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TITLE: Melodies from the wind
PAIRING: fem!reader x kaedehara kazuha
GENRE: social media + written au
SUMMARY: you had embarrassed yourself by confessing to kaedehara kazuha in middle school, who rejected you. now in highschool he begins to realize how special you are, but realizes he might have fallen too late. now you and kazuha are part of a band, whereas you'll be singing a duet for the school talent showâunfortunately you have the worst stage fright. will kazuha be able to confess his feelings? and will you be able to face your fears?
A/N: HAII I havent written anything in superr long!! i hope this smau is able to make up for the 1yr ive been inactive hahaha anyways. COMMENT below to be added to the taglist !
The idea of Lohen willingly getting small injures just to have an excuse to go to medic!reader.. GANG YOU'RE NOT SLICK
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Vice Captain Lohen, many know him for being a reckless knight who charges into battle without thinkingâand surprisingly, it is very effective. Despite being the captain of the 5th companyâalso known as the âranged companyâ, he rarely goes into battle with a bow and arrow, preferring to fight enemies head on. Known as the sharpest arrow in the company, he strikes down opponents without a second glance as his fellow members assist him with support from behind. The sharp tip of the spear in his hand crashing through his opponents forms, leaving a crimson trail in his vicnity and and staining the fabric above his skin. Despite the effectiveness of this style, it does have its negatives, and you of all people would know that.
Working so close to the enemy has its negatives, when youâre that close to the enemy, you're bound to be injured. Even the infamous Vice Caprain Lohen gets grazed and cut with light injuriesâand thatâs where you come in. Being the head medic of the Knights of Favonius, you were the one who fell victim to Lohen's reckless fighting style. Every week, he would wake you up from your sleep at the most unusual hours of the day. One time, you had been peacefully sleeping in your bed, the quiet warmth of the night filling your room with a calming presence. All of a sudden, an aggressive knock profusely comes from your door.
You get up, stretching your arms and legsââWho would come here at this hour..?â, you thought, only an insane person could have come at this hour.
You slowly walk towards your front door, the old wooden floorboards creaking as you place light footsteps upon them. Arriving before your door, you slowly place your hand on the rusty doorknob and turn it. Pulling the door open, a sinister yet friendly smile greets you. Vice Captain Lohen, covered in an icky thick crimson liquidâclearly blood.
âHello, hello, my good friend!â Lohen greeted you, his voice filled with energy. âI was hoping you could help and fix me up? Just a small favor.â He asked, pleading. The smell of blood filled the air, the scent nauseating.
You sighed dramatically, clearly tired. Your doormat was covered in sticky, viscous, crimson bloodâbut that was a problem for your future-self, now you had to deal with the mess that was Lohen.
âFine, clean up first and then come in.â
âYouâre too kind, my friend.â He exclaimed, a smug smile decorating his face.
But that was only one incident, which was months ago. After this very incident, heâd come by your porch at the same exhausting hours for the same exact reasons almost every single day. âHelp me clean up?â âCould ya heal up this scar I got?â âYouâre nice, right? Help me out buddy!â
Despite the fact that his constant need for help from you was bothering your already messy sleep schedule, you didnât really mind that muchâHis presence at midnight was charming enough that his little rambles on how he ruthlessly murdered a lawachurl didnât seem as psychotic as it really was.
Though, after a while, his visits became far more absurd. He came by daily, and the reasons for it?
âOh, here look at my armâsome hillichurl left a big cut.â, after inspection, said cut seemed to be self-inflictedâbut you didnât tell him you were aware.
âI got this bruise fromâuhmââ He stumbled across his words. âA new recruit..â There was absolutely no way that a new recruit couldâve hit him.
âPatch up these little cuts, please?â They were only light grazes.
Clearly he ran out of ideas, because his self-inflicted injuries became far more frequent. This caused you to worry, why would he do this to himself?
One day, as he stood in front of your door, offering you his injured arm, you held it carefully as you inspected the injury. The cut on his arm almost seemed neat, and upon further inspection could have only been done by the hands of a humanâYou recognized that the cut was done by a very high-quality and well-crafted spear, one similar to the likes of his own weapon.
Finally, you finally spoke the words that had been lingering inside of your mouth for months.
âLohen, I know this cut is self-inflicted.â
âOh.â
âI always knew.â
An awkward silence filled the air, you waited for his response with a less-than-joyous-expression on your face.
âOkay, fine.â âIâm a vampire and I like drinking my own blood because itâs sexy.â
âStop.â You said, an unamused frown plastering your expression.
âOkay, okayâRelax, I was just joking. I just needed an excuse to see you.â
âWhy?â
âBecause I secretly think youâre charming and fun to chat with, is all.â âWhatâs so wrong with that, huh?â He said, you couldâve sworn he pouted for a second or two as he avoided your gaze.
Oh. Well, that surprised you more than it should have. You froze at his admission, a slow realization slipping into your head. Clearly Lohen liked you more than he could admit. A look of utter confusion crawls onto your expression, right before you lightly slap his left uninjured arm.
âYou could have just told me!â You yelled, clearly filled with concern. âYou donât need to injure yourself just to see me.â
âWell, whateverâToo late to complain about it now.. It doesnât really hurt that much anyway..â He said, shrugging. âSooâŠâ He trails off, gesturing to the injury on his arm.
You sigh, how absurd.
âCome in, Iâll clean you up.â You said, gently tugging on his arm with worry.
A clean yet eerie smile appears on his face, clearly amused by this new revelationâthough, you werenât going to comment on it. Deep down you and Lohen both knew this was the end of the beginning, and things might just never be the same anymore between you two, maybe for the best, or maybe for the worse. Though, you still scolded him for doing what he did, stupid man.
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summary: zuko's straight-forwardness in appreciating the attractive qualities of the lone stranger saved by aang has you curious on whether you could get him to spill on what he thinks of you. (no major movie spoilers)
"He's very attractive." Zuko admits, eyes unblinking as he stares at the unconscious stranger.
The entire team whips their heads to stare at Zuko in unconcealed shock.
"What?" Zuko mutters, gaze lingering on the surprised expressions casted onto him, before eventually landing on yours. "He is. It's all in the bone structure."
You blink, unable to process his straight-forward words that landed on you like a gut punch. You've never considered it, the fact that Zuko also found others attractive.
It seems like a completely, silly notion now that the thought has verbalised itself in your mind. Of course Zuko would notice if others were considered attractive. Maybe it just never occurred to you in all your years of knowing himâof also finding himâ
You clear your throat, forcing yourself to look away from his prying gaze, confusion alight in his eyes from your taken-aback expression.
If he's unconsciously considered the attractiveness of this stranger... has he everâno, this should not be your priority. It doesn't matter what he thinks of you, it's not like it would change a thing. He's practically admitted it non-verbally through that monotonous admission of his, that a person's looks is assessed by him in a completely, impersonal standpoint.
Bone structure? You shouldn't be curious. Knowing Zuko, he might accidentally insult your structure if you asked.
The curiosity does not disappear. In fact, it digs deeper and deeper into the crevices of your mindâsubconsciously affecting your attitude around Zuko.
It doesn't help that it's painfully obvious that he's noticed your strange behaviour ever since his comment. Once, when his hand had come up to your shoulder to alert you that everyone was boarding the shipâand your entire body jumped in response. Again, when you completely blanked out when he asked if you would like some firecracker buns.
It's not like you wanted to hyper-focus on his observation on purpose. It's just that after years of knowing him and pushing down that sub-concious attractionâof not allowing yourself to even see him as anything more than the Zuko you know, the rebound impact of all your resurfacing emotions combined with his lingering presence is far too much.
Zuko isn't the type to beat around the bush either, one of the rare habits his uncle hasn't passed onto him. In a moment of needed reprieve, your attempt at regaining your composure fails spectacularly when you find yourself in a stand-still, cornered in the back of the shipâone firecracker bun in his hand as an offering.
"Have I said something to make you uncomfortable?"
Zuko's gaze is akin to a puppy's, wide-eyed and brows furrowed. Afraid that he's done something wrong, overlooked the choice of his words once again and destroyed the atmosphere without realising.
Straight to the point as ever, you'd appreciate it more if he had given you a few more minutes to come up with a reasonable excuse. Something more plausible than 'Do you find me attractive?', a lingering question that should've remained buried in the soil that you departed from nearly an hour ago.
"Not exactly." Taking the firecracker bun from his hand, the crumbs coat your fingers. You needed something to muffle your words, anything to distract you. It's easier to focus on the lingering spice that melts into your tongue, rather than his unblinking stare.
"SoâI did say something." His mouth parts, a slight tilt downward in the corner of his lip. "Or I've made you uncomfortable."
There was no winning with him. Swallowing your last bite, you brush the crumbs against your sleeve, the slouch of your posture a key sign of surrender, your invisible white flag waving at the sight of his increasingly dubious expression.
"The first one." You admit with a sigh. "Earlierâ"
He leans in subtly, a habit he does when he's listening attentively, and the luscious wave of his bangs brushes against your knuckles. His amber eyes pierce through you, and the words practically die off your tongue.
Why is he looking at you like that?
It isn't fair that he has such an effect on you. You still remember the old days, when he had a worser temper instead of the softened expression that lingers warmly on you. Plus, that horrible haircut, a singular ponytail with the rest of his hair shaved off forever engrained in your mind. Even recalling the image doesn't help calm your thundering heartbeat when the Zuko in front of you is soâoverwhelming.
"You were saying?" He prods gently.
You swallow, averting your gaze. "When you mentioned... about attractiveness. Was that likeâa spur of the moment kind of thing, or do you have a first impression for everyone you meet?"
His brows furrow for a moment, before recognition lights his golden gaze. "Ahâthat."
"Right, that." You feel the seat warming beneath you in your embarrassment, a hallucination of senses in your sudden need to escape his assessing gaze. He barely even remembers his comment, and here you are, still obsessively prying over it.
"I was only answering Toph's question." He states. "No one was stating the obvious."
"The obvious." You muse. "Do you assess the attractiveness of everyone you meet?"
"I suppose it depends." He mutters, hand rubbing over his chin in consideration. "If it was during a battle, I wouldn't be prioritising on considering the opponent's appearance. As compared to someone knocked out on the ground, it gives me plenty of time."
You barely resist a snort. Only he could treat a topic like a person's attractiveness like one of his battle strategies. "I suppose you didn't have time during our first meeting then."
As soon as the words leave your mouth, both you and Zuko freeze. Your lips clamp shut, an immediate wince shuddering through your frame. Cat's out of the bag, you suppose.
"Never mind." You wave it off, your own laugh echoing much too loudly through your ears. "It wasn't like I was wonderingâwell, maybe I was. You just sprung it out of nowhere earlier, and I got... curious. You don't have to answerâ"
"I did." He cuts you off unceremoniously.
You blink, his vague words echoing in the thin distance between the two of you. "What?"
He swallows, and for once, he's the one flustered in this conversation. "I did notice, during our first meeting."
No way. Your first meeting with Zuko was anything but pretty. You remember being covered in sweat, grime, and ashes coating your clothes as he shot flames at you from his palms. The twisted grimace on his face when you had him writhing under your grip, as he loudly declared his revenge on you, rupturing your eardrums with all his yelling.
"You meanâ" You barely resist a grin stretching on your lips. "âwhen I pinned you down on your airship, and you were spitting death threats into my ear."
"Yes, that." His long locks cover his ears now, but you can bet the rims are reddened from the reminder. "You were formidable."
Formidable. No, that wasn't enough. His sudden focus on the floorboards of his ship made it obvious that he was simplifying his observation.
"I was gaining the winning hand." You state out-right, disbelief coating your tone. "And you had time to notice?"
A restrained sigh escapes Zuko's gritted teeth, already regretting his slip of tongue.
"What of the angle? Does the Fire Lord recall my bone structure during our first battle too, when I pinned you to the floor?" You tease.
He scoffs in a light-hearted manner, shoulder lightly bumping into yours. "It was the first time anyone had pinned me down. I wasn't exactly given another view to look at."
"Was the view bad then?" You prod.
"Not at all." He answers absentmindedlyâquickly without hesitation.
Your lips part, speechless. Zuko immediately separates his shoulder from yours, a bashful expression overtaking his features.
"Objectively." He states hurriedly, waving his arms. "I was expecting to find the Avatar at the time, not... you."
The way he says it, the almost breathless note that leaves his lips. You devour it hungrily, now being the one to lean in, prying.
"And how did you find me, Zuko?" You ask earnestly.
He huffs in defeat. His softened gaze finally meets yours again, his eyes roaming over your features, ones that he's familiarised with for years, and yet... it still takes the breath out of him. "...You were the most beautiful person I've ever sparred with."
Oh... wow. You didn't expect that.
"You were threatening to kill me." You recall in disbelief.
"I was multi-tasking." He mutters, ashamed.
Your intended snort escalates into a cackle, unable to contain yourself. "I would have never guessed that from the way you glared at me. So full of shameâand destroyed pride."
"What about you?" He asks in a hurry, though his tone drops towards the end in hesitationâhinting his regret in the wrong change in topic. He grimaces, gaze dropping to his tightened fists over his lap. "...Did you find my scar hideous?"
Surprise colours your features.
Immediately shaking your head, you're at a loss for words on how to convey just how off-course he was on his guess. How could you ever find Zuko hideous? Your heart barely survived your visits to the Fire Nation, not when their own Fire Lord always insisted on attending to your presence personally, even when it arose suspicion of your shared bond with him, to have him so easily distracted when you arrived on his lands.
Even now, he's overwhelming your vision. Healthy muscles that are barely hidden under his clothes, or the hair he's refused to cut ever since his youth that now flows lusciously down his broad back. His amber eyes that glint golden when the sun reflects his irises, and even the conjured image of the way his arms move when he's fire-bending.
He'sâ "Beautiful."
By the time you realise your second slip of the tongue, Zuko has already blinked once, caught off-guard.
You purse your lips, finding this conversation to be as riveting as it is a weaponised self-attack. "Objectively speaking. You're attractive, Zuko."
"Objectively." He repeats slowly, amused that you're using his own deflecting choice of words.
"Fine, like really attractive." You deadpan. "It's annoying, because I'm supposed to be focused on the mission, and you're just... standing there."
It was the truth. You couldn't be the only one who noticed it. His subtle change in demeanour over the years, how he carried himself into a room now instead of randomly announcing his arrival at the worst timings. Even Sokka noticed.
He snorts, and the sound deflates the tension in your chest. "Funny, I should be saying that about you."
You gasp, expression aghast. "You're joking."
"It is not honourable to lie." He shrugs. "You've always been the most magnetic in my eyes. I can never find myself looking away from you."
You grow quiet, the genuine sincerity in his words leaving you defenseless. Have you been blind all along? Is that why he always sent lettersâasking you to visit his nation for purposes other than meetings? Or why he sought for your company constantly during this entire trip, despite it being the first time the entire set of Team Avatar being together in months?
You had been too focused on what was comfortable and familiar, to teasing and prodding, that you never considered this.
"For the record." You whisper, leaning in to truly look at him. "I never found your scar hideous. You were always beautiful to me, Zuko."
He swallows, something intense flickering in his gazeâbut too fleeting for you to catch onto it. Maybe it had always been there, when his eyes linger on your form when he accompanied you in his palace gardens, or even back then, when he was a banished prince who sought for you, even with a grimace on his face.
"That haircut when we first met, though?" Your smile breaks out into a toothy grin. "Absolutely hideous."
The softness in his gaze falters, before a groan rumbles past his throat. "Will you ever let that one go?"
"Never."
He lets out a low breath, drained of his energy. "I admitted to finding you attractive, and this is my repayment?"
"Who's finding who attractive?"
Sokka's voice strikes a jump in your shoulders, and Zuko's in an impressive halt, frozen completely after being caught red-handed.
"Ah, between the two of youâ" Sokka whistles. "I was wondering who was going to break first. Congrats, love-birds!"
"We're notâ" Your voice clashes with Zuko's. "This isn'tâ"
You sneak a glance to Zuko, and his hand is already covering half of his face, his embarrassment shielded by the shadow of his large palm.
Sokka's confused gaze switches between the two of you, blinking slowly.
"Ah, couple years too early?" Sokka shrugs, before clicking his tongue. "That's rough. I'll check back in with you guys in another time." Making his way back towards the front, he shouts once more to prove his point. "Just don't let me catch you guys making out or anything, I'll need to poke out my eyes for that one!"
"...We better restrain him before he starts blasting it as news to everyone." You groan.
"Agreed." He mutters.
Right as you made your move to leave, Zuko's hand grips yoursâstopping you.
You lift your head, meeting his gaze. "Yeah?"
His Adam's apple bobs up and down, consideration clear in his expression before he decisively leans in. His voice is a warm hush, soft and intimate when he whispers. "For the record." Your own words echo back to your ears in the low hush of his voice. "I wasn't only referring to our first meeting when I said that you're beautiful."
His smile quirks up into something tender, a secret expression reserved only for you. ...At this rate, your curiousity was really going to be the death of you.
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a/n: i need to write more firelord zuko stat. he looks so good and still so awkward my childhood crush has been reignited.
"Katara acts like a mother to everyone! She'd be like that with anyone except Aang!"
No. Katara has never acted like a mother to Jet, to Haru, or more specifically, to Zuko, who joined her chosen family. I say this in case someone tells me that Katara's maternal behavior only occurs with those she considers her family. Zuko became part of her chosen family after they reconciled. She has never acted maternally with him. Being there for him emotionally is not the same as acting maternally. Zuko is also there for Katara emotionally in the same way. And when he joins the group, he does chores with Katara. Where Katara is the mother of the group, Zuko becomes the father of the group. So no, it's not natural for Katara to act like a mother to everyone, or even to those she considers her family. She simply acts that way with those she sees as less mature than herself. It's as simple as that.
so thing is with the zutara vs kataang discourse coming back up again (as it inevitably does) is that i as a neutral fan always end up feeling more convinced by the zutara fansâ arguments far more than I am by whatever the kataang fans have to say. I mean, itâs never anything new with them. Itâs always âoh, you guys just ship zutara because you think Zuko is hot and you want to use katara as a self insertâ or âcoloniser x colonised relationship!!â or whatever. And zutara fans repeatedly debunk these arguments all while putting forward detailed analysis and pretty considerable âproofâ of the pairing and. their criticisms are superior too! Zutara shippers take their time to study the show in order to explain why they think kataang is flawed, and I, again, as a neutral non shipper canât help but be all âhmmâŠthey got a pointâŠâ
and meanwhile you have Kataang stans hurling the same insults like kids in a playground. Itâs been what, how many years? If youâre so convinced that your ship is superior, come up with better arguments!!!
How would Lohen deal with a clingy reader ? Always want to be on his side or hace news of him when he is on expedition and more stuff like that
what?! Clingy reader in the houuusee!!!! Just wanna do a quick filler before I do anything long or an smau >_< enjoy !!!
notes!!!? Mostly fluff and its 100% sfw LOWKEY VERY SOFT LOHEN WRITTEN BEFORE LOHEN RELEAAASEEE!!!!!!! Not proofreaadd LMAOAO I LOWKEY POSTED THIS WITHOUT TAGSđđ
Lohen, while many know him for as âthe sharpest arrow in the 5th companyâ or âVice Captainâ, you alone know him as your one and only beloved. You and Lohen have been together for years, you met as teens and have been hitting it off ever since. Despite having been in a long-term relationship for so long, many are still shocked when they hear Vice Captain Lohen has a partner of his own.
Having been dating for years, you and Lohen have always stuck around each other. If you were a new recruit in the 5th company, itâs certain you wouldâve seen a peculiar spectator watching right in the corner of your eye. Lohen is doing paperwork? Youâre sitting next to him with a chair specifically placed for you. Youâre stuck at home bedridden? Heâs skipping work to take care of you like the good partner he is. The two of you were inseparable, so when it was revealed that the two of you had to part ways so that he could join the expeditionary force, the two of you were absolutely devastated.
On the last week before his departure, you didnât leave his side at all. Yes, you generally tended to be very clingyâbut this time? Oh, you were not playing around. As he attended his boring work meetings, you were there right next to him. He was out hunting ruin-guards? You casually swooped in to help. There wasnât a single minute of his free time where you werenât there with him. While he acted and pretended to be annoyed, he truly wasnât. He cherished all those moments between the two of you, as you both knew it could be years before you see each other again.
â nighttime, a day before the expeditionary force leaves.
As you lie beside your beloved in bed, you look at him with pleading eyesâa small pout decorating your face as you murmur soft words into his collar.
âLohen, youâll never leave meâright?â
âNever, I wouldnât trade you for the world.â He says, kissing your forehead.
âReally? Are you sure? We could be away from each other for years, what if you get bored? What if you decide to cheat on me? What if letters arenât enough?â You say, a childish expression appears on your face.
Lohen smiles, gently taking your hand into his as he caresses them slowly. âNever.â He reassures you, but part of you still wants to keep asking.
You raise your head up to look him directly in the eye. âReally? Are you a hundred perââ Lohen cuts you off before you can finish speaking.
âYes, Iâm a hundred percent sure. Now can you please shut up and stop overthinking it?â He gives your knuckles soft kisses, before placing his hand on your cheek, lovingly caressing it. âI could never love another, the only one I have my eyes on are youâand you alone, so donât even imagine me with anyone else, sounds like a nightmare.â He says, half-joking and half-serious as he speaks. He then places a light kiss on your forehead, itâs a way of reassuring you.
âOkay, okayâI get it.â âPromise to write as often as you can?â You say, pleading.
âOf course,â âanything for you.â He smiles lovingly, the same smile that was used to strike down opponents on the field was the most comforting thing ever to you. before He then began to munch soft little kisses on your cheek. This was your last day together, so you were absolutely gonna spend to the best of your abilities.
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The idea of Lohen willingly getting small injures just to have an excuse to go to medic!reader.. GANG YOU'RE NOT SLICK
ANON I LOVE ITT HERES UR REQUESTTT ENJOIIIIIđ„čđ„č other requesters, have patience im working on it!!!
Vice Captain Lohen, many know him for being a reckless knight who charges into battle without thinkingâand surprisingly, it is very effective. Despite being the captain of the 5th companyâalso known as the âranged companyâ, he rarely goes into battle with a bow and arrow, preferring to fight enemies head on. Known as the sharpest arrow in the company, he strikes down opponents without a second glance as his fellow members assist him with support from behind. The sharp tip of the spear in his hand crashing through his opponents, crimson drops of blood leaking in his vicnity and and staining the fabric on his skin. Despite the effectiveness of this style, it does have its negatives, and you of all people would know that.
Working so close to the enemy has its negatives, when youâre that close to the enemy, you're bound to be injured, and even the infamoud Vice Caprain Lohen gets grazed and cut with light injuriesâand thatâs where you come in. Being the head medic of the Knights of Favonius, you were the one who fell victim to Lohen's reckless fighting style. Every week, he would wake you up from your sleep at the most unusual hours of the day. One time, you had been peacefully sleeping in your bed, the quiet warmth of the night filling your room with a calming presence. All of a sudden, an aggressive knock profusely comes from your door.
You get up, stretching your arms and legsââWho would come here at this hour..?â, you thought, only an insane person could have come at this hour.
You slowly walk towards your front door, the old wooden floorboards creaking as you place light footsteps upon them. Arriving before your door, you slowly place your hand on the rusty doorknob and turn it. Pulling the door open, a sinister yet friendly smile greets you. Vice Captain Lohen, covered in an icky thick crimson liquidâclearly blood.
âHello, hello, my good friend!â Lohen greeted you, his voice filled with energy. âI was hoping you could help and fix me up? Just a small favor.â He asked, pleading. The smell of blood filled the air, the scent nauseating.
You sighed dramatically, clearly tired. Your doormat was covered in sticky, viscous, crimson bloodâbut that was a problem for your future-self, now you had to deal with the mess that was Lohen.
âFine, clean up first and then come in.â
âYouâre too kind, my friend.â He exclaimed, a smug smile decorating his face.
But that was only one incident, which was months ago. After this very incident, heâd come by your porch at the same exhausting hours for the same exact reasons almost every single day. âHelp me clean up?â âCould ya heal up this scar I got?â âYouâre nice, right? Help me out buddy!â
Despite the fact that his constant need for help from you was bothering your already messy sleep schedule, you didnât really mind that muchâHis presence at midnight was charming enough that his little rambles on how he ruthlessly murdered a lawachurl didnât seem as psychotic as it really was.
Though, after a while, his visits became far more absurd. He came by daily, and the reasons for it?
âOh, here look at my armâI some hillichurl left a big cut.â, after inspection, said cut seemed to be self-inflictedâbut you didnât tell him you were aware.
âI got this bruise fromâuhmââ He stumbled across his words. âA new recruit..â There was absolutely no way that a new recruit couldâve hit him.
âPatch up these little cuts, please?â They were only light grazes.
Clearly he ran out of ideas, because his self-inflicted injuries became far more frequent. This caused you to worry, why would he do this to himself?
One day, as he stood in front of your door, offering you his injured arm, you held it carefully as you inspected the injury. The cut on his arm almost seemed neat, and upon further inspection could have only been done by the hands of a humanâAnd you recognized that the cut was done by a very well crafted spear, one similar to the likes of his own weapon.
Finally, you finally spoke the words that had been lingering inside of your mouth for months.
âLohen, I know this cut is self-inflicted.â
âOh.â
âI always knew.â
An awkward silence filled the air, you waited for his response with a less-than-joyous-expression on your face.
âOkay, fine.â âIâm a vampire and I like drinking my own blood because itâs sexy.â
âStop.â You said, an unamused frown plastering your expression.
âOkay, okayâRelax, I was just joking. I just needed an excuse to see you.â
âWhy?â
âBecause I secretly think youâre charming and fun to chat with, is all.â âWhatâs so wrong with that, huh?â He said, you couldâve sworn he pouted for a second or two as he avoided your gaze.
Oh. Well, that surprised you more than it should have. You froze at his admission, a slow realization slipping into your head. Clearly Lohen liked you more than he could admit. A look of utter confusion crawls onto your expression, right before you lightly slap his left uninjured arm.
âYou could have just told me!â You yelled, clearly filled with concern. âYou donât need to injure yourself just to see me.â
âWell, whateverâToo late to complain about it now.. It doesnât really hurt that much anyway..â He said, shrugging. âSooâŠâ He trails off, gesturing to the injury on his arm.
You sigh, how absurd.
âCome in, Iâll clean you up.â You said, gently tugging on his arm with worry.
A clean yet eerie smile appears on his face, clearly amused by this new revelationâthough, you werenât going to comment on it. Deep down you and Lohen both knew this was the end of the beginning, and things might just never be the same anymore between you two, maybe for the best, or maybe for the worse. Though, you still scolded him for doing what he did, stupid man.
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The idea of Lohen willingly getting small injures just to have an excuse to go to medic!reader.. GANG YOU'RE NOT SLICK
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Vice Captain Lohen, many know him for being a reckless knight who charges into battle without thinkingâand surprisingly, it is very effective. Despite being the captain of the 5th companyâalso known as the âranged companyâ, he rarely goes into battle with a bow and arrow, preferring to fight enemies head on. Known as the sharpest arrow in the company, he strikes down opponents without a second glance as his fellow members assist him with support from behind. The sharp tip of the spear in his hand crashing through his opponents forms, leaving a crimson trail in his vicnity and and staining the fabric above his skin. Despite the effectiveness of this style, it does have its negatives, and you of all people would know that.
Working so close to the enemy has its negatives, when youâre that close to the enemy, you're bound to be injured. Even the infamous Vice Caprain Lohen gets grazed and cut with light injuriesâand thatâs where you come in. Being the head medic of the Knights of Favonius, you were the one who fell victim to Lohen's reckless fighting style. Every week, he would wake you up from your sleep at the most unusual hours of the day. One time, you had been peacefully sleeping in your bed, the quiet warmth of the night filling your room with a calming presence. All of a sudden, an aggressive knock profusely comes from your door.
You get up, stretching your arms and legsââWho would come here at this hour..?â, you thought, only an insane person could have come at this hour.
You slowly walk towards your front door, the old wooden floorboards creaking as you place light footsteps upon them. Arriving before your door, you slowly place your hand on the rusty doorknob and turn it. Pulling the door open, a sinister yet friendly smile greets you. Vice Captain Lohen, covered in an icky thick crimson liquidâclearly blood.
âHello, hello, my good friend!â Lohen greeted you, his voice filled with energy. âI was hoping you could help and fix me up? Just a small favor.â He asked, pleading. The smell of blood filled the air, the scent nauseating.
You sighed dramatically, clearly tired. Your doormat was covered in sticky, viscous, crimson bloodâbut that was a problem for your future-self, now you had to deal with the mess that was Lohen.
âFine, clean up first and then come in.â
âYouâre too kind, my friend.â He exclaimed, a smug smile decorating his face.
But that was only one incident, which was months ago. After this very incident, heâd come by your porch at the same exhausting hours for the same exact reasons almost every single day. âHelp me clean up?â âCould ya heal up this scar I got?â âYouâre nice, right? Help me out buddy!â
Despite the fact that his constant need for help from you was bothering your already messy sleep schedule, you didnât really mind that muchâHis presence at midnight was charming enough that his little rambles on how he ruthlessly murdered a lawachurl didnât seem as psychotic as it really was.
Though, after a while, his visits became far more absurd. He came by daily, and the reasons for it?
âOh, here look at my armâsome hillichurl left a big cut.â, after inspection, said cut seemed to be self-inflictedâbut you didnât tell him you were aware.
âI got this bruise fromâuhmââ He stumbled across his words. âA new recruit..â There was absolutely no way that a new recruit couldâve hit him.
âPatch up these little cuts, please?â They were only light grazes.
Clearly he ran out of ideas, because his self-inflicted injuries became far more frequent. This caused you to worry, why would he do this to himself?
One day, as he stood in front of your door, offering you his injured arm, you held it carefully as you inspected the injury. The cut on his arm almost seemed neat, and upon further inspection could have only been done by the hands of a humanâYou recognized that the cut was done by a very high-quality and well-crafted spear, one similar to the likes of his own weapon.
Finally, you finally spoke the words that had been lingering inside of your mouth for months.
âLohen, I know this cut is self-inflicted.â
âOh.â
âI always knew.â
An awkward silence filled the air, you waited for his response with a less-than-joyous-expression on your face.
âOkay, fine.â âIâm a vampire and I like drinking my own blood because itâs sexy.â
âStop.â You said, an unamused frown plastering your expression.
âOkay, okayâRelax, I was just joking. I just needed an excuse to see you.â
âWhy?â
âBecause I secretly think youâre charming and fun to chat with, is all.â âWhatâs so wrong with that, huh?â He said, you couldâve sworn he pouted for a second or two as he avoided your gaze.
Oh. Well, that surprised you more than it should have. You froze at his admission, a slow realization slipping into your head. Clearly Lohen liked you more than he could admit. A look of utter confusion crawls onto your expression, right before you lightly slap his left uninjured arm.
âYou could have just told me!â You yelled, clearly filled with concern. âYou donât need to injure yourself just to see me.â
âWell, whateverâToo late to complain about it now.. It doesnât really hurt that much anyway..â He said, shrugging. âSooâŠâ He trails off, gesturing to the injury on his arm.
You sigh, how absurd.
âCome in, Iâll clean you up.â You said, gently tugging on his arm with worry.
A clean yet eerie smile appears on his face, clearly amused by this new revelationâthough, you werenât going to comment on it. Deep down you and Lohen both knew this was the end of the beginning, and things might just never be the same anymore between you two, maybe for the best, or maybe for the worse. Though, you still scolded him for doing what he did, stupid man.
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