summary — your knight of a boyfriend can handle a lot of things, but it seems that even he has his weaknesses.
themes — fluff, developing relationship, librarian!reader (bc im obsessed), flustered!lohen, hand holding le gasp, flirting on the clock, mutual teasing, a teensy weensy kiss, gettin caught by your boss, minor references to lohen can't communicate
WC: 1057
The first time you held Lohen’s hand, he had nearly jumped out of his own skin, his face turning redder than the center of his sweet eyes. It was fascinating to see the infamous Vice Captain of the 5th Company turn so undone under your touch, which held not a candle to the harshest of blows. Whenever you watched him charge into spars with his comrades, he seemed nigh invincible, but whenever you laced your fingers through his, he could hardly get his words out.
It was cute.
“So then I said to Varka, what’s the point of all this new gear if we don’t go looking for enemies to test it on? And everyone looked at me like I’m the crazy one!”
Lohen was pouting at you, his cheek held in one hand while the other drummed his fingers against your desk. You smiled at him, giving him an encouraging nod.
“I feel like no one really gets me,” he complained. “They’re all like, ‘Vice Captain Lohen’s a bloodthirsty monster’! I mean, they’re not wrong, but I’ve got a head on my shoulders too!”
“Mm,” you answered, your eyes focused on those drumming fingers of his. “It sounds like they assumed you just wanted to fight.”
“Yeah! Which, I guess I do. But my idea was actually practical!”
Your hand slid across the surface of your desk. You watched Lohen’s face as you weaved your fingers through his, taking immediate notice of how wide his eyes turned. His drumming fingers immediately stopped, and with a sharp turn of his head, he gawked at your joined hands like he couldn’t believe it.
It didn’t take long for his cheeks to become consumed by a fiery red color. He lifted a gloved hand to his face, shifting his gaze away from you as he muttered, “I thought you said you wouldn’t do that in public anymore.”
You smiled fondly at him. “It’s empty in the library right now. If someone comes in, I’ll let you go.”
“The damage’s already done,” he said into his palm. “You’re gonna give me a fuckin’ heart attack, Bun.”
“That’s a little dramatic,” you laughed. “The Vice Captain of the 5th Company can’t fall to his girlfriend’s hand. That would make a horrible epitaph.”
“…You’re my girlfriend,” he said, almost as though he was trying to convince himself of it.
“I’m your girlfriend,” you said. “Remember how you desensitized yourself to dandelions? We should desensitize you to my hand, too.”
Lohen’s eyes pressed shut. After a pause, he muttered, “I guess you’ve got a point.”
You squeezed his hand. The way Lohen’s shoulders jumped made you giggle.
“Quit that,” he complained. “You’re not making this any easier for me.”
“Oh? But I thought you liked a challenge, Lohen.”
He let his hand fall from his face, revealing a sardonic smirk. “Am I imagining things, or are you enjoying this?”
“I’m enjoying holding your hand,” you chirped. “But your cute reactions are definitely a plus.”
“Don’t call me cute,” he answered, the corner of his smirk twitching. “Once we’re outta here, I swear I’ll get you.”
“Get me?” You grinned. “Get me how, exactly?”
His face was still scarlet, but with a cocky smirk, he popped his eyebrows and murmured, "Wouldn't you like to know?”
You felt warmth touch your face. Giggling shyly, you squeezed his hand again, your heart skipping a beat in your chest. Lohen leaned across the desk, his face coming closer to yours, and when the tip of his nose brushed yours, you let out another uncontrollable giggle. You pressed your eyes shut, your wide smile hurting the corners of your mouth.
“You like me,” he crooned, “don’t you?”
You couldn’t stop laughing. Nodding at him, you said, “Of course I do.”
“Say it for me,” he murmured, his breath ghosting across your lips.
“I like you,” you replied, nursing his hand in yours. “I like you a lot, Lohen.”
He let out a laugh, the sound and feel of it tickling your cheeks. Quietly, he said, “I like you too, Bun.”
He kissed you so fast, by the time your eyes opened, he was already pulled away from you. His hand left yours, you instinctively reached after it, but Lohen had already stood to his feet with his back facing you. You could see the redness in his neck, and the peek of his smile from the slight turn of his head towards yours.
“I gotta get back to work,” he said casually. “Don’t leave without me, though. I’ll walk you home.”
You held your face in your hand, smiling fondly. “I’ll be waiting, then. Good luck, Vice Captain.”
He snorted. “Later, library girl.”
With a casual wave of his hand, the tall wooden door to the library closed behind him. Cupping your cheeks under your palms, you let out a pleased sigh.
“He’s so cute,” you whispered to yourself.
“Oh, your boyfriend’s gone now?”
When you heard Lisa’s voice, you let out a yelp. You whipped your head to your right, seeing the coy-eyed woman sauntering towards you with a knowing smile. Face smoldering, you sputtered, “L-Lisa! How long have you been here?!”
“About as long as the Vice Captain has,” she told you with a giggle. “I didn’t realize you liked flirting on the clock, cutie.”
“I’m sorry,” you said quickly, your heart hammering in your ears. “I’ll get back to work.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it.” Lisa shook her head, lifting her pointer finger to her lips. “I promise I won’t tell a single soul. Besides, it’s nice to see you look so happy about something.”
“O-okay,” you stammered. “Sorry. I’m getting back to work, I promise.”
“Hehe…it’s a shame the Vice Captain didn’t get to see you like this, cutie. Should I bring him back here?”
You closed your eyes. “Lisa, please stop.”
“Okay, okay. Here’s a few new books that need labeling. I’ve got some business to attend to, so I’ll be back later, okay?”
You nodded, accepting the stack of novels from your coworker with a small smile. When Lisa left, and you were alone in the library once again, you let out another lovesick sigh. Lohen’s red eyes consumed your thoughts, and the feel of his lips on yours had your cheeks flushing with warmth all over again.
“…I miss him already.”
a/n: why is it that when i need to work on a school paper, i can't type shit, but when i want to write a drabble about lohen, i can finish it in 2 seconds? someone save me from this hyperfixation...
anyway, i had some people in my asks talking about how they like lohen can't communicate and flustered lohen in general, so i figured why not write some more good ol' fluff!
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how much do you love me? lohen, mini drabble (300+ notes)
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summary — you only ever call him lohen. it's not a big deal...but it's starting to bother him.
themes — established relationship, librarian!reader, jealous!lohen, flustered!lohen, kisses on the clock, reader teases lohen a bit, fluff, minor reference to lohen can't communicate but you don't have to read that to read this, couple banter as always
WC: 800
Lohen was not a jealous man.
“Here’s the book you asked for, Theo,” you said as you passed him a thick medical textbook from behind the counter. “Please return it by the fifth of next month.”
From his perch against the southern bookcases, Lohen watched you with his arms crossed over his chest. In his right hand, he held his favorite blade, twirling it around his finger until the hilt pressed into his palm, then twirling it around again. The soft sound of his knife hitting the fabric of his glove was quick to fill the space around him, which had returned to near silence yet again after Theodore’s departure.
You walked past him with a stack of books in your hands, giving him a glance. “Can you put that away, please?”
He sighed through his nose. Slotting his dagger back into its sheath, he pouted dejectedly at your back. You didn’t pay him a shred of attention, instead focusing on your duties of restocking the bookshelves and rearranging any misplaced codices.
Lohen sighed aloud. When you still didn’t turn around, he sighed yet again. Sighing so hard and so repetitively that he was nearly going dizzy from it, you eventually turned around with a smile that didn’t match the glare in your eyes.
“What is it, Lohen?”
Lohen. It was always ‘Lohen’ with you. But with Theodore, it was ‘Theo’.
“Nothing,” he said, his shoulders rising in a shrug. “Nothing at all.”
You stared at him for a moment, then eventually frowned. Your voice was gentle. “You look upset.”
“Upset? I’m not upset.” Lohen shrugged again, glaring down at the wood floor. “What would make you think I’m upset?”
Your hands directed his face to yours. He ignored the flush of warmth that it sent through his cheeks, and tried further to ignore the sudden thrill in his chest. When you smiled, he swallowed his nerves.
“What’s wrong?” you asked softly.
“N-nothing,” he answered, his hands rising to your wrists. “It’s nothing, really. I’m fine.”
“If you were fine you would have been using your cryo-infused hand to scare me when my back was turned,” you laughed. Softening your voice, you said, “Please, just talk to me. I don’t want you to be upset, Lohen.”
The way your thumbs brushed over his cheeks felt all too tender. Smiling rather awkwardly, he squeezed your wrists between his fingers.
“We started at ‘Vice Captain’,” he said, “and then we got to ‘Lohen’. But we never got much farther past that.”
“Hm? What do you mean?”
“Theodore. Theodore is ‘Theo’. But me? I’m ‘Lohen’.”
“Well, that’s your—...oh,” you said inquisitively, your eyes widening. “I see what you mean. You want me to give you a nickname?”
“It doesn’t…have to be a nickname,” he babbled, feeling oddly out of his element as he did. “I mean, I call you Bun and Princess. But you only ever call me ‘Lohen’, even though I know you call other people shorter names and stuff.”
“I’ll call you whatever you want me to, Lohen. How does handsome sound?”
Your arms looped around his neck, and as you smiled with those half-lidded eyes of yours, Lohen’s nervous laughter burst from his lips. Staring at you with wide eyes and a face so hot, he was convinced his vision had flipped to pyro, he quickly said, “That’s a lot more embarrassing than I thought it would be.”
“Hm?” You tilted your head, staring down at his mouth as you grinned. “What, you don’t like that, sweetheart?”
“Fuck,” Lohen stammered, his eyes shifting around the library. “Bun, quit.”
“But honey,” you purred, the heat of your breath tickling his upper lip. “You’re the one who wanted me to call you something different. You mean you don’t like it?”
“I’m gonna kill you,” he answered, his grin hurting his face. “Stop it.”
“Oh, but, baby. You look like you like it.”
“Let’s just…let’s just go back to Lohen.”
You laughed, and with a chaste press of your mouth to his, he laughed back. He glanced around once more, ensuring the library was as empty as ever before throwing his arms around your hips. Backing you into the bookshelf, his grinning lips pressed against yours before he gave you a playful little nibble.
“I’m working,” you laughed.
“Take a five minute break,” he crooned.
“Vice Captain,” you murmured. “You’re going to get me in trouble.”
“Oh, yeah? That so, Library Girl?”
The way you giggled tickled his ears. He pressed his lips to your cheek, peppering kisses against the corner of your mouth as you laughed and laughed and laughed.
“Lohen,” you said, ever so dearly. “You know I just like the sound of your name, right?”
He cracked a smile.
“You know, whenever you say it, Bun…I like the sound of it too.”
a/n: i've seen lots of cute nicknames for lohen out there, and thought to myself, why don't I ever write him one? like, i usually do for some of my other genshin dudes... so i wrote this as a self-indulgent theory xD
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CONTAINS. how the genshin twinks (wanderer, kazuha, lyney, albedo) would style your hair if you asked them to. fluff. a/n. i feel like lyney would know how to style your hair because he does so to lynette (especially when they were younger), the same goes for albedo with with klee huhu theyre so cute (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
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.𖥔 ݁ WANDERER
Wanderer would immediately ask why you couldn’t do it yourself, though the fact he was already taking the brush from your hands would completely contradict the complaint. Sitting behind you with an almost reluctant sigh, he’d quietly begin combing through your hair with surprising care, far gentler than anyone would’ve expected from him.
“Hold still. If you’re going to make me do this, at least stop moving.” If he encountered a knot, he’d patiently work it loose instead of tugging, muttering under his breath whenever you teased him for being so careful. He wasn’t particularly creative with hairstyles, so he’d settle on something simple; a neat braid or half-up style, but he’d spend far longer fixing loose strands than he’d ever admit, occasionally turning your head slightly to inspect his work from another angle before pretending he wasn’t trying to make it look nice.
.𖥔 ݁ KAZUHA
Kazuha would smile softly the moment you asked, inviting you to sit beneath the shade of a tree while the breeze drifted lazily around the two of you. He’d begin by slowly brushing your hair free of every tangle, his movements calm and unhurried, almost meditative.
Every so often he’d pause simply to admire how the sunlight caught the strands between his fingers before continuing, occasionally weaving in a tiny flower he’d picked along the path if he thought it suited you. Rather than aiming for something elaborate, he’d create a loose, elegant style that would still move naturally with the wind, making small adjustments until he was satisfied. “Tell me if it comes undone later, I’ll help you braid it again.”
.𖥔 ݁ LYNEY
Lyney would accept with theatrical confidence, insisting you were about to receive the finest hairstyle in all of Fontaine before dramatically rolling up his sleeves as though preparing for a grand performance. “Trust me, I’ve had plenty of practice! Lynette’s much pickier than you are.” Despite all the playful boasting, the moment his fingers reached your hair, his movements would become unexpectedly practiced and gentle.
He’d keep you distracted with lighthearted conversation the entire time, occasionally asking you to tilt your head this way or that while quietly making tiny adjustments until everything looked just right. Every few minutes he’d teasingly hold up a mirror only to lower it again before you could get a proper look, insisting that every good performance deserved a dramatic reveal. By the time he finished, your hairstyle would be far more elegant than you’d expected, complete with a ribbon or little accessory he’d somehow produced from nowhere, and he’d proudly turn you toward the mirror with the satisfied smile of someone whose trick had gone exactly as planned.
.𖥔 ݁ ALBEDO
Albedo would quietly set aside whatever sketch or experiment he had been working on, gesturing for you to sit in front of him without questioning why you’d chosen him for the task. Before touching your hair, he’d study its texture for a moment with genuine curiosity, almost as though committing it to memory, before carefully brushing through it with slow, precise movements.
He’d approach styling it much like one of his illustrations, patiently adjusting every strand until the shape looked balanced from every angle. If a braid came slightly loose, he’d calmly undo it and start again without the slightest hint of frustration, completely absorbed in perfecting the details. By the time he finished, he’d gently turn you toward a mirror before smoothing one final stray strand behind your ear with quiet satisfaction. “I’d like to sketch you later if you don’t mind, the hairstyle suits you rather well.”
⋆.˚ꫂ᭪݁ how they react to a kid calling you mom and dad
CONTAINS. in which a child approaches the two of you (varka, lohen, kinich, kaveh) and calls you "mom" and "dad" out of nowhere. a/n. not exactly proofread but i hope you all enjoy nonetheless (◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ )
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.𖥔 ݁ LOHEN
Lohen would blink in surprise before laughing so genuinely that the child immediately joined in, completely oblivious to the fact that you were trying to explain that the kid had the wrong people. Without making the situation awkward, he’d happily let the little one hold both your hands while the three of you searched nearby for their parents, treating it like a tiny adventure instead of an inconvenience.
“Hahaha you’ve got the wrong pair kid! But since we’re here, we’ll help you find your parents!” Every now and then he’d glance over at your increasingly flustered face with an amused smirk, finding it too adorable and funny to point out directly. Once the child was reunited with their family, he’d light bump your shoulder with his and quietly chuckle, clearly stil entertained by the thought that a kid had mistaken the two of you for a family.
.𖥔 ݁ VARKA
The moment the child cheerfully pointed at the two of you and called you “Mom and “Dad”, Varka would throw his head back with a booming laugh while you stood beside him, face burning from the misunderstanding. Seeing how flustered you’d become would only make him grin wider, though he’d quickly crouch to the child’s level, making sure they felt comfortable instead of embarrassed.
“Now that’s quite the title you’ve given me! Come on then, let’s go find the real Mom and Dad before they start worrying.” He’d effortlessly distract the child with stories while keeping an eye out for their parents, naturally taking your hand whenever the crowd became busy without thinking twice. After the relieved parents arrived and apologized, he’d simply wave them off before glancing back at you with unmistakable amusement, teasing you with that same knowing smile for the rest of the day.
.𖥔 ݁ KINICH
Kinich would immediately stiffen the second the child called him “Dad”, looking genuinely caught off guard for perhaps the first time all day. Before he could respond, Ajaw would materialize out of nowhere, already laughing loud enough for everyone nearby to hear while you stood frozen in embarrassment. “Ignore Ajaw… and no, we’re not your parents. Let’s find the people you’re actually looking for.”
Despite the flat tone, Kinich would quietly kneel so the child didn’t feel intimidated, asking simple questions that would help locate their family while completely ignoring Ajaw’s relentless teasing about how “domestic” the two of you looked together. Even after the parents thanked you and left, Ajaw would continue making comments under his breath while Kinich silently walked beside you, his ears noticeably red despite how hard he pretended not to care.
.𖥔 ݁ KAVEH
Kaveh would become flustered almost as you did. The moment the child confidently grabbed your hand before reaching for his, he’d nearly choke on his words trying to explain the misunderstanding, only making himself sound even guiltier. “W-Wait, we’re not—! …I mean— we’re helping you find your parents first, alright?”
His awkwardness would somehow reassure the child instead of confusing them, and before long he’d find himself instinctively straightening the child’s clothes or making sure they didn’t trip while the three of you searched together. Once the parents finally appeared, Kaveh would let out the biggest sigh of relief imaginable before rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish laugh, stealing one glance at your equally embarrassed expression before immediately looking away again, far too flustered to tease you about it.
⋆.˚ꫂ᭪݁ how they react to a kid calling you mom and dad
CONTAINS. in which a child approaches the two of you (varka, lohen, kinich, kaveh) and calls you "mom" and "dad" out of nowhere. a/n. not exactly proofread but i hope you all enjoy nonetheless (◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ )
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.𖥔 ݁ LOHEN
Lohen would blink in surprise before laughing so genuinely that the child immediately joined in, completely oblivious to the fact that you were trying to explain that the kid had the wrong people. Without making the situation awkward, he’d happily let the little one hold both your hands while the three of you searched nearby for their parents, treating it like a tiny adventure instead of an inconvenience.
“Hahaha you’ve got the wrong pair kid! But since we’re here, we’ll help you find your parents!” Every now and then he’d glance over at your increasingly flustered face with an amused smirk, finding it too adorable and funny to point out directly. Once the child was reunited with their family, he’d light bump your shoulder with his and quietly chuckle, clearly stil entertained by the thought that a kid had mistaken the two of you for a family.
.𖥔 ݁ VARKA
The moment the child cheerfully pointed at the two of you and called you “Mom and “Dad”, Varka would throw his head back with a booming laugh while you stood beside him, face burning from the misunderstanding. Seeing how flustered you’d become would only make him grin wider, though he’d quickly crouch to the child’s level, making sure they felt comfortable instead of embarrassed.
“Now that’s quite the title you’ve given me! Come on then, let’s go find the real Mom and Dad before they start worrying.” He’d effortlessly distract the child with stories while keeping an eye out for their parents, naturally taking your hand whenever the crowd became busy without thinking twice. After the relieved parents arrived and apologized, he’d simply wave them off before glancing back at you with unmistakable amusement, teasing you with that same knowing smile for the rest of the day.
.𖥔 ݁ KINICH
Kinich would immediately stiffen the second the child called him “Dad”, looking genuinely caught off guard for perhaps the first time all day. Before he could respond, Ajaw would materialize out of nowhere, already laughing loud enough for everyone nearby to hear while you stood frozen in embarrassment. “Ignore Ajaw… and no, we’re not your parents. Let’s find the people you’re actually looking for.”
Despite the flat tone, Kinich would quietly kneel so the child didn’t feel intimidated, asking simple questions that would help locate their family while completely ignoring Ajaw’s relentless teasing about how “domestic” the two of you looked together. Even after the parents thanked you and left, Ajaw would continue making comments under his breath while Kinich silently walked beside you, his ears noticeably red despite how hard he pretended not to care.
.𖥔 ݁ KAVEH
Kaveh would become flustered almost as you did. The moment the child confidently grabbed your hand before reaching for his, he’d nearly choke on his words trying to explain the misunderstanding, only making himself sound even guiltier. “W-Wait, we’re not—! …I mean— we’re helping you find your parents first, alright?”
His awkwardness would somehow reassure the child instead of confusing them, and before long he’d find himself instinctively straightening the child’s clothes or making sure they didn’t trip while the three of you searched together. Once the parents finally appeared, Kaveh would let out the biggest sigh of relief imaginable before rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish laugh, stealing one glance at your equally embarrassed expression before immediately looking away again, far too flustered to tease you about it.
It's insane how I've finally found a way to get me out of this creative block: get into the yumeship/ canonoc hole. 💥
I think it's really fun though, cuz not only the shipping thing, I get to build Adelyn as a character with hobbies, ambitions and relationships and stuff. I'm still a rookie but I'm trying everyday lol
thinking about florist reader getting poisonous flowers from lohen
a/n: SORRYYY this took me so long to write !! I kept rewriting and I’m still not sure if I like it now but oh well it’s cute ,, TYSM ANON for the idea !!!
wc: 1.3k
warnings: none, mainly fluff, only ones I can think of are mentions of poison obviously
You certainly didn’t sign up for this.
It was an ordinary day in Mondstadt City, as typical as any other. Knights patrolled the outskirts, citizens milled about the streets, and the smell of Good Hunter’s fresh food wafted through the air. You rolled out of bed and made your way to your little flower shop, tucked away in a humble corner of town that was your own.
Everything was to be expected. The minute traces of dust on the windows, the flowers seemingly greeting you as you entered the room - everything as it should be.
Then there was one thing that was not expected.
The vase sitting on the front counter, full of bright pink hyacinths, along with a note tucked underneath. That definitely wasn’t yours - you were smart enough to know how poisonous hyacinths were, being a florist, and you’d never leave them out in the open for anyone to have access to…nor did you ever buy any.
Creeping closer, you carefully moved the vase of flowers and picked up the note underneath.
“Enjoy the flowers! Though, try not to touch them - I’m sure you’re aware what they are ♡
-L”
Signed ‘L’? Who could that be? You wracked your brain to think of anyone you knew with the initial…and only came up with Lisa, the Knights of Favonius’ librarian. There’s no way she would plant these here, nor would she have any motive to do so.
But you do remember that the Grand Master and his troops had recently returned from their Nod-Krai expedition…perhaps there was another knight who had returned that had wanted to leave you this ‘gift’.
Did you have any enemies among their ranks? Not any you could think of…but surely Grand Master Varka would know if there were any knights with the first initial ‘L’. Why not ask him? Or, instead, someone who wasn’t so busy?
You found Amber quickly, stationed at the Mondstadt City gates. She was the first person you recognized among the daily patrol. Amber seemed to be lost in thought, most likely going over the rules of the Gliding Handbook in her mind.
“Hello, Miss! Need something?” She turns to you, a bright smile on her face. You ask her if there are any knights with the first initial of ‘L’, perhaps any that are fond of flowers. Her face darkens at your words, looking a tad nervous.
“L? I know the Vice Captain of the 5th Company, Lohen. But I haven’t of him liking flowers…he’s a bit of an oddball. Why do you ask?”
Amber’s face falls instantly once you explain your dilemma to her. “Poison flowers?! Are you alright-?”
“Yes, Amber, I know how to handle them,” you reply with a sheepish smile.
“Right, you’re a florist. Though…that does sound exactly like something he would do.”
You tilt your head. “Really? A Knight of Favonius causing trouble? Does he have something against me?”
“Of course he doesn’t!” Calls a new voice from above you. You and Amber glance up and dodge out of the way at the right moment, just as Lohen effortlessly leaps down from the city’s walls and lands in front of you. “They were a gift!”
Before you is Lohen, standing proud with his hands on his hips and a content grin across his face. Amber had taken the opportunity to scramble off to her next watch post by now, not wanting to be caught up in whatever Lohen was plotting.
“Did you not like them?” He asks, an over-the-top pout settling on his lips. “I went to great lengths for them, you know. Hyacinths are super rare in Teyvat!”
You pause, momentarily stunned. “But…they’re poisonous.”
Lohen’s smirk deepens. “I know.”
“Are you upset with me, then?”
He giggles. “Nope! See, you’re a florist, I trusted that you knew they were bad for you. But on the off chance that you didn’t, then…” he pauses, leaning in close. “…I would’ve taken good care of you, and gotten to watch you squirm!”
…how was this guy allowed to be a Knight, exactly?
Lohen slips his arm through yours, his eyes lit with joy. “Well, now you know my little secret.”
Your confusion only builds. Before you can get a word out, he continues. “Those flowers? An offering. To court you, of course. Wanna give it a try?”
You’d be lying if you said you’d never noticed him before - the way he looked exhausted after training, beads of sweat on his forehead. The gleam in his eyes that only showed through when he was fighting rogue hilichurls. The sway of his steps, more upbeat than usual, after a well-earned victory. To tell the truth, he was quite eye-catching, especially to you. And quite cute. But, the flowers? As a romantic offering? What went through this guy’s mind, exactly?
Yet the way he thought about how you would react to his gift? He trusted that you knew enough about flowers to keep yourself safe from them - wasn’t that at least the tiniest bit thoughtful?
“Sure, Lohen,” you offer a tiny smile, “but for future reference, my favorite flowers are forget-me-nots.”
Lohen beams instantly, his eyes lighting up. “Great! Then I’ll happily take you wherever you’d like to go.”
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How did you end up in this situation, exactly?
Hours ago, you’d agreed to let Lohen take you on a date. To the Angel’s Share you went - which, there you learned Lohen was not fond of alcohol. Thankfully, the place was mostly empty, as Varka had taken a large troop of knights on an urgent mission, and they were the ones to frequent that place the most. Lohen had brought you up to a table tucked away in a corner on the second floor, all for the two of you. He was a bit flirty, of course, and not without the occasional sadist comment, but what you hadn’t expected was how genuinely sweet and romantic he could be. The guy tended to your every need or whim, listening to you ramble about whatever your heart desired.
And now, somehow…he laid beside you in bed. Fast asleep, cuddled up to your chest, head tucked under your arm. A languid smile rests across his lips as his turquoise hair brushes your wrist. How cute…he seems to snore a bit in his sleep.
On the dresser across the room rests the hyacinths he gave you. However, in the dark, your eyes pick up something you hadn’t noticed before. The tips of the leaves are glowing ever so slightly…?
You sneak out of Lohen’s grasp (earning a sleepy whine from him before he returns to his rest) and tiptoe over to the flowers.
Your heart skips a beat.
These aren’t just hyacinths. They’re an extremely rare variant only found in the deepest caves of Dragonspine, known as Frostbud Hyacinths. And they aren’t poisonous.
You glance back at Lohen. Knowing he put in all this effort to get these for you, and to ensure they weren’t really poisonous? He surely teased you about it earlier, but now that his intentions were clear? You knew he was right for you.
Though, he probably got off on the thought that you still believed they were poisonous…oh well.
Once you join him back in bed, it becomes even clearer by the way he curls around you for comfort and warmth just how happy he is here.
“Lohen,” you whisper, earning another quiet groan from him, “thank you for the gift.”
He smiles lightly in his sleep. What a sweetheart.
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