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Zhongli is dead serious about it too and you can TELL he’s trying to be a bit sneaky because he doesn’t tell you about what he’s doing. When it comes to someone that chronically overexplains the meanings behind gifts and rituals, suddenly seeing him be quiet is odd.

Flins is more upfront about it but will say anything to put you at ease and prevent you from rejecting it. It’s all jokes maybe kind of! And you’re very flattered by the attention and the romance but get him to tell it to you STRAIGHT that he is trying to bind you together

YESYES

Listen I think you have to be Adaptable. I think you start feeling him up the second he jumps on that bullshit because dear god we are NOT doing this today. It’ll probably become obvious to him eventually so he starts talking through it. Does he not grasp that that talking about mind control chemicals in the water kind of ruins the mood? “We TESTED my water and it was fine. I need a shower after this anyway! Rerir, please come to the shower with me. Haha. Please. Seriously. Please.”

The worst thing is probably what he sends you on Instagram. I know his instagram reel situation is so bleak, so abysmal, every time he opens his phone you get a near maternal urge to take it off him like you’ve just seen a baby with a massive ipad in public. And you just pray he doesn’t send you another slideshow with AI voiceover about how the aliens switched out another political figure for one of their own.

The crazy thing is I do think he has a degree I think probably physics, computing, or engineering, and it makes him really unbearable. Because he thinks he’s smart enough to scientifically prove his conspiracies but like, How. Throwing random numbers at you to prove the moon isn’t real is so deeply unserious and you have no idea what’s going on. And it’s like, some of your friends have dated guys with no hobbies and no personality before. At least he has something he’s passionate about it, but is this worth it? Is it?

There are So many things wrong with him. And I think it’s only once he’s built up an emotional dependence on you that you can make any reasonable attempts to fix him (and maybe he’ll even start fixing himself. maybe. maybe. maybe) so if you thought the dick was worth it for that long maybe he’ll actually go out and find a job. And you’re just praying it’s not because he’s being radicalised AGAIN but this time into thinking men should be providers and he needs you to quit your job and any life aspirations asap. But he comes home and says something so shockingly normal it floors you; probably some shit like “Did you have a good day at work” and you’re stunlocked for a good ten seconds. You’re just so used to being met with utter silence or “I can prove to you that they invented mind control in the 1900’s”

Job = less time on phone = less crazy = less time working on the 400 page “the moon is fake” document. And you can say to your friends “please stop calling him a bum, he has a job now. And he only talks about the moon landing being fake SOMETIMES.”

In some ways you might still be in the trenches but at least he doesn’t take cuddling as an opportunity to rant to you about #TheTruth so much. And at least he showers on a daily basis now. And at least he hasn’t been banned from VC in like three weeks.

Enjoy the idea of being fully under flins fae rules influence but he starts out not even doing a lot with it except trying to improve your life. No he doesn’t need to keep you in the lighthouse if you’re well and truly under his thumb. You’ll call for him when you’re in danger, right? You’re not going to leave Nod Krai? You’ll prioritise your health? You’ll check in with him tomorrow?

You know the idea of placing nicotine patches on your significant other so they become “addicted” when they’re around you? That’s what it’d be like with Flins. Imagine being around someone who says “There’s no need to worry about that” and you immediately fall into a state of rational relaxation. Yeah, you guess things will be fine in the end. If you ask nicely, Flins might regale you with some of his recent stories dealing with the wild hunt to take your mind off it. Maybe you should be embarrassed about divulging your personal problems to the man who’s already done so much for you in the way of protection against the evils of Nod Krai, but you don’t feel it in the slightest. Something about him just puts you at ease where others become unnerved.

I like the idea of Flins’ beloved being a little reckless and lacking in self preservation, albeit unintentionally. It’s rare that the lost souls Flins encounters are very much alive and breathing, but he’s up for the challenge. After the nth time saving you or helping you out with directions, he knows your thanks towards him have tied the two of you together quite firmly. He knows your friends tease you about the handsome but slightly offputting lightkeeper that always seems to know exactly where you are when you go aimlessly wandering across the region, but he also knows that none of you genuinely think there’s any chance of the two of you being in a relationship. Flins is just so distant, you know? Flins is married to his work. Flins is not quite human, and you’re unsure if he’s even capable of a human romance.

Is he? Flins ponders this as his polearm cuts through the wild hunt like a sharpened scythe on dry grass. He knows he could tell you to fall to your knees on the cold gravel and pledge yourself to him then and there. Displays of human subservience are supposed to feel good for his kind. In the back of his mind, Flins has a perverse desire to see you struggle against his will, looking up at him with a defeated expression of betrayal, fists clenched and eyes watering as you lean down to kiss the ground he walks on… He doesn’t act on it. He never has.

And frankly, he’s not sleazy enough to ever suggest you repay him by indulging in any of his more… primal desires. Flins is subtler than that. He’ll gently tug you in the direction he wants-

“The lighthouse is more comfortable now, isn’t it?”

I tried to make it more like your home. Won’t you stay a little longer?

“Goodness, I never imagined you were sustaining yourself on sugar-sculptures whilst going on your hikes.”

Please eat food with more nutritional value. Why don’t you come to the market with me?

- and he won’t ever need to employ anything alarming to convince you to be with him. At the start, he may not even realise what he’s doing as he operates on an instinct to use that bond to take care of his own desires. You think you’re falling in love with him, he doesn’t want you ever snapping out of it. You seek him out as a calming presence in the turbulence of Nod Krai, and that’s all he needs.

Well, that, and he certainly doesn’t want you knowing how many times he’s woken you up from your dreams to strip and play with yourself for him, moaning sweetly as you approach the edge of orgasm… right before falling back asleep exactly as you were, a pleasant vision of that lightkeeper now dancing behind your eyelids.

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