an inappropriate time for a marriage proposal
lohen x gn!reader
summary: lohen is bleeding out in your arms while you desperately try to heal him, but blood loss makes him just a little too honest.
tags: lohen is down bad, comedy, fluff, tension, lightkeeper!reader, they're not together (yet)... but they're obviously in love, delirious confessions, drabble
i know i have, like, ten other things i should be writing, but i could not stop thinking about that meme with lohen... ahdkjashd... i really want to write that divorced!au, but man, i don't have enough ideas to turn it into a full fic!!!!
...also, can y'all tell me if my lohen is... uh, too obsessed? i love yearning men, but i think my lohen might be... too much of a yearner. š please tell me if y'all fw him... because maybe i should tone him down if he feels too ooc...
Maybe it was for the best that Lohen had never had many friends. Not because he was an exceptionally insufferable asshole who loved getting under people's skin, but because if there had been more people in his life who genuinely cared about him...
They'd probably be having heart attacks right about now.
Which, unfortunately, was nothing new where Lohen was concerned. He always fought as though he had nine lives tucked away in reserve. Honestly, you wished he actually did.
"Lohen!" You dropped to your knees beside him, catching him in your arms. Your hands lit up with the power of your vision, its energy bringing comfort as you pressed them against his bleeding wound. "Lohen, can you hear me?!"
"Loud and clear, nightingale," he murmured, somehow still managing to flash you that infuriatingly cocky grin. If one of your hands hadn't been busy keeping pressure on his wound, you would've happily wiped that expression right off his face. "Don't you look beautiful with all that fear in your pretty eyes?"
Lohen lifted a hand and cupped your cheek. Your eyes widened.
He still had the strength ā and the audacity ā to tease you.
His fingertips stroked your skin with surprising tenderness, but they were slick with blood, smearing crimson across your cheek. You barely noticed. You were too focused on stabilizing him. By now, you'd grown used to the fact that even a dying Lohen could still be a monumental pain in the ass.
"It'd be wonderful if you'd stop squirming, Lohen. I'm trying to keep pressure on your wound," you snapped, irritation creeping into your voice. The second you'd gotten word that he was hurt, you'd run here like a mad person. And instead of showing even the slightest bit of gratitude for the fact that you were saving his life, he was making your job even harder.
Lohen was, without a doubt, your favorite patient.
Yeah, right.
He chuckled, utterly unbothered.
"It's not my fault you're so pretty I can't keep my hands off you," he mumbled, his voice noticeably weaker. You frowned. "Oh I want to marry you so badly, nightingale."
"What?"
Lohen looked you straight in the eyes as he said it. Shamelessly. His smile was fading, but the spark in his eyes refused to die.
What an idiot.
"I can't wait to come home and find you waiting in the doorway with a knife in your hand, furious that I'm late again and covered in blood. You can even stab me if you want. I won't mind. I just want to see that beautiful, angry face of yours before I kiss you and beg your forgiveness," he murmured, sounding almost wistful. "But I promise I'll be a good husband to you, nightingale."
As absurd as the whole situation was, you could feel your cheeks burning. Lohen was delirious.
Damn it. He'd lost enough blood that he was rambling now, completely unaware of the nonsense spilling from his mouth.
Which was why his eyesā
Why were his eyes so full of love...?
"Lohen, please. Don't push yourself. I'm almost doneā"
"I think I might be in love with you," Lohen said with complete seriousness, looking straight in your soul, utterly devoted. You went pale. The marriage jokes could still be explained away somehow, but a confession? Oh, Archons. "Will you marry me someday, nightingale?"
Still shocked, you were just about to answer when his hand suddenly went limp, slipping from your cheek as his eyes slowly drifted shut.
"Is he dead?" Varka asked, sounding far more amused than concerned.
You bit your lip and looked up at him, mortified.
"No. He just passed out," you replied. "He lost a lot of blood. But I've stabilized him, so..."
Varka burst into laughter. You let out a miserable groan.
He kept talking ā probably making fun of Lohen ā but you barely heard a word. Your eyes remained fixed on Lohen's face, peaceful and relaxed at last. Even if it was covered in blood. That was beside the point.
Something tightened painfully in your chest at the thought that Lohen felt safe enough to fall asleep in your arms. Safe enough to let himself be completely vulnerable with you.
ā¦ No.
It wasn't because of you. Varka was here too. That had to be it.
Besides, Lohen had been delirious. People said all kinds of ridiculous things after losing that much blood. And yet...
You would never admit it out loud, but the idea of marrying Lohen didn't seem all that terrible.Ā
After all, as his spouse, you'd have every right to stab him whenever he pulled something like this again. That was the appeal. The freedom to punish him. Nothing more. Surely.
Really.
You brushed a stray lock of hair away from his forehead, your fingers lingering as you gently stroked his hair. Lohen visibly relaxed beneath your touch. You couldn't help but smile.
He was adorable.
As long as he wasn't talking nonsense.
