made this side blog specifically for my genshin bullshit and love for yanderes. I dont necessarily write nsfw but this blog is still 18+
Hi I’m Eurus and welcome to my genshin blog. if you came from my other side blog after hunting me down don’t spoil the fun for everyone else.
standard interaction rules, just don’t be a dick for no reason. I do what I want and that includes blocking people. something something curate your experience.
Everything I end up writing is catered specifically to me and like 2 other people. I never proofread anything because then I’ll overthink things and hate it lol. I also made my tags soup themed because I thought it would be funny.
my writing I have #bowl of soup
#adding ingredients for rambles, hcs, and what-if I don’t actually feel like expanding on. Feel free to use it as a writing prompt or inspiration if you want.
#simmering the soup is me talking to myself.
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no use of y/n. gender neutral reader. scp foundation au. disinformation agent!lohen. researcher!reader. crushes. lohen is making up excuses to see you. wc1k
or read here on ao3!
“So you make things up all day?” you clarify. The conversation had gotten side-tracked to focus on his job and what it is that he does exactly.
“No, no, I’m not making things up! I’m redirecting attention!” Lohen shakes his head. He sits across from you at one of the breakroom tables. His gaze is solely on you, it’s unnerving.
“By lying,” you say. He shrugs his shoulders and doesn’t respond to that.
You don’t usually connect with this side of the foundation, but after a security breach and a dire need to get the public to calm down and forget any of this happened at all, you have become more aware of the disinformation unit.
You knew of them previously, of course, they’re notorious for what they do. They sit in their offices and make things up when things go wrong. You hadn’t met any members of that particular unit until a few days prior when you ran into one of them in your unit's breakroom asking questions, his distinctive lanyard hung around his neck.
Lohen, in charge of his own sub-unit. He has the final say in the stories for breaches in this facility. You know there’s supposed to be someone above him, but the person above has other duties, so it’s easier to delegate more often than not.
Apparently he was over there gathering a little more information on the details to keep whatever lie the foundation approved spinning that pulled on the most grounded in reality version it could. The more you listen to him talk, the less you’re convinced he was telling the truth.
Fluorescent lights buzz above your heads, painting the entire room a sterile white made worse by the white and cream decorating choices by the foundation. Sure this is a government facility with labs, but does it need to look so…bleak?
He leans a little too much into your personal space. “So, you’re sure that’s all you know about the containment breach?” Lohen asks, returning to his original line of questioning and reason for being here at all.
“You’ve asked that already,” you swirl your coffee in your mug. It’s gone cold. You don’t know what else you can tell him that you haven’t already.
“Just getting my details right,” Lohen responds easily. “This stuff is hard, you know.”
“I’m sure,” you say flatly. It’s not supposed to come out as scathing, but you’ve had a long day. Your research team has its own fall-out to deal with after containment breaches and he’s been here for a while and chatting with you about nothing. His interview has spiraled out into everything but talking about the details of the breach.
You aren’t sure how the conversation derailed at all. One minute you were talking about the properties of the SCP that escaped, and the next minute he was asking you mundane details about your job and that morphed into asking about you.
Lohen is wholly unperturbed by your attitude. He smiles a bit wider. “It’s tough to make this stuff convincing, I mean, big monster escapes government facility? You try making up something that sounds good.”
You don’t have a comeback to that, so you take a drink of your coffee, letting the bitterness wash down your throat. The coffee here isn’t very good, but it’s something. It distracts you from Lohen’s presence as he looks at you. You’re starting to think he has a staring problem. Relatively harmless, but still a staring problem.
He’s lucky that he’s pretty, you would have snapped at him to get moving already if he wasn’t. As it is, you’re considering telling him just that. You will yourself to look at him again, meeting his eyes.
“Alright, alright, I have a few more questions but they can wait until tomorrow,” Lohen raises his hands in surrender. A sly smile plays on his lips. He reminds you of a cat, the naughty kind that likes pushing glasses off of the counter. He pushes his chair back and stands.
“Tomorrow?” you ask. Surely he has everything that he needs by now. He was here yesterday too.
Lohen misinterprets your confusion as an affirmation, perhaps intentionally, flashing you a thumbs up. “Tomorrow it is,” he confirms. He steps out of your space then, turning toward the door. He pauses long enough to look over his shoulder as he reaches toward the door. “Don’t miss me too much,” he teases.
“I won’t” you raise your coffee mug slightly, a mockery of a ‘cheers.’ It seems to please him, because he laughs slightly to himself and turns back toward the door.
Your friend, another researcher, passes by Lohen on his way out. He holds the door open for them. They glance at him as they walk in, waiting for the door to shut before glancing at you with open curiosity. “Why was he back? The story the foundation is pushing was published yesterday.”
It was published yesterday. Meaning there are no more details to gather on it. Meaning Lohen lied to your face. And for what! You blink once.
“Published,” you repeat a bit dumbly. He has absolutely no reason to come back tomorrow. He had no reason to come find you today. You stare down at your coffee, confusion and irritation joining hands as they bubble low in your gut. It’s softened by a gentle giddiness in your chest that you can’t find the right words to describe.
You’re glad he’s coming back, for some unknown reason despite his annoying demeanor. His reasons for returning are lost on you, maybe you’ll bring it up. No, you think you’ll stay quiet and see how long he drags the excuse while you try and figure out what it is that he wants from you. You don’t want anything to backfire by bringing it up first, you don’t even know his motives.
Good plan, you think to yourself. A disinformation agent is always a liar and you’ll get to the bottom of this. For no reason beyond curiosity, of course.
I debated posting this for hours but here you go have fun. not nsfw but suggestive.
this is stupid but sometimes the only way I remember to take meds/if I took my meds is imagining lohen grabbing my face and making me drink water right after I wake up. and then praise me or something.
I think lohen’s equivalent to a bunny flopping over is just him deciding to fall on top of you and crush you whenever you’re laying down at home.
it scares you the first time and then you just accept that it’s likely you’ll be ambushed by lohen jumping onto you and crushing you, which also means he’s trapping you for at least a few hours.
to me demons are like cats just doing whatever they want causing problems on purpose, while angels are like hares theyre painfully aware of their place in this world theyve seen the end
I think lohen’s equivalent to a bunny flopping over is just him deciding to fall on top of you and crush you whenever you’re laying down at home.
it scares you the first time and then you just accept that it’s likely you’ll be ambushed by lohen jumping onto you and crushing you, which also means he’s trapping you for at least a few hours.
