✦ Flins who when he has a crush on someone goes through inner turmoil like no other. Not because he doesnt think he can treat his partner like a complete and utter princess, but with the fact he'd have to introduce you into his entire life thats practically merged with ghosts and ghouls
✦ He'll be so obviously in love with you that even the ghosts start gossiping behind his back. He'd tell them off (politely) when he catches them gossiping and instead of scurrying away they just tease him back.
✦ Flins who will try to act all unphased whenever you visit him, but all of a sudden the ghosts start pulling pranks on you.
✦ Pranks that work in his favour of course. Ones involving scaring you just enough so you jump into his arms, your face buried in his chest.
✦ Flins would fully glare at his ghoul friends but look back down all soft and sweet as he comforts you, assuring you that there's nothing to afraid of - especially when he's with you.
✦ Flins who feels his chest ache when you finally look up at him with bleary eyes, visibly shaking. He feels awful for how he's heating up at the sight of you like this, it feels downright sinful to be so turned on.
✦ Flins who can't take it anymore and cups your cheeks with both his palms, taking one good look at your clueless face, his breath hitching, before going for it.
✦ Flins who profusely apologises to you, pulling back from his kiss only to still in shock when you pull him into another kiss.
✦ Flins who completely forgets a growing crowd of ghosts that have gathered to watch everything till one of them accidentally let out a cheer.
✦ Flins whose cheeks grow pink as he takes your hand and murmurs that its cold out, taking you back into his shelter for some proper time 'alone' - away from prying eyes of ghosts.
before you read: female + mother reader ; husband + father flins ; again, you guys are parents aka there is a child ; flins is a girl dad To Me ; established relationship ; fluff and banter and a very light hearted and one sided petty argument ; not proof read ; GOOD LUCK TO ALL FLINS PULLERS TMRW MAY U WIN UR 50/50S
Flins comes home all of forty two minutes and thirty seven seconds later than he promised. Exactly. He walks in quietly—polite, elegant steps like always. You glare—a little quick tempered and easily emotional. Like always.
“You’re late,” you huff.
“My apologies, my light,” he at least sounds a bit sheepish, “I got caught up on the way home.”
“By what?” You raise a brow. “There’s nothing on this graveyard of an island but the dead. Conversing with ghostly women, were you?”
He lets out a soft, awkward chuckle. “What a colorful imagination. The fish were merely a little harder to catch today—our neighbors were not as quiet as I’d hoped.”
“Well…you’re still late,” you huff again.
Two glowy, golden little eyes peer from a corner, wide and innocent as they meet his gaze—he softens. Feels his heart warm and his chest tighten all at once. Feels the familiar push and pull of gravity tugging him towards that round face that peeks from behind the wall and watches the exchange.
“Well hello there, little one,” he hums smoothly, “I take it you’re less angry with me than your mother? Perhaps I’ll find some mercy from you?”
Your daughter brightens as soon as she realizes he’s speaking to her. Flins is still learning as he goes what it means to be a father—his newest lesson is that toddlers are less likely to understand his speech if he uses the lengthy words that he typically does. A difficult habit to break, of course, but a worthwhile one if it means communicating with such a tiny, yet brilliant mind.
“Papa!”
Little legs run towards him. One foot in front of the other. The delicate, gentle pitter patter of feet on the floor. He takes it all in—hardly blinks and hardly lets his focus shift on anything but the sight of his eyes and your smile on a round face coming closer and closer.
His. Yours. Hers. Her face is him and you and neither all at once. A face that is her own and takes up space in his mind with her own precious existence.
“Why hello there, my little light,” he grins, bending down to scoop her up into his arms. She leans in and presses a wet, messy kiss to his cheek. He beams—not a small, polite smile. No. A wide, upturned crescent on his lips that raises her to see the very joy that comes from her existence. “Were you well behaved for Mama today?”
“Mama mad,” she gasps.
Flins gasps too—such big emotions only deserve equally big reactions. “Mama is mad? Oh dear, that’s never good.”
“No good,” she shakes her head, “mama mad this much!”
She holds her arms open wired gesturing at the big pocket of empty space between her little palms. Children are visual learners, you tell him, they need to see to understand quantity.
He raises a brow, feigning shock on his face as he murmurs, “That much? My, my. That’s quite a lot. Is she mad at you?”
“No,” she gasps, “‘m good!”
“That you are,” he laughs, “I trust it. After all, I’ve trusted my little helper to look after Mama, hm?”
He holds out a pinky that she eagerly laces her own with, reminding herself of a promise that only seems to be between the two of them. (Look after Mama for me, okay, my little dove? he likes to tell her. Okay Papa! she always squeals back. It’s an oath they like to keep between themselves—two fae and the safety of their precious human.)
“Mama safe!” She says proudly, pointing to herself with a chubby finger. Flins grabs a hold of her wrist, bringing the tiny little appendage to his mouth before playfully nibbling, laughing under his breath at her squeals of joy. “No! Stop, Papa!”
“Don’t torment her, you fool,” you grumble.
“So I take it that it is I that is the object of your anger?” He sighs in faux misery, “Woe is to me, my darling. After I agonized over bringing my wife a decent catch for her evening meal.”
“Hmph,” you cross your arms, “what if something had happened to you and we hadn’t known?”
“The wild hunt does not attack this island very often,” he assures, “I take great care in ensuring that.”
“See?” You daughter whispers, leaning her forehead against Flins’s as though sharing a quiet secret, “Mama really, really mad.”
“Mama was worried,” you correct petulantly.
He smiles, feigning a look of utmost seriousness as he whispers to your little girl, “Shall we help Mama be less mad? Perhaps she needs some attention, wouldn’t you say?”
It happens quickly. She nods in excitement, and Flins beams in approval. Suddenly, two pairs of soft eyes that remind you of the sun herself turn to look at you, quickly closing whatever gap there once was. Your husband on one side, your daughter on the other. A cool pair of lips press a delicate flurry of kisses along your cheeks and forehead, while a messier pair of smaller, slightly warmer lips attacks the bridge of your nose.
Instantly, you melt, letting out a loose string of giggles. (How could you not? How could you cling to such fickle things like anger and fear when warmth insists on taking up room in your chest—filling you up lighter and lighter. And lighter so.)
“I believe it’s working, wouldn’t you say my little light? Mama is not mad—don’t you think?”
“Mama happy?” She asks you with a beam, just to be sure.
You giggle, rolling your eyes as you give your husband a playful shove as you bring your sweet, tiny bundle of energy to your lap. She looks up at you. Two eyes you’ve loved for so long carbon copied and cradled in your arms like a generous second gift. Your lips and dimples beaming back at you like proof that you deserve to be loved. (Why wouldn’t you? How could you not love all the parts of yourself when they are now parts of her? How could she be anything less than perfect?)
“Yes,” you sigh exasperatedly, “I guess I am. Since my little savior has helped me.”
You poke the tip of her nose. You still can’t decide if it’s his or yours—but that’s the part you like. The part where there is more time for her to grow into herself and show fill up for space in this world. The part where you will be there to learn all of it and know her for every inch of her. The part where you spend the rest of your life watching her and learning who she is.
“May I be forgiven for my dire mistakes?” Your husband presses his head against your shoulder.
You snort, rolling your eyes as you turn to press a chaste kiss to the crown of his head. “Perhaps if you sear me a wonderful dinner from your catch, then yes.”
“Then consider it a deal, my light.”
I blame every person who tortured me on my blog for the existence of this drabble to heal my own agony AKA STREI
۶ৎ Category: Established relationship, Fem!Reader.
۶ৎ Warning: Suggestive content. 18+ only. If you are a minor, please do not interact.
૮꒰ 𓈒. ݂ .𓈒ྀི ꒱ა ┊Hello! Strawberry here, this one comes in honor to Flins rerun and the first banner of our grand master Varka! This is my first time writing for Varka, so please be kind! I promise to keep improving my portrayal of him and other characters as well ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა. I hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think; reblogs and notes are highly appreciated ♡.
۶ৎ Masterlist: Strawberry — Masterlist.
۶ৎ Requests: To make a request. (Closed).
۶ৎ You know he’s going to tease you, right? It’s practically a guarantee with him.
۶ৎ You stand under the cold water as it pours over the both of you. His long, bluish hair cascades down the length of his well-toned, pale back.
۶ৎ You can't help but stare at the way the droplets look like sparkling jewelry against his skin. Of course, Flins notices your gaze and offers you one of his signature, soft, elegant smiles.
۶ৎ "You seem quite fond of something. Does my lady like what she sees?" He knows your cheeks are heating up—not because of the water, but because of him.
۶ৎ It doesn't help your sanity, being this close... your bodies almost touching, bared to one another under the spray.
۶ৎ "You mentioned there was something you wanted to try..." Flins moves, grazing your skin in the process. He doesn't miss the way you tense up, but he simply hands you a bottle of shampoo.
۶ৎ "You remembered..." You smile and take the bottle, trying to ignore the frantic rhythm of your heart.
۶ৎ Flins leans down, giving you access to his silky, wet hair. Even then, you have to stand on your tiptoes to reach. "Don't look..." you whisper, conscious that from this angle, he has a perfect view of your chest.
۶ৎ It doesn't matter how many times you’ve been naked in front of him; you still feel a flutter of self-consciousness under that intense gaze of his.
۶ৎ "As you wish, dusha moya¹." Even if you don't understand the Fae words, his soft, melodic tone tells you everything you need to know: it’s an endearment.
︵ . ︵﹒︵୨ ꒰ Flins ꒱ ୧︵ . ︵﹒︵
You remained focused on washing his hair, the soft scent of lavender blooming as bubbles gathered over his silky locks. The blue of his hair looked even deeper, almost midnight-dark, under the cascading water. Your fingers traced the pointed tips of his ears—those well-hidden features that usually remained a secret, masked by his hair from the rest of the world.
As you followed the delicate curve of his ear, you were too immersed in the moment to realize the exact second his eyes drifted open to watch you. His well-toned frame suddenly straightened, making it impossible for you to reach the remaining suds in his hair.
"Flins? What are you doing?" you asked, straining on your tiptoes in a failed attempt to finish the task.
One of his hands slid firmly around your waist, pulling you flush against him until there was no space left between you. Suddenly, the water didn't feel so cold; a rush of heat took over your body as his hand settled low, just at the small of your back.
"Very well..." His other hand slid through your own wet hair, tilting your head back just as he leaned in, until your noses brushed. "Is it my turn now?"
"Your hair is still—!"
His lips met yours, cutting off the words instantly. He claimed your mouth in a slow, deliberate dance. At first, it was soft and careful—the actions of the gentleman he proclaimed himself to be—but then, the rhythm shifted.
"You smell incredible," he whispered against your lips, the last traces of shampoo finally rinsing away. "Don't tell me you’re getting aroused over this? Such improper behavior for a lady..." His smile was teasing, and entirely too knowing.
Of course he noticed. He could feel every spike in your pulse, every shiver of emotion, —an innate ability of his kind— and It did nothing to help your poor, racing heart.
"What if I am? Are you going to take responsibility for it, my lord?" You decided two could play this game. Even if your body was betraying you, the way your legs pressed tightly together, the way you leaned into him, you wouldn't back down.
"Uhm?" He hummed, a vibration you felt in your chest as he nudged you further up onto your tiptoes.
His wet lips began to trace soft, lingering kisses over your throat. Then came the first nibble—a soft bite that made your breath catch—followed by the cool glide of his tongue as he licked the stray waterdrops from your neck.
A shaky exhale, suspiciously close to a moan, was the only response he needed. He pulled back just enough to murmur:
"It would be my pleasure."
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¹Dusha moya: My soul.
۶ৎ Honestly, the fact that the idea came from you surprised him. He’s so used to taking care of others that being the one looked after caught him off guard.
۶ৎ But he could never say no—not to the idea of you giving him your undivided attention while you washed the day away.
۶ৎ Besides, the thought of his girlfriend's hands over him seemed like the perfect way to relax after hours of training, patrolling the city, and a mountain—a massive mountain—of paperwork.
۶ৎ The warmth of the water made his toned, powerful frame go slack, muscles finally unknotting under the steady spray.
۶ৎ His blonde hair grew damp and heavy from the steam, and then... he heard your soft laugh.
۶ৎ He looked down, and the height gap between you was as charming as ever. You often had to strain to meet those deep blue eyes of his, but right now, they were looking at you with pure, unfiltered affection.
۶ৎ "It looks like the paperwork was rough on you today," you teased, taking the bar of soap. The scent of Cecilia flowers and mint soon bloomed into a rich lather in your hands.
۶ৎ Varka didn’t know if it was the tenderness of your touch or the way your hand lingered on each of his scars—cherishing them rather than pitying them—that moved him most.
۶ৎ Your hand came to a stop against his pectoral, right over one of his marks. Suddenly, you noticed the sheer intensity of his gaze. The soft, pinkish flush on his cheeks made it clear that his heat wasn't just coming from the water.
۶ৎ "Jean is far too good at keeping me focused on my job... the boring part of it, unfortunately," he replied, his smile mirroring yours like a natural reflex. He caught your hand, bringing your palm to his lips.
۶ৎ That single, soft kiss made your own cheeks heat up. It wasn't about anything scandalous; it was just the overwhelming weight of how intimate the moment felt.
۶ৎ "Come, let me wash your hair," you murmured, trying to ignore the frantic thumping of your heart.
۶ৎ You took the bottle of shampoo, squeezing the liquid into your palms and waiting for him to bow his head so you could reach, but then...
︵ . ︵﹒︵୨ ꒰ Varka ꒱ ୧︵ . ︵﹒︵
It happened so fast that you barely realized what was happening. One of his powerful arms hooked under your thighs, and with the strength of a man used to wielding more than just a simple sword, he lifted you effortlessly.
"V-Varka?!" Heat crept into your ears and cheeks. Now, you were slightly above him, held securely in his arms. It wasn't just that you were naked; it was the way you could feel every taut muscle of his body pressed against your skin.
Oh, Archons... have mercy.
"I find this much better," he said, noticing your blushing face with a satisfied smile. "Don't worry, I won't let you fall." As he spoke, his other hand settled firmly against your back, making your breath hitch.
You simply nodded and began to wash his hair, the soft strands feeling like spun sunlight between your fingers. You couldn't hide your smile when you saw his expression relax; his eyes drifted shut, and a pleasant, contented look settled on his features. It was an expression of pure peace—one you usually only saw when he was enjoying a good drink.
Once the water finally rinsed the bubbles away, you couldn't help but place your hand over his cheek, thumbing a small bruise. The warmth of your touch made him open his eyes.
He simply observed you—his girlfriend, held close in his arms. You were the woman who had always been there for him, the one who waited faithfully until he returned from Nod-krai's expeditions. How could he not love you?
He leaned in, his nose brushing yours in a deliberate, lingering way that made his intentions clear.
"May I...?"
"Yes," you whispered, not even letting him finish. A soft laugh vibrated through his chest—sounding almost like a purr against your body.
Then his lips met yours. It never ceased to surprise you how soft they were, or how caring he could be. He held you as if you were the most precious jewel in Teyvat. Your fingers buried themselves in his hair, the damp softness welcoming your touch as his lips claimed yours deeply.
His hands, as skillful as ever, shifted your weight until you were straddling him. He held you by your thighs, your back meeting the slight chill of the wall as he moved you just out of the direct spray of the hot shower.
"Don't you have a meeting at Angel’s Share?" you asked, though it was more of a breathless whisper than a real question. You were secretly praying to Barbatos that he’d forget the world existed and just stay with you.
"I'm sure they'll forget... the wine will help with that," he murmured, his nose traveling down to the curve of your neck. The scent of the soap against your skin made him close his eyes in bliss. "And besides..."
You couldn't suppress a shaky breath as his lips began to graze your skin. One of your hands curled into his hair while the other traced the powerful lines of his back. You let your head rest back against the wall, completely undone by him.
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#⃝ 𝓦ARNINGS ◦ ₊ㅤ ㅤ﹙ sfw fluff crack flins is scary at first she/her pronouns used flirty flins only tooth rotting fluff you and flins both are being from snezhnaya before traveller got to nod krai just sweet fluff 2nd person perspective
໒ִ 𓈒ིྀ ˚ ℳINA'S 𝓝OTES ⫽ ୧ྀ ─ I have a c3r1 flins yes be jealous masterlist <3
KYRYLL CHUDOMIROVICH FLINS has been everywhere for the past few weeks.
You rarely used to see him in Nasha Town, but nowadays he was everywhere. It was as if you were going insane. Every time you turned around, you’d see that stupidly handsome face, or hear that gorgeously delicate voice of his. Was this the moon goddess’s granting your wish to get a devastatingly beautiful boyfriend?
There was no exaggeration. You opted to visit Speranza for quick meals at dinner time, only to turn and bump into his chest every time. He’d smile all sweetly and greet you, before you apologised and rushed off. You visited ineffa and Aino to fix your catalyst at Clink-Clank Krumkake Craftshop? “Have either of you—oh. Hello, my lady, it’s a surprise to keep bumping into you,” his voice would speak directly behind you. Your heart beating so fast every single time.
Then the fluttering feelings started to waver and you began to think about what it could all mean. Was… was Flins hunting you down? You knew the light keepers were dedicated to protection of the island, and you had seen a glowing lantern floating off the corners of the island one late night. Were you cursed now? Was there an angry spirit following you that Flins was dealing with?
You walked by the Curatorium of Secrets, and would see that flash of purple hair out of the corner of your eye. Picking up books at Mimisbrunnr Books and you would start to sweat nervously, feeling his familiar eyes on the back of your head. You tried buying Rye at Nuts 'N' Nuts, only to freak out and jump when you heard his voice behind you, thinking he was about to enact his murder plan or something, you rushed off with a singular “sorry!”
While you were busy rushing off with a whine, overthinking and already planning how your funeral would go, because Flins was definitely following you around to kill you and quietly dispose of you body. You had upset some sort of lantern spirit and it had snitched to the one light keeper that it could talk to, and now your fate was sealed!
"I'm sorryyyyyy, lantern ghost!" you whined, footsteps leading to Paha isle.
Flins watched you run off, his gaze soft and curious, but a small pout on his lips that went unnoticed. His eyes snapped back to the old shopkeeper when the man began to speak again. "Stop scaring her away, Flins," he sighed and packaged the Rye before handing it to the light keeper, "Just get it done by today," he said, face darkening, almost grim, and placing something extra into the bag.
Flins hummed, his face straight, as he paid for the Rye and took the bag. His eyes downcast. "I will… after all, I know where my lady is going. I'll be a gentleman, as always. Have no worries, Mr. Aleksov."
The old man nodded, handing Flins a packet of tissues. His grey, tired eyes only sparing Flins a glance before focusing on other customers. "Keep your hands clean, be quick and done with it." The words were quiet, but enough for a wandering Dori to hear, and look over confused with wide eyes.
"Are they… planning a murder?" she gasped, before smirking and looking off into the distance, rubbing her chin, "Heh, I could make good money selling caskets."
. . .
You had wandered over to Final night cemetery, walking slowly across the dark and gloomy terrain. There were ghost candles lit all over the place, and you could've sworn that you heard whispers around you. "save us… save ussss…" you shivered at your imagination, slowly walking up the hill area to try and find the lantern ghost you had seen last time.
"uheee…. mr. purple lantern ghost, where are you?" you whispered, shivering before looking up at the lighthouse. The fog closing in around you.
The silence around you was deafening, and it was most definitely scaring you down to your bones. Taking you back to the night you had first seen that purple, glowing lantern.
It had been almost two months ago, when you had wandered over to Paha isle. You had seen some of the wild hunt nearby and killed them, before hearing whispers and hallucinating ghosts in the fog from your sleepiness. You had rushed over to Paha isle by mistake, going the wrong way instead of making your way back to Nasha town in your confused state.
"Oh," you had muttered, when the fog cleared up, and you had seen the lighthouse guiding you, instead of the comforting bustle of the town you lived in. You were about to turn around and make your way back, before you noticed the purple glow. Almost like it was calling your name, you followed and walked up to it through the fog, finding a floating purple lantern.
It was almost like it was magical, just hovering there, glowing. No one around.
The words of Aino had drifted back into your mind, as she had made you read story books with her and one of them talked about a magical oil lamp that granted wishes. "No one uses oil lamps in in Nod Krai, I bet its the magical lanterns that carry genies and wishes!" she had nodded confidently.
You weren't gullible, nor one to easily believe superstitions and follow them without question. Though… it couldn't hurt, right?
Your hands gently placed on the sides of the lamp, rubbing it gently, before you took them back and clasped your hands together. Squeezing your eyes shut and whispering, "puh-lease get me a beautiful boyfriend who's a gentleman and loves me and worships me, please, please, please!" you shook your hands before looking up at the sky with a sigh.
The lantern had flickered a little, as you hesitated before leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on the handle of it. When you pulled back, the lantern shook a little, making you step back worried, and look around confused. You had rushed back to Nasha town after that, brushing off the experience as a dream, until now.
"Am I gonna die? Oh mr. or mrs. lantern, I'm sorry for kissing your handle," present-day-you whined, before you felt a cold breath against your cheek.
"What are you doing, Miss Y/N?"
You shrieked, freezing up and quickly back away from the man, holding up your hands in front of him. It was the light keeper. The one you always took a second glance at whenever you used your see him, because whoever got to call him as his partner was destined with unimaginable luck. Flins looked unbothered and even tilted his head to the side, confused.
"I know what you're gonna say!" You whined out, and dropped to your knees dramatically. Flins was strong, he was scary, and even if he took your life because you had upset some lantern ghost, you probably wouldn't fight back just because you didn't want to ruin his beautiful face.
"You do?" his eyes widened for a fraction, before he hummed and nodded, holding the small bag to his side. "I see, I thought I was more… quiet about my advances." he muttered, rubbing his chin gently, in thought.
You sighed and nodded, head downcast, pouting and already thinking over your death. "I didn't know what I was doingggg.. the lantern was just… calling my name!" you gasped out, as he shook his head. "It was not," he corrected bluntly, making you sigh wearily. Your hands buried in the soil.
A few seconds passed, before you both spoke up at the same time. You blurting out your words. As he spoke eloquently.
"Please don't murder me!"
"Would you grace me with a potential romantic encounter, miss Y/N?"
You both froze, before meeting each other's eyes. equally confused. Flins eyes were narrowed, looking down in genuine confusion and slight shock. The most expressive you had ever seen him. Your eyes were widened, mouth agape slightly, and heat rushing to your face. Did… did the Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins just ask you out? On a date? Were you in heaven?
"What?" both voices spoke out at the same time.
Flins shook his head, looking at you utterly helpless and bamboozled as you stood up and dusted your hands off. “You’re not going to murder me…? B-but you were stalking me and obviously planning to kill me off because I upset the lantern ghost of Paha Isle!”
Flins looked side to side slowly before raising an eyebrow. “I beg your pardon?”
You sighed and lolled back your head before explaining to him exasperatedly. “Two months ago, I went to this place, like—“ you pointed over to some shrubbery alongside a crumbling stone wall, “—over there! I saw this glowing purple lantern and I walked up to it and rubbed it and wished for a boyfriend,” you nodded to him in complete seriousness.
“…so what makes you assume that I’d hurt you for wishing upon a floating lantern?” He raised an eyebrow, beginning to smile a little, starting to understand what was happening. He really wanted to see the look on your face when he revealed the truth now. He had prepared a big speech explaining all of his feelings, but you had thrown his whole planned confession out the window.
You blinked, once, twice, before awkwardly scratching the back of your head. “I’m starting to see that I was being a bit… irrational,” you nodded slowly.
“A bit?” He smiled, before handing you the paper bag, to which you looked inside curiously. Rye, and…
“Cupcakes. I had Mr. Aleksov prepare them especially for your tastes,” he hummed to you, watching as your confused expression flickered up to him before your eyes widened. “Oh! Oh, right, because you were going to ask me out…” you nodded, before pursing your lips and looking up at him confused. “But we’ve barely spoken to one another before this, why the sudden interest in me?”
He curtly nodded, before taking out the familiar glowing purple lantern and fading before your eyes. It only took 2.3 seconds for you to connect the dots, his figure reappearing when he saw that shy, “oh my god, what have I done?” look on your face.
“I was the lantern you wished upon,” he told you gleefully, tilting his head to the side with a teasing smile.
A whine escaped your lips, as you were contemplating burying yourself in the soil right then and there. “After hearing about your wish, I thought that you were a gorgeous young lady that deserved love, and after the… kiss,” he nodded, watching your eyes squeeze shut and hand cover your face. “I thought that I deserved to give you love. I never planned to stalk you, per se, but every time I tried to strike a conversation or anything with you…”
“I ran away,” you nodded, letting out an embarrassed whine and finishing his sentence.
He hummed, before taking the bag from your hands and offering you the cupcake. “My hands are pretty dirty,” you shrugged, still embarrassed and hating yourself inside your brain. “STUPID STUPID STUPID” kept bouncing around in your head.
Before you knew it, the cupcake was pressed against your lips, heat rushing to your cheeks and the tips of your ears, you took a bite out of it. Being fed by possibly the most handsome man in all of Teyvat.
“I’ve had a crush on you for a while…” you mumbled, swallowing and beginning to talk to him softly, as he listened carefully. “You saved me from the wild hunt around a year ago, and ever since then I’ve just thought you were so cool, and strong, and handsome,” you were whining, hands covering your cheeks shyly.
He didn’t hesitate, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss against your lips.
You froze, before feeling his lips dart out and lick up the tiny bit of icing on the corner of your lips, making your squeal embarrassed and quickly look away from him. Hands covering your face, heart beating faster than it was when you thought he was about to kill you.
“I hope you’ll entertain me for that date, my lady,” he spoke softly against your ear, smiling as he knew exactly what he was doing.
⟡ This is basically small headcanons of how I think they would react when seeing their lover fall. It's thought to be in the early stage of the relationship. Also this was not proof read so... enjoy it raw<3
Childe is the kind of guy who would see you slip on ice, laugh like a hysterical idiot at the way your ass meets the ground, and then slip right after you because he would be too focused on trying not to die of lack of oxygen from all the laughing to be careful himself. He’s an idiot and tries to live up to that name every single day of his life, apparently.
Sethos, the kind of guy who would see you fall, smile amusedly, and then fall on purpose right next to you so that you two can “be fools together”. And then he will help you stand up looking at you like you’re royalty he has sworn to protect when really, you probably look like a scruffy mess. He won’t let that thought make its way through your head though.
Diluc, the kind of guy who would see you slip, and immediately go ‘on my dead body will I let them fall when I’m standing next to them’ and will catch you with his reflex on and running and stopping you from hitting the ground. That man will NOT let his lover touch the ground in his presence. The ground doesn’t deserve you.
Kaveh, the kind of guy who would see you slip, and immediately go ‘on my dead body will I let them fall when I’m standing right next to them’ because ain’t no WAY he is letting you embarrass him in front of the world like that. He would be all like “don’t you have eyes? Gosh I can’t take you out anywhere” but then he would hold your hands through your whole time outside, saying it’s to prevent you from causing a disaster in front of the entirety of sumeru, when really his ears are burning and his heart feels very pleased by the excuse your close fall gave him.
Scara, the kind of guy who would try to catch you, fail, fall with you, and act like an embarrassed tomato who can’t bear to look that stupid in public. “See that’s the curse you bring to my life, why do I have to see your clumsy face every day to begin with. Useless.” He would stand up looking half irritated, half embarrassed, if the red cheek would be of any indication. And he would hate you even more when you’ll be back on your walk, “You say that but your sweet ass tried to catch me. You may pretend to hate me but your love is showing~”. Congrats on making him walk faster to avoid listening to your (very much true) embarrassing words.
Flins, of course, would foresee your falling from a mile away, and will hold you closer to prevent it. You’ll just end up flustered because of the sudden unexpected closeness while he will feel very content keeping his lover safe and their feet on the ground.
Chongyun is the kind of guy who would look at you all worried with puppy eyes, going “Are you okay?” like you’re on the brim of death. Which you are very much so. From embarrassment. But his reaction makes you forget entirely about the fact that you just fell in front of a lot of people, and will make you focus solely on the fact that this boy worries so much about you it makes him adorable. You can’t help but smile and reassure him and hold him close through the rest of your walk. That is, until he goes into overheat because of your closeness, which he likes very much but still has trouble controlling.
Alhaitham, the kind of guy who, after seeing you trip, would look at you like you’re the dumbest idiot to have ever wandered in Sumeru, will not even offer a hand to help you stand up, and will move on like nothing happened afterward. He would just talk to you like usual. Which… Makes you realise that it’s actually not that big of a deal. You fell, so what? Happens to everyone, right? No need to be embarrassed. Later on, you will catch him watching your step and directing you a bit to the left or the right to prevent you from tripping again. But he will behave like he isn’t doing any of this, as if it was just your regular walk in the city. Nothing new here (I see you).
Kaeya, the kind of guy who would just take this as an opportunity to flirt. If he manages to catch you, he’ll hold you close while saying some corny shit like “careful love, don’t go falling too hard for me”. If he doesn’t realise you’re falling before you already hit the ground, he will present his hand out, asking you “what is such a delightful sight like you doing so close to the ground? Shouldn’t you be way up in the sky, enlightening us all from your light?” Anyway he won’t miss a chance to do those cheesy borderline cringe remarks whenever he can, and of course you falling is the perfect occasion to do one. Of course.
The tags nonchalantly being my arch nemesis.
Oh and this was done in like 30 minutes when I was deeply sleep deprived, and I can't get why my brain is sparkling with ideas whenever I'm a hour away from passing out from lack of sleep??
I'm just imagining that a little while after you and Flins started dating, he becomes more comfortable with you referring to him using his first name, Kyryll.
It happened one time on accident. You were talking about your day, and it just slipped out of your mouth. "The traveler was talking to me about his journey earlier today. He fought a Fatui harbinger! Can you believe it, Kyryll?" You cover your mouth after you say it. "Sorry, Flins."
"Don't worry, dearest." he chuckles. "I like how it sounds out of your mouth."
I was literally screaming when I thought of this lol, HE'S SUCH A SWEETHEART I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AAAAAAAJVLHIVOBNPJFJ
Completely forgot to mention earlier but the divider is by @cursed-carmine
" may i ask for your hand, only if i may? " . . . 𝝑𝝔 knight who loves his prince/ss so much ! ft. rerir, dainsleif, durin, & varka x gn! reader (separately)
cw: monarchy au, knight! character x royalty! gn! reader, non abyss! rerir
synopsis. when the knight falls in love with his prince/ss
wc. 2k ; not proofread, might be ooc!
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rerir was very much so off the scale if you ask about dedication, but when it came to admitting his feelings about anything? ehhh, not so much... a sigh leaving his throat whenever he got to keep a secret eye on you based on the king's orders;
he was very much so sat atop the castle balcony just to make sure your 'escort' or whatever wouldn't hurt you, how dare he touch you without asking. he would've never done that.
was he jealous? nooo.... but was he just 'looking out for you'? definitely. just... just guiding you through the crowd while having a hand over your lower back.
yes, knight! rerir doesn't mean to do it, but his eyes always linger back onto you, even if you weren't there. and god even your father noticed,
but even when he noticed? he simply said he is watching over you forever, making sure you wouldn't be in danger anywhere at all, was he overprotective? maybe, maybe... but come on, he pledged his allegiance to you when you two were just kids, who could blame him for falling so hard and so easily.
rerir first fell before you became who he served, you were just kids when he was getting picked on by other kids at a school for the nobles that he managed to get in for being smarter than your average child. you shooed them off and offered him a hand, and that's when you started to eat lunch with him, studying with him, who wouldn't fall?
when he found out you were a prince/ss, his life's trajectory changed, scholar who? he's always wanted to become your guard and protect you for the rest of your life.
has all your number one hyperfixations, and best interests at heart all the time. his photographic memory? for knowing which foods you like best, and tells the chefs which ones to avoid. those flowers you were in awe over the day before? they're beside your bed now. the scent you were obsessing over for a week straight? well these bottles just arrived!
even now as you stared off into space, smiling and humming the tune you two always sang together—where was he looking? well, he wasn't just looking... he was admiring. dreaming, fantasizing, whatever you want to call it, he was daydreaming about a life where you two were just free; free to do whatever you want, living in an isolated little home far far from the city. he couldn't imagine it with anyone else but you.
"your highness, you cannot just space out the whole evening... you must greet guests." - "but having dinner with you is much more entertaining than they'll ever be."
...
"you wanna get out of here?"
always that courageous smile, always that brave stature, his live easy and chin up life had been totally turned into following you in the stupid little journey you end up getting yourself stuck in. even if it means getting in trouble, it is always to protect you.
he was enchanted by you, he was absolutely hypnotized by you, wrapped around your little finger. he could never leave you alone, nor could he ever not follow you, you are his duty, please love him back, your highness!
dainsleif loves you silently, and with loyalty to both the king and you... somewhat. he'll never admit his feelings, but yearns so badly for you; and it is very much mutual pining right under your nose.
"dain! come on! we have so much to do! just look at the festival!" you smiled, and the moon shone on you like you were a blessing from god himself,
"your- your highness! don't get that— your highness come back here!" he replied in split words, running right after you as you dressed in a commoner's clothes, hair in a mess, and a smile wider than the sun.
you were the sun to him.
the light in the dark.
the path he wishes to follow.
in which he did, he always did. he claims to be strict but the thing is, he always just let you do what you wanted whilst being right behind you to stop from doing something that would actually get you killed. he will scold you every now and then, but he will still trail you like a fox to the moon.
"isn't this delicious, i didn't know street food was so delicious and scrumptious as this!" you hummed in delight, taking a bite of the food on a stick, you hadn't tasted anything as good as this before. dainsleif was about to reply when you offered him a bite too. "you want?"
was it a coincidence he just happened to take a bite from the spot you bit? maybe, maybe not. but he still ate it anyway, staying silent as you proudly walk more along the streets, did you... did you mean to take his hand? "c'mon, they're playing! let's have fun too!"
and god was it bad he felt his heart bump in his chest seeing you interact with children, it's like you were made to care for them and he was obsessed. he was just sat to the side, eating a stick of whatever you two had earlier, watching in awe at the way you play so happily in kids' games.
if only he could just pick you up right here and now, run away to some rinky-dink village in order to live in peace while your father tries to find you. not that he would care too much anyways,
dainsleif wishes he could give you that adventurous little life you wanted so badly, the one where nothing would have to limit you, and no one controlled what you wore, ate, no nothing. just you and him.
"hey dain! did you see that? me and this little girl won! isn't that great?!" "one day..." "what was that?" "n-nothing, your highness."
durin was the cute knight that was assigned to protect you because of how truly strong he had grown during training camp and came out on top when he started out at the bottom. he was not familiar with english, but he learnt more to talk to you.
"and so, i told the noble to simply stop speaking to me, because who truly just asks for a royal's hand in marriage on the first day of meeting... doesn't anyone know about chivalry anymore?!" you continued on and on about a ball your father held in order to find you a partner.
"'rinnie? you listening?" "u-uhuh! yesyesyesyes, yes i am uhh.. your highness!" you giggle hearing his soft voice while he gazes at you confusedly, "is there any.. anything funny, your highness?" those big, adorable red eyes glanced into yours and you couldn't help but smile.
"please, just call me name when it's just us!" your smile was tantalizing, intoxicating even, he couldn't process anything anymore. god was it like puppy love between you two.
he would just call it caring for his 'best friend', is he secretly pining? who knows. it's totally not obvious when he literally melts when you cling onto his arm when he's on duty.
on duty = accompanying you out at any public events, even if people come up to you and ask 'is he even capable of a punch?' and gosh were you so proud of him whenever you talked about how great his skills truly were. "i-i'm not that good, i just got the hang of the basics..."
was he jealous when the prince trying to court you was flexing what he could do with one swift movement? what a joke this 'strong' royal was, he couldn't help but let a sigh out; he could do a hundred times his damage within milliseconds.
"'rinnie, are you jealous?" you question as you were on your way back from the party, holding onto his hand as he faces away. no his face isn't red, and no he wasn't... what are you even talking about!
"w―what? i am simply... keeping guard of you by standing right behind you." he fumbles over his words, sighing as he finally escorts you successfully to your room.
"here you are, your hi- i-i mean name, would you like um... any extra snacks before falling asleep like last time?" sitting you down onto your bed as you think about it; "no, but could you stay?"
"w-while you change?!" "no, silly! while i sleep!"
varka was promoted from the strongest, scariest, and bravest general of the mondstadt kingdom... to your bodyguard. you weren't exactly close beforehand, but gosh was he fun! to him? you were... well, the closest thing he's had to love.
he thought you were some uptight brat at first; yet he happened to find himself growing fond of you the more you two continued to talk, he realized you were just sheltered, way too much.
it was uncommon for varka to fall in love, i mean, he was totally into his work so of course he had no time for that relationship stuff. but god was he close to trying to have one with you; he loved loudly, but not enough for others to notice his affection for you.
"hey, your highness! hope i didn't keep you here so long..." your bodyguard was back from assisting the king, your father, with something, taking a large gift of bouquets, and your favorite snacks in one, "from me and your dad, whaddya think?"
placing them in your arms as you giggle, "i think they're amazing, var'. thank you for coming to the party mrs. and mr. rutherford! let's get going." you bow to the guests, politely rejecting the proposal of marriage with their son, "gosh, thanks varka, i don't think they would've stopped bothering me if you hadn't shown up."
you smile of relief, slowly following behind him as you two start to head to your room.
he didn't reply for a while; why? because he was just hoping, really, really hoping you would get the chance to at the very least get a slim chance of getting married to you because of all his strong feats. was it bad he wished it just the two of you walking back to your small cottage, talking about dinner with your two, maybe three kids?
"uhuh..." "are you even listening?" "nope." "have you realized we already went past my chambers too?" "ah, right, my apologies, your majesty, come along beautiful."
this wasn't the first time he tried his best to prolong your little duo time with him in order to just keep these dreams alive. going back to being a general? what even is a general?
all he knew was that you liked lillies, and wanted to see the outside world a little more beyond than just... crowns, and fancy clothing.
the twilight blinks beautifully above both of you, hiisi island always looks ethereal at this time. you're laying on the ground while he's sitting, both of your eyes hazy as they gaze above, lost in thought.
his thumb brushed your knuckles, tracing the dips and pads of your fingers, as if he's still so utterly fascinated by you. his eyes sometimes look down at your intertwined hands, staring as if he's holding something sacred.
your lips tug up and you tilt your head in amusement, "you've been staring at my hands an awful lot, kyryll. you fancy hands or something?" you teased.
"i fancy your hands. and is that such a bad thing?" he retorted back, splaying his hand against yours, his lips twitching fondly at how his hands towers over yours.
"it is certainly an... interesting obsession. weird but interesting." you replied, your lips melting into a soft smile as he engulfed your hand in both of his.
"dearest," he brings his lips to your hand and presses a soft kiss before blowing into them, knowing it'd bring a giggle out of you, "if weird is the label you put on me for simply cherishing something i consider precious... then weird i am."
you groaned as you got up, pushing his shoulder playfully, "you are such a sap sometimes." his shoulder shakes as he laughed quietly, wrapping an arm around your shoulder before pulling you close.
"i am for you."
"where the hell did you even learn how to be that cheesy?"
