请你务必一而再，再而三，三而不竭，千次万次，毫不犹豫地救自己于这世间水火。Even if you have to do it once, thrice or a million thousand times without stopping, you must save yourself in this catastrophic world. 【一级沉寂】
✦ kisser of every variant of kevin kaslana | 19+ | she/her
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thank you for waiting, i have posted part two to the lohen zombie au. if i obtain lohen without loosing the 50/50, i will immediately post abo mecha lohen. if i also manage to obtain lohen's weapon as well, i will immediately post pregnant lohen (before and after).
notes regarding left to rot, laid to rest and to pull your heart out of your chest for reader clarity ^^
Q: Why did Lohen break up with You?
A: He wanted avoid getting you mixed up with his family as well as keep you safe(r) in preparation for the oncoming apocalypse, but that didn't work out very well in the end..
Q: Why are You a special zombie?
A: There was a special something in the cake that Lohen's family put into the cake they sent for your anniversary. You can think of it as a prototype 'antidote.'
Q: Who are the people that owe debts to Lohen? Why are You and Lohen looking for them?
A: People from his family, who he wants to get information about your special status as a zombie. How Lohen gets this information is unclear, and up to reader interpretation.
Q: Why does Lohen's family have a prototype 'antidote?'
A: In zombie settings, rich families usually have some sort of hand in either creating the zombie virus or the antidote to the virus, or even both. You can decide for yourself where Lohen's family is.
Q: Why did they send it to You and Lohen?
A: In an investigation experiment, a larger sample size yields more accurate results.
Q: Why are You and Lohen so violent with each other?
A: Perhaps it's a unique love language between the two of you ^^
prequel: left to rot, laid to rest, notes: crunch! goes the flesh
“Would you like to move in with me?”
The moment the words leave your mouth, Lohen stares at you in surprise. For a moment, your own words surprise you, but you quickly recover and offer your boyfriend a serious look. “You said your apartment won’t be renewing your lease, right? If that’s the case, you can move in with me.”
Lohen grins, reaching out his finger to stroke your neck. It’s an odd display of affection, but you’ve long grown used to his oddities. “Then, where am I supposed to sleep? I thought you have a studio apartment.”
“That’s not an issue,” you shake your head. “I don’t mind sharing my bed. Oh, however…”
“However?” Lohen prompts. He wonders if you’re going to impose any sort of restriction on him, such as a pillow wall between bodies when sleeping. He won’t be following any rules of that kind, though.
You smile sheepishly. “We might have to get another closet for you. I’m not sure we can fit your clothes with mine.”
Lohen laughs, pure delight flowing through his veins. How like you to say that. After all, you’re the same person who wholeheartedly accepted his impulsive confession and resolved to date him.
“Hey, I’m generously offering you my bed! Since you’re so carefree, why don’t you make me breakfast everyday?” You smile haughtily, generously giving Lohen a so-called method of replaying your kindness. You’re joking, but after knowing Lohen for so long, you really shouldn’t be surprised when he twists your words in an ambiguous way.
“Of course, I can do that. And since you’re letting me shower and eat here as well, why don’t I help you bathe and feed you too?” Lohen says this without a hint of shame - give him an inch and he will take a mile.
You: ?
You: Do you think I’m a child who can’t do anything on my own?
Lohen, whose ambiguous words have been interpreted in a completely different way, didn’t know whether to laugh or cry: …
“Don’t worry,” you pat the shoulder of your stunned boyfriend. “I’m your lover, not your child. You needn’t have to care for me so obsessively.”
Hehe, how does it feel to get a taste of your own medicine? Are you still going to annoy me with your double-edged words?
In contrast to his unreliable appearance, Lohen is actually a very good roommate. He completes his share of chores, every meal he cooks satisfies your cravings, and he even massages your sore muscles without a single complaint.
Lohen’s nimble fingers deftly pinch and prod the tense muscles of your lower back, as you sigh in relief below him. You had woken up from a lunch induced coma with a persistent ache in your back - a sure effect of your terrible sleeping posture.
“Oh! That feels good,” you hum as your lover kneads out a particularly difficult knot. “Recently, I always have the urge to take a nap after lunch.. Have I not been sleeping well lately?”
Lohen laughs casually. “Maybe you should stop falling asleep at the table. Even though I move you to our bed afterwards, you start out with a sitting posture that’s bad for your back.”
You ponder on his words for a moment, but you’re quickly distracted by how Lohen says “our bed” instead of “your bed.” The words flow so naturally from his mouth that you just mindlessly accepted it, not thinking twice about the implications.
Actually, it’s not that you mind at all. When progressing naturally in a relationship between lovers, isn’t it normal to be in joint custody and to do activities together? For example, “our” home, “our” dinner and “our” bed. You laugh quietly to yourself. Perhaps one day it will even be “our” rings at “our” wedding.
“Hm? What are you giggling about to yourself there?” Lohen’s fingers dance across the planes of your back before digging into the flesh of your waist. “Not gonna share it with me?”
You flail your legs and kick wildly in protest, gasping for air in between laughs. “H-hey, stop that! You jerk, don’t randomly tickle people!” One of your feet hits Lohen’s shoulder, but he grasps you by the ankle and flips you around to face him.
“You shouldn’t randomly kick people either, you know,” Lohen’s eyes turn into upturned crescent moons when he smiles, and he pulls your body towards him so that there’s no space at all between your bodies. “You’re such a hypocrite… oh, sorry, you’re just so bold.”
“You’re a bully,” you frown, nudging Lohen’s chest with your other foot. “You started it by annoying me first!” He catches your other ankle, and now both your legs are at the mercy of your boyfriend. When Lohen just smiles mysteriously instead of bantering back, and gently pushes your legs to your chest, you start to panic. “Hey, my back is still sore! And we already did it last night, you insatiable moron!”
Lohen says shamelessly, with a voice that tells you he isn’t sorry at all, “Oh, but I was riled up from the moment you started kicking me. I’ll massage your back again afterwards, okay?”
“That’s what you said last night, too!”
“Heeyyy, what are you thinking about with that big ol’ head of yours?”
Lohen’s pestering snaps you out of your trip down memory lane, and you stiffly turn your head to watch as he sharpens a knife from his collection. The sparks jumping off the edge of the blade look like shooting stars, and his teasing smile is reflected by the light of the small fire.
You gently tug at his arm, and Lohen easily lets you manhandle him. Gently, as to not puncture his skin with your blackened nails, you trace out words. Lohen patiently watches, not interrupting a single time until you look up at him for his response.
“Oh, you were reminiscing about back then? I’m not sure if we can do the same couple activities we did back then now, but I won’t be opposed to trying~” Lohen sticks his knife blade first into the ground, leaning to brush his lips against your face with a teasing smile.
You stick out your palm in front of his face, the universal signal for ‘stop.’ “Those kind of things are for couples,” you ‘say.’ “We’re not a couple, because we broke up. Did your memory deteriorate over the years?”
Lohen’s smile seems frozen on his face, but he quickly recovers and grasps your wrist to pull it out of the way. “Ahh, you’re still hung up on that? Geez, you’re such a petty little thing.” He pouts, easily lifting and placing you on his lap, so that you’re chest to chest. “Then, how about we get back together? It’s not like there’s anyone who’d date you now.”
You scowl (to the best of your facial muscles) and tug a strand of murky green hair. “No one wanted to date you even back then, okay? I was the only one who lasted longer than a week with you.”
“Ahh, and I’m sooo thankful for that,” croons Lohen, resting his head on your cold chest. “I’m really happy that you never moved on from me. I never forgot you in all our time apart, y’know?”
You huff to yourself. As always, Lohen is a man who is unrepentant to death. No matter how much you berate or threaten him, you can’t force a Lohen who firmly believes what he’s doing is the best for the both of you. You contemplate telling him that you never forgot him either because you wanted to kill him, but that would only boost his already inflated ego.
Hmm, since he’s so sore about the breakup, how about teasing him a little while longer? Since zombies don’t need to sleep, you spend the rest of the night in your ex-boyfriend’s arms, occasionally patting his hair and keeping watch, occasionally coming up with a method of poking at Lohen’s current sore spot.
When sitting in the passenger seat with Lohen driving, even your undead self still has the lingering fear of a car crash with how recklessly he drives. The arrival of the apocalypse has released all his inhibitions, and with no vehicles to look out for next to him or opposite him, it’s all too easy to drive as he pleases.
“Where are we even going in such a hurry?!” You wave a whiteboard with messy writing frantically, since it’s not a viable option to trace out words on Lohen’s arm. Your ex-boyfriend has the nerve to casually rest an arm on the steering wheel and leisurely read your question outloud.
“Hm.. Do you remember how some of my relatives live in Dorman Port?” At your responding nod, Lohen laughs to himself. “Those were some good times, hm? There are a few people who owe me debts that I want to collect.”
You frown in confusion. How can he be sure that they’re still alive to pay him back? Catching your expression, Lohen playfully presses the juncture of your neck where your jugular vein is, a habit carried over from when you were still alive. “Aww, don’t worry your cute little head about it. They’re useful to me both dead and alive. You just gotta follow my lead, ‘kay?”
Well, Lohen may act unreliable all the time, but he will produce amazing results once he sets his mind to it. In fact, in situations such as this, the path of least casualties (to Lohen) is your path of least resistance. No matter what you say or do, there’s no stopping a Lohen who has completely made up his mind.
However… “Hey, why should I listen to you? You didn’t listen to me and just decided on your own that we should break up. You’re a lying liar!!” You underline the words ‘break up’ for extra emphasis and wave the writing board passionately.
“Ah..” Is it you, or is Lohen’s eye twitching? Hmm, perhaps utilising his own methods of annoying you against him is extremely effective. Afterall, they have a success rate of 100. “I had a good reason, okay? Don’t you know that everything I do is for you?” Lohen turns his entire body to pout at you, nuzzling his face into your stiff shoulder. The car swerves violently, forcing you to grab your ex-boyfriend’s chin and forcibly turn it to face the road.
“You’re crazy!” You smack his back, and then one more time just in case. “I’m leaving, you jerk!”
Lohen, completely serious and any sign of smile gone: If you try to open the door, I’m going to crash the car. You won’t die, but I will.
You, folding your hands neatly on your lap: I understand, so please drive responsibly while looking at the road.
When arguing with Lohen, it’s best to cut your losses early, because you can never truly win against him.
“Oh, what a pretty cake!” Upon lifting the lid of the food carrier, you gasp in awe at the delicious sight awaiting you. “Lohen, I didn’t know your family knew about our anniversary date.”
“Hmm?” Lohen smiles, slightly enigmatedly. “Of course they do. Actually, I’m more surprised that they even bothered to send anything. They’re a bunch of stubborn old fools.”
You blink in confusion, a slice of cake already in your stomach. “Huh? For stubborn old fools, they really know how to get delicious desserts. You should eat some as well.” You slide over a slice of cake that you had cut the moment you opened the cake box. Lohen shakes his head, picking up the fork you prepared for him and holding a bite of cake to your mouth.
“I’m afraid I’m not a fan of this flavour, so you can have it all. Say ahh~” Lohen coos when some frosting smears against the side of your lips. He wipes it off with his other hand, letting you lick the sugary mixture off his finger. “Wow, you’re such a clumsy thing. Can you even do anything without me?”
What a jerk! In an act of petty revenge, you harshly bite the finger Lohen has in your mouth. In fact, you move with such force that the tangy iron mixes with the sugary treat in your mouth.
“Oh, are we getting mad?” Lohen mocks, pressing his finger on your tongue, adding oil to fire with his condescending expression. “Awhh, do you wanna bite me again?”
You wouldn’t call yourself a violent person, but Lohen has a very special talent of bringing out the worst in people. Since dating him, you’ve begun to turn to violence as your first option of retaliation, especially when it comes to your boyfriend. Clenching the fork firmly in your hand, you swing for his eyes. Perhaps he lets you close as a manner of placating you, or he simply adores the thrill of possible pain - Lohen easily blocks your fork with his palm just before it can graze his skin.
“You’re the worst,” you scowl, spitting Lohen’s hand out of your mouth as he plucks the fork from your grasp.
“I love you too,” giggles Lohen, guiding you into a kiss. “Hmm, how about we spend the rest of our anniversary celebrating in bed? Don’t you feel like working off all the sugar you just ate?”
You gasp, slapping a hand over your mouth. “I knew it! You did put something in the cake! That’s why you weren’t eating any of it.”
“Nah,” your boyfriend denies, pressing open mouth kisses to your neck and a shoulder he exposes by pulling the collar of your top. “I didn’t put anything in it. Stop thinking about eating the cake; how about eating me instead?”
“You’re so stupid.” You say that, but you pull Lohen into another kiss anyway. And a few more after that.
Cursed Prince!Phainon has all my heart bro... he cursed himself what a loser... I hope you write more it was so good.
it is very kind of you to personally tell me! i appreciate it a lot. he is indeed very silly, putting a curse on himself to get the attention of his vassal ^^ i have not written in a long time, but it seems that phainon is a cure to my writing depression
i hope to write more cursed prince!phaionon as well, i have plans for a short continuation. please look forward to that!!
a concept i want to write about: child soldiers lohen and reader whose bodies are modified to be 100% compatible with mechas (normal people are anywhere from 0% to 90% compatible) to fight in an planetary war against the invading abyss
i just want to write about mechas fighting because that is fun. besides that, i want to amputate lohen and reader so that they can have prosthetics. other couples have matching rings, they have matching bionic limbs ^^ the body modification surgery is very risky - it will cause irreversible harm to the body of the child. i would say the survival rate is about one in 20 children?
it is a little sad, because their sole purpose is to create an opportunity to everyone else to live as a result of their sacrifices
it is a lovely morning in okhema, and you are a horrible goose
setting: fantasy au, cursed prince phainon x vassal reader
prince!phainon who was cursed by an evil witch to be a snowy white goose in the day and returns to his true human form when the sun sets, and only a true love’s kiss will break his curse
cursed prince!phainon who really couldn't care less, because as a goose he has all the freedom he normally would only have dreamed of. He can skip boring meetings to spend time with his darling vassal, avoid entertaining his endless suitors vying for his hand to eat berries with his dearest vassal, ignore his ‘princely’ duties in favour of snuggling close to his beloved vassal
cursed prince!phainon whose curse is really just an open secret in okhema, who has just about everyone in the capitol lining up to try to kiss him because what if they’re his destined true love who will break his curse? but phainon just honks at every last one of them, biting (and even drawing blood) when a wandering hand gets a little too close for comfort. seeking refuge in his one and only vassal, who has always been there for him. he doesn’t need these irrelevant people - all he needs is you
cursed prince!phainon who traps you in his room by convincing you to cuddle him after dinner, and conveniently falling asleep on you so you don’t dare to move. he looks so comfortable sleeping on you! you wouldn’t wake him up just for the silly reason of wanting to return to your own room, right?
cursed prince!phainon who turns back into a human when the sun sets and the moon rises in the night sky. phainon who curls around you, admiring how he fits perfectly in your arms as a goose, and how you slot right in his human arms like a puzzle piece. phainon who kisses every single inch of you, all except for your lips. phainon who whispers words of adoration in your unsuspecting ears, who presses his head to your chest to feel your heart beat and your ribcage expand
cursed prince!phainon who is back to being a snow-white goose when dawn breaks and you blink the sleep from your eyes, who urges you to his private bathroom so you can take a bath with his personal soaps and his scented oils. phainon who honks persistently and at increasing volumes until you submit to the whims of the goose prince and carry him in your arms around the palace, resting his feathery head against your sternum
cursed prince?phainon who disguised himself and hired a witch to curse the crown prince of okhema with a curse that only a true love’s kiss can break.
lohen:
✦ left to rot, laid to rest (part i) [one-shot]
✦ to pull your heart out of your chest (part ii) [one-shot]
✦ crunch! geos the flesh (part iii) [notes]
