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MYDEI

him started a fake relationship with yuu to piss off his dad as well it started with a bet with his friends, mydei came from an influential family and after his mother passed away as well as his father's neglectful ways, mydei started to rebel as a way to express his anger towards his father for moving on from his mother so fast acting as if nothing ever happen forgetting about her and wants him to move on. He started to join the wrong group, getting into trouble every week and tarnishing his family's good name. This behavior is something that a prince and future heir shouldn't exhibit. Even when his father tried to force him to participate into the family business mydei would feel a sense of suffocation in a room of oldies. One of his ways of rebelling is dating someone whose status is lower than his which is you. Originally his friends put on a bet of him dating with you, and he took it I mean cash and a bonus of pissing his dad off.

You were by far ordinary, originally he was just flirting and acting sweet until he realized it's started to get real and he's unable to pull back everytime when he gets into fights you are their to take care of his wounds, when he gets into an argument –you become his safe haven going to your apartment and staying over there as he lay on your lap and talk about his problems, problems he would never outright admit it or speak off, his toothbrush and clothes are in your drawer for when he decided to stay over, honestly he prefers your cozy apartment/house more than his family estate–choosing your homemade meals than whatever his private chef made but also ever since with you he learn he enjoys cooking and started to prepare meals for both of you. Both of you would ride at his motorcycle and watch the stars together, everything was perfect–you were perfect in everything.

Not until you learn about the bet, it was an accident–while you and him on a date in McDonald's late at night after a joy ride, his phone rang a message from his friends caught your attention – curiosity got the better of you and grab his phone, it was already open so you have no problem going through it... Sure it was an invasion of privacy but you caught Mydei going through your phone secretly to see if you're talking to any guy. Back to the current scenarios you went through his messages with him and his friends old ones before he grew feelings for you, messages saying how gullible you are and how unfuckable you are, you can instantly feel your eyes started to watered as your vision begins to blur as you scroll more until a loud bang of a tray crash of food fall on the floor full of your order as mydei stand shock and with the expression of guilt, before he can mutter a word you stand up and slap him before living him stun in the McDonald's. You order a taxi to get you home as your phone is being blown up by messages and calls of him.

Mydei has called you a total of 437 times and 999+ unread messages throughout the week, many of the voice messages are left unread as he begs of you to come back. What's even worse, the news outlets have been discussing the eventual engagement of the Kremnos heir with an heiress. That broke your heart even more, you soon didn't speak with him for the past 2 months.

until someone banged on the door not knowing who would visit your apartment/house at this hour you look at the peep hole, it was mydei... But something is wrong with him – you didn't want to let him in or want him to know your home so you pretend, his voice spoke up as you about to walk away he knows your home and he wants you to listen to him–the faint pleas of desperation get to you as you open the door he engulfs you in a tight hug and tried to kiss you but you move away breaking him even more, but somethings is off–his clothes are covered with specks of crimson that could be recognized as blood–he realize you notice the blood and reassure you that it's not his and how he manage to get rid of every obstacle for both of you as the back ground of the news you were watching instantly flash and discuss the murder of Eurypon and many of his corrupt advisors with the death of Eurypon the eventual crown soon is gonna fall on his son... Mydeimos and his new fiance you.

AVENTURINE

Aventurine hired you as a way to make his ex jealous, you a well known actress and singer renewed across the cosmos and penancony, you met mister aventurine when he personally requested you to meet him for a dinner in the Golden Hour most exclusive restaurant personally after you finish shooting another movie– he willingly paid you 50 million credits for you to be his fake girlfriend to make his ex jealous.

You always know the IPC executives are wealthy but not this wealthy they say the lead researcher of the herta space station received two planets for her birthday and never you would have thought, one of these rich bozos would personally ask you in face–for you to be his fake girlfriend to make an ex jealous, You take the deal.

At the first week of news of your "relationship" news outlets went crazy this story being at the front pages of the media, not to mention the bonus of aventurine buying you exclusive gifts as well as throwing cash for you even tho originally you said he doesn't have to because you have your own money but he insisted on spoiling you every chance he gets, it seems he's determined to get back at his ex.

You and aventurine would usually be seen together with his hands wrap around your waist as a sign of possessiveness during rewards shows, galas host by the IPC and penancony, and more. Many people would call you and him as the "it" couple and another who slandered your name and his every chance they get for no reason. You and aventurine actually seem to have chemistry, you would be there to answer his phone calls if he has a nightmare no matter even if you have a busy schedule, aventurine seems to have started to genuinely care and want to protect you even tho you didn't ask for it.

Suddenly you realize, you've been getting less gigs and some projects have been cancelled due to financial issues by the media due to someone been pulling away their funds, aventurine also seems to no longer care about his ex anymore he mainly focuses on you and once you realize he's been the caused of your career down fall he doesn't seem to be phase. He wants you to stay at home where you are safe. In fact why not quit your job as an actress retire early and live with him, he's being dead serious and if you tried to run away he has connections towards everywhere transportation, your accounts, movies, and assets all have been frozen by the IPC strategic department. And your contract was bought by aventurine meaning he owns you now.

JINGYUAN

Few years ago Jing yuan realizes yanqing lack of a female role model and as well as a mother figure in his life– and that worries jingyuan, meanwhile you were a craftsman in the artisan commission and a close of him since childhood. So he thought it might be the only logical way, is to ask you to be in a fake relationship with him–a fake marriage type of thing as well as being a mother figure for yanqing. Essentially you agreed because what's the harm that could bring plus Jing yuan allowed you to stay at his house rent free.

Everything was going smoothly, he wanted to buy a ring but you decided to craft some custom made ones without spending a penny. When the small boy that jingyuan found is no older than five years old learn that you're gonna be his step mother, the small boy clutches robes and hides behind him. But after a few attempts you manage to get him to open up by simply making him–his own costume sword.

A few years later that boy is about to reach his adolescent–him already 14 years old, a change from the child that used to cuddle towards you when hes having a nightmare, speaking of which you realize something between you and Jing yuan. This is a fake marriage right, but do people in fake marriages sleep in the same bed cuddling each other, do people in fake marriages kiss each other every time before they go to work, do people in fake marriages go on dates once every week, would people in fake marriages hug you from behind and wrap their arms round your face while leaving bite marks around the back of your neck and many-many more, you get the full picture.

Originally you and jingyuan slept in separate bedrooms but when yanqing questioned why both of you sleep separately you guys decided to sleep in the same bed for one week but then it became a regular accurance, to the point both of you sleep in the same bed for years. But theres also one thing you realize, you receive fewer to the point to none dangerous commission, most of the time you were recognized as the generals wife than yourself plus not to mention the amount of cloud knights guards that have to accompany you everytime when you go out or when your colors matches with Jing yuan and yanqing, you decided to confront Jing yuan.

It was already late at the office and most of the cloud knights are away or handling duties elsewhere, so it's only you and him at this current moment–his golden eyes lighten up when he realized it's you who entered, he stand up and approach you engulfing your body with his and give your lips a peck before basking in your body natural warmth "what did I do to receive the visit of my beloved" as his takes in your natural scent but the scene was put into a breathe stop as you push yourself away from his chest to give you both space, jingyuan looking at you with a calm and yet sad expression–confuse on why would you push him away " what have I done? To receive such coldness from my wife" with that line you decided to tell your thoughts about whether or not this should continue because both of you are in a fake relationship, jingyuan looks at you with confusion "what...fake relationship?" As if he forgot, you explain it to him about the deal and how it escalated and then it clicks on him "ahhh you meant the fake marriage thing... So what we are married still now" you interjected about how he never proposes or tries formal courting, while you were talking Jing yuan fingers lift your chin to make you look at him in the eye "then perhaps, would you like me to formally ask you to marry me" with dead seriousness.

DILUC

The most illustrated bachelor in all of mondstat of course everyone–noble status or not everyone wants a piece of him, and that's the problem. Since diluc also has duties as the dark knight of mondstat, it's hard to keep his identity a secret due to nobles constantly wanting to have him for dinner or banquets. So you are a knight who works closely with him during his days as a knight asking you, if you willingly enter into a fake marriage and you agree– both of you had a fake wedding, fake arrangements and documents. Your relationship is nothing more than business partners, both of you gained something from this as him able to do his dark knight duties and you using the Ragnvindr resources.

Recently Diluc realized he started to become more worried about you, you were indeed a strong knight but not as strong as him. Even tho you have a vision it still worries him that you are out there in the wild and what's worse what happens if the abyss order or fatui find out about you and his "marriage" and want to cause harm to you, to hurt him. Not to mention how overly possessive he is towards you, him always knowing some random noble man looks at your entire body as if it's an object–him putting his coat over your shoulder as a sign of ownership over you towards the noble man even then it's not enough, one of the Lawrence clan members was having a conversation with him at a gala and making disgusting comments Infront of him but one line have cause him to snap "Master diluc when you get tired of her, why not send her towards my chambers" this cause insufferable rage in him that have never felt for years which cause him to lose control and attack the noble man.

Even when you always mention how this marriage was nothing but a ruse for him it breaks his heart– even tho it originally started as a ruse it seemingly becomes something immeasurable for him, it has blossom into long devotion of love. Multiple times when you do something domestic it warms his hearts knowing you are his one example of is when you were helping the staff by doing the dishes late at night and diluc just came back from patrol, diluc stand at the door way for a while– then approach you and wrap his arms around your waist causing a surprise and flustered reaction, even tho both of you sleep separately he cannot help himself hoping to woke up towards your peaceful face, he reminiscing the many of times you take care of his wounds and help him manage the the dawn winery to let him rest easy as well as helping you train, his hands on yours guiding it how to swing more powerful it feels likes a ballroom dance. Oh how he wishes these moments would last maybe... It could

But one day, diluc received news of you being in critical condition after an attack from the abyss order after being tasked to escort a wagon of important goods–he rushed towards the cathedral and when he saw your bandage face and your body being covered by the burns caused by the pyro abyss mage something awaken inside of him, seeing you weak and scars on your beautiful face and body causes him to have a physical fight with kaeya blaming him for failing to protecting you–the acting grand master jean manage to restrain him with the help of Barbara after some cooling down kaeya is sent to be treated by Barbara for his bruises while diluc wait in your bedside.

After that diluc prevents you from leaving the winery and wanting you to resign your post as a knight and stay as well as officially becoming the lady of the winery but isn't the title of lady of the house made only for the wife I mean you are considered to be the wife of diluc but technically that isn't the case because it was a fake marriage. But towards diluc he's determined to make the marriage real even when it started as a ruse, he doesn't care all that anymore all her want is you and you alone even if it means going against boundaries or going back to his words.

WANDERER/ KUNIKUZUSHI

Imagine if the only reason guys are fake dating is due to a mission specifically sent and ordered by the dendro archon, both of you have to date for 3 months in the desert to infiltrate an erimite based who's been causing trouble for the locals and as well as the akedemiya. So here you are, spending the next 3 months in the desert with him, You and him don't get along at first due to his personality, and not to mention how he originally treated your archon. The dendro archon took him in and yet he's still showing some sort of agenda against her, and yet your archon would always say to give him time due to what he went through and adjusting, you had no clue what she meant but you trust your archon.

One argument in the desert causes both of you to be trapped in a domain with no way out, this also causes more conflict between both of you and split up after it , but something tells you to go look for him and so you did–turns out it was a bad idea because you also put yourself in danger trying to save him, he was about to be hit by an attack but he doesn't seem phased so you think the only logical options pushing him out of the way so that he didn't get hit. And now you are being carried in a bridal style because you're bleeding by the waist, him calling you an idiot–but in your current mind how could he call you an idiot when he seems to willingly take the attack.

now you are being treated for your injuries in Aaru village, and he is sitting next to you watching over you, you were unconscious not knowing his eyes are over you how could someone so weak and fragile tried to save him–the reason of not dodging is due to him fully knowing his puppet body able to endure it and survive but meanwhile you, nothing but fragility still want to save someone even if risking death how stupid or brave are you.

After that he started to be less rude to you and be nice, his backhanded compliments and bluntness has been limited. Instead of degrading you he starts to degrade you less, soon both of you start to get along and hang out with each other. Everything seems peaceful and more clear with you even if he's struggling how to deal with human emotions for so long after avoiding them hes willing to try and understand you.

Even tho you are confused at the recent behavior change and even tho your mission has already ended and both of you don't need to pretend to date anymore he stills continue to follow you around and accompany you, you thought oh he's just warming up but you didn't know that he already requested your hand in marriage from the dendro archon.

TARTAGLIA

Tartaglia is so done being pestered by the other harbingers for not bringing or having a date towards banquets and gala, especially from pantalone. I mean he may not have a date but at least he doesn't have a different girl every time when there's a banquet, he's not a womanizer unlike the number ten, I mean sure he dated people but it's usually on short terms. So to get off the other harbingers from his back he decided to fake a relationship with someone.

Hmm what would be better than his own personal assistant... Which is you, I mean why not–you've been nothing but a life saver for him in multiple times even tho you're not on the same combat level as him maybe under him, your the one that mostly deals with the paper works of the chaos he causes, of course you would agree I mean it's just extra time hanging out with him looking pretty and act as a couple I mean your cool with it obviously.

What he doesn't know is that You secretly hated him for his existence, he's not particularly a good boss leaving you with the paperwork so he can have to fight the mightiest beast in snezhnaya–while you stay behind having to deal the real work. You absolutely Despise him for this but not also the big ones but small ones as well. His behavior is insufferable not to mention the amount of harassment. Originally everything was going well, but suddenly it turned sour due to Tartaglia's change of behavior of pretending to think something like you and his relationship is real, He drowned himself at the illusions of you every night and seems to show no signs of remorse of it about the many times he thought of you in bed. Even when you tried to create distance from you and him–it seems he always finds a way to come back to you, I mean no one wants to get on the bad side or associate with a Harbinger of the tsaritsa.

During another one of pantalone banquets where you desperately tried to excuse yourself to not come and want to stay behind to take care of your friends and family but he forced you to be there, everything is so overwhelming and you feel you're being suffocated by him. People that love you need your help due to poverty but unfortunately you're unable to help because you're too busy entertaining these rich bozos who don't care that their own people are frozen to death from the snow. You don't know why but every time Tartaglia opens his mouth it angers you more, this absolutely selfish man– for some reason your body moves on your own and you tackle the number eleven harbinger catching him off guard and the guest and you start to Puch him multiple times even tho your first hurts knowing the man that is laying below you is bleeding but showing no signs of discomfort but a look of euphoria as if he fall in love with you more as you were about to choke the harbinger you were struck down by a fatui soldier and drag away... You soon found yourself in a cell.

You are waiting for your sentence the next day but nothing has been mentioned, but instead the door towards your cell open revealing Tartaglia with a giddy look "originally you would have been dean if it weren't for me you would already be dead, pretty a loud scene you made at the gala attacking a harbinger out in plain sights most of our soldiers don't have the same level of courage of you... But maybe that's why you're specifically under my rule" Tartaglia slowly walk closer towards your cell and lean on it pressing his head on the bars that separate you and him, Tartaglia "we are perfect for each other" that line is a deceleration on how you and him are gonna forever be bound, you were released but instead freedom you once held is now gone and a new cage open that represented itself as a wedding ring on your finger.

KAMISATO AYATO

Many of the noble status in inazuma have already heard or once heard about the name of Kamisato Ayato, the head clan of the kamisato clan and as well as head of the yashiro commission. Some would consider why the head clan would remain unmarried after so long and as well as how desirable he is, or is it he purposely did that.

You were also another heir of a powerful but recently ayato found out that the clan has been doing illegal business–you and him decided to team out, to expose. Despite your outside exterior, you would usually present yourself as an aloof and enigmatic noble which is something that ayato can relate to and as well as using fashion and makeup to cover Yourself from being recognized.

Ayato is quite pleased with your cunningness and reliability matches with him It is such a shame that your engagement is fake because he would love you right beside him, he's pleased that you are able to split from your political self and your inner self. As well as how such an impact you are on ayaka life, since their mother passed away she doesn't have a lot of female role models but with you she can finally have someone she can go to for girl problems and as well as how kind are you towards the estate children, reading them books and playing with them, One day you would be a good mother.

During the climax of the plan, he intentionally gonna get you off scot-free. But what surprised him is that you don't want to do that, he already made an escape route thinking you take it but you didn't want to because you also view yourself guilty for not doing anything in the first place, even tho he tried to respect your wishes he couldn't help but to go against it. How can he possibly let the mother of his future children die in vain. Please forgive him for not respecting your wishes, he's just nothing but a man who fell in love with you and is unable to live another day without you in it because you bring something into his days and his unwilling to let go of it.

GING FREECSS

do i even need to say anything? ging is a prick who's allergic to speaking his mind. you need to actually work to figure out what he's thinking at any particular moment. not only is he spontaneous and unpredictable, he's also emotionally dense. he actually can't tell why you're so mad that he kidnapped you. it's not that big of a deal, he's taking you on an adventure of a lifetime! also, he totally expects you to be all lovey-dovey with him while putting no effort in. you better kiss up to him constantly, but if you ask for a hug, he gets annoyed.

DIO

again, do i even need to say anything? dio's personality naturally lends itself to being an annoying shit. he's impulsive, manipulative, abusive, dominant, a freaky motherfucker and immune to self-awareness. there are three people in a relationship with dio; you, him and his ego. be warned.

AVENTURINE

"hershey," you might say, "isn't aventurine an angel compared to the first two?" yes, he is, but that doesn't diminish his own irritating personality. aven, in my mind, is a whirlwind to be with in a regular relationship, let alone as a yandere! he can be cold and regretful one minute, locking himself up in a room because he feels as though he doesn't deserve you. the next? he clings on to you like a leech, trying his best to pick and prod at you for whatever reason possessed him at that moment. you'd need to be a saint to not crack at some stage, your mental health worn down by his own crippling lack of emotional regulation.

GOJO

oh, satoru gojo. a manchild by any definition of the word. truly the kind of person that people warn each other about in gcs. no matter what era he snags you; from his years at jujutsu tech to his present, slightly more mature role as a teacher, you'd have to turn into his mother AND his "lover" for the sake of your own survival. he, too, clings like a leech, but unlike aven, its 24/7. he wants to monopolise all your time, be number one in your heart-- and if anything comes in the way of that, its gone! he also has no clue how to take care of himself, let alone you. yes, he could hire maids, but especially as he grows older, his ego wouldn't allow him to. thus, you'd have to keep your ear out for when he decides to cook a "romantic breakfast," because usually that means you'd have to call the fire brigade.

KAIBA

like with DIO, being kaiba's darling has three people; you, him and his ego. he feels as though he knows best at every opportunity. and when i say every, i mean every. wanna pick out your clothes? sorry, kaiba thinks this looks better than whatever cheap polyester you picked out. makeup? kaiba already picked out the latest and best makeup, straight from the lab. food? actually, this salad is way healthier than that burger you wanted, and he can't have his spouse eating slop. what would that make people think? it is truly horrific, especially if you, i dunno, want to eat something other than porridge every morning.

You could feel the sun on your skin as you lay on the lounge chair on the private beach that the resort has provided for your captor. You honestly wished you could have stayed in the hotel room, but of course, you just absolutely insisted that you come along in an attempt to at least act like you were having fun on this trip, since he had been desperately trying to get this vacation for so long. You still remember how he told you, scrolling through his phone when you were lying in bed after sex, all sore, winded, and just wanting to go to sleep, when he decided to show you all the little dresses he had in the online cart for you, some that were actually cute, and some you were certain would not cover your ass and you were certian you would have to wear on nights in your room when he wanted to have some fun and you would be at his disposal, and of course you were right. Then the swimsuits he bought were something else entirely different. He made you try them all on the night before you left, and his hands practically never left your body the entire time. Actually, they really never left your skin, since they were all so revealing, and he certainly had your legs shaking by the end of it, so much so that he had to help you put on the last one, but it hardly stayed on for very long. You considered yourself lucky that today you got to wear the least revealing one, a soft bubblegum pink one-piece with a ruched drawstring that ties into a bow at the bust with a keyhole cutout just below that exposed a bit of your underboob. 

“Hey there, my pretty girl.” You could hear his sing-song tone as he sat down on your lounge chair alongside you. You wished you were not wearing sunglasses, so you would have an excuse to keep your eyes closed, but you knew he would keep pestering you until you did so. You groaned as you sat up, pulling your sunglasses up to look at the Stoneheart as he leaned forward, pressing a playful kiss to your lips. “Sunbathing, hm?” “Mhm.” You hummed in response to his question, ready to lie back down and ignore him again.

“Come on, now, babe.” You could hear the neediness in his voice, and you could not even react as he leaned his weight against you, making you lie back down on the lounge chair alongside him. “You have been upset the entire time we have been here.”

“We’ve barely been here a day, and please get off of me, it is too hot for this, Aventurine.”

“I rest my case, I practically had to drag you out to dinner last night.” He slid his arms underneath you and around your waist, resting his head on your chest. “How about I order some drinks for us, or lunch, or ice cream? I hear they have really good frozen grasshoppers here. I think you’ll like them, it is like a minty chocolate drink-”

“I am fine, Aventurine-”

“Well, I am not.” He cut you off before pressing a kiss to the skin peaking out from the cut out just below your breasts. “I want you to have fun on this trip as well. We never get to spend time like this together, we have a whole month to ourselves, I don’t have any meetings or parties to take up my time, and you don’t have to spend all your time alone in the penthouse or suite. So what is going to happen is that I am going to order some drinks for us, some lunch, maybe some ice cream or some other dessert, and we are going to eat, get a bit tipsy, and have some fun.”

“And if I don’t?” 

“Well, I could send you back to the room, tie you up and have fun with you that way.” “I…” His words send shivers down your spine, his words alone made you feel sore just by knowing what would happen. “Ice cream sounds fine.”

“I’d thought you’d say that, baby.” You watched him reach over, pulling his phone out of his pocket as he scanned the QR code the hotel had set out on the table between the chairs for the guests to use. “Now, what do you want?”

Requests are open

Varka was a gentleman.

Of course, he visited your parents. Because family was important, after all. Earning their blessings had been awfully easy, considering his power and prestige in Mondstadt. In fact, they’d scolded you themselves when you startled at the sight of him sitting in your living room. They apologized on your behalf, for your ‘ignorance’, and urged you to retract your answer.

Because family was important, after all, for your marriage.

Varka was a gentleman.

Of course, he wouldn’t dream of forcing you to accept him, despite your accusation. He didn’t have to. Your parents had done the job themselves, and he was certain other people would deem it unfortunate to reject such a famous bachelor. And you’d have no choice but to agree, wouldn’t you? Your family was one thing, but if the entirety of Mondstadt peer-pressured you into marrying him, what could you do?

Varka was a gentleman.

But it didn’t mean he was stupid. Being a knight wasn’t all about fighting, as you seemed to assume. Sometimes it required manipulation, and for people like you, he’d need a softer approach. A roundabout approach. He didn’t mind it. It was nice hearing the stories of your childhood straight from your parents rather than from his informants. He could almost imagine little you waddling, babbling, and drooling in that humble house.

He could imagine their baby doing the same thing in their house.

You were crying during your wedding, and because Varka was such a gentleman, he wiped the tears away gently. The guests cooed and swooned at his romantic act. They didn’t know the reason behind your sadness, and they didn’t need to know. They probably wouldn’t even want to know. What was there to cry about when you were marrying the Grand Master himself?

“Don’t cry. I never hurt you, after all.” he whispered.

As such, you never had any reason to complain about him. Not to you, and certainly not to anyone. Maybe then, you’d finally realize it and accept your new life together.

“I’ve heard so much about you, Honorary Knight! It’s almost like I know you—which sounds strange, I’m sorry, it’s just—it’s an honour to meet you!”

Varka grimaces. Your voice travels far when you speak so loudly. Usually, you are quiet, focused on fulfilling the duties that he orders. Yes, sir, is the most he can get out of you, along with a Favonius salute. Straight-forward, professional, emotionless. You never speak with him about things unrelated to work, even when most formalities have been laid to rest when the knights celebrate a day’s hard work with drinks. Sometimes, just to make conversation, he visits the tent you work in and gently persuades you to tell him who had been drinking the most the night prior. And even then, your answers are brief. It was all of us, you had once innocently said to him as you pointed to the entire Favonius Keep before resuming your work. The conversation, if he could call it one, ended right there. Varka admires your loyalty to your friends who you refuse to single out in front of their commander, but he wishes you could extend more than just a knight’s loyalty to him as well.

Perhaps if you knew Varka like you do the Honorary Knight, you would be chatting with him instead. He sacrificed his destiny, one where sagas would have remembered his name for centuries to come, just to prevent the Wild Hunt from reaching Mondstadt, from reaching your home. Even while in Nod-Krai, he delegates menial tasks to keep you out of harm’s way. He only brought you here to keep you close, but you maintain such a professional distance from him. So far like a bright star whose warm rays have long turned cold before reaching him. If only you knew.

Varka’s thoughts are interrupted by the Honorary Knight's humble laugh at your praise. Paimon then quickly interjects, taking credit for her part in the deliverance of Mondstadt from draconic chaos.

“Paimon! How could I forget about you? You’re as legendary as our knight!”

You all laugh and a pang of jealousy hits Varka deep in the chest. He is grateful for the traveler, but he wishes that his glorious day, where he can show you what honour looks like, would come sooner so you no longer feel more moved by hearing stories about faraway victories brought to you by travelling winds.

You continue speaking with the traveler while Varka listens absentmindedly. The soft breeze tousles his hair as he draws circles into the dirt ground beneath him with his finger. The cold air has left cracks on the skin of his knuckles in ways that resemble the abyssal fissures in the ground from which the Wild Hunt sprouts from. Blood decorates pale skin, his own body trying to escape himself. Pathetic—that is how he feels, but are his current circumstances not the consequence of his own choice? In the strangest way, he has unknowingly trapped himself inside free will, inside freedom…

…Until you say something that truly catches Varka's ear.

“Fate brought you here—I know it. And despite being dealt a bunch of cards upon entering our world, you chose a righteous path.”

Fate had wanted Varka to defeat Dvalin, yet he chose another path. With his claymore, Varka tore the fabric of the false sky and carved onto the moon a new destiny for himself. Fate, a force that bestows favour to one person as it chokes another with unmatched cruelty—a force that plucks people at random to throw into its pit of chaos. It is the same fate which Varka has so easily changed by choice.

Does that not mean then that Varka is greater than fate?

Oh, the thought drives him wild! There has always been a thirst in his heart for something more invigorating and here it is! A whirlwind of thoughts takes over. The many paths he could pave for himself and yet all this time he has waited for inferior destiny to hand him his title of hero with a ribbon around it. How absurd.

And how absurd one of his thoughts is, too, indeed. He envisions it clearly as if looking into his own scryglass. His beloved Mondstadt is up in flames. The Wild Hunt devours the cobblestone streets and windmills as people run rampant, calling for their absent god to save them. A horrible sight full of opportunity.

How has he not thought of this sooner? One must understand that the only way to be called a hero is to deliver victims from disastrous misfortune. All this time he has protected you before danger could even graze you, but if he just let one of those monsters near, close enough to scare, not touch, maybe he could swoop in as your knight in shining armour. If stories are what have made you so passionate, surely you will worship the one who performs miracles upon witnessing his unrivaled power save you and your homeland. Will you then see Varka as the hero he was meant to be? His heart beats rapidly at the thought.

Mondstadt has survived a calamity before; it can endure another, he thinks.

A statue in his honour, perhaps a crown atop his head. The people of Mondstadt chant his name as if in prayer just as Barbeloth had shown, but this time only one voice stands out. A melody. Your eyes are trained on him as his name falls from your lips in angelic praise. There is that brightness, that passion, that genuine interest in him that should have been his from the start!

The Hexenzirkel would laugh if they knew what one of their children, as Alice had put it, was thinking; but alas, Varka can only ever think when he has nothing better to do.

In that world, he can have you. It may never actually happen—Varka is not completely senseless, but let the man imagine. The thought fuels his dreams as he falls into a slumber.

The last thing he hears from you is: “May the fated winds lead you far in life, traveler.”

The winds may lead the Honorary Knight, but where will Varka lead the winds?

*Written and posted before 6.4 update.

A/N: Varka is so dreamy.

making you fall for him was an admittedly easy feat, after all the whole city already vouched for him the second they caught wind that varka had his eye on you. isolating you proved a little more troublesome, but nothing he didn't already plan for. it's easy to have someone do exactly what you want when you give them a few nudges in the right direction.

klee wants to get to know you better? varka encourages you to take time to go fish bombing with her!

varka "overhears" albedo saying he was looking for more people to sketch? he's already volunteered you to be one of his subjects. aw come on, don't you want a portrait of yourself?

the library looks like it's due for a clean, could you spare some time to help lisa? so on and so forth.

by the time you realise anything, it's already too late. you've cancelled on your friends and family one too many times, to the point that they've just stopped trying to spend time with you, and now your "friend" groups are all his friends and of course varka himself, posing as the one person who would never ever leave you.

or, if that doesnt work, varka has no problem with charming his way through it all. silver tongued and handsome, with all these titles and achievements to his name, varka is the standard and he knows he is. now, there's truly no one left on your side.

varka knows that the mundaneity of mondstadt, while a sign of peace and ultimately a good thing, makes people bored. everyday is just slightly different if not the same as the last, and people start to seek a reason to celebrate anything and everything - and that's why he's so eager to put on such a show. rumours of his desire to wed you spread like wildfire, and soon everyone and their mother knows that varka is going to marry you.

you knowing about it isn't anything of particular concern to him, because he already has you within the palm of his hands. when he proposes, the grand event that it is, varka knows you can't and you won't say no. if not because of him, then because you know everyone is expecting nothing less than an enthusiastic yes. if you reject him, then the entire city would be down in the dumps for god knows how long. klee, sweet little klee, would be so confused and sad about why you said no. or razor, who already saw you as family, trying to understand why you didn't want to be part of his family. what would you say to them?

could you handle that kind of guilt, knowing that you were the reason why everyone was devastated, why such a joyous day was ruined?

so you say yes, you continue, just like it was. you've gotten this far, and varka clearly adores you. he's nothing but loving, and you can't rationalise to yourself any reason why you would ever say no to him.

and then, if you ever realise someday just how screwed this all is, there's nothing you can do about it anyway. even when he leaves for the expedition, you can't find it in yourself to run away and leave mondstadt. so, like the good wife that you are, you wait quietly for the day your husband comes home.

Now stand a few knights at your door with multiple large barrels behind them. Your name is engraved onto golden plaques on every lid. One knight reads a letter from the Grand Master, emulating his laugh, too, and likely at his behest, but it falls deaf on your ears as you carefully remove the lid of one of the barrels.

It is filled with flowers and plants you have never seen, ones that seem to glow brighter than the small lamp grass that grows in the woods nearby, or so you think as you only have your fading memory to use for comparison. One guard tells you that they are Nocturnal Blossoms along with kuuvakhi-imbued stems plucked from the coast lines and mountain ridges of Nod-Krai. The petals are soft under the pads of your fingers which are now left with a sparkly, iridescent residue from the pollen that mimics an ethereal moonlight glow. A mark of the north, a mark of Boreas.

The smell of the northern sea has invaded your home, so much so you open the windows and doors to let out the intense scent which should have been soothing yet it suffocates you. Flowers now sit in every corner in the many extravagant vases sent with his shipments. On the dining table, the kitchen counter tops, the coffee table. Even the shelves are decorated in pink, blue, and red. It is too much unnecessary decor that overwhelms the home, the heart, but maybe that is what he wants. No matter where you stand, a flower sits nearby, plucked from its root and forced to drink tap water at the bottom of a vase as its sustenance. But nature needs more than this to survive. It needs a life force, and without kuuvahki, it must improvise.

You feel drained and anxious. Perhaps the intense fragrances have given you a headache, maybe even delirium, because it seems that as you move around the house, the flowers shift, too, watching you, observing you. Their petals always seem to face you, their anthers always seem to point at you.

With the bathroom door left ajar, you quickly go to refresh yourself by splashing water on your face when you notice the pollen will not wash off. The droplets of water sitting on your skin sparkle, now imbued with residual kuuvahki. You scrub your hands erratically with soap and water but it only irritates the skin.

That is when you look at your face in the mirror and notice sparkles dusting your cheeks where your hands had touched to wash your face. The lamp overhead catches the shimmer of each sparkle, but it is not that which catches your eyes; it is instead the opened, unread letter sitting on the coffee table in the adjacent living room which you can see reflected in the mirror through the open door. A vase sits next to it and a fallen petal rests on top.

You approach the letter slowly like it poses a physical threat. It does not help that you feel the plants around the room turn to face you as if you are being scornfully observed inside a panopticon prison. With shaky hands, you open the card to reveal neat yet slanted writing.

To my dearest flower,

I hope you are doing well. I haven’t received a letter from you in a long time, but my captains tell me you are content. I would love to hear back from you. And although I am sad to say that this is yet another year I won’t be home to celebrate Valentine’s Day with you, I have sent something to remind you that I will always be there in spirit. I’m sure you already know what I’ve sent. Surprise! Can you believe some of my soldiers told me it was too much? I don’t think it was enough. I had the ones who disagreed carry the barrels on their backs to the ship that has now delivered your gift. One tripped and threw the barrel over his head! It dented the ship’s hull, which means it's safe to say that flowers can be a great additional weight for battering rams, but that’s not important to you hahaha. I’ll send more if you want, just write to me. These kinds of gifts don’t last long, but they are pretty and smell great. I hand-picked some myself, but I can’t seem to get the pollen off my hands. I bet you’re having the same problem. Doesn’t matter though. It connects us in a way even though we’re thousands of kilometers apart. That is what this day is about.

And don’t worry, I’ll be coming home soon one day, but I’m sure when that time comes, I won’t be able to see the flowers you have decorated our home with.

Until then and forever, I will always love you,

Varka, Knight of Boreas

A petal falls from a Nocturnal Blossom in the nearby vase. Two sparkly petals now sit idly on the table, and suddenly, you gain awareness of how quickly time passes. The present which you have basked in for so long is but a fleeting moment. The past always catches up as the future rolls near. It is a suffocating place to be stuck between.

These flowers—those two petals—as delicate as they are, are the greatest force to have ever broken through your door. They are a reminder that even while overseas, you are always bound to him.

There is no freedom in Mondstadt.

♡

Flins - A Soulful Gift

Few would guess that Flins is a skilled tradesman with an artistic vision. And even fewer would be able to tell that such a gentleman would harbour such sick intentions as he does. There is a reason why animals stay wary of him, for they are pure of heart and sense danger better than the human being. The cemetery’s isle has been vacant of all birds for the last week as they were scared away by the loud clanging coming from the Flins’ workbench. He has been working hard for this special day, tinkering in his workshop and reading ancient books from his library about the transferral of body and mind outside the spiritual realm—books of the occult. One might say he has truly put his heart and soul into his creation. He has grown tired, but he is sure his efforts will pay off.

And he is hopeful that you will notice.

Although you have known him for some time as a friend, you are not aware of his true nature. You only know him as a valiant lightkeeper who had once saved you from the Wild Hunt. Always, I shall remain at your side, always, he had promised you as he gently kissed your hand after saving you from an attack. I am glad I came across you in time, though it would have been better if I had already sensed the danger sooner Perhaps another time. Your admiration for his courage had outweighed any thoughts that questioned his strange words.

But maybe tonight, you shall think more clearly without the adrenaline of being saved clouding your judgement. Question is: how many signs will it take for you to notice?

You sit across from each other at the dining table inside his lighthouse. Your plates are filled with extravagant food that, unbeknownst to you, was cooked by Illuga prior to your arrival after he was persuaded by Flins’ insistence coupled with compliments about his culinary skills. Flins does not want you to know this, however, so he does not correct you when you compliment the food that he pushes around with his fork and seldom takes bites from, forcing himself to swallow and hoping you do not notice his look of distaste.

But you do notice, so he distracts you by speaking about anything and everything which he does so well. This is your first sign that something is wrong.

“I am glad you agreed to celebrate this day with me. I would call you my Valentine but that may sound cheesy.” He chuckles as he brings a cup of Fire-Water to his lips. When you laugh in response as you look down at your food, he takes the opportunity to pour some alcohol into his dim lantern that sits hungrily under the table by his feet, waiting for fuel to burn.

“Maybe, but I wouldn’t mind it.” Heat rises to your cheeks until you meet his gaze. He looks sickly but his eyes are livelier than ever, and just momentarily, they seem to glow as one with the candle-lit room. How quickly it sends a cold shiver down your back.

He blinks and the glow vanishes. “I must say you look lovely.” His eyes trail up and down what is visible of your body above the table before resting on your decolletage which is uncovered by your garments. That is when you see it again. You want to blame the alcohol for distorting your vision or perhaps even the flickering flame on the table, but you swear you see, just for a second, his eyes take on the same golden glow as if his soul is trying to escape from his body. This is your second sign.

“Thank you,” you stutter.

“Now that we are finished with dinner,” Flins begins, though his plate remains more than half full, “I would like to give you something.” Before you can speak, he reveals a velvet box from a pocket inside his coat. “I am no jeweler, but I have to admit I am quite skilled with my hands.” He moves the box closer to you before opening it. Inside sits a polished, silver necklace with a vial-like pendant resembling a heart. Across the front in a dotted line are incredibly small pieces of glass to peek inside this locket. “Please don’t tell me you hate it.” He chuckles shyly.

“I wasn’t expecting a gift, especially when you have already so kindly invited me into your home for dinner.” You smile. “This is beautiful, thank you. I can’t believe you made it for me.”

“It was more difficult than I had anticipated, but alas, determination gets you far.”

“And what a beautiful result it has produced.” You slowly reach for the box when he pulls it back.

“Let me.”

He stands up slowly—weakly. The hard wood creaks beneath his weight as he trudges over and stands behind your chair. Cold fingers gingerly push back any hair that protects your neck. He lifts the necklace above you as though he is placing a crown atop your head before lowering it, the pendant now decorating your bare decolletage. His touch lingers and raises the hair on your skin as he steadily secures the clasp. It all seems too slow, too languid, as if he is tired or simply indulging in this moment. And it is both. He struggles with fastening the two ends of the silver chain because his hands have actually lost quite a bit of their dexterity, but when he pushes your hair back in place, his fingers feel a faint itch to run through your locks which he resists.

“It suits you.”

The date comes to an end when the moon has risen high with the tide that threatens to drown the isle should you stay any longer. Flins escorts you to the coastline where you shall depart. In the most respectful manner, he bids you farewell with a kiss to your cheek. His kiss is akin to a frostbite for his lips are as equally cold as the chilly sea breeze and the death he and this cemetery reek of. You wave goodbye once you cross the other side of the narrow strait separating the cemetery and Paha Isle. He slowly reciprocates it but he does not turn away when you do, nor does he seem to pay mind to the seagulls on the coastline that take flight in a hurry upon noticing his presence. It is only when you are out of sight that he heads back to the lighthouse.

As you walk home, you notice your chest begins to burn. The heat is slight, almost unnoticeable under the warmth of your thick coat, until it gradually worsens. It seems to come from your pendant which grows hotter against your skin with every step as if it is being engulfed in flames. You feel guilty for what you think is obviously your brain playing tricks as it had at dinner when you were enjoying a glass of alcohol, but the heat soon becomes unbearable. You unclasp the necklace and examine it. Cool silver against your palm with no sign of a flame’s touch. Strange. It is a rather heavy locket without a hinge. Its contents, which you cannot observe in the dark night, are inescapable. You curse your foolishness and stuff it in your pocket, oblivious to the fiery blue glow now peaking through the glass knowing you cannot see. This would have been the third sign.

Meanwhile Flins is home, humming a soft tune as he pushes and pours his remaining food and alcohol into his lantern that burns more passionately than it had ever before. As it lights the entire room, new, replenishing energy fills his entire body; blue blood runs hot once again through his veins.

Was transferring a part of his soul into the pendant worth nearly dying? He thinks so. A gentleman should never break his promise.

This way, he will always remain at your side and will thus be able to sense danger sooner than the birds who flee from his isle.

♡

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! I am a teensy bit late with posting this but it's okay. I hope your day was filled with love and joy from your closest loved ones! I also hope you enjoyed these fics. I spent so much time writing them even though I've got the cold, but I wanted to write something for my now 200+ followers! Thank you so much!

"I... I'm sorry. I didnt mean to, I'll leave straight away" you stumbled on your words as you did with your feet, backing away slowly as the man remained in his place, standing still.

For some reason, you felt his steps towards you, even when he didnt move an inch. He was a fair distance away from you, but his shadow still seemed to loom over you.

"Oh but I cant have that. Not when your pretty eyes have already feasted on so many of my dark secrets" he lets out a hearty chuckle that drains any colour on your skin. You swallow thickly, wishing to erase the memory of seeing this man shapeshifting.

"I wont tell a soul! I promise!" you raise your voice that comes out in broken cracks, your eyes already wet with fear.

"How touching. Though I don't doubt the pleas from a frantic mortal, I dont like taking chances" he hums, taking one step forward.

"Come, I'm sure I'll find a pleasing spot to gather your bones somewhere in the corner of-"

He was still far. You could make it if you tried.

So you bolted.

"Ah ah. Don't run. Your little legs can only take you so far."

You hear his voice echo along with his slow steps forward. They thundered into your ears as your lungs take in every bit of air to allow your body to run as fast as you could.

Flins lets out a tsk, shaking his head, "The ground is wet too, what ever would happen if you were to fall-" he pouts before his shoulders shrug up at the thud, "ah, seems I spoke too soon. You poor thing~"

You're wounded now, the aching of your freshly grazed knee doesnt seem to worry you more than the face that appears right infront of you.

"There there, do not fret. I'll be gentle from now on. You frightened thing~ I didnt mean to get you so worked up" Flins huffs, extending his arm to you.

You're shaking, from head to toe, your clothes now wet from the floor you crashed onto.

"You dont have anywhere to return to, do you? Even if you did, the weather conditions are far too harsh for you to bear"

You take a look at your fingers, cold, and numb. Though you're unsure the fate that awaits when you take his hand, you're sure there's truly no option left.

Flins smiles slyly as he feels your fingers hesitantly reach up to his. He's rather quick his the way he wraps his glaved palm around yours, pulling you in and picking you up.

"If you're good, you might get a reward. Don't worry, I'm quite generous"

You try to calm yourself, steadying your breathing as you try to forget the thought that you were now in the hands of the frightening monster you were trying to escape.

And yet, his grip was gentle. So gentle, you were almost afraid you may slip and fall out of it.

You're quiet all throughout the night, where the man places you in a room that was far more lavish than you'd ever expect for a prisoner.

"Though I'd enjoy your company in my own quarters, I'm sure you'd like to spend time by yourself for the night" he smiles softly, lighting the candles in the room with a single flick of his wrist.

You watch as he walks over to the doorway.

"Oh, and do not stay up too late. The ghosts get rather unnerved past 3am. For a mortal like you, it may be... frightening to experience." he speaks all too casually, "I'd sleep through it if I were you"

You look away. Not wanting to see or hear from the man again. Though you are thankful that you were spared, you weren't too sure if he said those words to prevent you from staying awake and waiting for his next move.

Though, his words about the ghosts did seem truthful too...

You fight the tiredness that overcomes your eyes only for a few hours.

And after that, you're led into a slumber.

One that remains an eternity - one that starts right after his soft whisper.

"Goodnight"

chuu's note: ruh roh raggy...

I promised I'd kill off mc so here it is folks!!

Okay no but the background context is that flins can tell when someone is abt to die (mc).

He sees that mc escaped fate (dying, that is) and ended up in his little cemetery fully alive. When someone escapes death, it catches up in an amplified way - think final destination. And so, he decided to take matters to his own hands and send you off into the afterlife himself....

uh hahahahah... yeah thats my mind for u!

Also i also rlly loved the idea of ghost!reader x flins (if i ever decide to write a second part to this that is) so yeah. Mc had to die sorry not sorry ❤︎

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