HIIII!!! could i maybe request a matchup for genshin and either twisted wonderland or black butler (your choice between the two!)
i actually have a google doc for matchups if you'd like that aswell, just lmk but ill put a brief one here!!
appearance : im 154cms / 5ft, though i tend to wear heels and platforms often. i have long black hair in a himecut, usually straightened but my hair is naturally curly! im asian, specifically chinese! i really like dressing in cutesy styles, like lolita or himekaji fashion, particularly in pink! i also have really big doe eyes, probably one of my most prominent features as i like doing douyin makeup! i also am physically disabled, so sometimes i am in a wheelchair or cane.
personality : im a very bubbly, positive person! im the sunshine of my friendgroups, though i tend to be a little shy when i first meet people. im an enfp 2w1, but i sometimes can be a little naive and unaware of my surroundings. i also am a biggg hopeless romantic and love romance and fairytales and all that stuff ♪i really heavily relate myself to cyrene from hsr or kalim from twst!!! as for hobbies i enjoy baking, singing, playing instruments, writing, cooking, gardening and crocheting! i dislike blood and violence, as well as people who are constantly mean.
matchup : my type is someone whos the opposite of me .. i tend to have a bias for introverted quiet types, but i can get along with almost anyone ! my love language is physical touch and quality time.
im currently studying to be a children's teacher/daycare worker! i love working with kids ^__^
if there are any questions, you can dm me! if you cant do this matchup aswell, i completely understand!! (*´ω｀*)
haiii!! I think the longer, the more accurate. but also brief ones allow for me to work more efficiently! it's really just whatever you prefer
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For Genshin I've decided to pair you with...
ZHONGLI
Zhongli first was drawn to your sense of style; also because he's never seen anything like it.
realizing your personality, he really enjoys to be around you. like all the time.
it gives him a fresh breath of air comparative to people like hu tao.. and Childe...
I think he actually really likes that you are more on the naive side, he feels like he isnt alone. even if it's an act. he thinks its cute. (and he wants someone to depend on him).
He probably makes you read romance stories to him. and he'll tell you about his romance.
I dont think he's introverted though, just more reserved. He'll talk with a purpose, or if he just wants to hear YOU talk.
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For Black Butler....
CLAUDE
ok hi
you dressed so much better than the people he's had to deal with, although I don't see him as a huge fan of lighter colors.
he def thinks you look better in those colors rather than darker ones though...
BREATH OF FRESH AIR no.2... Alois is such a rat, and honestly? literally everyone else too.
I think he doesn't show much emotion because he never wants anyone to have the upper hand on him. you might have to slowly get it out of him.
which you could do just by being yourself. Go on rants and just talk to him.
he's probably making slight noises, or chiming in like "well you should've done ____" or whatever. he thinks he's being helpful. let him have it.
I think he might think it's a bit annoying if you are aloof to your surroundings, but it's okay, because he'll be there. not like he isn't trained to know this stuff.
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Ok surprise ... & for TWST ...
JADE LEECH
I know a surprise of 3. this one is gonna be quick.
He's not mean, just a bit sadistic, but he has a huge interest in you.
probably wants to munch on you.
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I hope you likey!!!! I added another cus I'm super indecisive and I don't like choosing.
hi everyone, i apologize for any late / delayed responses ! my dog was hurt very badly and now he is unable to walk or eat properly, so i am taking care of him. i apologize if any works and responses come late!!
lohen can't communicate | lohen x reader | SFW | full oneshot
synopsis:
There wasn’t much that Lohen couldn’t handle in his daily work.
Take a letter to the Honorary Knight? Sure. Train the rookies in hand-to-hand combat? Bring it on. Face down the Wild Hunt in Nod-Krai? They’d better hope they didn’t land in his sights.
Talk to the cute librarian girl that had been running through his mind for the past week like its free real estate?
Pft. Talk about easy. No problemo. Certainly not a difficult task at all.
OR: Turns out talking to pretty girls is a whole lot harder than battling the fatui.
themes:
developing relationship, fluff, attempt at humor, assistant-librarian!reader, reader has a vision, awkward flirting, mild sexual joke(s), one-sided attraction to eventual requited attraction, light discussion of names, bonding, (appropriate!!!) touching le gasp
characters:
lohen, female!reader-insert, varka, lisa
word count:
5.3k | ao3 ver
Lohen was, in many respects, a master of combat. His prowess with the lance could not be debated, lest one wanted to find themselves staring down the mist-shrouded tip of his spear. While he was exceedingly strong, he also harbored a skillset that was incredibly flexible; allowing him to impart on missions of espionage, intel-gathering, and enemy supply chain disruptions with practiced ease.
There wasn’t much that Lohen couldn’t handle in his daily work. Take a letter to the Honorary Knight? Sure. Train the rookies in hand-to-hand combat? Bring it on. Face down the Wild Hunt in Nod-Krai? They’d better hope they didn’t land in his sights.
Talk to the cute librarian girl that had been running through his mind for the past week like its free real estate?
Pft. Talk about easy. No problemo. Certainly not a difficult task at all.
“Hello, Vice Captain,” you said, your eyes trained on his without a shred of hesitation. “Can I help you find something?”
“Find something?” he replied, blinking. Then, with a start, “Oh, you mean, like…like a book, right?”
You blinked. “Er, yes. This is a library, so…”
He heard the lilting of Lisa’s laughter behind him, but when he whipped around to glare at her, she casually strode out of earshot. Her heels clicked into the upper floor, punctuating Lohen’s excruciatingly long, stifling silence.
His plan had been simple: walk into the library and just talk to you. He figured the rest would come naturally, like how his instincts took hold of him in the middle of a fight, telling him how to move, and when to do it. Lohen was not a coward, and he wasn’t scared of you, so talking to you should have been easy. Light work. As simple as breathing.
Still, he was fumbling.
“A book,” he said, one corner of his mouth curling up in an awkward smile. “I mean, I don’t…I don’t really read, so…I dunno.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck—why was that the best he could manage? Why did he sound like such a bumbling idiot?
Your expression turned grave. Clutching your book to your chest, you said, “Please don’t tell me you’re here to pull a prank on me. Or to poison me. Or whatever else it is that you torment the others with.”
“What?” he asked, wincing. “No, I’m not here for that. Trust me—if I wanted to poison you, you’d be vomiting your guts out in medical by now!”
He laughed, but you didn’t. Perhaps he had stuck his foot in his mouth with that one, because you withdrew even further into yourself, your jaw unhinged. Your eyes were flicking between him and the staircase, like you were trying to find a route for escape.
While he kinda didn’t mind that, it definitely wasn’t his intention. Snapping his cackling maw shut, he felt his throat squeeze.
“A book,” he sputtered. “I’m here for a book.”
“O…kay…” you replied slowly. “Um…what kind of book…?”
(Think, Lohen, think. You haven’t read anything since your parents forced those fairytale books on you when you were a kid. If you go saying something like ‘The Belle and the Behemoth’, she’ll laugh at you. That wouldn’t be cool at all, so think, goddammit, think. Something cool!)
“Sex,” he blurted. “A book about sex. ‘Cause I’m, like…the sex master. Yeah.”
You looked embarrassed. “I’m…afraid we don't have any books like that here, Vice Captain…”
“Oh.” He crossed his arms over his chest, pensive. What else was he a self-proclaimed master of? “Murder?”
“Are you referring to murder mystery novels?”
“Huh? No, like, a book on murder. As in, how to do it. Preferably detailing various methods.”
You winced. “We don’t have books like that either…”
“What?” he replied, one eye twitching. “How boring. What the hell do you guys even have, then?”
“Um, normal books?” You flipped the book in your grasp around, showing him the title. “For example, this is a fictional novel titled Fate’s Glimmer. It's the long-awaited series of an Inazuman author who’s been quite popular in Mondstat as of late. It’s new, so I ordered it to be expressly delivered from Yae Publishing House, and I—. Um.”
You hesitated, your eyes falling to your desk. Repeatedly, you tapped your thumbs together over your bridged hands.
“Sorry, I’m oversharing. And we honestly have more nonfiction than fiction, so…I probably should have started with that.”
Halfway through your ramble, Lohen’s heart had started to act up. It was pounding like it did when he was on the battlefield, cutting down foe after foe with each swing of his lance—not like he was attempting to communicate with a pretty girl in the Mondstat Library. Why did he feel such strain? Furthermore, why did that strain come with such joy?
He turned away from you, a light touch of warmth settling across his face. He lifted a finger, pointing at the book in your hands. “Do you…have any other copies of that one?”
“Of…of Fate’s Glimmer? You…want to read it?”
He chanced a glance back your way, but he really shouldn’t have. You were beaming from ear-to-ear, your teeth poking through your radiant smile, and with your big, shimmering eyes, you said, “I actually ordered two copies! Just in case anyone else wanted to read it at the same time as me! It’s really good, I swear!”
He was having palpitations. Stammering through his sentence, he replied, “U-um, I, uh, yeah! Yeah, I…definitely wanna read that. Fate’s Shimmer…or whatever it is.”
“Glimmer,” you corrected him, still smiling. “Here, I’ll check out a copy for you right now. Do you have your Knights’ ID on you?”
“Uh, yeah. Here.”
The way your fingers brushed his sent a chill down his spine. Odd, considering that he was rarely susceptible to the cold.
“Here you are, Vice Captain,” you said, holding out a thick book between both hands. “You’ll have to swing by from time to time and let me know what you think of it.”
Swing by from time to time? Wait, did that mean you wanted to see him again? Wait—that meant you were totally into him, weren’t you?
“Heh.” Lohen cracked a grin. “Guess I’ll come by again later, then. Since you asked, and all.”
“That would be wonderful! I’m so curious to hear your thoughts on Act One…there’s such a massive cliffhanger at the end of it! Ah, but I won’t spoil anything.” You smiled, your long lashes fluttering over your bright eyes. Ever so cutely, you said, “Come back soon, won’t you, Vice Captain?”
Lohen was deceased where he stood.
Another routine patrol in Windrise had somehow led him straight into you—and the pack of hilichurls encroaching upon you.
You yelped as you scrambled backwards across the grassy field, your novel splitting open beside you. There was fear in those eyes of yours, which took in the horde before you like they were harbingers of doom. The vision on your hip glinted in the sunlight, but for some reason, you were far too petrified to make use of your only weapon. Ordinarily, a sight like yours would have annoyed Lohen more than anything—what a weak woman—but something about the situation felt just right.
With a chuckle, he crossed the field, brandishing his lance before him. One stroke annihilated the hilichurl in front of you. The second struck the two flanking the first. And on the last stroke, hilichurl blood sprayed into the void, both archers befelled by a single strike. Such easy, light work, yet you weren’t even capable of it. Surely you’d look upon him with admiration, as the valiant knight who came to your rescue.
“Good thing I got here before things took a turn for the worse!” he chirped, pushing his hair back with a rake of his hand. “Not that I would have minded getting the chance to see you beg and plead for your life.”
You gawked at him, your eyes wide. He blinked, his chuckles dying in the wind.
“What?” he asked. “It’s not an insult. I mean…you’d probably look good doing it.”
His face burned, but your silence persisted. You had the same look in your eyes that you had worn when the hilichurls ambushed you, but this time, it was directed at him. Lohen watched as you scrambled further backwards, your dress skirts dragging along the grass beneath you.
“I-I’m not a strong person, you know?!” you squeaked. “Even if you try threatening me…I doubt I could give you the kind of fight you’d enjoy!”
“Wh—? I’m not threatening you! I’m giving you a compliment!”
“Please!” you wailed, your hands pressed to your head, tucking your face towards your knees. “I just wanted to read in peace!”
“What are you getting all freaked out for?” Lohen scoffed. “The hilichurls are dead! Now you can read Fate’s Shimmer all you want.”
“Glimmer!”
“Er, yeah. That.” He lifted his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing awkwardly. “Jeez…would it calm you down if I told you I read the first couple of chapters?”
Immediately, your head sprung up from your hiked knees. Your eyes were wide, and in only a second, it was as though you had no recollection of the panicked state you were in before. You scooped your book out of the grass, smiling from ear to ear, and patted the space beside you.
He looked from your hand to your face repeatedly. Jubilant, you said, “Sit down, then! I want to hear what you think about it so far.”
“Wh…huh?” He pressed his pointer finger to his chest. “You want me…to sit with you?” His eyes flicked upwards. “Under this…giant tree? With…with all the crystalflies floating around and everything?”
“Why, it’s the best place to sit in all of Mondstat. It’s perfect for reading—and for discussions about what we’ve read.”
The way you smiled was wrapping his throat tighter than the choker around his neck. He pulled at it a bit, and blamed the heat bathing his cheeks on the blazing sun overhead. Perhaps in response to his desperation, he was blessed by an incoming bout of pure anemo.
Dandelion spores washed through the air. They danced along the wind, and as they floated around your face, surrounding you like a feathery halo, you grinned with your teeth and laughed.
His heart was doing that irrational pounding again. Like he hadn’t just fought some low-level churls. Like he was in Nod-Krai, fighting with Varka and the others, half-conscious and two wrong steps away from death.
A spore flew into Lohen’s nose.
“Achoo!”
His shoulders jerked with his sneeze. He sniffled, rubbing his finger under his dripping nose, and you ever so sweetly said, “Bless you.”
He was suffocating and suffering cardiovascular collapse at the same time. Ironically, it felt kinda good.
“Come on,” you said, your hand still extended beside you. “Sit with me, won’t you, Vice Captain?”
He swallowed.
“Just call me Lohen.”
He wasn’t expecting to come across you in Varka’s office of all places.
“—please?” you were saying when Lohen opened the door. “I really want to see the flora for myself! It would help me visualize it so much better!”
Varka was grimacing. When he and Lohen met eyes, the Grand Master perked up and lifted a hand in greeting.
“Hey, Lohen!” he exclaimed. “You actually came like I asked you to! Good job, sport!”
Lohen rolled his eyes, but he was more focused on you than Varka. You were wringing your hands together, your shoulders rife with tension. Just like always, you had that thick novel of yours at your hip.
“Sorry,” you said. “I know you’re busy, Varka. It’s a silly request anyway, so I’ll just go.”
“Wait,” Lohen said, turning to track you as you made for the door. “Library girl. What were you two talking about?”
He didn’t really care that you had made a request of Varka and not of him, but he still wanted to know. For some reason.
“Oh, I…” You looked back at Varka, then at Lohen. Shaking your head, you said, “Don’t worry about it, Vice Captain. It sounds like you two have a pre-arranged meeting, so…I won’t interrupt you.”
“The meeting can wait,” Lohen said, following you out the door (which prompted a loud “Hey!” from Varka). “And didn’t I tell you to just call me Lohen?”
“You…did,” you mumbled. “Sorry, I’m just not used to it. I never really call anyone by name.”
His brows furrowed. “But you just called the Grand Master ‘Varka’.”
“Um. Yes.”
You continued pacing towards the library, and blatantly on the pursuit, Lohen followed you. As you both crossed the headquarter’s main foyer, one behind the other, Lohen could feel the stares and hear the whispers.
“Should we help her…?” someone mumbled.
Ignoring them, Lohen asked, “Why are you running away from me?”
“I’m not,” you said, but the way your shoulders were up by your ears as your heels played staccato beats across the floor told a different story. “I’m just getting back to work.”
Lohen’s eyes narrowed. His gaze fell to your swinging arms, and when you tried to escape behind a bookcase, he grabbed your wrist.
You stopped suddenly, turning to look at him with wide eyes. His hand burned around your wrist, like you were possessed by the power of pyro. Quickly, he released you.
“...Sorry,” he said. “Seriously, though, what were you trying to say back there? Something about flora?”
“It’s silly,” you replied quickly. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t want to bug you with something like this, Vice Captain—.”
“Lohen.”
“...Lohen.”
It fell from your lips, soft. It tickled the rims of his ears. You glanced up at him, rubbing your arm.
“It’s really childish,” you said. “And it would be a waste of the Knights of Favonius’s resources. I only asked Varka because I knew he wouldn’t laugh at me.”
“I’m not gonna laugh at you.”
Hesitation was written clearly across your face. After a beat, you visibly swallowed.
“I…want to go to Dragonspine,” you explained to him. “I’ve gotten to Act Two of Fate’s Glimmer, and it takes place in a snowy region similar to it. There’s some descriptive bits of ecology that I can’t quite picture, so I was hoping that if I went and saw it…I would be a little more immersed.”
Your voice fell to a mumble by the end of your sentence. Lohen raised an eyebrow.
“You went to the Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius…because you wanted to see flowers in Dragonspine?”
You buried your face in your palms. “This is why I didn’t want to tell you, Vice Captain.”
“Stop calling me that,” he groaned. “And I’m not laughing at you, am I? I’m just trying to figure out where Varka fits into this.” He paused. “You…seeing him or something?”
“Huh?” You looked up from your hands with a wince. “No, no—what? Varka’s practically like a father to me. Or…maybe an older brother. I’ve known him for a long time, that's all.”
“Oh. I see.” Lohen crossed his arms. “So…flowers in Dragonspine. You couldn’t even fight to save your life back in Windrise. Don’t think much would change over some flowers.”
“That’s why I was asking Varka,” you mumbled. “But he’s really busy. So is Lisa. And I don’t know the other knights well enough to have the courage to ask…”
“I’ll go with you.”
Silence fell between you both. The longer you stared at him, the hotter Lohen’s face became.
“What, you don’t want me to?” he asked. “‘Cause I’m a busy guy and all, so—.”
“No, no!” You held your hands out, taking a step towards him. Your eyes held fast to his as you said, “I’m just…really happy that you would offer.”
Someone really needed to open a window in the library or something, because all of a sudden it was stifling. Awkwardly, Lohen laughed and threw his gaze to the books that encased you.
“I just think it would be interesting,” he chattered. “Seeing you running around in the snow. Getting chased by monsters, I mean. Probably even begging me to help you…haha…”
Slowly, he pressed his palm to his smoldering face. The image of you running from a cryo abyss mage with your book clutched to your chest, wailing for him to save you, was a bit more enticing than he had thought it would be.
“…I’m so determined to go that I’ll choose to ignore that. When are you free?”
“When do you want to go?” he said, to the books.
“How does tomorrow sound?”
“Lohen—tomorrow I want you to lead the training exercises for the rookies in the 7th Company—.”
“Tomorrow sounds great,” he said, waving the echo of Varka’s voice from his mind. “Yep. I’m totally free.”
“R-really?” You were smiling again, wrecking his heart again. “Then…let’s go! It’ll be great for you too, so that when you get to Act Two, you’ll know exactly what the flowers look like.”
Staring into your eyes, he mumbled, “Yeah…I bet they’re pretty.”
“Me too!”
Snapping out of his deluge, Lohen stood upright again. Taking stilted steps to face away from you, he rather stiffly said, “Meet me here at nine, then. Don’t be late, or I’ll set a trap for you at every step of the way in Dragonspine. And trust me—you wouldn’t like that!”
“I’ll be here,” you replied, your voice warm. “Thank you again, Vice—...Lohen.” You laughed. “Thanks, Lohen.”
With his ears burning hot, he gave you a curt nod.
You stood in a field of tiny blue flowers, and with your hands cupped around a cluster of luminescent bulbs, you said, “They’re beautiful.”
Lohen stared after your back, watching the sway of your hair in the frigid winds. You turned to face him with a smile hotter than crimson agate, warming straight through his core when you asked, “Don’t you think so, Lohen?”
“...Yeah,” he said, his eyes flicking away from yours. “Really beautiful.”
“I can see how this would have laid such a romantic scene for the main characters. As gelid as these winds are, and as withered as the trees appear to be…there are still intimate spots of beauty like this.” You grinned. “It’s fascinating, isn’t it?”
“Mhm. Something like that.”
You laughed, kneeling down to observe the flowers. The fact that such a simple, boring thing could bring so much joy to your face was oddly…humbling. He struggled to understand whether you acted this way because of your weakness, or if finding pleasure in the banal was instead your strength.
Wooo…
An increasingly cold wind swept by, and by the sound of its pitch, Lohen could sense danger on the horizon. Immediately on high alert, he brandished his lance, his eyes navigating the thickening snow for the source of the threat.
“Library girl,” he said. “Get up.”
“Huh? Is something wrong—?”
“Oh shit,” he said, his eyes widening. “Run, run, run!”
As he tackled into you, hooking his arm under yours to pull you along, you let out a surprised yelp. The thickening snow was approaching faster, and by the timbre of the wind accompanying it, he could tell that a wave of white-out was about to occur. This far into the mountains with you, he didn’t have the luxury to enjoy battling the stinging cold and burying himself out of avalanches with his bare hands. Not when you were involved.
He practically dragged you into a nearby cave, lurching into a dark and cavernous space that was just big enough for the two of you. You stumbled onto your hands and knees when he stopped, your back heaving up and down with air-starved breaths.
“You…! You run really fast…!”
He winced. “Er. Sorry?”
“It’s…it’s okay.” You rolled over into a sitting position, sighing. “Though I can’t lie…I nearly had a heart attack when you told me to run. It’s not like you to sound so scared about something.”
Scared? He hadn’t felt anything similar to fear in a long time. He just didn’t like the thought of losing you in the middle of a snowstorm, you with your vision, which was practically just an accessory for you. A pretty one that complimented your skin, but still.
With a grunt, Lohen lowered himself to the ground beside you. Outside the hollow of the cave, the snow piled faster than torrential rain. As he watched it fall, he propped his chin in his hand. Taking a glance at you, he said, “We’ll just have to lay low for a while. Once the blizzard passes, we’ll head for the foot of the mountain.”
You nodded. Content with that, Lohen turned his focus to the mouth of the cave once more.
And then it was quiet. Just you and him, sitting beside each other in the snug little cave, silent. As time stretched on, a gnawing feeling ate away at him like a munching caterpillar. He drummed his fingers against his knee, tried to focus on the petrous patterns of the walls. Anything to distract himself.
“...Phoo,” you breathed all of a sudden.
Lohen turned, and as soon as he took you in, his eyes widened. Your body was trembling as you wrapped your arms around your legs, your teeth chattering audibly against the hollow walls of the cave. He glanced at the snowstorm outside, then back at you, and acutely realized that you did not possess his nigh-invincible level of immunity to the cold.
Quietly, he slipped his coat off his shoulders, taking his cape alongside it. Quieter still, he dumped it into your lap. When you looked up at him, he tried not to return your gaze, lest the flames in his cheeks decide to smolder any hotter.
He heard the rustle of fabric. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched you lay his coat over top of yourself.
“Thank you,” you murmured.
He turned his head even further, smirking at the wall. “No big deal.”
“How are you so unfazed by this? It’s f-freezing.”
“Uh, cryo vision, remember?”
“W-well yes, but still.” You shuddered, letting a breath out with it. “I have a vision, but…it doesn’t make me any less sensitive to my element.”
“Probably ‘cause you never even use it,” Lohen drawled. Turned away from you like this, it was a bit easier to talk to you. “Got blessed by the Gods and you spend all your time reading novels. Isn’t that boring?”
“Hm…let me ask you the same question, then. You spend all your time playing tricks on your colleagues and eliminating the enemy, yes? Don’t you find it boring to not have…well…a real hobby?”
“Huh? Those are totally real hobbies, though.”
“I’m quite sure if we went around asking the other knights what their hobbies are,” you laughed, “they would not include poisonings and murder. Aside from that, what do you like to do, Lohen?”
He tapped his finger against his cheek repeatedly, frowning at the wall. If you took away his tasteful pranks and his insatiable bloodlust, then he was left with…
“Well,” he stammered. “Uh. I guess…I did read a bit of that book. So reading?”
“As happy as I am that you’ve made progress, I think it’s a bit early to label that as a hobby.”
His brows furrowed. “What do you even consider a hobby?”
“Something you do for fun. But, it’s also something you can do with others. Safely.”
“I always see you reading by yourself, though.”
You let out a close-lipped laugh. He heard you shuffling, then felt the warmth of your arm against his. Quickly, his head snapped to yours, and with your arms poking out through the gaps of his coat, thick novel bound to both hands, you asked, “Why don’t we read together, then?”
“Wait. Slow down.”
A laugh. “You can’t handle this?”
“Fuck no. Just slow down.”
Lohen’s brows were furrowed, his eyes struggling to absorb the text as fast as yours were. You laughed when you reversed the page, bringing him back to the sentence he was at before your rude interruption. He lifted his finger to the paper, mumbling the words under his breath as he searched for the right paragraph.
“...Ah,” he said. “That one.”
“Oh, that’s when the heroine meets the male lead. You like that part?”
“Well. Kinda.” Lohen shrugged. “He’s, like, a super cool war general, right? Stronger than a thousand troops.”
Your smile curled further upwards. “He is. I suppose he does sound like your kind of character.”
“...What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing,” you answered. “Just that, well. You’re an incredibly strong man yourself. In a way, you remind me of him.”
“...Oh, yeah? What kinda way?”
You blinked, and ever so quickly, snapped your head away from his. Stammering, you said, “N-nevermind.”
“Huh?” Lohen raised an eyebrow. “Wait…are you embarrassed?”
“No,” you said stiffly.
He smirked. “Looks like you’re embarrassed to me. You thinking something weird about me, library girl?”
“N-no,” you repeated, shaking your head. “And please stop calling me library girl.”
“But you never told me your name, library girl.”
“Ugh, I…” You brought a hand to your head, rubbing it furiously. “It’s because it’s embarrassing. Actually, you know what? Just keep calling me library girl.”
“Well, now I really wanna know.” He pressed closer to you, his shoulder touching yours. “What’s your name?”
“Library girl,” you mumbled.
“As far as I can tell, this snowstorm isn’t stopping any time soon. You really think you can get away with keeping your little secret until it stops?”
“I can try.”
“I doubt you’ll be very successful.”
Your eyes flicked to his. He froze where he sat, realizing just how close your faces had become. This close to you, he could count each and every one of those pretty eyelashes you had, take note of the exact millimeter measurements of your round pupils.
You looked conflicted about it, but after a brief pause, you acceded to his request.
“It’s not the name I go by,” you said in a mumble. “It just happens to be my Mondstatian one. My parents believed in Barbatos’s principle of giving children the freedom to name themselves…so I was hardly old enough to speak when I picked it.”
“Hm. Sounds like a bad idea.”
“It really was. Because I was so young, I decided I wanted to be called…”
You said it, but it was in such a low mutter that he had to crane his ear closer. Brows furrowed, he said, “Huh?”
“B…” You were sheepish. “Bun…ny.”
Lohen’s eyes widened.
“You’re fucking with me.”
“This is why I don’t tell anyone—.”
“You went and named yourself ‘Bunny’?” he asked, snorting. “You mean you have to sign that on your papers and everything every time you want to travel? Stamp all your official letters with it? That’s hilarious!”
“I know!” you complained, your brows furrowed. “You don’t have to remind me!”
“Sorry, that’s just…!” He leaned his head back, laughing. “It’s just so ridiculous! I can’t believe anyone would let their kid name themselves that!”
You let out a groan, plopping your face into your palms. Glaring at the mouth of the cave, you growled, “Why did I even tell you?”
Lohen’s laughs slowed down, and with a swipe of his finger under his eyes, he brought his amused tears away. Observing your frustrated expression with a smile, he scoffed through his nose.
“Oh, don’t be so embarrassed about it. Everyone I know loves bunnies! Especially me.”
You shot him a look, then shuffled a touch away from him. When he realized how honestly he had spoken, his cheeks flared with warmth.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” he said, the corner of his grin twitching. “Don’t look at me like I’m a weirdo.”
You shuffled even further. Obstinately, he shuffled right back next to you.
“I thought you were cold,” he said.
“I’m very much warm now, thank you.”
“Then can I have my coat back?”
“...No.”
You didn’t move away from him this time. That fact alone gave him goosebumps—and also went straight to his head.
“Aren’t I warm?” he murmured, ignoring the flames that erupted in his face because of it. “Huh, Bunny?”
You went ramrod stiff. He adored that.
“Bunny,” he drawled. “Silence isn’t exactly an answer, you know?”
“Wh-what is wrong with you?” you asked. “Is this…your way of messing with me?”
“Huh. Well, I guess it’s one of the only ways I can. You’d probably die of a heart attack if I tried anything else. You know, just like how bunnies fall over at any and everything.”
“I wish I never told you,” you said, your eyes pressed closed. “I really wish I never did.”
“Definitely going to use it to mess with you from now on.”
“I can see that.”
He snorted. “Guess some things are better kept a secret, huh?”
You paused. Turning those eyes of yours onto his, the ones that he’d study forever if you’d let him, you softly said, “No, it’s only fair. It’s easier to communicate when I know your name and you know mine.”
Easier to communicate, huh?
He had only just realized it, but he was cracking jokes and talking to you like normal now. Was this sense of closeness brought on by Dragonspine, which forced even the most seasoned of adventurers to form alliances to weather its storms? Was it a fleeting moment of warmth, a kindle of flame that would extinguish underneath the thick blanket of snow as soon as you parted ways? What was this feeling in his chest that plucked his heart strings, that made him feel nothing but a hollow ache when he thought of leaving you?
“...Are you scared?”
Your voice cut through the silence. You lifted a hand, hesitated, then slowly placed it over top of his.
“Wh…what,” he sputtered, his arm stiffening, “are you doing? I’m not fucking scared. I’m the Vice Captain of the 5th Company, remember? I’m practically stronger than a whole platoon.”
“This part of you reminds me of the character in the novel,” you murmured. Your hand rubbed the back of his, wringing a strangled noise from his throat. “When confronted with fear…challenged by an invisible threat that you can’t wrap your hands around…you try to flee. You’re not very honest with yourself, are you, Lohen?”
Your hand was on his. This was what he wanted, wasn’t it? For you to touch him and talk to him like you were his? Why did he feel so bittersweet about how it was proceeding?
He blurted his thoughts as they occurred. “I’m embarrassed as shit. I was hoping this would be…that I’d be cooler. But I think I’m gonna have a stroke if you keep touching me.”
“Aren’t I warm, though?” you crooned back, your mockery setting him ablaze. “Huh, Lohen?”
“Fuck,” he stammered, pressing his palm to his face. “You’re as much of a little shit as I am.”
You laughed. “That’s a good thing then, isn’t it? Maybe you and I aren’t so different after all.”
Your fingers curled through the gaps of his. His shoulders jumped, but you squeezed hard.
“Thanks for taking me to Dragonspine,” you said. “It was very kind of you.”
He had no words. All Lohen could manage was a stilted nod of his head.
“Want to read some more?” you asked. “You turn the pages this time?”
“...Sure,” he mumbled.
You brought the novel back, flipping it open and bracing it halfway on your leg, halfway on his. With your hands still joined, you used your left to manipulate the pages, and with Lohen’s right, he smoothed the bunny ear in the paper back into place.
The snow outside fell soft now, the blizzard having ended long ago. Still remaining side by side in the intimacy of that bountiful cave, you continued to enjoy each other’s company as though you had all the time in the world.
For the first time in a long time, Lohen didn’t mind taking things slow and easy. Not when it was something he could enjoy with you.
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match-up trade with @kisschuyu -> bungou stray dogs
i've been doing more complicated matches a lot recently, so it was fun to write a classic match. anyway, after reading your info, i didn't want to write this as i didn't want to put you in bsd, you deserve to be in a sweet slice of life anime. 😭
i'm matching you with જ⁀➴ ♡ sakunosuke oda !
even though he works for the mafia, oda is, in my opinion, a genuinely good person. (everyone has flaws, okay? working for the mafia is like... a flaw. but it's just one ☝🏻.) oda is kind, not judgemental, he acts appropriately and loves kids, similar to you! he's logical and calm, he'd be able to see the gem inside of you and treat you well... i think. (you can never be sure with people in the mafia i guess... oh well.)
you met for the first time through the children he adopted, five little kids playing in the street together. you were going about your day when you saw them, and wanted to watch them have fun. the kids then started talking to you, and invited you to play with them. they didn't get to meet many people, especially an openly affectionate adult like you, who seemed to understand them extremely well.
what they didn't know was you were an elementary school teacher, and loved your job. when you learned that they were orphans, but a kind gentleman had taken them in, you wanted to help. when you met oda for the first time, he was skeptical and didn't want to get you involved, but a teacher would be very good for the kids. so it was decided.
you grew closer in time. oda was always polite and helpful, and you could see he tried to understand people in general. you really liked him, so you called him regularly, you brought cakes and cookies you baked yourself for him and the kids, you tried to help the best you could.
oda grew fonder of you by the day, too. you were so... so full of love and sweetness. he knew that in theory, people like that existed. him coming across one and even becoming friends though? as a member of the port mafia? as someone whose hands were dirty? he hadn't... really expected so. he didn't refuse the steps you took to progress the relationship though, he really liked you, and as long as he kept you away from the underworld, and never let anyone find out, it would be fine... right?
you definitely talk more than him, he's more of a listener. you enjoy each other's company though. one day, when you prodded about his dreams or passions, after you'd gotten close enough for it, he told you he wanted to become a novelist, and that you intrigued him, so he wanted to understand you better.
he would definitely tell you about his job in the mafia, and his past, if you were to pursue a romantic relationship. i think he wouldn't initiate it, because he wouldn't want to get you involved with himself further, but he would be able to realise that you wanted something more, and you felt something more, even if you didn't tell him. so he would feel obligated to tell you.
and then he'd be surprised that you don't care lol. you're extremely understanding and non-judgemental when he tells you, and not afraid of him at all. you even think he's amazing for refusing to kill even though he's in the mafia?? you do understand the "in the mafia" part, right? ... oookayyy. then he guesses that there are no other obstancles in the way of your relationship? ... what?
give him a moment, his brain is giving 404 error lol.
you definitely sing to the kids, and he secretly enjoys listening as well. you play instruments with them too, they look up to you so they want to learn as well. and, they would be so happy to know that you two got together, they already see you as a mother figure! oda would get to have some normalcy in his life with you; helping you bake sometimes, playing chess for fun, talking about your songs and his books (you force it out of him haha)... he genuinely looks forward to seeing you everyday, and that should be a good thing... right?
also he would be very protective, in my opinion. oda is calm and kind, but when he gets angry, he's definitely extremely dangerous. despite having a reputation for not killing in the mafia, he's still respected. plus, his ability makes it much easier to avoid sudden disasters as well. he would keep you secret and away from the underworld, but if someone happened to find out with an intention to harm you, or tried to harm you for unrelated reasons to him, they would be done for.
i think oda's friends (dazai and ango) would learn of you fairly early on, and somehow get to meet you (through trickery and unethical means, against oda's free will). so they would be there to help oda in an emergency situation like that as well.
you would be honest and reassuring, i think he would feel less guilty about dating you with time because you'd make sure to let him know that you don't care and this was your choice. in the end, you both mean well and try your best to be better, so i think it would work out well.
HOW CUTE!!! oda is such a sweetie im very happy to be paired with him! thank you so much for doing this with me!! and also dw LOL hopefully if i stay as a civilian i wont get killed in the bsdverse 🩷
i really enjoyed reading this (*´ω｀*) the while meet cue is literally perfect aswell since i love kids and oda takes care of them !!! this is literally so cute i love this so much, thank you lovely!!! ( ◜‿◝ )♡
match-up trade with @kisschuyu -> bungou stray dogs
i've been doing more complicated matches a lot recently, so it was fun to write a classic match. anyway, after reading your info, i didn't want to write this as i didn't want to put you in bsd, you deserve to be in a sweet slice of life anime. 😭
i'm matching you with જ⁀➴ ♡ sakunosuke oda !
even though he works for the mafia, oda is, in my opinion, a genuinely good person. (everyone has flaws, okay? working for the mafia is like... a flaw. but it's just one ☝🏻.) oda is kind, not judgemental, he acts appropriately and loves kids, similar to you! he's logical and calm, he'd be able to see the gem inside of you and treat you well... i think. (you can never be sure with people in the mafia i guess... oh well.)
you met for the first time through the children he adopted, five little kids playing in the street together. you were going about your day when you saw them, and wanted to watch them have fun. the kids then started talking to you, and invited you to play with them. they didn't get to meet many people, especially an openly affectionate adult like you, who seemed to understand them extremely well.
what they didn't know was you were an elementary school teacher, and loved your job. when you learned that they were orphans, but a kind gentleman had taken them in, you wanted to help. when you met oda for the first time, he was skeptical and didn't want to get you involved, but a teacher would be very good for the kids. so it was decided.
you grew closer in time. oda was always polite and helpful, and you could see he tried to understand people in general. you really liked him, so you called him regularly, you brought cakes and cookies you baked yourself for him and the kids, you tried to help the best you could.
oda grew fonder of you by the day, too. you were so... so full of love and sweetness. he knew that in theory, people like that existed. him coming across one and even becoming friends though? as a member of the port mafia? as someone whose hands were dirty? he hadn't... really expected so. he didn't refuse the steps you took to progress the relationship though, he really liked you, and as long as he kept you away from the underworld, and never let anyone find out, it would be fine... right?
you definitely talk more than him, he's more of a listener. you enjoy each other's company though. one day, when you prodded about his dreams or passions, after you'd gotten close enough for it, he told you he wanted to become a novelist, and that you intrigued him, so he wanted to understand you better.
he would definitely tell you about his job in the mafia, and his past, if you were to pursue a romantic relationship. i think he wouldn't initiate it, because he wouldn't want to get you involved with himself further, but he would be able to realise that you wanted something more, and you felt something more, even if you didn't tell him. so he would feel obligated to tell you.
and then he'd be surprised that you don't care lol. you're extremely understanding and non-judgemental when he tells you, and not afraid of him at all. you even think he's amazing for refusing to kill even though he's in the mafia?? you do understand the "in the mafia" part, right? ... oookayyy. then he guesses that there are no other obstancles in the way of your relationship? ... what?
give him a moment, his brain is giving 404 error lol.
you definitely sing to the kids, and he secretly enjoys listening as well. you play instruments with them too, they look up to you so they want to learn as well. and, they would be so happy to know that you two got together, they already see you as a mother figure! oda would get to have some normalcy in his life with you; helping you bake sometimes, playing chess for fun, talking about your songs and his books (you force it out of him haha)... he genuinely looks forward to seeing you everyday, and that should be a good thing... right?
also he would be very protective, in my opinion. oda is calm and kind, but when he gets angry, he's definitely extremely dangerous. despite having a reputation for not killing in the mafia, he's still respected. plus, his ability makes it much easier to avoid sudden disasters as well. he would keep you secret and away from the underworld, but if someone happened to find out with an intention to harm you, or tried to harm you for unrelated reasons to him, they would be done for.
i think oda's friends (dazai and ango) would learn of you fairly early on, and somehow get to meet you (through trickery and unethical means, against oda's free will). so they would be there to help oda in an emergency situation like that as well.
you would be honest and reassuring, i think he would feel less guilty about dating you with time because you'd make sure to let him know that you don't care and this was your choice. in the end, you both mean well and try your best to be better, so i think it would work out well.
even if we leave this earth / my heart will bloom again ︶︶ heavy serenade nmixx
@sideblogforoya ♡ matchup exchange
PROFILE ♡
- i think affiliation wise you could fit lots of things!! you're definitely smart enough to be a detective in the ADA, but if you wanted to be closer to your match you could also probably make it into the DOA aswell!
- iii personally think you would suit a role as a previous detective of the ADA. you can later on choose if youd rather stay as a civilian or join the doa!
- ability wise, i think yours would be related to your quiet, calm nature! i imagine something like louisa's ability (little women), however, i think it would work a little differently!
- its easy to miss you, if that makes sense? kind of like undetectabiltiy; you dont become invisible or anything, but your presence suddenly becomes smaller, and its almost impossible to spot you unless the person looking knows exactly who they're looking for. this ability can be activated when you work or just help you blend into crowds; i think your ability would help you survive and escape more then an ability that can physically protect you.
- unsure if you know this anime, but i imagine this ability to work kind of like kuroko's in kuroko no basket; you are still there and technically visible, just people tend to misplace you and not recognize your presence.
your match is... fyodor dostoevsky!
MEET CUE ♡˖
• your ability also catches fyodors eye; to others, it might seem like a useless ability, since you dont actually disappear.
• however, fyodor is quick to realize your potential, especially during your first meeting!
• imagining that you slip by him; fyodor, who is extremely observant and calculating, who always knows whats going on-
• and suddenly you tap on his shoulder from behind him at the library, asking him about the book hes standing infront of.
• that would catch his attention instantly.
• because your ability, he hadnt even noticed anyone snuck up on him. its a dangerous ability, being able to practically fade away from peoples perception, which is exactly why he's intrigued by you.
• he wouldn't do anything at first, maybe start a light conversation, but he is definitely learning everything about you and observing you later.
• remember, your ability doesnt make you actually invisible- just harder to perceive.
• he'd probably watch in real time how you're able to seamlessly blend into crowds or sneak by people without anyone blinking an eye; and now you've got his attention.
DATING ♡˖
- i think the scenario of you two confessing would be interesting. fyodor also isnt the type to confess first aswell. i think he would need to be sure of your feelings because otherwise it puts him in a vulnerable spot before courting you. when he does decide to, i think he would also be straightforward, like you, and outright say it.
- especially since he was only originally interested because of your ability; but now he finds that he geniunely cherishes you, so pursuing a relationship is a must.
- once you're in a relationship, i think your no-nonsense attitude fits fyodors perfectly! you guys are both very similar, but still have differing features that compliment eachother. for example, you're both solution-oriented rather than emotional, operating on logic, but you are still able to think for multiple povs where as fyodor... um. yeah!
- another thing i think works well between you guys is the way you go on anout courting; i dont think fyodor would be the type to have crushes aswell, but rather finds interest in you. the fact that you're both very straight to the point works out well, and you can communicate with eachother clearly.
- you both have similar hobbies aswell! intellectual and artistic based activies are something you share in common, and you both like to read.
- since your love language is quality time, i think you and fyodor would spend time simply basking in eachothers presence while you do different things, like reading or drawing while he is doing work.
- you both are also very introverted, quiet, people. your calm energy matches fyodors well, and i think he'd prefer someone who is quiet like you are.
- your intelligence in many fields also helps!! i think fyodor would need to be with someone who keeps him interested, via intellectual conversations. he needs to feel intellectually stimulated, and you both can communicate well with eachother since you're knowledgeable in many fields.
RELATIONSHIPS! ♡˖
DOA : i think they'd be like extremely confused and interested at the same time because 1. someone actually caught fyodors attention and 2. how come theyve never seen you around still?! your meeting with the rest of the doa would probably be very delayed because fyodor is a relatively private persons; he doesnt feel the need to share with his coworkers that he has a partner, though he may mention it every once in a while, he doesn't outright say your name. even when you visit the doa headquarters, because of your ability, you basically can just sneak right pass them.
i think nikolai in particular would be the first to notice you, just because of how DESPERATE he is to know about fedya's lover. like he is setting up traps and cameras to spot you (you can decide if it eventually works or you just introduce yourself like a normal person.) nikolai thinks your ability is kind of boring, considering he loves to be the center of attention, however the contrast between you two does make your ability much more easy to use, since hes already stealing the spotlight..
sigma would be interesting; hes also interested about fyodor's partner, but he'd be too shy and scared to ask. instead, he might sheepishly look for clues of your presence, but never push it too much. if you decide to introduce youeself, i think you'd get along well! sigma appreciates your level-headedness and calm demeanor, and he finds your ability interesting. though, he is very prone to falling for your ability, as hes quick to lose you once he looks away.
thank you for doing this matchup exchange with me, i hope you enjoyed! i apologize again for getting so busy and working on this so late, so i tried to write a little more to make up for it. i hope thats okay!!! thank you again for doing this with me! (*´ω｀*) i look forward to more possible works together with you!
Hi, I have a question are matchups exchange only, and if they’re currently open or closed? Also how many fandoms are allowed for 1 request? Thank you !
hi nonie! i apologize for answering so late, ive been very busy ( TT )
to answer your question, yes, my matchups are exchange only and currently open! as for a limit of fandoms per request, id say about 2 fandoms. but you're more than welcome to exchange again afterwards for another fandom/character! if you're interested, please dm me or send an ask! ^__^
i currently have 2 matchups pending!
currently, my main fandoms are genshin impact, twisted wonderland, ensemble stars and bungo stray dogs, but as long as i know the media i can do it so feel free to ask!! 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯
Thanks so much for doing this with me! I hope you have a wonderful day/afternoon/night! <3
== Twisted Wonderland ==>
I match you up with…
Silver Vanrouge
✦ Pre-relationship:
It’s not hard to miss Silver at first, but upon second look, he is impossible to ignore. His beauty stuns you from the first moment you meet him.
You want to get to know him, but… he has a somewhhat intimidating aura, and hangs around Malleus, Lilia, and Sebek, who can all contribute to the difficulty of meeting him, not to mention your shyness.
One day, you find him sleeping under a tree, surrounded by forest animals, and your heart melts at the sight. He’s almost like a princess!
He wakes up, startled at the sight of you, but before he can say anything, a bunny hops over towards you cautiously.
You crouch down and extend your hand towards it, and as it sniffs your fingers and you smile at it, Silver feels his heart beat a little quicker.
Suddenly, it seems like you are the princess!
Princess x princess dynamic here.
After that, Silver approaches you slowly, starting with greeting you with a nod when you pass, and working up until you two hang out together!
You two spend a lot of time talking about life, and he’s more than happy to join you in the kitchen when you’ve got something you want to make, or at your place to practice some music.
He loves to hear you sing, especially.
He’s a vigilant person, and so he will quickly pick up on your dislike for sudden loud noises, blood, and pain. His training as a retainer for Malleus kick in without thinking about it, and soon he’s shielding you from these situations when he can, and gently caring for you when he can’t.
He’s always watching out for his precious friend, and always ready to help whenever you ask.
In the same vein, he will make sure to help you physically and emotionally when needed. When you shut down, he’s reminding you that he’s there if you need him. When you have a bad day with chronic illnesses, he’s there to hold your hand and walk through it with kindness.
✦ Confession:
He doesn’t even realize he’s fallen in love with you until Lilia gently introduces the topic to him. Silver is so focused on becoming a good knight for Malleus and a good friend to you that the thought seemed almost heretical.
And yet…he can’t deny the way his heart hammers when he sees you in cute dresses, or the way he blushes when you turn your radiant smile towards him in thanks.
It takes him a while to accept his feelings, and even longer to come up with a plan of action for confessing to you.
One day, after the two of you were out in the school’s garden tending to some plants, SIlver tells you how he feels. He’s got dirt on his pants, his face is bright red, and he is undoubtedly nervous, but his eyes never leave yours, and his words are unshakably true.
✦ Relationship:
Although Silver isn’t exactly playful, he’s certainly much more silly and open around you. He doesn’t have to worry about the pressure of being a perfect knight, and so he shows you his forgetfulness and sleepiness in all its glory.
On a side note, he feels completely at ease when he falls asleep around you. Your caring nature and gentleness make him feel like he’s safe and sound, no matter where the two of you are.
If you thought he was attentive before, you’ll be blown away by his dedication to you while dating. Despite the fact that he can be a bit forgetful, he’s aware of what you need before you even need it. He can tell when you’d like help and when you’d like to be on your own, and he’s ready to provide whatever you need at a moment’s notice.
When he does forget things, you remind him with a laugh. He feels a bit embarrassed at first, but he knows you accept him wholeheatredly, and that makes him fall even more in love.
Silver knows that you bottle up your emotions, and he does struggle a bit with how to best help you. After a bit of trial and error, you two come up with a system of communication that makes you both feel heard and understood, even if you both can struggle to put your feelings into words.
Here, his logical thinking helps with knowing what you need, but you may need to encourage him to tap into his emotional side as well.
You two are straight out of a fairytale: a dashing couple whose strengths lie in honesty, kindness, and a profound love that is sure to make a wonderful story.
warning(s) -> fluff, sfw, semi proofread, lohen being a tease (but he doesn't really realize it), reposted from an old blog i deleted, flirty(?) lohen, shy reader, soft physical contact (hand holding, close proximity), gentle tension | wordcount. 842 | notes. teehee another repost from an old blog of mine because i loved this fic so much :3 art credits
lohen’s quiet closeness leaves you flustered, and when he gently holds your hand, your reactions only make him lean in even more.
lohen doesn’t mean to make you nervous.
he really doesn’t.
but there’s something about the way he stands close to you—just a little too close—that makes your thoughts tangle into knots. he’s not even doing anything obvious. he isn’t flirting, not in the way you’ve seen other people do. he doesn’t use smooth lines or exaggerated compliments.
he just looks at you.
and that’s somehow worse.
because when lohen looks at you, it’s steady and attentive, like you’re something worth studying carefully. like every small reaction you have matters.
and unfortunately for you, you react to everything.
you’re sitting beside him, trying to focus on the map spread across the table. the lantern light flickers gently, casting warm shadows across the wood. lohen leans over slightly to look at the same spot you’re pointing to.
you don’t notice at first.
until you realize how close he is.
his shoulder brushes yours, and you freeze immediately, your voice faltering mid-sentence.
“…s-so if we take this route-”
you lose your train of thought completely when you feel his breath near your ear. it’s not intentional—he’s just leaning in to see better—but your face heats instantly.
lohen glances at you.
“did you forget?” his voice is quiet, curious.
you shake your head quickly. “n-no, i just-” you turn your head but you soon realize how big of a mistake that is because now he’s even closer.
you can see the faint details of his expression—the calm focus in his eyes, the slight tilt of his head as he studies your face, his mole, everything.
yet he doesn’t move away. if anything, he leans just slightly closer, like he’s trying to figure something out.
“your face is red,” he murmurs.
you immediately look away. “it’s just warm in here.”
“is it?”
he glances around the room thoughtfully, then back at you. his hand moves without much thought, resting lightly against the table beside yours, effectively trapping you between him and the wood.
he doesn’t seem to realize what he’s doing.
but you definitely do.
your heart starts racing.
lohen leans in again, his voice softer now.
“you always do that.”
“d-do what?”
“get quiet when i’m close.”
your breath catches.
he’s still watching you, eyes gentle but intent, like he’s genuinely curious about your reaction.
“does it bother you?” he asks.
you open your mouth, then close it again. your brain feels completely scrambled. “i-it’s not… i mean…”
lohen shifts slightly.
his knee brushes yours under the table and you nearly jump.
he notices immediately, an apologetic look on his face. “sorry.”
but he doesn’t move away.
instead, he studies your expression again, like he’s trying to understand why such small contact affects you so much.
“you’re trembling,” he murmurs quietly.
you look down, embarrassed, realizing he’s right. your fingers are gripping the edge of the table, your shoulders tense.
lohen’s hand moves slowly, hesitantly—like he’s giving you time to pull away—before his fingers gently touch yours.
it’s a light touch, barely there, but your entire body reacts instantly. your breath hitches, and you freeze.
lohen goes still too, watching carefully.
“…you really are sensitive,” he says softly.
there’s no teasing in his voice, he’s just quietly observing you for any more of your reactions, and somehow that makes it worse.
you try to pull your hand back, but his fingers curl slightly around yours—not tight, just enough to keep the contact.
“is this okay?” he asks gently.
you nod quickly, even though your face is burning.
he relaxes slightly, his thumb brushing lightly across your knuckles. the movement is slow, absentminded, like he’s not even fully aware he’s doing it.
but you definitely are.
your heart feels like it’s trying to escape your chest.
lohen glances at you again, noticing your expression.
“you’re even redder now.”
you let out a small, embarrassed sound. “p-please don’t point it out…”
he tilts his head slightly, something soft appearing in his eyes.
“it’s cute.”
you freeze completely.
“w-what?”
he doesn’t seem embarrassed by the comment. if anything, he looks rather proud of himself for saying it.
“when you get flustered,” he continues quietly, his fingers still loosely holding yours, “your eyes move everywhere except at me.”
your breath catches as he leans slightly closer again.
“but when i say something unexpected…” his voice lowers just a little. “…you look right at me.” your eyes snap to his automatically. he notices and smiles softly. “like that.”
you don’t know what to do with the way your chest tightens.
lohen’s gaze softens further, his thumb still brushing slowly across your hand. the room feels smaller somehow, quieter, like the rest of the world faded away without you noticing.
he leans just slightly closer, stopping before it becomes too much.
“tell me if i’m making you uncomfortable,” he murmurs.
you shake your head quickly, even though your heart is racing.
lohen watches you for another moment. then, very gently, he squeezes your hand once.
a/n: fathers day drabble for diluc kind of bad and short but its okay ❤️
Diluc x Fem!Reader
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It was another slow Sunday for Diluc, normally he'd wake up before the sun rose to have enough time for a bit of everything. Admire you in the soft light, place a kiss on your forehed, dressing, washing up while he reads the morning paper, and by the time hes done the sun has risen and he's ready to start the day.
And then it all changed, you both welcomed a little boy. Who was a cuter, and fussier copy of Diluc. Since then his routine changed, he got a bit less disciplined. He'd get up later wake up in a rush when he heard any sort of sound, and he himself started to change.
He got softer, gained patience, and a new appreciation for his father.
He sat near the fire place holding the bundle of blankets while the snow gently fell outside the manor, his eyes lowering to the infant. Whose eyes were wide whilst wiggling further into the blankets, "is this how my father felt when I was a baby" he mumbled his fingers caressing the curly red tufts of hair on his head, "you've done nothing but disrupt my order and discipline, we give you the world and you cry. You have the blood of the Ragnvindrs in you and here you whine, for more food". He chuckled his gaze returning to the fire place.
Reminiscing when he'd play with his wooden toys while his father would read the newspaper, or read him a story. How he'd sneak him sweets when the maids told him no, always there after a nightmare. Even when he was gone, he made sure to make time for his children. He's spooked out of his thoughts when you pat his shoulder, "It's time for him to eat" you say softly. "I'll feed him"
"You look tired"
"I am, but I just wanna spend more time with him"
He wanted to spend every waking moment with his son, just like his own father had. He understood his fathers love and sacrifices, and finally understood the love of a father.
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He awoke only to see you, placing a tray of breakfast foods in front of him while holding the drooling heir to the winery. "Ah what's this about"
"it's fathers day Diluc, and you're a father now"
His eyes slightly widened, you were right. Usually he'd grumble at all the father and son duos at the tavern, and visit his fathers grave. But now the day had ands entirely different meaning, he is a father now. "You didn't have too, mothers are much more appreciated" he said taking the boy who now clung to him. "It's only fair, you're practically his mother now with how much time you're together" you giggle sitting beside him, "and I thought it'd be nice for your first fathers day".
"Thank you, I needed it"
It would be his last fathers day visting his dads' grave alone.
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kinda bad but a warm up for more things 2 come 😁👇 diluc is very 80s music coded to me idk why might write more for him.
warning(s) -> fluff, sfw, not proofread, lohen being a tease, angst if you squint hard enough, reposted from an old blog i deleted, worry and separation, emotional comfort | wordcount. 1.9k | notes. helloo!! i am here to bring lohen nation a lohen fic from an old blog hehe
after lohen’s month-long expedition stretches into weeks of silence, worry begins to weigh on you — until you unexpectedly run into him in mondstadt. relief turns into soft reunion, teasing, and quiet comfort as you finally have him back beside you.
lohen hasn’t been home for a long time.
his expedition in nod-krai was only supposed to last for one month, with his team being in charge of clearing out the wild hunt in two different areas of nod-krai.
you’ve been sending him letters nonstop ever since the supposedly one month stay for him got extended. you ask about his day, what he was doing, and whether or not he was safe.
out of the twenty letters you’ve sent him, only five of them got answered. you know how busy he is with the expedition and stuff, but you really only want to know whether or not he would be home soon.
you sigh, for the nth time today, and varka can only look at you in sympathy.
“you know how he is when he gets engaged in battle,” varka starts. “once he starts fighting, there’s nothing that can distract him. you’re lucky he even replied to your letters.” he takes a sip from his cup. “i once sent him about forty letters asking him to report back his current status of the mission, and he replied to one letter.”
you laugh at that. “really? only one out of forty letters?”
“yeah!” varka takes another chug from his drink. “can you imagine that? and instead of sending me a full detailed report, he sent me a one word letter. care to guess what it said?”
you shake your head, though you already know where this is going.
“he sent me an ‘okay’! can you believe that?!” varka complains, though his face shows a bit of relief seeing you smile again after a long day of moping around. “so, believe me when i tell you he’s okay. the lohen i know won’t fall because of some wild hunt monsters.”
you smile at varka. “thank you. that makes me feel better actually,” you stand up giving charles a few more to pay for your and varka’s drink. “this one’s on me. i’ll see you tomorrow?”
varka nods, already busy talking to venti.
you step out of the tavern, feeling the cold breeze pass by. usually, at this time, you and lohen would be walking around the city of mondstadt, talking about whatever comes to mind. that is one of your favorite parts about dating lohen. he’s someone who listens and doesn’t interrupt unless you ask him for his opinion.
walking only 10 steps, you bump into someone.
“oh- i’m so sorry-” you lift your head, and the sight in front of you almost made you fall to the ground.
lohen stands in front of you, his regular smirk on his face. “hey.”
you can only gape, the feeling of shock overtaking you that you can’t even say anything else.
“what? cat got your tongue?” lohen teases, lowering himself so that he’s face-to-face with you that you can feel his breath on your face. “did you not miss me or something? why are you only-”
you cut him off by wrapping your arms around his shoulders. lohen’s body stiffens but eventually relaxes into your arms. you don’t say anything for a few minutes, but lohen can tell what you’re trying to say in this hug.
what? when did you come back? why didn’t you say anything?!
you pull back just enough so you can see his face. “when- what?! why didn’t you- lohen!”
lohen laughs at you. genuinely laughing at your shocked expression. “what? i don’t quite understand what you’re saying here, y/n.”
you give him a smack on his chest. “why didn’t you tell me you were going to come back?! no, actually, why did it take you this long to come back? did something happen? were you hurt and didn’t want to come back because you were afraid of seeing me worry?”
“woah, okay, calm down there,” he pats your back gently. “it took my team a bit longer to clear the mission because more wild hunt monsters appeared in a different area of nod-krai. we can’t just leave them be now, right?”
“well you could’ve said that in your letters!” you huff, turning your head away. sure, you’re glad that lohen is back safe and sound, but you can only feel angry that he didn’t bother to write down anything, just a simple note saying why he’s staying longer than intended.
lohen can see you furrow of your brows and the small pout on your lips, and he sighs softly. his hand reaches out and catches your chin, turning your gently to face him. the teasing smirk on his face is gone, and is now replaced with a soft smile. “hey, i’m sorry, okay? i know it wasn’t good of me to not tell you about me staying longer in nod-krai, but you know how busy i am with my duties.”
“yeah, i know,” you mumble, playing with his coat. you don’t want to meet his eyes, because if you do, all you can think about is all the bad things you were thinking while he was away. all the thoughts about him falling in battle and you not being there for him. “i just- i was worried. i didn’t- i talked to varka about it and-” your voice cracked. “he said that it’s usual for you to not report back as much but i still can’t help but think about-” you take in a shaky breath. “whether or not you were safe or not.”
lohen pulls you into a hug again, letting you rest your head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat. “well, i’m here and i’m alive. you don’t have to think about all those things again, yeah?”
you nod, calming yourself down. once you do, you look up at lohen, a big smile appearing on your face. “does that mean you’re on holiday now? varka can’t send you on another mission right?”
“well, i don’t think the knights of favonius can ever have a holiday.” lohen says and he sees you deflate. “but, i can request for a holiday. pretty sure he’s going to give me one anyway knowing you depressed you were while i was gone.”
your smile drops. “excuse me? what? how- how did you know?!”
lohen gives you a teasing smile. “let’s see… varka’s letter also ended up in between letter fifteen you sent me and in there was a little section called ‘the y/n update’.”
“what?!”
“‘lohen, they’ve been moping in the bar since lunchtime. can you please come back?’” lohen holds back a laugh when he sees your face turning red from embarrassment. “‘lohen, i think y/n is officially losing it. i just saw her bringing out a doll replica of you to the bar and pretend that it’s you actually being here.’”
your mouth drops, not expecting varka to expose you like this. “can you stay here for a minute? i need to go to talk to varka right now.”
you were about to go back to the bar and give varka a piece of his mind, but lohen catches your wrist. “do that tomorrow, yeah? as much as i want to see you go off on him, i want to go back home and catch up with you.”
you can’t deny him like this. you’ve missed him for so long that all you want to do right now is snuggle him and talk about what you’ve been doing for the past month that he was gone.
“fine, but you cannot stop me tomorrow. i can’t believe he would do this to me!” you complain as lohen’s hand finds yours. “i specifically told him not to tell you about me being all sad and depressed because it’s embarrassing!"
“well, you know our captain. he can be a little bold at times.” lohen says, squeezing your hand gently.
you huff, still embarrassed, but you don’t pull your hand away. instead, you lace your fingers with his, grounding yourself in the warmth you’ve missed for so long. his hand is still calloused, still familiar, and the simple contact makes your chest feel lighter.
“i still can’t believe you read that,” you mumble.
“every single letter,” lohen replies casually.
you blink. “every- even the ones i sent…?”
“where you wrote three pages about how the sunset looked prettier when i’m around?” he tilts his head slightly, his smirk returning. “or the one where you tried to draw me and somehow made me look like a hilichurl?”
“that was one time!” you protest, face heating up.
lohen chuckles softly, the sound low and warm. “they were nice. i kept them all.”
your steps slow for a moment. “you… did?”
“of course.” his voice softens. “it gets quiet out there. colder than mondstadt, too. having something from you helped.”
your chest tightens at that. you hadn’t expected him to admit something like that so easily. lohen usually hides things like this behind teasing remarks and smug smiles.
“i’m glad,” you say quietly.
for a few seconds, the two of you walk in comfortable silence. the city lights glow softly around you, and the wind carries the distant sound of laughter from the tavern behind you. it feels normal again. like nothing ever changed.
except when you glance at him for the fourth time, you notice faint scratches on his cheek, barely healed. there’s also a small tear on the edge of his coat.
you stop walking.
lohen notices immediately. “what’s wrong?”
you reach up before he can react, gently brushing your fingers near the scratch on his cheek. “you’re hurt.”
“just a scratch,” he says, though he doesn’t pull away.
“still.” your brows knit together. “you should’ve told me.”
“if i told you every time i got a scratch, you’d never stop worrying.”
“…i already don’t,” you mumble.
lohen pauses.
then, more gently than before, he leans down slightly, resting his forehead against yours. “i know.”
the quiet moment stretches between you, warm despite the cold air.
“…you’re really here,” you whisper, almost like you still can’t believe it.
“i am,” he says softly.
you smile, and this time it feels easy.
“then let’s go home,” you say, tugging lightly on his hand.
lohen follows without hesitation.
the walk back feels shorter than usual, maybe because you’re too busy talking—telling him about the little things he missed. how venti tried to convince you to sing at the tavern, how amber dragged you out to watch the sunset one evening, how you ended up falling asleep at the library while waiting for one of his letters.
lohen listens to everything, just like he always does.
when you finally reach your door, you hesitate for a second before opening it. the familiar space feels warmer with him standing beside you.
lohen steps inside first, glancing around like he’s memorizing everything again. then he lets out a quiet sigh, shoulders relaxing in a way you haven’t seen since before he left.
“missed this,” he murmurs.
you close the door behind you.
“missed you,” you reply.
he turns toward you, and before you can say anything else, he pulls you into his arms again. this time, the hug is tighter, more certain, like he’s making up for all the time he was gone.
you bury your face into his shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of his coat.
“you’re not leaving again anytime soon, right?” you ask softly.
“not if i can help it.”
you nod, satisfied with that answer, and relax against him.
for the first time in weeks, everything finally feels right again.
Notes: just two little hcs or drabbles or wtv that i sent in the dms. this is one of my fave tropes. i might write more. or even different vers for these two. i can never get enough
Wanderer goes cold and rigid, no matter what he's doing. It doesn't matter if you're in the middle of a battle or simply fainting in the middle of the day. He's always watching you, whether you realize or not; in a way, he orbits you, and any disturbance you feel can throw him entirely off course. It's no surprise when his gaze turns panicked for a second before he schools his emotions back into place with practiced ease. He rushes to you, catches you as you fall, and immediately presses his fingers to your pulse. It's strong. Your heart is beating. That, at least, is a relief. He can fight off the void that threatens his implosion for now, but he knows it's already began his destruction, tearing him apart particle by particle. Now, though, he simply sweeps you away and flies to the nearest medic. Wanderer doesn't say much, but the grim expression on his face lets everybody know how serious he is. How serious this is. He might leave your side or stand in the next room, if the doctor insists. But he's waiting. Waiting. Listening for your breath to change. Waiting.
Lohen will only ever find out after the fact. If you're fighting with him, you won't even get a scratch. Nobody on his team will. But when he returns to camp, only to find your company beaten and bruised and the entire expedition force in disarray, it's like a hole opens up in the ground beneath him and nearly swallows him whole. There's a frigid kind of panic that shoots down his entire body from his brain to his fingers and toes that he is all too familiar with. If he hadn't purposely spent so much time conquering his own weaknesses, he's sure ice shards would have shot out of his hands and plunged deep into the dirt as if it was his own heart. He's on an entirely different warpath now, trying to find you. He doesn't need to stop anybody and ask desperately through clenched teeth. Everybody already makes a path for him to march through, leading him straight to the medical tent. He's surprised to see even a few Lightkeepers receiving treatment as his eyes scan every cot. It is both a blessing and a curse to him that no nurses are near you. He can be alone with his thoughts, at least, and maybe that means you're stable - but there's also no one around to tell him exactly what happened to you, what is happening to you, and maybe the medics are spread so thin that nobody can give you the attention you need. His legs give out once hes beside the bed. Falling to his knees, he rests his forehead against the side of the mattress. You're breathing, but it's too quiet. You're too still. He doesn't even want to kill anything right now. Once again, fear has sapped him of the ability to act. Lohen sits there, emptier than he's felt in a long time. He just needs to hear your voice. Please.
notes: suggestive elements!! reader is nefer's assistant in place of jahoda in her oneshot. first post... kinda nervous. (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
━ Arlecchino
Arlecchino always felt apprehensive since you two got together. You were just.. overwhelmingly delicate, making her always reconsider her static, harsh tone when responding to you or softening the conduct of her cursed hands when she'd groom your wings. Arlecchino adored your wings, the downy feathers, floofly, sensitive, and fragile. Everyone noticed the great margin of edge Arlecchino lost when she had gotten with you; she's become more curt and dimissive with everything else, only caring about returning to her lovey dovey angel at home.
Arlecchino feels profoundly endeared by spectating you tend and care for the children at the house of the hearth. Seeing you sweetly let them pat your wings curiously and amuse their youthful ramblings makes her feel achingly satisfied. Later in the night, when you two are tucked close in bed, she strokes your wings languidly, brushing on your back between them where she knew would elicit a squeamish, tiny whine. "You.. did good today with all the children." Her praise is sparse, but holds weight, making your head feel fuzzy; it makes you quiver as she kisses your temple. "So good for me, dove.."
Arlecchino was never.. a fan of preening. It's a routine thing she integrated unconsciously, unaware it'd be a mundanity added to her life when she got with you. But, how could she not concede when you'd come to her, needily sulking and griping about the uncomfortable weight of your wings? She has a special brush for your pristine plumes, her talon fingers ever so gently plucking feathers that were coming loose, clicking her tongue when you'd squirm from the receptive nerves being rubbed repeatedly. "Behave please.. I know you know how to sit still for me pretty." Her scolding is tender but austere, it makes your cheeks hot; you can only nod and muffle your ticklish reactions by arching your back a little, making Arlecchino target your most sensitive spots deliberately, acting coy and ingenuous if you catch on. She has a thing for seeing you struggle.
Seeing you fly is one of Arlecchino's most precious, favorite sights. Seeing you soar, giggle, the sun coating your face and you so unbound, it makes her feel queasy. She always feels almost unnerved by her immense affection for you, uncoordinated in expressing it and still fully acclimating with her fervor towards caring for something so dainty. When you come down from the sky, she wordlessly pets your head, humming. "You are a marvel.. aren't you?." She tilts her head with a small, tenuous smile, it makes you feel giddy and jovial. "Now, come along angel, I have imperative things to finish."
It's only natural you draw attention when you both go out to town. In Fontaine, people will gather around you, ask for photos and of your origins. In Snezhnaya, the attention is much less concentrated, but still very much present, especially when certain comrades.. (Childe) like to get personal and show a bothering amount of interest in you. Arlecchino gets inherently displeased; there's a fissure in her composure, a twitch her lips. You can always sense it, she'll mire your hand with hers, her voice snipped and taut. When you get back to her manor, she'll be noticeably more brooding until you show her your dose of affection. Arlecchino is never one to profess her jealousy, she'll just innovate ways to subdue those feelings. You'll be in her lap by the fire, her hands on your lower back, thumbs tracing your navel to your stomach. "Maybe I should carve my initials into these pretty wings baby.." She'll propose sternly, making you whimper, her tone scaringly serious before she chuckles quietly. "Oh, but.. I couldn't hurt you. Don't get pouty."
Arlecchino will be away for long periods when she's dispatched into another region for a mission, this is when she is seen at her most irritable and prone to snapping. She would bring you, but the last thing she'd ever compromise is your safety. She writes you letters every night, making sure you're doing fine managing the orphanage and if you are taking care of yourself. She knows you're an needy thing, she'll make sure to promise you an extended wing grooming and a more erotic reward if you're feeling especially antsy from her absence.
━ Lauma
Oh, sweet Lauma, the poor woman almost had a heart attack when she first saw your divine, delphic beauty. She was gathering berries around the rural springs of Hiisi Island when she first spotted you knelt by a river. You were dipping your wings into the water like a swan would, grooming the ruffled feathers and humming quietly. It was safe to say, from that day on, Lauma worshipped a completely new goddess.
Lauma is.. a quite bit overbearing when it comes to you. If you're feeling drowsy, she's immediately offering a remedy, a massage, maybe a kiss? If you're feeling sad, she's immediately cooing and coddling you. Lauma is even a tad bit possessive, although she'll never admit to that aspect of her needy affection for you. She'll usher you to stay in your bedroom or constantly tag along when she's tending to animals or her fellow frostmoon scions. She loves to gush, fawn to the members of her community about you, loving how shy you get in front of others. "Oh yes, she loves when I rub her wings! They're very ticklish, aren't they dear?" Your face is entirely aflush by the time she's finished doting with her sisters, making her vehemently worry that you possibly caught a fever.
Lauma became a bit more.. provocative ever since she had gotten with you. Whenever you'd two would go into the forest to find somewhere to bathe, she purposefully disrobe in front of you to watch you seize up and cower behind your wings. When you two are close, her hand always lingers on your lower back, guiding, but wandering. When she hugs you, she smothers your face in her large bust, making you squeal. Lauma loves to coo at you when you become all nervous and shy; stroking your wings and shushing you. "Don't hide your face please.." Her imploring, dulcet tone always gets you, making you plaintively fold away your wings from hiding your face, making Lauma gently smile. "There's my pretty angel.. I won't tease you anymore, promise."
Lauma is obsessed with kissing your wings, taking a lot of persuasion and pleading on her end to compel you into indulging her wants. She'll utter prayers while pressing her wet lips to every crease and silken dip in your supple, lush plumes; her hands tracing the arcing edges of them and inhaling their scent. It's religious, reverent, voracious; she'll sometimes pinch or give a little nibble in a way that makes you squeak and grab onto her antlers just the way she likes for stability. She'll rear her head to almost buck into your hands, making them glow as she rocks upwards, something that happens whenever she's aroused. It makes you completely flustered. "Your noises are so nice.. I can't help myself, apologies dear.." She'll giggle, her voice velvetly, her dilated eyes tracking your pretty face the entirety of her oral exploration of your wings.
Lauma is pathetic for you, even if she tries to futilely act inconspicuous about it. If she notices even a sliver of discomfort on your face, she's dismissing herself from whatever she's doing to find somewhere to have you in her lap. If it's your wings, she'll coo and begin to rub your back; knowing the weight of the divine appendages could cause tension right between your shoulderblades. Lauma learned that you produce a vibrating sound close to purring whenever she does this; rubbing all the areas that make you sigh, melt into her. Lauma puts your needs above all else, cooing at you throughout her ministrations. You'll feel guilty for taking her time, Lauma taking that as a personal offense. "Don't feel bad dear.. just let me make you feel good, okay?." She strokes near the lower center of your back in ticklish, languorous passes with her nimble fingertips, making you arch and hide your face; her not ceasing till you nod furiously, her kissing your cheek, savoring your winsome, petulant humiliation. "It's my duty to worship you.. you know that, right?" She laughs, soft and dreamily.
━ Nefer
Nefer always thought you were frightened by her. She remembers the day you came in for an interview to be her close secretary and assistant; tumbling over words, thoughts incohesive, and your eyes anxiously darting away when they'd meet hers. You were a little mess under her scrutiny, a divine creature acting like schoolgirl with her crush, it was a.. sight. Nefer may be a very selective, strict woman, but as long as you could listen; seeing your pretty face around her agency, always petting your wings nervously when she'd call you to her office for a new task, she felt pleased having you bustle around to complete her bidding. She felt almost bad, unconsciously softening her voice with you and compensating you more for missions. She became a little indulgent with you, testing just how much you pour into earning her praise; you were her dutiful, eager little angel.
Nefer is intrinsically independent, she thinks she does things much more concise, cleaner than others, and she's definitely correct when compared to you. You're clumsy, always knocking over things with your ditzy, large wings, it's frustratingly endearing. Nefer would request simple things like a glass of water, a document on her desk just to give you a rewarding scratch on your wings' feathers. She loves seeing you squeak and tense, bearing her touch and biting your lip to contain any embarrassing noises, it's amusing. "You react so scared, 'm just scratching.. are they really that sensitive?." She'll muse, her pinching you barely to see you shrink backwards. "Get back to work, don't let it get to your head too much." She likes to see that slight dejection your face has when she cuts her affection short, shooing you off with a small chuckle.
Nefer has her.. days where she's more agitated, more impatient from her workload, so she naturally takes out on you. If you're behind a deadline, spilling her stack of papers into a scatter on the floor, maybe just breathing near her wrong, she'll bend you over her knee. You.. don't complain much, just wiggle your hips, arch your back whenever her hand comes down hard on your backside. It's humiliating, just how much you're enjoying it, how your thighs squeeze together subtly before she wedges them apart. Nefer never hides her satisfaction, seeing your wings seize up with every slap! or how you stifle little, keening sounds into the couch, eyes glassy and face hidden with embarrassment. When you start crying, she'll stroke your wings, kiss between your shoulderblades softly, licking your skin to see your wings flap, thumping on her couch. "You took it so good this time sweets, don't whine so much." She'll chide, albeit her voice is much gentler than usual; her hand rubs your reddened thighs and rear, tracing your spine with her nail to see you tremble. "Be better at your work and there will be no more of this.. easy, right?"
There's certain rules you wouldn't expect being hired for Nefer, like how she has a dresscode just for you. She buys you pretty, frilly gowns or skirts, usually in shades of translucent white to match with your wings. Seeing you amble around looking all pretty in the clothing she tailored just for you is a sight for sore eyes, a little distraction from the repetition of her convoluted work; she loves especially how you haven't noticed that the words 'property of Nefer, return if gets lost while flying' is stitched onto the back in a small font.
One of her 'comrades' or rather, frequent visitors, Yelan happened to have her eyes wander to you while in Nefer's office for business matters, much to Nefer's displeasure. Yelan would sit across from her over drinks with that prideful, subtle smirk, humming. Yelan prods too much, asks questions about your relationships and if you'd ever leave Nefer's side for a better job offer. Nefer immediately shuts her advancements down, tautly smiling with furrowed brows, seething. "She's very much.. loyal to me, you're out of luck. Besides, we both know who's more competent here in pleasing her." You were behind a near wall while overhearing Nefer's outburst, flustered and awkwardly fidgeting while the two women kept bickering heatedly. It probably wasn't the best idea to ask Nefer if Yelan was.. open minded any time soon. (you want both of them.)
Hi fellow Genshin writer 👋 If you are accepting requests, may I please ask for general fluff headcanons with Alhaitham? I hope you have a nice day! 😊
─ Come as you are. ft. Alhaitham
▻syn. fluff Alhaitham hcs <3
▻content warnings. nun extreme just general fluff headcanons
▻a/n. day 2 // annon I am SO sorry if I butchered Alhaitham I don't know a lot about him🥹 forgive me
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Alhaitham adores reading to you, he loves the way you rest your head in his lap looking up at him with those pretty little eyes that drive him insane as he reads what everyone book he has at the moment to you.
those small yet intimate moments you two have make him feel *whole* in a way.
he has quite a few pet names for you but the most common ones that you hear from him are, ‘dearest’ ‘beloved’ & ‘beautiful’ if he had to chose, ‘dearest’ would be his favorite.
Alhaitham calls you a distraction, a very welcome one at that. whenever he's studying for an exam or anything that requires him to focus he always finds his mind and gaze drifting towards you. sometimes when he's supposed to be fully engrossed in something important you will look up from whatever you were doing and catch him staring at you with a red tint brushed lightly on his face, quickly turning away once you look up.
I soul heartedly feel that when he's spooning you he always waits for you to doze off to sleep first so he can fall asleep shortly after, he doesn't know why you have to fall asleep first you just have to or else he's...uneasy? he doesn't know how to describe it.
speaking of spooning he's always the big spoon, no ifs no buts.
Alhaitham will gladly assist you In your studies if you ask him for a little help when studying. he doesn't see it as a chore to help you, hes simply helping one of the most important people in his life.
this man loves kissing you I don't care what you say argue with the wall. he loves your lips so much, he craves them so badly. you could be doing anything and you feel him behind you as he grabs your face so you can turn around and kiss him.
his favorite places to kiss you other than your lips are your neck, spine, and collar bones. you could just be lying down on your stomach wearing a backless top or something and you will fell him placing kisses up and all over your spine.
Alhaitham has chronically cold hands and when I say cold I mean freezing. the first time you held hands with him you flinched, he just chuckled in response, he knew his hands were cold just not that cold to the point where you are flinching.
if Alhaitham were to have a favorite flower I believe it would be water lilys, in his eyes they are beautiful just like the person he loves the most.
he loves you so much to the point where he can't even explain it properly. he doesn't remember when you flipped his world, all he knows is that he's extremely grateful that your in his life now.
I don't feel like Alhaitham is really the jealous type like he won't go out his way to curse out any one that makes a move on you. but he can get jelly and when he does...good luck to whoever was flirting with you
sometimes he just stares at you in pure silence, not braking eye contact. you will tilt your head and try and speak but he doesn't respond until you snap your fingers in his face.
‘Alhaitham your being really quite...are you alright?’
Hi fellow Genshin writer 👋 If you are accepting requests, may I please ask for general fluff headcanons with Alhaitham? I hope you have a nice day! 😊
─ Come as you are. ft. Alhaitham
▻syn. fluff Alhaitham hcs <3
▻content warnings. nun extreme just general fluff headcanons
▻a/n. day 2 // annon I am SO sorry if I butchered Alhaitham I don't know a lot about him🥹 forgive me
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Alhaitham adores reading to you, he loves the way you rest your head in his lap looking up at him with those pretty little eyes that drive him insane as he reads what everyone book he has at the moment to you.
those small yet intimate moments you two have make him feel *whole* in a way.
he has quite a few pet names for you but the most common ones that you hear from him are, ‘dearest’ ‘beloved’ & ‘beautiful’ if he had to chose, ‘dearest’ would be his favorite.
Alhaitham calls you a distraction, a very welcome one at that. whenever he's studying for an exam or anything that requires him to focus he always finds his mind and gaze drifting towards you. sometimes when he's supposed to be fully engrossed in something important you will look up from whatever you were doing and catch him staring at you with a red tint brushed lightly on his face, quickly turning away once you look up.
I soul heartedly feel that when he's spooning you he always waits for you to doze off to sleep first so he can fall asleep shortly after, he doesn't know why you have to fall asleep first you just have to or else he's...uneasy? he doesn't know how to describe it.
speaking of spooning he's always the big spoon, no ifs no buts.
Alhaitham will gladly assist you In your studies if you ask him for a little help when studying. he doesn't see it as a chore to help you, hes simply helping one of the most important people in his life.
this man loves kissing you I don't care what you say argue with the wall. he loves your lips so much, he craves them so badly. you could be doing anything and you feel him behind you as he grabs your face so you can turn around and kiss him.
his favorite places to kiss you other than your lips are your neck, spine, and collar bones. you could just be lying down on your stomach wearing a backless top or something and you will fell him placing kisses up and all over your spine.
Alhaitham has chronically cold hands and when I say cold I mean freezing. the first time you held hands with him you flinched, he just chuckled in response, he knew his hands were cold just not that cold to the point where you are flinching.
if Alhaitham were to have a favorite flower I believe it would be water lilys, in his eyes they are beautiful just like the person he loves the most.
he loves you so much to the point where he can't even explain it properly. he doesn't remember when you flipped his world, all he knows is that he's extremely grateful that your in his life now.
I don't feel like Alhaitham is really the jealous type like he won't go out his way to curse out any one that makes a move on you. but he can get jelly and when he does...good luck to whoever was flirting with you
sometimes he just stares at you in pure silence, not braking eye contact. you will tilt your head and try and speak but he doesn't respond until you snap your fingers in his face.
‘Alhaitham your being really quite...are you alright?’
✦ Synopsis: Weakness is often the byproduct of routines, which Lohen despises along with the former. But here's this medic who shows him there's more to strength than what he thought and she makes the idea of routines more tolerable.
✧ Featuring: Lohen x Medic!Reader ( she/her pronouns)
✦ Word count: 4k
✧ Tags & CW: Lohen drugs reader at the end of the fic (for no malicious reason but still), mild description of injuries, Lohen is in deep denial about his feelings, somewhat canon-compliant but the timeline is weird if you squint, Lohen's trauma of being kidnapped and his defeat against Rerir, Lohen's self-doubt and insecurity, angst and fluff, the writer has no knowledge about medicine and didn't pay attention in biology class but is trying her best, not beta read (when are my fics beta read anw), may be OOC
✦ Note: An extended note for my work, feel free to read this before or after or not at all!
Lohen doesn't like routines.
This is what he has always known ever since he was a kid. Watching the monotonous ways his father's arm flexes as the axe drops down to the wood, the clean slit across the leather his mother cuts over and over again—he realizes that he despises this repetitive mundanity. It breeds complacency and complacency leads to weakness.
The medics, you included, however, find a strange sort of solitude in your routines. Every morning, you wake up at the break of dawn to prepare the medical supplies or switch the night shift with another colleague to look after the wounded. On most days, you tend to their injuries, prepare the saline, distribute antibiotics, check for infections and change the knights' bandages. There is something almost calming to it and you wish for the days to come to stay exactly as they are.
Lohen has nothing against the medics— their job is honorable, commendable and important to the expedition. He doesn't think they're weak by any means, but "strong" wouldn't be a word he uses to describe them and unfortunately, that just happens to be his favorite word of all.
"Oh? You're not enjoying the party?"
You whip your head around faster than you would like, letting the sewing kit forgotten on your lap. Pity, you were so close to successfully threading that needle.
"Vice Captain Lohen," you promptly greet him, "…I could ask you the same."
"Nahh, I don't drink. The only use I have for alcohol is disinfecting my wounds." He casually looks back to the knights dancing around the bonfire, with a bottle of dandelion wine in hand they could make this scorched outpost look like Angel's Share, like home.
"Guess we have that in common then. So what brings you here? If it's for the laxative then my answer is still no."
"As sharp as ever. But since you're so persistent, I won't pester you anymore…"
"for now."
You have a feeling it's not the laxative he's truly after— because if it is, he wouldn't bother asking. Lohen sits on the patch of land next to you, already easing into his man-spreading position.
"Soooo, shouldn't you be resting instead of practicing suture? I mean, with that injury and all."
You quizzically look over to him, the pain that has been terrorizing your right hand has long dulled down, at least to the point where it no longer paints the bandage crimson anymore. But the after-effect of it lingers, just another compromising thing.
"Hm? You think too highly of me. This is just a regular sewing kit, a personal hobby of mine. But since such skill makes suturing a lot easier I suppose it's a form of practice too."
You pick up the fallen needle, hand tentatively try to thread the string again but the shake that haunts your right hand and the dimly-lit surrounding makes the motion you've practiced all your life more difficult than ever.
"Allow me." Lohen gently takes the string from your hand, flatten the tip with his tongue and pushes it through the needle's eye. You don't know whether to be stunned that someone like him could perform the act so easily in one go or embarrassed by the fact that you've already licked that thread. Nevertheless, you thank him and don't speak a word of it when he hands the needle back to you.
"Huh… I never knew you enjoy sewing too." You inspect his work with morbid curiosity, he has even made a knot for you while you were distracted.
"Ehh…I don't. My family practices bow-making so I had to learn how to sew from my mother." Lohen's eyes rake over the small piece of fabric you're holding, observing the way the needle dips and reappears on the cloth— It has not been one minute in and he's already imagining a knife slipping in and out of the enemy's body, tearing the fleshy meat open as blood spurts out like color off a paint tube. It's a mental practice to cure the boredom on some nights.
"Also, I have no need for such a skill. They don't help me get stronger anyways."
It's an innocuous remark. And definitely doesn't mean any harm from Lohen, he's mostly just projecting. After years of working together, you know how well he loathes repetitiveness— which just happens to be an attribute of your work. It's the kind of repetitiveness that gets lost in the volatile changes of the battlefield and drowned out by the pained moans of anguished knights and thus, often go unnoticed.
"That's reasonable, I don't sew to get stronger, I don't really care about strength either. I just want to— " You hesitate, telling him this probably means nothing to him. But you can't help the words that just keep on flowing from your mouth nor the smile that forms when the idea flashes through your mind."—to open a tailor's shop after this all ends."
Lohen doesn't understand how someone can enjoy such mundanity, much less long for it. In the face of abyssal dangers, you should be fighting against mortality to get stronger every day, not reveling in a blissful dream that is so fragile.
He glances over to you with an intriguing gaze, trying to read through the nuance of your expression. You never hold that kind of look when you're stitching up wounds. You look focused, not in a stiff, rigid way when you meticulously seam the needle through the skin, but in a calm, tranquil motion which your mouth hangs open just slightly and your eyes crinkle a tad bit in concentration.
He still doesn't get how people long for such a boring thing. But if repetitiveness brings you such joy— then maybe it's worth fighting for, and maybe, just maybe your bright smile is worth the troubles it take to protect this nice little dream of yours.
Lohen doesn't like routines.
He has fought his entire life to escape from it. From the monotonous tradition of bow-making his family practices to the boring days of treading different lands as adventurer, all to run away from the complacency that has made him weak, powerless in the face of crisis.
Ironically, he ends up back where he started.
When Lohen opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is the muted shade of the infirmary's tent. Then come the sounds of pained cries, grunts, the sharp edges of horror from those who have managed to cheat death, yet still stuck somewhere between life and agony. The air inside the tent is thick, tainted with strong alcohol and rusted copper. The humidity from the rain makes the bandage much more suffocating, even worse since he's covered in it.
He tries to limp his tattered body just slightly, yet the pain crashes through his limbs with tremendous force— It feels like being crushed under a building and burnt alive from within. With little to no bodily autonomy left, his consciousness slips back into the battlefield, where the sounds of spears clashed, skins slicing and guns going off deafen the gentle lure of the rain.
He hears the Grandmaster calling for him.
"You..! Take him and fall back!"
Something struck the ground as it erupted a head-splitting roar, but his vision has been heavily impaired—by the iron taste of blood and the flying debris caught in the crossfire. All that he could feel was the arms of someone carrying him back and the hurried footsteps marching out of the battlefield.
That heavy, thunderous sound echoing in the back of his mind is urging his heart to thump dangerously loud in his chest, each beat leads to a cacophony that's drumming, driving him insane. The rain keeps on falling, weaving an alloyed cluster of sounds, yet its melodic rhythm does little to ease the turmoil inside him. It's not until Lohen registers the poised, gentle footsteps against the wet soil that his breathing pace levels off a bit.
"I heard you scared Winfried to death when they brought you back to the camp."
Lohen doesn't need to crane his neck to know who it is but he still does, and the consequent pain that follows is excruciating.
"Please stay still, your body is in no condition to move." Seeing that there's not much he can do, he bitterly complies. Flicking his gaze towards the protruded part of the tent where the rainwater has been pooling up, he starts to ponder about the situation on the battlefield. Is it raining this heavily too?
"When—can I be back on the frontline?" The words that leave his mouth are incredibly strained and hoarse but the genuineness hidden behind them is tender.
"Not anytime soon, Grandmaster's order. But you needn't worry, they should be able to take care of themselves." A textbook response, it's hard to even gauge anything by your tone of voice. Medics are taught to communicate with their patients in specific ways so as not to diminish their morale, has he gotten so weak in your eyes that you feel the need to keep this barrier with him?
Lohen resigns to watching you wipe down the medical tray with alcohol and lay out your work equipment. The clinking sounds of saline bottles against the metal surface soon evades the silence between you two and the heavy rain outside also dulls out the restless cries of pain from the wounded.
Lohen eyes the two tablets on the tray, no matter what he says, you always insist he take the painkillers. But those don't look like the regular Fentanyl you always administer to him.
"You can save those for the others, I—I can manage the pain on my own."
"Are you sure? This may look like a simple bandage change procedure but even Varka has to sometimes beg for alcohol to relieve the pain."
"Heh, I doubt it's pain that he's concerned with… Either way, I would be grateful to still feel it." You don't seem very convinced with his reply, but the scrunch in your brows is giving you away. It's saying that your resolve has gone a bit weaker, and with a little more negotiation, this could work. "But if you're so worried, I can use my Cryo vision." That seems to do the trick.
"Well then… I have to trouble you this time. Please apply your Cryo power to the surrounding area I'm going to work with. And signal me to stop if it gets too much, alright?"
How cute.
Even after all this time in the expedition team, you still think Lohen would be concerned by the pain. Maybe it's out of your ethics as a medic or trepidation over his general well-being. Either way he doesn't want to ponder too long on that.
You begin to work through the outer layers of the old bandage with your trauma shears, eyes entirely fixed on the cluster of injuries all over his abdomen. Your focused attitude gives him the leeway to finally peer at your visage. You look a bit roughed up, a deep black shadow circles your under eyes— it dims the lovely shade Barbatos has blessed you with, but admittedly still a lot better compared to the shade of crimson that painted half of your face back then.
Lohen doesn't deny the fact that he's one to indulge in any tactic to secure his victory which includes taking out the opposing side's medics. But when he saw you lying there with blood dripping across your forehead, seeping into the ground as Rerir was just about to lunge at you once more, something took over. It was a hot surge of panic and anxiety, a type of adrenaline that he thought was periodic to him by now and yet he couldn't control it. It wasn't like the adrenaline he felt when his dagger sliced cleanly through the artery of a Fatui Agent, it wasn't akin to the exciting rush when his spear pierced through an Abyss Mage's shield. It was the utter horror when his kidnappers forced a hand over his mouth and dragged him away from his father, the tantalizing realization when he saw another kid got dragged by the collar towards a dimly-lit room, the crippling despair upon realizing his deep-rooted weakness bred by years of complacency.
The injured hand that you once said had been recovering well is now covered in bandage and gauze again. Lohen can just spot the color of them right under the hem of your gauntlet. Does the pain still keep you up at night? Do you seek out the flickers of the flame to ease your mind off of it? Do you wear that disappointed look when your hand shakes too badly to even thread the needle?
"Lohen!"
Your urgent voice snaps him out of his trance as he quickly recovers from being caught staring at you. "You're going to give yourself frost burn if you keep this up."
He quickly regains control over his Vision and lowers the intensity of Cryo application. The overwhelming burn only becomes noticeable when his mind is anchored back by your voice.
"Sorrysorry, the pain feels too bearable so I had to try something else."
Right after he says that, you uncap the bottle of saline water and chug it all over the old bandage across his abdomen. The reaction is immediate as Lohen shuts his eyes and scrunches his nose in pain. The contrast between his throbbing wound and the cool liquid is a sharp slap to the face. The burn that it ignites is also equally painful, even managing to draw out a low hiss from his mouth.
"Happy now?"
"V—Very." His response is accompanied by a heavy grunt and a grimace that is a borderline enthused grin.
As Lohen regulates his Cryo power to cope with the burn, you wait for the saline water to do its work. "Good, if that couldn't satisfy you I would have ripped the bandages off raw."
"Sounds nice but sadly, you would never do that to me."
And you are very much wishing you would. However, the idea of tearing out a patient's still recovering tissue is deeply repulsive to you. Not because of your discipline as a medic alone, but also because of the huge unsightly mess of blood it would cause.
Once the bandages are thoroughly soaked, you begin to remove them. Rolls of amber and crimson-stained gauze come undone under your dexterous hands, yet even with a lifetime of practice it still takes over ten minutes to completely get rid of those blood-soaked gauze.
You tentatively lean closer to his stomach to inspect the wounds. The edges of the cuts are still swollen and purple, rolled inwards which reveal the fleshy muscle beneath. Some areas have formed dark, brown crusts with some clear amber fluid leaking out.
His entire body looks like a battlefield, as if the Wild Hunt has just gathered to maul him to death. You mentally and silently pray to Barbatos before using a syringe to clean the wounds with saline water, the raw tissue immediately flushes bright red as blood begins to ooze out— The blood flow is stable, there is no dead tissue or foul smell at all. His body is recovering at outstanding pace—perks of being a Vision wielder maybe.
Meanwhile, Lohen is tugging on the infirmary's bed beneath. Maybe Varka really weren't lying when he asked to get wasted for this procedure, the pain is almost unbearable. But it's a good sign, because it means he can still feel. He's still alive, and the pain you bring is proof of that.
His Cryo vision has proven to be wonderfully versatile, acting as both a weapon and a stand-in for painkillers. The frost brought about by his power fights fiercely with the throbbing ache of his opened wounds, clashing like the deafening thunder outside when it strikes upon a scorched patch of land. But it's nice, the tense spasms of his muscles and the piercing sting that knocks the air out of his lungs are signs that his body is still desperately clinging onto life— still alive and still fighting.
Eventually, you manage to get through with the petroleum gauze and finish everything nicely with a final layer of dry bandage. A well-deserved sigh of relief quietly leaves your mouth as beads of cold sweat roll down your temple.
As for Lohen, when the pain subsides, he mentally rewards himself with the sight of your proud smile. You always do this after a job well-done, and he always eats it up with an inexplicable twinge of pleasure. It's a weird, one-sided routine between you two, one that he strangely doesn't mind. If he has to rationalize this inside his head, he would say it's because a medic's happy smile means the patient has cheated death— he has cheated death.
Or maybe it's because you're so enveloped in your personal joy that you don't notice the unused tablets of painkillers now lying snugly in his palm. Yes, that must be it and nothing more.
Lohen doesn't like routines.
And his days of being bedridden only serve to amplify his aversion to it. His morning starts with antibiotics, then bandage change and then breakfast along with physical therapy, the rest of the day is just rinse and repeat. Even though he has shown remarkable healing rate, he is still stubbornly not allowed to get out of bed— and with Varka on your side, there's little he can do against order.
This is nothing short of torture to him, being forced to lay in bed all day with no activity, no fight, no enemies to tear apart or dump his boredom onto. And when the body is inactive, the mind overworks itself. He keeps on thinking about the failed ambush plan, about what went wrong, about his powerlessness and futile mortality. He thought about the horror etched in his comrades' faces when he fell, the panic that took over when they realized that one of their strongest frontiers has been destroyed.
And about you too, as much as he dislikes to admit. If he had been quicker, he could have pushed you away from the attack's trajectory. If he had been stronger, he could have stopped that attack in the first place. And if he had not been so powerless, he wouldn't have had to see someone else carry your limp, battered body away. But in the end, he is still just a mortal, a normal being with physical limitations and barriers he can't overcome.
What is more frustrating than most is that the person who has to rest in bed is him and not you. You're still running around camp providing aid to everyone, stitching up wounds with your injured arm, rationing and administering painkillers to the patients as well as taking up the night shifts for the other medics who are under recovery.
"Morale would drop drastically if the chief medic of our team can't work," Varka said before adding "Besides, there's really nothing I can say that would sway her. In a difficult time like this, the only thing we can do is to be grateful for her tireless effort to aid everyone and keep up morale."
And now that morale is stable, you deserve some bit of rest too no?
Lohen watches as you sit motionlessly on the chair, head tipped against its back, your breathing is stable and there's a sense of tranquility in the way your chest falls and rises. As gently as possible, Lohen hooks one arm underneath the backs of your knees while the other is secured around your shoulder and carries you over to the infirmary's bed. The strain he's putting his body under is mild, relatively bearable and the pain combined with the steady weight of you in his arms brings a skewed sort of comfort to him.
Before putting you down on the mattress, he hesitates for a bit, savoring the warmth of your body and the steady motion of your breathing. The sight of you like this shook him more than he will ever admit, it's uncannily similar to when you were blacked out during the battle— but you're here now, a little overworked but alive nonetheless.
But why exactly does that feeling pain him so? And why you?
Your forgotten little handiwork that he saw months ago is still on the table, left unfinished as he remembered. You haven't picked up your little hobby these past few months, all caught up in the whirlwind of work and intense pressure so different from the routine you've always loved. Looking at your bandaged hands now, you probably won't be returning to that simple routine anytime soon.
But for now, you can still enjoy a well-deserved rest. You've been working yourself to the bones after all, pushing through the pain to aid your comrades, keeping a positive attitude to uphold morale, staying strong for everyone.
Strong…
You certainly are. And maybe, he's the one who's not strong enough.
Lohen gently drapes the thin blanket over your sleeping form and carefully tug the loose strands away from your face. He picks up the half-empty glass of water on the table and walks outside to pour the rest out.
This is the least he can do for you, after everything he couldn't.
"Ah Vice Captain Lohen!"
"Anselm. Finishing up for the day?" Lohen quickly greets the man, flicking his wrist a few times to get rid of the remaining water.
"Yes, I've just finished organizing the medicine logs— it's a hassle, can't imagine how our chief medic keeps up with this work bulk. " The old man's eyes shift towards the tent behind Vice Captain Lohen's back and then the glass in his hand.
"Um… I also noticed there's some missing Diazepam from the records. Work has been hectic lately, I wonder if any of the medics may have made some mistakes while cataloging medications."
Tsk.
Did Vice Captain Lohen just 'tsk'ed ?
The poor man almost thinks he is hallucinating— the scene that has just unfolded before his eyes vanishes like the flash of thunder on a cloudless night.
"How troublesome, I initially didn't want to trouble our chief medic for this. But seems like I would still need to have her look into these missing painkillers… Seems like another long day awaits her tom—"
"Ah-ah—Vice Captain Lohen! There's no need to trouble her with it, it's nothing substantial anyways. The new batch of Fentanyl should be arriving soon, we won't need to rely on alternative painkillers anymore. Asking her to look into this seems—rather, unnecessary… Especially after how hard it took for you to convince her to rest."
Once more, Anselm's attention is drawn to the slight opening of the tent behind Lohen's back. From the tiny creak, he could make out the exhausted form of you sleeping soundly. He does not know how Lohen did it, but it's good he managed to do so.
"Hmm, very well. Then this can stay as our little secret. Thank you for your hard work, you should get some rest now."
And so, the moon keeps on hanging high in the sky and the clouds disperse into a thin veil across the dark canvas of black. With the expedition coming to an end very soon, you may finally get to live out your dream life. Or maybe not, considering you being you, you would probably volunteer to stay behind— "I go wherever I am needed."
But when you can finally return to Mondstadt, Lohen would like to pass by your tailor's shop every so often to see your crafts. Your hands may have healed completely by then, granting you full liberty to derive joy from your art and you may not even need his help anymore. Even so, he still wants to see that smile of yours after every job well-done, whether under the lights and sharing the happiness with you or lurking in the darkness to protect your fragile domesticity.
Lohen doesn't like routines, but the idea of sharing one with you isn't so bad.
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