Welcome to my fishbowl! I post my (ramble like) headcanons and imagines here.
I really like crossover and AU, so I mostly write about those. Some fandoms that I write for are:
- Twisted Wonderland
- Stardew Valley
- Genshin Impact
- Project Moon stuff (Lobotomy Corp, Library of Ruina, etc.)
I'm familiar with quite a lot of anime, so I sometimes write those too.
Feel free to ask me about anything! I don't really do requests but if you have some brainrots you want to share then come on in :)
Masterlist:
Stardew Valley
Mail Carrier NPC
Stardew Valley x The Great Pretender
Fruit Vampire!Farmer
Twisted Wonderland
MC coming back from TWST to a zombie apocalypse world
I love how completely dysfunctional Laplace is. It's split into a seemingly uncountable number of factions, one of which is both secret and incredibly well-known, there's nobody running the place except one extremely depressed man with too much paperwork, Lorentz Butterfly exists and is apparently fifteen different people at once, it's is so horrifically bureaucratic that nobody can get anything done and yet at the same time has no organisation, direction, or hierarchy whatsoever, it is constantly at political war with the organisation that claims it's separate from but is totally a part of, and all of the researchers are batshit insane.
Summary : In which, after almost killing you with one of his poisons, Lohen stops making them altogether. Unfortunately for him, this leaves him with a new problem.
How exactly is he supposed to make you fall in love with him?
Desperate and increasingly frustrated, he begins seeking romantic advice from anyone unfortunate enough to cross his path, spreading panic throughout the city of freedom as Mondstadt's most terrifying man attempts the impossible: courtship.
The first victim was a florist.
Lohen stood near the entrance of Floral Whisper, frowning at the colorful flowers displayed.
Flora, who was busy watering the flowers almost dropped the can upon seeing him. "...Can I help you?"
"I need advice." Lohen stared.
The florist froze.
Advice?
From her?
Was the world ending?
"What kind of advice?" she asked with the most polite smile she could muster.
Lohen looked visibly exhausted just from participating in the conversation.
"There's a girl." he started.
The watering can hit the floor. "...What?"
"A girl." he repeated.
A horrible silence followed.
Flora cleared her throat awkwardly. "You... like a girl?"
Lohen raised a brow, catching the genuine confusion in her tone. "Am I not allowed to?"
The girl quickly shook her head, waving her hands above her chest. "N-no! Of course you can. I just—well—girls like flowers?"
Desperate to be helpful, she grabbed a basket overflowing with colorful blooms and shoved it toward him. "Here! Keep them, free of charge."
Lohen glanced at the basket, his finger raising to poke one petal with an unamused expression. "Flowers die easily though."
"..."
"They're essentially just decorative corpses."
The florist had no response to that.
Lohen left.
The second victim was a bard.
Not just any bard, it was Barbatos himself! (Unfortunately.)
Venti seemed particularly happy when Lohen asked him the question, laughing loudly until strangers threw him annoyed looks.
"Write her a poem. Women love men who aren't afraid to voice their feelings." he suggested.
Lohen frowned. "A poem? That sounds like a waste of time. And paper."
The bard shook his head with a pityful smile. "Oh sweet child. You truly are so inexperienced."
...
And so that night Lohen sat on his table, staring at a blank piece of paper as if hoping some beautiful writing would manifest by itself.
He'd already asked sixteen people.
At this point, desperation had set in.
---
You are like a poisonous flower,
Crushed and blended-
---
Nope. Terrible.
---
Your eyes are like-
---
Absolutely not. Your eyes were just eyes.
---
Just like corpses which are buried deep into the dirt,
I wish you too, could be buried deep inside of m-
---
Lohen crushed the paper before he could finish writing that sentence.
He was truly losing his mind.
The third victim suggested chocolates.
Lohen actually considered it. For almost three seconds.
Then he remembered what had happened the last time he gifted you something edible.
The nauseating feeling that had been plaguing him for the past few days returned.
No.
No chocolates.
By the fourth day, word had spread.
The city's most terrifying man was apparently courting someone.
People were terrified.
Who was the poor girl?
Was she safe?
Should someone warn her?
More importantly,
Whose advice would the Vice Captain actually listen to?
The fifth victim was a fellow Knight. A Knight unfortunate enough to have a girlfriend.
Lohen cornered the poor man, unsheathing the dagger he owned and pressed the tip gently against the man's finger.
"As you know, I need advice regarding a girl." The dagger rose. "Speak."
The Knight racked his panicking brain for anything. Each second wasted was another step closer to hellish torture after all. "U-Um... P-play TCG with her?"
Lohen blinked. "That stupid card game?"
Seeing he wasn't immediately being stabbed, the Knight found a sliver of courage. "Yeah...it's very fun. I play it with my girlfriend."
Lohen frowned, tilting his head slightly. "Isn't your girlfriend blind?"
The knight laughed. For a brief moment, remembering his girlfriend outweighed his fear. "That's why it's fun for me."
Lohen rolled his eyes in disgust.
Idiotic.
Absolute disgrace of a man.
The next day Lohen appeared in your house carrying an absurd amount of cards.
You immediately became suspicious.
Because normally when Lohen showed up carrying things, there was approximately a 60% percent chance of poisoning.
A statistic you found acceptable. But terribly low. 98% would have been better.
Today, however, he simply dumped the cards onto the table.
"Play." was all he said.
...
And so you did.
Lohen had a remarkable talent for dragging you into whatever nonsense occupied his mind.
It was almost as if after spending years being poisoned by him, your resistance against his whims had diminished to a negative.
The game began.
Lohen quickly discovered that card games were incredibly boring.
He understood poisons. He understood combat. He understood murder.
Cards made no fucking sense.
Just random rules stacked on top of random rules until someone declared it entertainment.
But somehow you seemed invested. Halfway into the second game you started playing seriously. You paused before every move. Grinned whenever you knew you had an advantage. Looked personally offended whenever he played a powerful card.
And then...
"I won!" you leaned back on your chair, throwing the cards on the table with a triumphant smile.
Lohen felt a sharp spike of irritation.
Huh. That was just beginners luck.
"Again."
You won again.
"Did you cheat (Y/N)? Play again."
Another win.
".... Again."
You win.
"Are these cards broken or something? Again."
Hours passed.
At some point it became less about winning and more about watching you play.
He noticed the way you concentrated, the way your lips curled into a small smile after each win. The way your eyes lit up whenever you got lucky.
It was ridiculous.
The game itself remained stupid.
But somehow you weren't.
Lohen's gaze lingered before dropping back to his unfamiliar cards.
Eventually he deliberately misplayed a hand.
Then another. And another.
You didn't notice. You were too busy celebrating after all.
"I won again!" you looked comically proud of yourself.
Lohen suppressed a laugh. If you realized he was letting you win, you'd never let him hear the end of it.
After the last card was delt and he lost once again, an awkward silence took over.
The cards lay scattered across the table. And Lohen didn't know where to look.
This was it. The advice had ended there.
'Play cards.' he remembered the knight had said.
Mission complete.
....
Now what?
It was you who broke the silence first. Your eyes were fixed on a random card as the words escaped your mouth. "Why don't you poison me anymore Lohen?"
For perhaps the first time in years, he was caught completely off guard.
Of all the things you could have said...You chose the one question he never wanted to answer.
Seeing how Lohen went quiet, you pushed again. "I miss it you know. Your food and the poison that came along with it."
A small, fond smile graced your lips.
Each dish he made was so meticulously cooked, perfected and worked upon with so much care for the person who'd taste it.
More than the poison itself, you missed the warmness of it all. The feeling of someone going out of their way for you.
Lohen sighed, turning his head away. ".... You nearly died (Y/N)." The words left him before he could stop them.
You paused.
Oh.
You had forgotten about that part.
To you had been an unfortunate accident. Poisons were often unpredictable, especially those which had never been tested.
But to Lohen, the memory of your pale body had etched itself into his memory.
The blood pooling on the table, the rough coughs that crawled out of your throat. The utter panic and fear he felt when you hadn't woke up... it was all still so fresh in his mind.
His fingers tightened against his sleeve. "Poison is not some toy that you can play with."
His voice sounded bitter.
Almost as if he was accusing himself, not you. Reminding himself that human life was not some ingredient he could toss into a bowl and mix.
You understood him to some degree. You wondered if you were in his place... Would you have reacted so intensely?
But there was one thing you knew for certain.
"I still loved it, though."
Lohen hesitated, glancing up at you with a questioning look.
"I mean—not dying obviously." You quickly added,
"Mhm."
"The poison." you smiled.
"..."
"I liked the poison you made, Lohen."
He knew it.
You were even more insane than him.
A complete contradiction to everything he thought he knew about people.
Normal people feared his hobbies.
Normal people avoided him.
Normal people certainly didn't look disappointed when he stopped poisoning them.
Yet here you sat.
Looking genuinely sad about it.
It was so foolish and yet...
A small laugh escaped him. He ran a hand through his hair before his eyes settled on you completely.
"You're an idiot (Y/N)."
You raised a brow. "Coming from you, that's offensive."
He shrugged. "If you want poison that badly..." A reluctant smile appeared.
"I'll make mild ones."
You immediately sat up, leaning closer with a bright smile.
And just like that, he understood.
All these years, this was what he'd wanted.
A smile meant only for him.
A part of you that belonged solely to him.
"I will poison you forever then."
You grinned. "That sounds perfect."
"So we're dating." Lohen put his hands together.
You stopped mid motion, confused on whether your ears had suddenly malfunctioned. "What? Where did that come from?"
Lohen gave a playful pout, batting his eyelashes at you like some teenage girl. "You just agreed to let me poison you forever."
"That's not—" you reasoned.
"And I agreed."
You took a deep breath. "That's not a confession."
"You're right," He stood. "those were our wedding vows!" the boy laughed lightly, and walked towards you.
His hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you up until you stumbled out of the chair and closer to him.
"... Are you seriously asking me to date you, Lohen?" you turned your head up to meet his gaze. Despite his playful words, he looked utterly sincere as he stared back.
"Uhm." he leaned closer, his nose brushing faintly against yours. He was waiting for a reaction, a sign that would tell him it's alright for him to take more.
You never stepped away.
Never told him no.
That was all he needed.
From that day onward, things became strangely normal.
Or as normal as they could be.
Before creating new poisons, Lohen started consulting your medic friends.
"Will this kill her?" he asked one.
"No."
Lohen smiled. "Good."
"What is wrong with you?"
The people of Mondstadt were the ones who were the most relieved.
Because now Lohen became noticeably less interested in terrorizing everyone else.
He was too busy following you around.
Too busy making poisons.
Too busy pressing tiny kisses on your neck and cheek.
Too busy listening whenever you rambled about medicine.
Years later, the sight became familiar inside a small house with a cluttered laboratory, tucked away in a quiet corner of the city.
Lohen usually hunched over a workbench, carefully mixing another poison.
And you standing nearby. Watching him with shameless affection.
Occasionally helping.
Occasionally reminding him not to accidentally create something lethal.
In the end, the city never truly understood your relationship.
But perhaps that was fine. Because they didn't need to.
One man who expressed love through poison.
Only two people understood it...
And one girl foolish enough to love him for it.
Fin
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
AND THAT IS THE END OF THIS STORY. This was the first time I had so many people comment and like something I wrote and as much as it was overwhelming, I loved writing every bit of it.
Lohen is the type of insane person that I love to write, and coming about with stupid scenarios was a blast.
Thank you sm for reading! Let me know your thoughts.
Summary : In which, you find a poisoned meal at your doorstep every morning. And so, you make it your life's motto to savor it and provide your thoughts.
Much to Lohen's dismay, you never seemed particularly impressed by any of his carefully crafted poisons.
While most love stories begin with flowers, yours began with poison.
Most people reacted poorly to poison. They cried, screamed, and maybe even succumbed to death.
You, apparently smiled.
Lohen had first heard the rumor by accident.
"Apparently the new medic (Y/N) has a strange fascination with toxins," a knight muttered over drinks.
He hadn’t meant to care. He really hadn’t. But something about the word 'fascination' lodged itself under his skin like a splinter that refused to be ignored.
So, naturally, he did what any reasonable man with too much curiosity and too little restraint would do—he investigated.
Two alchemists confirmed it later, whispering that you had once voluntarily tasted diluted snake venom just to observe its effects.
That further piqued his curiosity.
And what better way to find out the truth than test the rumor himself?
After a day of locking himself in his house, he had come up with his very own poison. Made from the remains of a dendro slime, mixed with a few crushed petals of Dendrobium, and a generous splash of expired alcohol stolen from the Cat’s Tail.
He didn't know if it was truly toxic. In fact, he just mixed random ingredients he found revolting.
He wasn't planning on truly poisoning you after all. In its current concentration, it would merely cause temporary numbness (maybe).
And so he placed a cute little package in front of your house (he stole the documents that held information of those working under the Grand Master to find your address). Inside the package was a plate of Hash Brown he had cooked himself.
Of course, the poison was sprinkled on top as well.
He knocked on the door to your house and hid in a bush nearby.
He watched the door open, a shiver of excitement going down his spine.
But when you stepped out, his eyes widened. You weren’t what he had imagined. Not old, not bitter, not hunched over with tired eyes and stained robes.
You looked... young and composed. Normal in fact.
You glanced at the package, shrugged, and brought it inside.
The next day, he had half hoped there would be some commotion. Instead, nothing happened.
Lohen found that significantly more unsettling than if you had screamed.
Did you not open it?
Did you die?
Worse, did you throw it away?
By the second day, irritation curdled into curiosity again, and curiosity dragged him back to your house.
He hadn’t even reached the door when something stopped him.
A box.
His box.
He stared at it, then at the note pinned neatly on top.
It read-
---
Observation Log
Possible dendro slime derivative.
Taste profile:
Slight bitterness.
Floral aftertaste.
Perhaps traces of alcohol.
Symptoms:
Tingling lips.
Mild numbness in fingers.
Onset approximately twenty-five seconds.
Conclusion:
Sloppily made poison.
---
He stared at the handwriting. The faint smell of alcohol lingering on the hastily ripped paper.
'..... Sloppy?' he scoffed, annoyance creeping up into his face. He crumbled the paper, staring at the door with a sadistic smile.
"Fine then. I'll show you real poison."
The next morning, another box appeared at your doorstep.
Like last time, you took it into your home. You had no idea who was delivering these, but the last package being drenched in a mild toxin made it interesting enough for you to open.
You tore open the box.
This time, it was a plate of mushroom pizza.
"Oh, that looks delicious." you muttered to yourself, noticing the unusual purple coloring on the crust.
You reached and held a piece of the pizza near your mouth. And without a care, you took a huge bite from the area where the coloring was the brightest.
The following day, Lohen returned to find another note on your doorstep. This time it was more detailed than the last.
---
Observation Log
Low concentration of Aconitum.
Taste profile:
Initial sweet-bitter note.
Followed by burning sensation.
Symptoms:
Numbness.
Dizziness.
Loss of strength.
Conclusion:
Good posion. Easily countered.
Although, I liked the taste of the pizza.
(attached are my other observations)
---
There were six pages attached.
Six.
Lohen stared, flipping through the pages with a smile. "God. She's insane."
This started the exchange of poisons and paper notes.
The next package that Lohen put on your doorstep had a small note of his own.
---
To the Medic
Firstly, fuck you.
Secondly, you missed a secondary ingredient. (Hint : It was Naku weed)
Thirdly, thank you for complimenting the pizza.
I made it myself.
---
Your response appeared the next morning.
---
To the Poisoner
1. Rude.
2. I did not miss the ingredient. Naku weed has no toxic properties. Just color.
3. The posion on the crust was obvious. Are you perhaps new to this poisoning thing?
---
Your responses pissed the Vice captain even more. Because how dare a lowly medic like you have the audacity to critic his cooking?!
He tried even harder after that.
More precise blends. Better masking. Controlled dosages. Carefully calibrated ingredients. Tried perfecting the recipe so you couldn't find any faults.
Everything.
After making sure everything was perfect, he delivered the next package. A plate of Northern Apple Stew.
The reply next day was written in a crumbled paper with messy handwriting.
---
Rules for Future Poisoning
1. No explosive diarrhea.
2. No permanent injury.
3. No organ damage.
4. No blindness.
5. No poisoning children.
6. Food should remain edible
---
Lohen rolled his eyes at the rules. "Killjoy." To him these rules just were unnecessary boundaries that ruined his fun.
But he never wanted to stop this exchange between the two of you. It was much too entertaining for him.
Unknown to him, that night ended with you locking yourself in your room. Having non stop diarrhea for hours.
Soon the notes became longer than the poisons themselves.
One morning, the package you opened had a plate of Cream Stew.
And this time the note attached had a list of ingredients used.
---
Current Theory
The toxin should produce localized muscle weakness.
Estimated duration:
Two hours.
Possible side effects:
Dizziness.
Drowsiness.
Complaining.
Will you be able to guess what I used (Y/N)? °^°?
---
Three days later Lohen received something he could only call a report.
A dossier.
Twenty-two pages which included diagrams, charts, annotated symptom timelines.
And corrections.
So many corrections.
---
Page 14: dosage error.
Page 17: please stop using kitchen spoons as lab tools.
Page 19: “Did you eyeball the concentration?”
---
Unfortunately Lohen had. And he hated that you noticed.
Months passed and somehow it became a routine.
Your medic colleagues grew increasingly worried seeing you drowsy every other day.
"Do you know who keeps sending you poison?" one asked.
You shook your head. "No, not really."
"Shouldn't that concern you?"
You looked confused. "Why?"
"Because they're poisoning you...?"
You blinked. Honestly, if the person wanted to kill you, they could have used other deadly toxins. Yet, they always made sure to use small doses and non lethal ingredients.
You smiled to yourself. "They are very considerate actually."
"... Oh." the medic froze.
You tapped a finger on your cheek. "They also have lovely handwriting."
"..."
The medic walked away. Unable to continue the conversation.
Lohen, meanwhile, was also not doing well.
Varka had his suspicions when he first saw the crazed man laughing while tasting the exotic plants he had ordered.
One day, while Lohen was away on a mission, he broke the lock of his drawer and read through all the papers in there.
Papers about toxic plants. Possible ingredients. And of course, all the notes you had written to him.
He ran a hand through his hair. "What the hell is happening in Mondstadt?"
Varka immediately dragged Lohen by the collar and pushed him into the store you worked in to apologize.
You looked up from your desk and instantly recognized him as your mysterious poisoner.
Not by his face. But by his hands.
The stained fingertips. The chemical burns. The ink marks. The quiet proof of obsession.
"Oh," you smiled softly. "It's you."
Lohen blinked.
Varka shoved him forward. "Apologise to the lady Lohen."
Oh. So his name was Lohen.
The boy looked deeply offended. "I don't want to."
"Apologize." The Grand Master repeated, his gaze cold.
Lohen sighed dramatically. Then glanced toward you. "...Sorry for poisoning you."
You immediately shook your head, a small laugh escaping your lips. "There is so need for apologies. I should be thanking you actually."
Silence.
Even Varka froze.
You continued, brighter now. "The poisons were genuinely fascinating."
Varka looked horrified.
"I learned to make dozens of new antidotes!"
Lohen stared. Mesmerized.
"Also the toxins were quite creative! Honestly, every morning became something to look forward to."
Varka took a breath, and turned his gaze to the ceiling, perhaps praying to Barbatos why they allowed these two people to exist.
"Also the notes were fun!" you added, opening your drawer and placing a the stack of notes you had carefully stapled.
Lohen wasn't even listening anymore.
Because you were smiling.
At him.
Because of him.
Because he had poisoned you.
It was a stupid conversation. The girl in front of him was grateful for poisoning her. It was reckless, idiotic and yet...
At that moment his heart made some several terrible decisions.
He realised.
With a lot of hesitation...
That-
'Oh.'
'Oh no.'
'You were kinda cute.'
He had known your name for months. Known where you worked. Known your habits. Your favorite medicinal herbs. The way your handwriting became messier when excited.
But seeing you in person? Actually talking to you?
He was finished.
Absolutely in love.
That night he didn't sleep. Instead he sat at his desk surrounded by herbs, powders, vials, and failed formulas, staring at his next experiment like it might hold divine answers.
Most men wrote poetry.
Most men gifted flowers.
Most men confessed.
But Lohen was not most men.
He lifted a vial of deep red liquid, watching it swirl under lamplight with a manic smile. "If she barely liked the last one... I'll just make one that is even better."
And thus began the greatest romantic pursuit in history.
Not through gifts or heartfelt letters.
But through an escalating series of increasingly sophisticated poisons.
Lohen's new life goal was simple.
Create a poison so fascinating, so beautiful so perfect....
That when you tasted it—
You'd fall hopelessly in love with its creator.
Unfortunately for him, the only thing you fell in love with was the chemical composition.
Fin
😭 😭 😭 I CANT WITH THIS GUY. I FEEL LIKE HE'S SOMEONE WHO'D GIFT YOU A BOMB CUZ HE LOVES YOU.
Some of the ingredients used r actually toxic while others r just bs. I tried making it as Canon as possible but I'm sure there r some mistakes. Sorry abt tht.
Anyway! Hope you enjoyed! Let me know your thoughts.
