Requests are currently closed ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১𝗓 ᶻ . I'll be active and posting from Thursday to Sunday! ♡. Main Flins and Albedo lover, be ready for the spam. よろしくね～ ᯓᡣ𐭩
⊹⁺₊𓂃⋆⁺₊⊹ Hi there! I'm Strawberry ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡. I’m in my 20s and have a heart full of stories to tell. When I’m not here yapping away, you’ll likely find me lost in lines of code late into the night or gently navigating my mental health ♡.
In those rare, quiet moments when I’m free, my introverted soul loves nothing more than curling up with a book, sketching, or getting cozy with some video games. Please feel free to say hi! I speak English, Japanese, and Spanish—along with a little bit of Russian and German. Don't be shy, I promise I don't bite!
Here is my masterlist and the rules for making a request. I hope to see you soon! じゃあね~♡ ⊹⁺₊𓂃⋆⁺₊⊹
૮꒰ 𓈒. ݂ .𓈒ྀི ꒱ა ┊People often think Albedo would use pet names for his partner, but I honestly doubt it... He's such a courteous person that using nicknames in front of others might seem disrespectful to him. The same applies if you use the ones you have for him in public. I believe he wouldn't mind using them privately, just the two of you. If you're curious whether he'd give you a nickname and what it might be: it could be "Liebling," which means "dear" in German. He probably wouldn't use it often—maybe a few times on special occasions when it's just the two of you—and he would likely say it so casually that you'd only realize it later, haha.
STRAWBERRY!! PLEASE!! ALBEDO X READER ANGST!! FEED ME PLEASEEE
(ily ๑•͈ᴗ•͈๑)
૮꒰ 𓈒. ݂ .𓈒ྀི ꒱ა ┊Actually, I have a one-shot in progress with a lot of angst for 'Bedo. Let's cross our fingers and hope I find the inspiration to finish it ໒꒰ྀི ˶> ˕ <˶꒱ྀི১
૮꒰ 𓈒. ݂ .𓈒ྀི ꒱ა ┊My favorite part of acquiring a character I love is creating art studies of them. Although it's challenging—since Genshin characters are very detailed—it's enjoyable. This might also explain why my account isn't focused on meta; I simply want to have beautiful characters that I like to draw, haha ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა.
۶ৎ Characters: Lohen x reader, Lohen x you, Lohen x y/n
۶ৎ Category: Enemies to lovers (the mc is basically the hater here lol).
۶ৎ Warning: Kidnapping...?, possessive Lohen.
۶ৎ Masterlist: Strawberry's masterlist
۶ৎ Requests: Strawberry's request (closed).
૮꒰ 𓈒. ݂ .𓈒ྀི ꒱ა ┊Hello bunnies~♡, Strawberry here ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა. This is a continuation of Daggers and Blushes, because I kind of ended up liking it a bit too much... Anyway, as always, if you like my content, leave me some love and a comment. じゃあね~ ໒꒰ྀི ˶> ˕ <˶꒱ྀི১
The first thing you noticed when you opened your eyes wasn't the pain in your hand, or the strangeness of a room you had never seen before.
It was him.
Lohen sat at the edge of the bed watching you with an expression of quiet, undisguised pleasure, and the moment your eyes snapped open and found his, he made a small, satisfied sound.
"Buh~." Like he had been waiting for exactly that.
He watched you the way a wolf watches something small and warm that has nowhere left to run. Unhurried. Certain. You moved to recoil and the pain hit you immediately, sharp, unforgiving, and the sound that left you was embarrassingly honest. Your eyes dropped to your hand. Someone had wrapped it, clean white bandage over the wound he had put there himself.
"Ah, that." He shifted, settling more comfortably at the edge of the bed. One leg crossed over the other, elbow to knee, his face resting in his palm like a man watching something he found mildly entertaining. The boredom that usually lived in his expression when not fighting had been replaced by something worse, a slow, pleased smile. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. That will take some time to heal."
You looked around without moving too much. A bedroom. A nightstand on either side of the bed, one lamp casting dim gold light against the dark. The window showed nothing but night, deep and late, but still the same night. You hadn't been unconscious long. Small mercies.
"Where are we?" The venom in your voice only made his smile stretch wider.
"Isn't it obvious?" He lifted one gloved hand and gestured languidly at the room around him. "My house."
The words landed wrong. Your mind turned them over once, twice, found no version of them that made sense and discarded all of them. His house. Why. Any answer you could construct was a bad one, because this man — this knight, this particular brand of beautiful and unhinged — was not well. The pain in your hand was a constant, grinding thing you had to actively fight to keep off your face. He had bandaged it, yes. But he hadn't called a healer. He had simply wrapped what he had broken and sat down to watch you wake up.
He likes to see me suffer.
"You psychopath—" You tried to sit up. The room tilted sideways, your head throbbed once like a warning shot, and you dropped back against the pillow. Dear Archons, how much had you bled?
He laughed. Not meanly, that would have been easier to hate. He laughed like this was the most natural thing in the world, like your pain and your fury were both equally delightful to him. Then one gloved hand found your face, cold leather against your skin, and his long fingers curved under your chin, tilting your head up until you had no choice but to look at him.
"That mouth of yours," he said, the delight in his voice perfectly unhidden, "is going to get you into real trouble."
"It already has," you said. "And I'm still talking."
Something flickered behind those strange eyes.
"Now." His thumb traced the line of your jaw once, almost thoughtful. "Be good and rest."
"And if I don't?"
"Would you like me to pin you to the bed with my blades?" He asked it like a genuine question, and the way his eyes lit up at his own suggestion made your stomach turn. How could someone enjoy this so freely? And worse, how was someone like him a knight? What did the Knights of Favonius think they had on their hands?
"Try it," you whispered, with the same quiet venom he used to coat his blades, "and next time I'll make sure the dagger goes through your throat."
He leaned in, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your cheek, close enough that there was nowhere to look that wasn't him, and you saw it happen in real time. That pale, perfect skin, the colour that climbed into his cheeks, slow and undeniable, a pink so faint you might have imagined it.
You didn't imagine it.
"You know," he murmured, just for you, "I love when my prey fights back. It makes the process of..." the warmth of his breath moved closer, "...destroying them, so much more satisfying."
You didn't move. You weren't sure you were breathing. The only sound was the frantic drumbeat of your own heart telling you to run, to move, to do something, and you stayed perfectly still.
"Why am I here." It came out flat. You didn't have the energy to make it a question. "You were supposed to take me in."
He pulled back just enough to look at you properly, and his expression shifted into something that looked almost like confusion, genuine, briefly unguarded, as though the answer were too obvious to require a question.
"That would be boring, wouldn't it?" His hand moved from your chin. His fingers found a few strands of your hair instead, pushing them gently from your face, and you were either too exhausted or too frightened to slap him away. Both. Probably both. "You'll pay for your little theft, of course. But under my conditions."
That sounded considerably worse than a cell beneath the knights' headquarters.
Your eyes were losing the fight to stay open. You could feel it, the heaviness gathering at the edges of everything, and you hated that he could see it too. Lohen watched you in silence for a moment. You, who had thrown a dagger at his face when any sensible person would have been focused on survival. You, who kept talking when you had everything to lose and he had nothing. He hadn't decided yet whether you were reckless or simply unafraid of consequences, but he knew, with quiet and absolute certainty, that it didn't matter.
He liked it either way.
"Where are you going to sleep?" The question left your mouth before you could stop it and you immediately wished it hadn't. Stupid. So stupid.
He laughed, soft, brief, genuinely amused, and you felt your eyebrows pull together.
"Well," Lohen said, tilting his head, "I could always sleep here. With you."
The exhaustion vanished.
Your eyes opened fully. Heat rushed into your face so fast it reached your ears, a deep, mortifying pink, and you felt your whole expression do something you couldn't control, something caught between outrage and flustering and the very specific horror of being flustered here, with him, when he was looking at you like that.
Like he had just been given something.
Lohen looked at you, cheeks burning, furious, caught, and felt something settle in him with quiet finality. That expression. That particular shade of pink against the anger still written all over your face, the way you were embarrassed by your own embarrassment, the way you couldn't seem to decide whether to be more annoyed at him or yourself.
He wanted it.
Not just this one. All of them. Every expression you had, every reaction, the fury and the fear and this, especially this, he wanted them the way people want things they have no intention of sharing.
૮꒰ 𓈒. ݂ .𓈒ྀི ꒱ა ┊Yaho~ bunnies ໒꒰ྀི ˶> ˕ <˶꒱ྀི১♡. I might not post anything this weekend because I am busy working on my novels (yes, multiple) on AO3. I'll be updating Albedo's story pretty soon, and there may or may not be a little surprise to be posted here pretty soon. Wish me luck! Love you all ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა.
૮꒰ 𓈒. ݂ .𓈒ྀི ꒱ა ┊ Okay, this contains spoilers of his mission so STOP reading and complete it first.
I finished Lohen's story quest, and I really enjoyed it. He's a complex character—morally ambiguous and hungry for power, but with clear boundaries so he knows when to stop, though he often pushes limits a biiiiiit too much, he still seems guided by a sense of morality too. It's evident that part of his twisted personality stems from his kidnapping experience as a child, and I believe the distinct color of his eyes is also linked to this, as a result of Ursa's blood. Lohen also shows that he doesn't let his past hinder his goals. He's exactly the kind of character I love to write about: complex, morally gray, and a little too crazy (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)♡.
He will definitely be a character I will write about constantly ♡.
૮꒰ 𓈒. ݂ .𓈒ྀི ꒱ა ┊Not me disassociating at work while getting the whole plot for a short fanfic about a psycho I'm obsessed with (cough Lohen cough): Damn, that would be good asf... (˵◝ ⩊ ◜˵マ
(I want to study him so badly so I can write more about him!!)
૮꒰ 𓈒. ݂ .𓈒ྀི ꒱ა ┊It's so funny to think that Lohen probably has a loving family... and ended up THAT crazy and then you have Linnea who has been abandoned twice (this is what I remember, I apologize if I'm wrong) and she is a total cutie.
