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[salmonsaw]

Self aware Lohen x obsessed!reader

Guys the spirit of Shakespeare genuinely not clickbait real footage Tw emotional possessed me and I wrote this in 2 sittings.

Tw: Reader is kinda depressed, reader is stressed from work, Lohen thinks too much about being a video game character, he just takes care of the reader, jealous Lohen, it’s angsty for a second then it’s fluffy and domestic.

Self aware!Lohen who could see all your online activity. All the fanarts you save of him, even the ones where you have to unblur the picture~ Every fan fiction you read and write. You had a way with words! You likened him to a worm living in your brain, or a leech in your wallet. Sucking every penny for every plushie, figure, poster, whatever merch money could buy! Hell, you had a job solely to sustain your Lohen themed spending addiction.

Self aware!Lohen who hates when you even think about other people. And don’t you dare even switch your character to one that isn’t lohen. He manipulates your FYP to only the best edits of him, the juiciest fics of him, and all the beautiful fanart of him and only him. Don’t let him catch you looking up reader x character fics of a character that isn’t him. He’ll change the suggestion order to show all the tags he knows you dislike. He feels bad for the other characters, but he has priorities and they have other fans.

Self aware!Lohen who aches to be freed from his pixilated hell. To crawl out of the screen and to actualize on your gaming desk. He could, but he is scared. He’s not stupid. He knows you fell in love with a character. Not a real person. Could he even call himself a real person? Foreign philosophical questions like these were always considered a waste of time to him. Things only bored people with nothing better to do pondered and ripped their hair out over. But when the minutes since your last log in add up, he finds tufts of his own hair clinging to his sweaty palms.

Self aware!Lohen who gained the courage to, when he knew that you’d be out for a while, step into your room. Just to see what it was like! Living in such a faraway place…His eyes roamed over your posters, your framed photos filled with your friends and family, your closet, your bed, your overflowing laundry basket. He caught a look at himself in your full body mirror. A mar on the perfect real world room you lived in. In all his dangly, complicated, and counterproductive character model glory.

Self aware!Lohen who doesn’t know what to do, what to say, when you catch him, deer in headlights moment, in the middle of your room. So he does what he knows how, and acts in character.

“Sweet place.” He says, drawling to hide the shake in his voice. “Though it could use more me” he nods his head at the miniature Lohen shrine growing in your corner.

“How stressed am I that I’m seeing things now?” You sigh and slump your shoulders. You don’t know where to put your eyes. Your Yumeship is standing right there. Ever since you laid eyes on his character model you were smitten. His slate colored hair, enigmatic eyes, and cute mole.

And now he was right in front of you. Hand on his hip and smirking at you. His cheeks are chubby.

“At least feed me while you ogle me.” He says, leaning in. Did he really just say that? It’s all worth it when he sees you jump and run to the kitchen. Muttering apologies and hiding your bashful face. That really was the best dialog option. He gets to see the rest of your house, get fed by you, and tease you!

Self aware!Lohen who has to fight every cell in his body not to devour the stale rice and curry you place in front of him. If it weren’t for rigorous ranged combat and aim training, he wouldn’t be able to stop the shake of his hands from holding the same spoon you’ve probably eaten from hundreds of times. And to think you’re letting him lick it too!

“Sorry, I haven’t gone grocery shopping in…” you look to your side, as if you’d find the answer written in the west. Shame creeps up your neck when you see the mess in your living room. And you can’t bear to turn your head to see the sink full of dishes and rotting food. Please please please don’t let him use the bathroom.

“Ages.” He finishes, savoring the last grain of rice. “I can’t tell though, you’re a great cook.” He says, placing his hand in his cheek as he gazes at you. Your cheeks redden and he prays desperately that his don’t.

“Yeah.” Your voice cracks. You look at your lap, clutching your fists, trying desperately not to cry. The motion doesn’t go unnoticed by Lohen. He washes his plate and goes to stand behind you. Letting his hand rest on your shoulder. Electro runs down both of your spines at the contact. Lohen had read about similar things in your fan fiction. Surely you wouldn’t push him away?

“Im so sorry about the mess, I- works been hounding me, and…”

Self aware!Lohen who thinks “screw it. I love her, she likes me” so he leans down and places a small kiss on her hair.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind.”

Reader.exe has stopped working.

Reader.exe has fainted.

Reader.exe is falling face first onto the dining table.

Reader.exe is caught by Lohen and is swiftly taken to her bedroom.

Self aware!Lohen who ties a cute apron on, snaps a bright pair of yellow gloves and begins tidying up. Starting with the overflowing sink. Lovingly scrubbing each utensil and plate clean. After that he empties the trash that’s been piling up. Then he takes a vacuum to the living room and a broom to the kitchen again! Then he braves the bathroom, wiping down the mirror and powder bleaching the counter and sink. He ached to clean your room, but he loathed to imagine you thinking him a crass pervert, having his hands all over your laundry and some other hypothetical overstep. He finished his cleaning spree just in time to give the reader some TLC.

Self aware!Lohen who sits beside you, arms raised to give a massage. It would be easier so straddle your back, but he couldn’t do that to his darling, not without your tacit agreement. So with discipline and care, he massages all the stress out of his dears tired bones. You were so tired, and looked to peaceful sleeping, that he felt bad setting your alarm so early in the morning. Letting you miss work wouldn’t make your stress any lower.

Self aware!Lohen who begrudgingly tears his hands from your back where he was absentmindedly caressing your skin, leaving small kisses over the smooth expanse. He flips you on your side, sleeping on your stomach is bad practice. He crawls back into your computer, not feeling as hollow as usual. He fantasized about when you’d wake up, take in your clean apartment and relish in your rejuvenated limbs. He even took satisfaction in the fact that no other character would do half of what he did for you. He planned to make your obsession with him worth your while.

[salmonsaw]

Stalker Lohen with an indifferent reader

Sooo I’ve never done anything similar to this so if its shit tell me it’s amazing because I had fun making it.

Trigger warnings: stalking, surveillance, mentions of murder, kinddddd of unconsented to touching but the reader is chill with it. (Dw it’s nothing crazy) no smut

This is a work of fiction and I don’t condone anything done by the characters.

Stalker!lohen who leaves little notes in readers house frequently. Sweet, complimenting comments such as, “you don’t know it but you’re very pretty when you sleep. Dream of me, okay?” Or even helpful and informative messages that are still emotionally observant like “that man who was checking you out had a girlfriend and she cried when she found his severed head in his toilet.” Lohen was hurt when the only note he ever got back was was a cold and unromantic

“Stop using my sticky notes Im running out and I need them.”

Stalker!lohen who likes leaving his mark on readers living space. Rearranging the pictures on the windowsill, taking her things, hiding her things, and even leaving mysterious stains on her clothing. However reader never praised him for his eye for interiors design. Only ever leaving a note on the fridge saying

“Stop messing with my shit. Ps. Clean up while you’re at it.”

Stalker!lohen who plays a little game called “where to put the camera.” Where he finds the optimal position to place his tiny cameras to catch the best angles of his reader. He thought himself a genius when he put one in her potted plant and on her lightbulb, but he was truly proud when he managed to replace her mirror with a 2 way one that she kept in her walk in closet. That’s why he was so surprised during mid stroke when he was watching his scantily clad reader posing in front of the mirror.

“Which dress looks better? I need your honest answer. It’s the red one, isn’t it?” She says straight into the camera.

Stalker!lohen who follows her wherever she goes. He puts much effort to remain discrete. He follows you undetected around the mall, or so he thought.

“Hey, if you’re going to just follow me, can you atleast help me hold my bags?” She says, turning abruptly after struggling with her purse, drink, and shopping bags. It’s a good thing he wore a mask and sunglasses, otherwise she would’ve seen how red his cheeks were.

Stalker!lohen was so grateful that she had a dead social and romantic life. All she did was go to work, go home, and rot in her house. It was like she had cleared her life just waiting for him to waltz in and fill it with color. Just because she wasn’t interested in others didn’t mean that they weren’t interested in her. Lohen took care of it though. He knew the care she took in avoiding social situations, so why not he just do it for her?

Stalker!lohen who had gotten brave enough to sneak his way into readers bed. Carefully he twirls her hair around his fingers. Then he tangles his entire hand in her hair. “What a deep sleeper” he thought. Then he felt hands wrap around his neck and pull him closer.

“It’s not fair that I’ve never seen your face before. You can’t run now.”

She pulls down his mask agonizingly slow. Taking in his soft features, mole, and striking colored eyes. All dimly lit under pale moons glow.

“You’re not half bad.” She says, resting her head back down on the pillow, still holding Lohen in her embrace.

[that0nepastryy]

to conquer that fear

LOHEN!! i love this freak so so much he's so precious to me idc how corny he is sometimes 💕💕

[xorots]

LORDDDDD

THE SCREAMMM I JUST SCRUMPT HES LUCKY IM NOT BEHIND ALLAT FUCK

[artdra1n]

Romeo and Cinderella Illuhen ver because... Because I'm bored and have nothing better to do.

gng genuinely do give me ideas or suggestions on the ask page or else I have absolutely NO IDEAS on what to post... *Pleading emoji

Uhhh hahahaha yaoi anyone???

[griimzza]

the cutest pure evil.

[moonlightrapsodia]

[triluneprophecy]

What I Do For You (What You Do With Me)

Pairing: Lohen x Fem Reader

Tags and cw: slight story quest spoilers, partial angst, suggestive content, implied sex, misuse of Lohen's dagger, freak to freak communication, bunny suit Lohen, Lune's barely concealed lust for the Vice Captain

"Why am I wearing this horribly offensive outfit?" "It is not offensive Lohen, just be still!"

Two voices converse, the first one bored and deadpan, the second excited and bright. Your fiancé, the very infamous wild child, the crazy knight, the one who loves helping (TORTURING) his coworkers, is standing in front of you and is not pleased. Why?

Because you've put him in a bunny suit. A very scanty one at that. As Lohen looks down at his exposed body, he's really lucky he doesn't even have much shame himself. Normally, he'd refuse to be put in something like this, even for your amusement, but...

You were pretty pissed at him after getting caught up on the recent events told to you by Varka. All of the stupidity he went through in the pursuit of power, and Theodore and Adorno. You've been seething and not in the way Lohen likes.

The title and commendation were one thing, he didn't care much about one and could work his way back up to the other. But you being so upset you actually thought about breaking up with him? Hurt more than any battle wounds, and not in the good way.

It took you a week away from him, heavy reflection and even an intervention from Varka who would normally not like to step into his knights' relationship issues. You know what Lohen did was bad, and that he only stopped because he was smart enough to know it was a wash at that point. Even if you can understand his feelings and reasons, even if he tried to contain the damage..it was still horribly wrong. So instead of breaking up with him, you decided to extend your engagement until you can fully trust him again.

The man himself thought that was fair. The fact that Varka could've jailed him or worse, and you could've dumped him and moved out, but both of you gave him a chance to do better. He'll try to be someone worthy enough of the grace, with his own methods and flavor of course. He is majorly devoted to you and he won't let you go without a fight.

So, this is one of the concessions he's obliged. He's been doing whatever you've wanted, no matter how soul crushing (it was shopping) or humiliating (it was playing with the nearby kids) it is. Now you, his beloved firecracker, has decided to dress him up in the outfit, because you dreamed it.

There's no weaseling out of this one at all.

So he stands there in this black bunny suit, twirling his dagger and airily chuckling when you smack his hand away from his stockings as he tries to make runs in them with the blade.

"Now don't you look so dashing!", you say as you adjust the ears on his head. "Hm, yeah yeah, whatever- how long do I have to wear this?" Lohen asks exasperatedly. It'd be one thing if he was using this to get information off someone but ehhh.

You snag the dagger from his hand (he didn't put up a fight) and point the blade as you speak. "My love, you don't understand the possibilities of this outfit!" Your eyes narrow, "Why don't you give me a twirl?", you murmur out while clasping your hands together.

"No," "Yes!" "No!" "Give us a twirl or you sleep with the wolves tonight." Threatened by you in your evil voice, Lohen sighs deeply and with a hand on his hip he takes a few steps to twirl around, heels clicking on the wooden floors. "There, happy?", he drawls out. "Yay!", you clap and bounce around as if you were the bunny instead. That brings out the smallest smirk from Lohen. You always manage to get what you want from him, one way or another.

After calming down, you slowly walk over and swiftly slice the stocking on his left leg. It was a clean tear that only grazed his skin enough to make a delicious sting.

'Now, it might be getting interesting', he's thinking, eyes growing hooded and smirk getting deeper and more crooked.

He should've known not to doubt your motives with this one, you almost had him but now things are looking up. As you smugly swagger over twirling his dagger (Archons he's so glad he taught you that, you look so hot), you lean into his face and whisper "You look even better than in my dream. I can't wait to cut you out of that costume until nothing but the ears are left."

You drag your finger up from the front of him, up over his navel, over the abs peeking through the skin tight suit, up his chest... And hook your finger into the top of the outfit. In the cleavage. And yank him towards you and into a slow kiss.

You move your lips against his at a leisurely pace. When he pulls an arm up to half embrace you, you push it back behind his back. When he rushes his other hand to grab the back of your head and pull you feverishly closer, you swiftly detach your lips from his with a soft pop that leaves his head moving after you. Raising the blade to his neck, he barely manages to stop moving before the tip pokes his Adam's Apple.

The slow, wanting gulp he does, just lightly catches it on the very end of the metal (he was swallowing a bunch of saliva, man's mouth was watering for this). By Barbatos, this is the sexiest moment of his life.

Saying nothing, you walk backwards a few steps while waving the dagger teasingly in front of your face. Placing right foot behind the left, you pivot yourself around and continue walking to the bedroom, spinning that damn dagger as you go on slowly.

With a crazed look in his eye, Lohen thinks that if his atonement continues like this, it'll be a total breeze! Heels clicking on the ground, he rushes forward and slides into the bedroom. "Wait wait, hey hold on for me babe!"

Inspired by playing through his story quest and this life changing Lohen in a bunny suit I saw

[ruruumin]

you are my destiny; you share my reverie ໒꒱‧₊˚

“i want to be closer to you,” he breathes softly into her ear, taking slow bites against her skin. his fingers dance alongside her pulse point, pressing against the soft spot until he feels a wince and shiver. “i want to be more than this.”

“any closer and i think you want to wear my skin.” 

his laugh comes out faster than expected. pushing her body closer to his, he gazes down at her with a tender expression—the red in his eyes growing brighter by the second. “that doesn’t sound so bad, does it?”

⤷ another great lohen work by the one and only @akamigi ; i couldn't help myself and had to order something for my soul eater au. akamigi socials: vgen || twitter || tiktok

[yumenosakiacademy]

LOHEN || STANDARDIZED TEST

[vivi-vovo]

Who hurt you?

Based on the story of the Bloodstained knight and white flower from Varka's character story

[salmonsaw]

لوهن

[0cul135]

bloodlust?

[salmonsaw]

Freminet Fic

my first fanfic kinda nervous. I cross posted this onto AO3 so if you see it anywhere else it ain’t me. But genuinely who wants this under their name. actress reader x Freminet.

Tw: a bit suggestive, perhaps a little ooc, no smut word count 1.1k

“Mon Cheri, it pains me to leave you like this.” The male lead strokes the female leads cheek. Pearly droplets fall from her eyes. Her beauty was akin to a doll.

“But I must, mon amour.” She replies, pulling away from the tender caress. She begins walking, then she looks back longingly.

“Surely, by the archons, we will meet again!” She says.

The lights fade to black and the audience explodes in applause. Roses are strewn across the stage as the actors bow and wave.

Freminet doesn’t throw his rose, instead, he hands it to the female lead as she walks backstage. Dull eyed and glowering. She takes the rose as she collapses onto a love seat, where attendants wipe off her makeup and disrobe her.

She twirls the vibrant flower in her hand, unamused.

“A singular rose?” She muses darkly. “How cheap for my first performance in the Opera Epicles.” Her piercing eyes meet Freminet’s dejected ones.

“I’m sorry, but it’s not the only thing I brought.” His eyes lighten up a bit. “Me and Pers made this too. He prods around for his bag and fishes out a box.

Curiosity piqued, she grabs the box and opens it. Lights switch on and 2 figures pop up. Freminet and You, little mecha figures dancing to music. The same song from the Opera you had just performed. On the bottom read,

“Ending and Emerging in Love! Starring Y/N and Freminet”

The clouds on her stormy face disperse as she beams radiantly. She gently sets down the music box and pounces on Freminet, who isn’t much taller than her.

They fall to the ground as she plants kisses all over his freckled cheeks, glowing a bright pink all the way to his ears as he strokes her hair awkwardly.

“If you like that one, I can always make more.” He strokes her hair awkwardly.

She doesn’t get to respond when her attendants and makeup artist drag her up to prepare her for the paparazzi and interviewers. She disappears into a fitting room, thrashing and kicking all the way.

Freminet stands up awkwardly, picking up the well received music box when he feels death glares stabbing at his back.

He can feel peoples eyes, and he can also feel when there’s ill will behind them. It’s standard practice for House of the Hearth kids. He turns around to find the owner and finds the devastatingly handsome male lead turning away from him. He turns away too, feeling his cheeks burn all over again. What did he do to piss him off?

Freminet is forced to follow behind Y/N’s team as they walk down the carpet together. Only because she would dig her heels and refuse to go out unless he came with her. He was reluctant, but it’s as she said, it’s her first show at the Opera Epicles. What kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t bow to her every whim?

Slipping on a mask and some sunglasses, Freminet walks out with Y/N. Cameras flashing brilliantly. But she doesn’t waver, doesn’t even wince as she gets flashed in the eyes. She just smiles and waves. Answering questions with her flowery voice and cute smile.

Freminet watches as she answers every question gracefully. She was in her element.

“This is your first performance at the Opera Epiclese, how do you feel?!”

“Oh it’s exhilarating! I’m so honored to be allowed to perform for all my lovely fans!” ☆

“Do you have any projects coming up?”

“Oh it’s a secret, but it won’t be for long~!”

“You’re so beautiful! Are you seeing anyone?”

“I’m in love with all my fans equally!” ♡

The last part made Freminets chest tighten even more. He was your fan, does that mean you loved him as much as the average fan? He wasn’t one for confrontation, but behind her, he was restless.

They finally make it back to the Hotel Debord. This time it’s Y/N wearing a mask.

“Ask them for a private dining room.” You whisper, tugging on his sleeve. Freminet’s thoughts scatter. A private dining room at the Hotel Debord? He barely had enough money for a side dish!

“How about we eat at the House?” He suggests gently. “Father isn’t home.” He immediately regrets his choice of words. He only said it because Y/N was intimidated by his Father. His face burns a violent red at the implication.

“That’s not what I meant!” He waves his hands as if to dispel the notion. “I don’t have a ton of mora, so I though-“

“Why would you need mora?” Y/N asks, giving a small laugh. She grabs his shoulder and giving him a good shake. “I’m taking you on a date! So go, walk your pretty little legs up there and ask for a private room. The best one available.” She orders, pushing him to the reception.

Freminet’s face has not been a normal shade the entire night? Pretty? He was going to die!

He orders the room and they’re eating Cream of Mushroom Soup and Garlic Baguette. Topped with a bottle of Fonta.

Y/N seems to be in a good mood. She’s sipping idly on her Fonta as she gazes at the music box, tinkling away its little melody. Freminet can’t take his eyes off her. Her makeup is smeared and he wishes he could just take her face is his hands and-

Her slender fingers cup his cheeks as she gives him a long kiss. Eyes staring sharply into his.

“I liked your idea,” she says pulling away. “The Knave isn’t home, you said?”

Freminet, panting and overwhelmed, can’t begin to form a coherent thought because there’s a string of saliva connecting their lips.

“Come on. My house is too far anyway.” She says, picking up their things as Freminet tries to collect himself.

Her fingers lace between his as she drags him out of the private room, a pep in her step. They turn the corner to find the male lead. Freminet can’t remember his name.

“Oh, Lady Y/N.” He says, stopping and giving a small bow. “The director is looking for you. We’re having a celebration for a successful show.” He says extending a hand.

Freminet wasn’t a violent person by any means. (Outside of work) but something about this handsome man who earlier that evening had been so intimately touching his lover, it made him want to chuck a wench at his sharp and chiseled features!

“Tell the director I have plans.” Y/N answers immediately, brushing past the man, dragging Freminet in tow.

Freminet chances a glance backwards to catch that same glare. But it’s quickly forgotten when they walk back to the House of the Hearth and go into Freminet’s room

[weepingpatroldragon]

I feel like Freminet fans (myself included) sometimes underestimate just how much Freminet's mom haunts his narrative. Like think about it.

Freminet's mom is the reason he is in the Hearth in the first place.

Because Crucabena lied about his mother abandoning him is what opened his eyes to how cruel and manipulative people can be and that's why he now has the ability to sniff out people's real intentions from a mile away which plays a huge role in his relationship with Lyney and the general dynamic he has with people.

Arlecchino giving Freminet his mother's necklace is arguably the reason why Freminet seems to have some semblance of trust towards Arlecchino as she was the only one to tell him the truth about what happened.

She was the only one to encourage him. Like think about it if she didn't encourage Freminet's interest in machinery. Freminet wouldn't have made Pers. Freminet wouldn't have fixed the pipe and met Lyney and Lynette or be able to develop a proper friendship with Charlotte because Charlotte is most fascinated by his ability to work with machines. Furthermore considering Freminet was reading fairytale books in his childhood despite their family being dirt poor makes me think that either his mother loved fairytale books just like him or she left them to distract Freminet, like give him some form of entertainment. Whatever the reason it may be it is because she kept those books is the reason Freminet has interest in fairytale which not only gave him encouragement and hope for the future, not only is that one of his special but it's literally what saved his life. Rereading Freminet's character story and the part where he looks towards the fairytale characters for guidance and i instantly get reminded that it's because of his mom he has that interest and it's because of his mom that he views fairytales so fondly. His whole philosophy of "I hope everyone experiences their own miracle in their darkest moments" is because of the influence his mom has on him.

Like no wonder he curses bloody marry on his biological father i would too if my mother was the sole reason i have some form of stability in the world.

No wonder he wants his mama to be proud of him because it's through her he's been able to have some semblance of happiness in a situation he was kinda doomed in because honestly she made the best decision she could have made considering her circumstances.

She didn't want to doom her child to a life of bloody corpses but what other options did she have. Fontaine sucks taking care of their children if she didn't take Freminet to the orphanage he would probably have been another victim of Fontaine trafficking.

This is just my opening thoughts because this realisation hit me recently I'll probably say more later.

But my current thoughts are that Freminet's mother is the most important person in Freminet's narrative. She is THE character haunting his narrative and we should treat her as such.

[salmonsaw]

I’m writing a Freminet fic

would anyone read it? There are a total of 13 Freminet x reader fics. I’m not a great writer and it’s mainly my Freminet brainworms writing. It’s an actress reader x Freminet fic.

[sweetmapel]

Wowwwwww the prettiest Lohen art

Cr : Maquesu1 (xtwitter)

[rubikor]

lumine outfit pretty