that.
Without further responses — for he could not bear to blush even more if you made another passionate display over the mere sound of his voice —, Aphelios closed the remaining distance in an embrace, hiding his face in the curve of your neck. Fortunately, you made no more comments. You let yourself be lulled by the comfort of being nestled close to his body.
Aphelios let the minutes pass, focused on feeling your chest rise and fall against his. He was simply waiting for you to fall back into a deep sleep; that way, he could whisper to you that he loved you, without having to go through the embarrassment of being flustered by your passionate euphoria simply from hearing his voice.
I wanted to thank everyone for all the requests you’ve been sending! Seriously, I’m really happy to know you’re interested in so many characters and scenarios ~
But I also wanted to apologize for the decrease in posts and, especially, for the delay in getting to your requests.
I’m dealing with a huge creative block. I have several drafts written, but I’m not satisfied with what I’ve written, and for what I haven’t written, I just can’t come up with ideas.
I intend to work on the requests as ideas come to me, which is why I haven’t closed them—so you can keep sending them in!
I’ve gone through blocks like this before, and I know it’s temporary.
Thank you all for your kindness and patience! Take care.
The headcanons of Aphelios afraid of opening too much to his partner has me intrigued. Is it possible to have a scenario where he has to face that encounter? Like being a Lunari assassin he tries to hide that but one day his partner finds him in a bloodied state(either his blood or enemy’s). He’s probably terrified of how they will see him, but instead his partner is so soft and kind and reassures him that they love him no matter what while getting him to sit down so they can patch him up.
Aphelios - When you find out about his identity as a Lunari assassin (one-shot)
❈ Warnings: Mentions of death and blood.
❈ Words: ~ 1300
I usually use (__) to indicate the space where you can add your name — or whichever name you prefer.
≫ Masterlist
If the poison were not still burning in his throat, Aphelios would be cursing that disastrous mission.
The targets had been executed; that was not the kind of disaster that concerned Aphelios, but rather the group of inexperienced recruits incompatible with the nature of the mission.
The element of surprise had failed. The fights had been chaotic. The executions had been bloody. And so, Aphelios ended with two deep cuts on his shoulder; his face, hands, and clothes splattered with coarse stains of fresh blood — none of it his.
And, as if fate were mocking him, the worst part of his night had been reserved for the end: upon entering the kitchen, he was met with your petrified figure, eyes wide in pure shock, hands over your mouth to contain your own exclamations.
It was as if a bucket of ice had been thrown over a lit match. All the adrenaline still running through Aphelios’ blood evaporated, abandoning him to face his worst nightmare.
Aphelios could not even feel whether the poison still burned in his throat; as if coming from the depths of an ocean, a female voice called out to him, but he could not tell whether it was Alune or you.
He knew — he had always known — that the truth about his identity within the Lunari would sooner or later come to light. He had only hoped it would be much later. He still believed he could live the dream of being in love with you without you losing the light in your eyes upon discovering that the same hands that caressed your face were the same hands that took Solari lives without hesitation.
Aphelios took a few steps back, whether consciously or not, his body seeking to flee.
—Phel?!
You practically shouted, pulling him out of his trance, your hand reaching him before he could move any farther away. Aphelios blinked a few times before managing to escape the suffocating spiral of negative thoughts, confused.
Why were you so close? Why were your hands gentle as they held his face so that he would meet your worried gaze?
—Are you hurt? What happened?
That hurt him more than the cuts on his shoulders; your gentle touch on his arm seemed to burn through the fabric of his clothes.
With hesitant gentleness, Aphelios moved your hands away, forcing himself to resist the urge to kiss them one last time. He could try to invent a lie, to delay the truth even further; but did someone like you really deserve to be deceived for such a selfish reason?
He picked up the notepad on the counter and, like someone signing his own obituary, Aphelios wrote down who he truly was.
He saw your lips move as you read and reread the paper, and he averted his gaze so he would not witness the moment your confusion turned into fear or contempt.
—Phel… Why didn’t you tell me before?
Aphelios frowned when he noticed the softness in your voice; he assumed perhaps it was his imagination playing tricks on him, but then you were pulling him to sit on one of the chairs, disappearing down the hallway only to return seconds later with the first aid kit already open.
You gave Aphelios no time to protest before beginning to make him remove his heavy coat and shirt, taking extra care so the fabric would not touch the wound.
Only silence accompanied your movements, respectful before the care with which you cleaned the injury. The antiseptic burned against Aphelios’ skin just as much as the poison he was already accustomed to, but he did not feel entitled to complain, not even with a groan.
Then you began humming softly, and your naturalness finally broke him.
Aphelios held your hands to make you stop, shaking his head in denial; it was wrong. You should be shouting at him, telling him to leave — or leaving yourself — not there, touching him with gentleness as if he deserved your care and not your contempt.
Aphelios saw himself for what he was: a weapon of the Lunari. And he did not hold self-contempt for being what he had been destined to be. But he had some notion of how someone from the outside should see him for what he did.
You could sense what was going on inside him by looking at his face, frozen in an expression of agony and disbelief.
—Phel… Did you really think I would stop loving you because of this?
You took his face again so he would look at you. And by Aphelios’ gaze, the answer was: yes, he deeply believed that.
Your laughter echoed low and sweet as you leaned in to rest your forehead against his, caressing his cheeks with your thumb.
—I love you, Phel.
You whispered, making his heart falter in his chest as you brushed the tip of your nose against his, intoxicating him with the idea of letting himself be carried away by the current of your love, offered so freely, so easy to accept.
—And I will love you no matter what happens, okay?
Caught in his internal conflict, Aphelios sought support by holding your waist, squeezing a little more than necessary, painfully wavering between choosing to believe or not in the promise hidden in your words.
You did not pull away, but closed the distance two or three times to give him light, quick kisses, comforting him and assuring him that you did not despise him in the slightest.
—I love you, hear me?
You whispered even softer, making him swallow hard as he accepted what you were telling him — some blessings are too good to believe they exist when they become real.
The relief he felt was noticeable: his injured shoulders relaxed, his head rested in the curve of your neck, your subtle scent mixing with your skin making him realize he already considered you his home. He did not need to answer; the embrace around your waist said enough.
If it were up to Aphelios, he would have stayed like that for the rest of the night, breathing in your presence and feeling you in his arms, for the first time with the certainty that you would not leave after knowing who he was.
—Very well, moon boy.
Yes, the funny face he made came from the strangeness of the unusual nickname, breaking the calm and cozy atmosphere he had been so immersed in.
—Now I need you to be a good boyfriend and let me take care of you.
Aphelios rolled his eyes as if that were absurd — especially because he wanted to return to the bubble of tenderness he had been in before. But he tilted his head without direct protest, letting you finish cleaning the wound.
The notepad was still nearby, and after a few minutes staring at it while you finished the bandage, Aphelios picked up another piece of paper and began to write again.
—Hey, Phel, don’t move your arm. I won’t be able to close the bandage… What is that?
He smiled when you narrowed your eyes to read the sentence he had purposely written in very small letters. Aphelios’ rare laugh sounded very close to your ear, as you leaned in to get close enough to read; your deep silence and softened gaze were signs that he had made your heart skip a few beats.
I love you too, (___). More than the night loves the moon.
Character: “Dear, just sit down. This is not the time to ask questions. Since you have been working so much, today I made you an unforgettable dinner.”
Enjoy your reading! And if you enjoy this, consider liking, reblogging, or leaving a comment — it helps more than you know. ❤️
≫ Masterlist
≫ ──── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ──── ≪
────≫ Aphelios
🌖 This boy often has many night missions, so Aphelios’ sleep schedule is somewhat inverted. His rest usually comes when the sun rises.
Even though this costs you most nights spent at his side, you gain the advantage of being able to enjoy naps with him at any time during the day.
🌖 Aphelios is a delight to sleep with. Quiet, barely moves, no snoring—just deep yet silent breathing, light and steady. It’s irresistible not to wake up before him and spend a few minutes simply watching him: so beautiful with a serene, relaxed expression, without the usual tension from training and missions, without the lines of pain caused by the poison he uses to communicate with Alune during missions.
🌖 In contrast to the heavier clothes and coat he usually wears, weighed down by lunar accessories, Aphelios sleeps wearing only loose pants and a sleeveless shirt, usually white.
🌖 He doesn’t mind sleeping while cuddling, although at first he gets a little awkward. Where should he put his arms? One arm has gone numb—now what? He doesn’t want to move and wake you.
And even after getting used to suddenly waking up with you napping at his side, Aphelios will rarely be the one to pull you into an embrace; usually, it’s you who moves first and hugs him.
🌖I know—it may seem natural to imagine Aphelios as the smaller spoon, but think about it. He grew up with only Alune as family, seen by everyone as a weapon. Aphelios isn’t used to the naturalness of physical touch, and he feels uncomfortable when you hug him from behind, where he can’t see your face, your expression—as if you were the shield protecting him from the world.
No.
This man thinks differently: he believes he should be the one holding you, guarding your back. So even if you’re the one who initiates the cuddling when you go to sleep, nestling against his chest, it’s Aphelios who immediately wraps himself around you—not with force—firmly, yes, but enough for you to breathe comfortably. And only when he notices your deep, steady breathing does Aphelios allow himself to rest his lips against the top of your head, taking in the familiar scent of your shampoo—not quite to kiss, but simply to rest his face there, one arm supporting you, the other gently holding your hand beneath the sheets wrapped around you both.
🖌️ Here, love will be put to the test, because Hwei’s sleep is restless; he wakes several times during the night, moves around a lot, and every now and then sleepwalking makes an appearance.
It’s no wonder this man lives with dark circles under his eyes.
🖌️ Every so often, when he wakes like that and you don’t, Hwei quietly slips out of the bedroom, carefully adjusting the blankets over you and pressing the softest kiss he can to your forehead — and I say softest because his lips are trembling and cold from turbulent dreams. He knows it isn’t easy for you, so Hwei goes to another room of the house, waiting there until the colors in his mind fall silent and the memories stop scratching at him; that’s why, on those mornings, you find him sleeping awkwardly on the couch or somewhere else in the atelier.
🖌️ But don’t worry; just as roses aren’t made of thorns alone, nights with Hwei aren’t all painted with torment and memories of flames. He likes to tell you some of his life stories, of his time at the Koyehn temple, with you lying against his chest while Hwei, leaning back against the headboard, lets his magic bring shapes to life, coloring the air like paint as his eyes take on serene, delicate hues — his emotions following the tones of the living painting in the air like water flowing along the gentle current of a river.
Hwei knows he’s influencing your smile and your state of mind, so all of his focus stays right there, on you and on the imagination coming to life before your eyes, slowly stroking your arm while keeping you entertained with the shapes and his voice.
🖌️ You’re usually the bigger spoon, holding him from behind when you lie down together, burying your face there, hands gripping the fabric of his shirt over his chest; Hwei doesn’t say anything, but it’s his nighttime therapy — the moment when he feels safe knowing he won’t get lost inside himself. You’re there, your arms wrapped around him with trust and tenderness, and then he needs nothing else.
🐦⬛ Swain seems to have a deep sleep, but don’t be fooled. It is as if the ravens stand watch while he rests, which is why, in the middle of the night, when you shift away in order to get up and fetch a glass of water, you almost immediately feel the gentle pressure of Swain holding your wrist, already sitting up.
— Allow me to get it, my dear.
And he does not wait for your answer. Swain personally goes to fetch the glass of water for you.
Oh, no. Do not let the poison of Noxian high society contaminate these nighttime moments: Swain does not wish to limit your movements, nor control your steps; he simply takes pleasure in being gentlemanly enough that his woman may remain where she is, comfortable beneath the sheets still warmed by the heat of both of you.
🐦⬛ He enjoys sleeping with the windows open, allowing the moonlight to illuminate the room as though it were wrapped in heavy, silver metal. Perhaps you might feel worried at first — after all, shouldn’t someone like Swain fear invasions?
But Swain carries one of the primordial demons, so, well, no. He is not even slightly concerned about unforeseen events like that; he has everything under control — literally.
🐦⬛ He almost always wears long-sleeved sleepwear and long pants, made of a dark, soft fabric, though heavier than usual (something like that). However, he would frequently gift you sleepwear with thinner straps and silk fabric, as Swain takes a quiet delight in the contrast of your vulnerability before him, in the trust of allowing yourself to be so exposed in your sleep. Furthermore, it makes you remain closer against him, comfortably curled beneath the covers, the warmth keeping you heated coming mainly from Swain’s body.
🐦⬛ He usually reads something before going to sleep. Nothing exactly light — generally something about politics, military strategies, historical facts, that sort of thing. Swain laughs and pulls you onto his lap whenever you complain about him “bringing work into the bedroom” or “working late into the night.”
🐦⬛ Swain has absolutely nothing against personal space, sleeping alone, each of you staying on your own side of the bed, that sort of thing. However, he certainly prefers having you held against him, and Swain is not bound to the idea of waiting for you to give any sign or move closer for it: he lies down beside you and pulls you to himself without hesitation, as if it were a natural order of the universe that you sleep wrapped in his arms.
👑 I honestly can’t imagine Viego sleeping. I mean—why would his current body even need that kind of rest cycle?
Maybe the first time you ask him will feel strange, having to say it out loud. Viego, when he notices you approaching awkwardly, searching for more direct words since the “indirect hints” weren’t quite getting through to him, simply smiles once he finally understands.
-It would be my pleasure, my queen.
👑 However, Viego’s body temperature is below normal. It is cold to sleep beside him, because what emanates from his body is not warmth, but the chill of the Black Mist—which, though more contained when you’re near, still makes its presence known through the low temperature.
👑 This worries Viego, because he can no longer imagine being without you, while at the same time he’s distressed by the shivers he causes you—even when you’re under the blankets on your own and he’s holding you from over them.
Oh, dear. Here, I don’t quite know how you’ll overcome this obstacle. A fireplace in your bedroom? Viego getting up from time to time so that his human warmth can stabilize again beneath the covers? Some ancient magic he’ll hunt down so that you won’t suffer because of this?
The point is: no, Viego will not give up any intimacy with you because of this inconvenience. You will find a way. Viego is very persistent when he wants something—and you already know that.
👑 Viego likes to watch you sleep. No matter how much you complain about this habit of his, Viego won’t stop contemplating you when sleep cradles you and leaves behind a relaxed, serene expression—lips slightly parted, you pressed against him as you seek warmth to fight the cold that, ironically, comes from him. Viego can spend hours like this, barely noticing time pass, slowly caressing your cheek, lost in memories and thoughts, letting the distorted, obsessive love that makes him so devoted to you flow freely within him.
👑 He most definitely made sure there was a vanity in the bedroom you share, and he often watches you from a corner or leaning against the doorway while you get ready for bed.
👑 Well, since he doesn’t sleep, there’s no such thing as “space” between the two of you. Viego stays wrapped around you, always at your back, for the entire duration of the night.
And he prefers it that way—always behind you, always the bigger spoon, always making sure you’re there in his arms, that you won’t leave him.
👑 Viego also tends to whisper words of love while you’re asleep. He knows you’re sleeping, and somehow his sixth sense always tells him when you’re only pretending, just to hear him. In that case, Viego doesn’t hold back. He keeps declaring his love to you, low and intimate in your ear, occasionally punctuating it with soft kisses to your neck and nape.
🤎 He doesn’t need to sleep — he’s a Darkin; honestly, I don’t believe they need sleep the way we do, not after the whole process of ascension followed by the fall / corruption of the Void — but after the usual hesitation, he always gives in to your request to lie down with you.
🤎 It’s not that he doesn’t want moments like this — quite the opposite — but Zaahen is still a Darkin, still carries corruption within himself, and the fight against it is constant. And a human so close, so fragile, so available, so vulnerable… everything inside him screams for your blood, while at the same time you are the most important living being in his life.
🤎 Zaahen knows it isn’t right to be there, comfortable on a soft bed with you sleeping deeply in his arms, lulled by the instinctive, automatic affection he gives you — yet Zaahen always ends up drawn back into this situation again, even after vowing to fight to keep his distance.
-Please, Zaahen…
-My little one… I am an evil, not a… source of comfort.
As he speaks, his hand rests against your cheek, his gaze fixed on your tilted face there, knowing that your adorable expression had already convinced him.
🤎 He is warm. Zaahen’s body temperature is higher than a human’s, so you’ll have to give up any blankets whenever he is lying with you.
🤎 Often, after you have already fallen into a deep sleep, Zaahen stands in front of the window, lost in thought and wandering reflections; yes, he’s staring at the horizon, but every fiber of his attention and instincts is focused on you lying peacefully behind him, trusting him — and that is what gnaws at him from within.
So easy to simply give in to that inner voice that made all his brothers fall… But no — not when the target was you. Just the memory of your voice, of your touch genuinely filled with love for him, was enough for Zaahen to clench his fists. He would never let even a single drop of your blood be spilled, even if it meant violently suppressing himself from the inside every single day.
That dark force was once capable of bringing down fallen gods, hundreds of his brothers succumbed to it — yet somehow, it knelt before the love of a human.
Yes. He was lost.
🤎 He barely moves the entire time he lies with you; you’ll settle against his chest at the beginning of the night, and in the morning, when you wake up, you’ll still be in the same position — only more slanted and fitted against him — while Zaahen remains exactly the same.
🤎 He likes to speak softly with you about deep matters: the human soul, good and evil, things like that. His fingers idly comb through your hair, the conversation flowing slowly and intimately, him truly attentive to what you think — even though you are clearly very sleepy, already practically asleep, nestled against him.
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Bigger than I intended? Yeah.
But some themes, once they start flowing, just won’t stay contained within 200 words.
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