wherever you are in the world, good morning, good afternoon, and good evening. please allow me to introduce myself!
you can call me Spot! by my teacher's request, i've been sent down to the mortal realm to help tell the stories of past soulmates, present partners, and future lovers.
below here, you can see my current status!
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leave days given/taken: in school again! may post more short form stuff.
age: turning 18 in july!
the worlds i write for: mostly genshin impact and honkai star rail, twisted wonderland
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as i am just a rookie, my teacher has said that i am not allowed to take any requests. or to put it more plainly, i currently do not take requests. but... he said that if i pass my skill test, he may reconsider!
he did allow me to take questions though, as long as they aren't too invasive. like asking about where i live and such. so please, if you have anything to say, write a letter for the mailbox! all replies will be tagged under #spotresponds.
just don't spam me, and we'll be good!
even though we're strangers, there must be mutual respect. it's a key ingredient in long-lasting relationships too!
so, while you spend your time here, please be mindful and respectful of each other. think before you send and make sure to stay kind when replying. constructive criticism is always welcome.
if you don't respect these rules, you will be blocked. no questions asked. i hope i won't have to do that to anyone. after all, i don't wish to see my faith in humanity misplaced.
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hm, i think that's all for now. i don't think i've missed anything. if you don't mind, i need to get back to work!
thank you for stopping by, and may our paths cross once more!
imagine lohen as your friendly neighbourhood spider-man!
tw: lohen being a sadist/masochist (what else is new).
a/n: as of writing this i have a test in the next 13 hours and spider-man!lohen won't save me or my to-do list.
spider-man!lohen who's not so 'friendly neighbourhood spider-man' and more 'vigilante with more questionable morals than your average villian'. criminals always piss their pants when they hear the cheerful "hey idiots!" and look up to see the masked hero dangling languidly from above. they say you'd wish the police caught you instead of spider-man.
spider-man!lohen whose signature colours are dark blue, white and black. apart from the trusty web shooters, he also has an assortment of daggers, poisons and rope at his disposal.
don't ask where he stores them all. you won't get an answer.
spider-man!lohen who prefers getting up close and personal when he needs to fight. after all, nothing is more reliable than your good ol' fists! plus lohen just loves the feeling of flesh connecting with his hands, the crack of bones when he forgets himself and exerts too much strength. he does try to practice self-control though. sometimes.
spider-man!lohen who ignores his spidey sense from time to time for the sole reason of getting hit ON PURPOSE. sure it's saved him from lots of sticky situations, like getting stabbed, getting blown up, when he's swinging in the air and a bird comes into his trajectory...
but he's a masochist and sorely misses the sweet, stinging pain he'd experience when he first started out. it's not like lohen would stay injured for long, so why not?
spider-man!lohen who plays and tortures the bad guys he deals with. making use of his speed and quick reflexes, he'll toy with the poor souls by cutting off escape routes and corner them all in one place, letting them run like lambs to the slaughter.
it's especially terrifying at night. you do not want to run into him at night.
spider-man!lohen who, has on more than one occasion, tied up his victims the criminals in a storage room and offered two vials of some substance to them. he never removes his mask, but you can feel the feral grin permeating through it.
"one vial contains poison, and one vial is the antidote. one of them will give you an excruciating death, and one will let you walk away with both legs. may the best man win!"
after, lohen removes the restraints and watches as the animals fight in front of him. it's the purest form of entertainment for him. it's not ethical, that's for sure, but who will tell on him? the two guys fighting for their life?
oh also there's no poison. they're both medicines lohen concocted himself but hasn't gotten the chance to test yet. however, since two lab rats graciously dropped into his arms, how could he refuse?
spider-man!lohen whose day job is actually a police officer. what a surprise right? he's technically putting himself and his colleagues out of a job, but it's also fun hearing the few of them talk shit about him—i mean spider-man.
equal parts loved, respected and feared, lohen can not only gain first-hand info on criminal syndicates in the area, he also has the patrol routes of each one of his colleagues. depending on who annoyed him that week, perhaps he'll drop in and lend a 'helping' hand.
count it as extra training! officers need to be aware at all times after all.
spider-man!lohen who's best friends and roommates with you, a small-time reporter. how you came to figure out he was spider-man wasn't because of some conspiracy theory, elaborate planning or deduction. it was because while you were doing the laundry, you saw the mask laying innocently in the pile.
at dinner, you chucked it onto the table in front of him.
"you're spider-man?"
"yeah."
"...that's all you have to say? 'yeah'?"
"yeah. i'm spider-man. don't tell anyone or i'm gonna have to silence you."
you freaked out for five minutes before settling on a deal with lohen that for each time you had to take over his share of the chores, you'd get three photos of him as spider-man. he agreed.
spider-man!lohen who's always wanted to tell you he was spider-man, but couldn't help but consider the repercussions if that ever happened. nonetheless, since you know now, he'll protect you with his life. he won't let you suffer because of him.
spider-man!lohen who visits you at work from time to time, knocking on the glass window of the 30-story high building and waving at you from the outside. the surprised look on your face is such a sight to behold each time, and you constantly wave your arms to shoo him away.
he's aware your boss isn't too fond of him, and as much as he'd like to stay to mess with him, he doesn't want to get you into trouble.
spider-man!lohen who lifts his mask up slightly to reveal his lips, blowing you a quick kiss and winks before speeding away, enjoying the brief minute he got to relish your blushing expression.
spider-man!lohen who has his ups and downs, finds respite in your arms. with you, he can drop the mask and the responsibilities that come along with his title, and be just lohen instead. he's more than grateful to have you in his life.
spider-man!lohen who carries you in his arms, swinging around as the city blurs beneath. he managed to convince you by promising that he'd take over all the sweeping and mopping for the next three months and that you'd get ice cream after this.
you were screaming at first, hands wrapped tightly around his neck and almost cutting off his blood circulation, but at least you've stopped now albeit with your eyes screwed tightly shut.
lohen somehow decides that now is the best time to confess.
"this isn't too bad for a first date!"
"what do you mean 'first date'!?"
spider-man!lohen who stops both of you on a tall construction crane with absolutely no space to maneuver around, so your only option (and the safest one) is to cling onto him and hope you don't fall as you sit on the very edge of the structure.
after you regain the ability to breathe, you question him.
"i don't think all first dates are supposed to be this death-defying?"
"and you've never known me to play it safe, have you?"
spider-man!lohen who smiles when he hears your laugh, the sound pleasant and the scene made even more beautiful with the setting sun behind you. the sunset's glow is cast over every angle of you, like you are the sunset itself. lohen finds himself removing his mask for a better view.
his gaze darts to your lips as you move in closer, the metal creaking slightly underneath.
"what if i fall?" you say softly, the words a mere whisper as you observe each movement.
"i'll fall with you. you go down, i go down." lohen responds, his eyes showing you the truth behind those words.
spider-man!lohen who grins when you kiss him, leaning backward and pulling him down with you.
as both of you plummet through the air, all lohen savours is the feeling of your lips against his and how much he loves you. when you break apart, he stares at you, pupils shaped like hearts while cupping your cheek tenderly.
even if it was the end of the world, lohen would still take his time with you.
spider-man!lohen who, as long as he gets to wake up to you in the morning, wouldn't mind protecting this neighbourhood for another day.
to the anon who requested me to review their writing:
allow me to first apologise for putting off a response for so long because i was deliberating on how best to answer to this.
second, allow me to thank you and just say that what an honour it is that you believe my writing is good enough for you to want to ask for pointers.
that being said, i am by no means a professional. i'm just someone whose only writing practice in life were the school essays she had to write and a short period of time my mom sent me off for essay writing classes because i had problems with my punctuation. even when writing fics now, i think my pacing's honestly total shit.
i truly don't believe that i am the right person to ask writing advice from but what i can say is that i personally think you wrote a lovely piece. i like the words you used, the character's actions they all made sense. to me that's what constitutes a good piece already!
unfortunately it is a fandom im not familiar with, so i can't give anything in the way of whether your writing was ooc or not.
i didn't want to directly answer to your ask because i wasn't sure if you'd be okay with your writing being posted publicly, yet it also didn't feel right to me that i didn't respond to you at all.
i definitely still have a long way to go as a writer and i can't speak for all the other amazing and talented writers on this site, but i DO truly believe you have what it takes. the most important thing is that you write what you want, love what you write, and believe that you CAN do it. everyone has those times when they think something they've created is horrible and the artist themselves hate it, but there is always someone out there who doesn't think so.
so keep asking and keep sharing! it's how everyone grows. i hope the next time i won't hear from you as an anon, but actually hear from you.
sorry for the rambling i've gone off point. but yes, thank you so so so so SO (1000x) much for having such a high opinion of me!
I've thought of something like angsty, idk if you wanna do something like this or not but just wanted to share this idea
As 2 people are dying one of them says something like
"I wished I could've been your lover in this lifetime"
something like that
And I was wondering if you could write something like that but just wanted to share this idea 🥹🥹🤍
Here's a sweet cookie <3
thank you so much for the cookie @sweetsunnyellie!!! chocolate chip is actually my favourite flavour, no kidding.
as for your idea it definitely has a lot of angst potential and i think we could set a scene for this with lohen. (choosing him in honour of his character teaser coming out.) idk if you've ever seen 'daughter of evil' but the background is what came to mind when i saw this.
i offer a short blurb as payment for the cookies and apologise because it's kind of mid.
tw: mentions of blood and death (its angst what did you expect)
reader and lohen are kinda crazy and toxic.
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"the two of us are wearing the same colour."
the words come out as a rasp, broken and almost missed were you not cradled in lohen's arms. of course he'd say that.
red is the colour he's referring to. the colour of the roses that sit by your bedside, the colour you were dressed in on your wedding night, and the colour of the warm and sticky substance that coats you both.
perhaps you should've seen it a mile away. who would ever willingly give up their love and freedom to a tyrant like yourself? though, you'd argue that your dear husband had no choice. you killed his one true love and forced him to marry you, after all.
combining that fact and the other egregious crimes you've committed over the years, it's truly no wonder he'd work with the townspeople to stage a coup against you.
honestly, you deserve it.
the servants have fled, your soldiers converted, and the once glittering palace has been robbed of all possessions, leaving nothing but you and lohen sitting in the middle of a desolate hall. outside, you can hear the death knell toll along with the cheers of your subjects. they're celebrating your death.
"i suppose we are. things seem rather jovial out there. will you not join them, lohen?"
you still find it in yourself to make such a jest, somehow, a poor excuse of a laugh following after as you wheeze and gasp for air, the gaping hole in your chest gushing more with each breath.
lohen merely shakes his head and raises a hand to your cheek, caressing so gently you'd have thought a butterfly landed were your eyes not open. they feel heavier and heavier as time goes on. you want to take a nap.
he stains your cheekbones red, a sole thumb dragging itself over your cold skin, marking you with his blood. or maybe it's yours, you don't really know nor care.
"and give you a chance to escape from me? keep dreamin'."
lohen's smile trembles slightly at the corners. you wonder if it's out of mania or fear.
"besides," he shifts to have you lay limply against him, your legs tangled together and interlocked. "till death do us part."
till death do us part. lohen's always kept by it, it seems.
he had first promised you at the tender age of five, back when the world was just limited to the barrier your parents set for you. under the old oak tree, lohen asked for your hand. you rejected him promptly, claiming that his station was too low. "a mere commoner asking for royalty." is what you said.
at the age of ten, he had asked again while both of you were hidden away in a closet, running away from your retainers who were trying to find you. you rejected him then too, more focused on escaping.
at the age of fifteen, he had asked after kissing you. by that time, lohen was already a member of the royal guard, having spent the earlier years of his life fighting his way into the position just so he could be closer to you.
on that day, you slapped him and ran.
and on the eve of your wedding day, at the age of twenty one, vice captain lohen had scaled the trellis and invited himself into your bedroom, looming over you with moonlight shining upon his entire being.
you will never forget those eyes, burning with rage and melancholy alike as their owner knelt down on his knees, asking you to run away with him, to abandon the life of a monarch and marry him instead.
"why won't you leave with me?"
"have you lost your mind? i am to be married tomorrow! with a man i love no less."
"does he?"
"what?"
lohen moved closer then, his body weight pinning you against silk sheets, hands clawing at you as he leaned into your space.
to this day, you still have the shape of his nails embedded into your skin.
"does he love you?"
"why should that matter? i love him, that is enough."
"and i love you."
you knew he did. since childhood, lohen's heeded your every command, no matter how small or grand, how tyrannical or heinous. even if bloodshed were involved, he'd still carry out the order, wearing a satisfied grin each time he came back triumphant.
if lohen didn't love you, why would he have killed the wretch your husband was so enamoured with when you asked?
"if you won't marry me, then let me have you." he had demanded. "let me worship you as you deserve. your soon-to-be husband will not deny me such a privilege."
so you did. allowed him to meld your bodies as one and commit the act as lovers do. not out of genuine love, but out of your obsessive need to feel wanted. if lohen could give you that, then you'd take all you could from him, as sick and twisted and corrosive as it was.
even if he was far from gentle, at least your body and soul were warm in that freezing night.
your mind is muddled from the blood loss, life slipping away from you like sand through an hourglass. lohen's condition could mirror yours, his lips pale and blood seeping from each wound on his body, the wounds that he had sustained while slaughtering his way to reach you.
still, he keeps that damned smile on his face. you loathe and adore it all the same.
"lohen."
"yes, my dear?"
"may we not meet in the next life." you sigh out the kindest and most merciful order you've ever given him.
and with one final shuddering breath, you stiffen in his arms, the light disappearing from your eyes and your lips slightly parted.
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in the remaining time after, lohen uses the precious seconds to admire the visage he's loved for all his life. even in death, you are still as radiant as ever. your husband must have been blind to not notice.
so what if you were cruel? so what if you were a tyrant scorned by the people? you were still you, and that's all lohen ever cared about.
he loves you. he admires you. he's obsessed over you. they can remember him as a lunatic for it if they must, but lohen loves you. the gods must be moved by his devotion too, for he has been granted his wish of dying with you.
"how romantic, no? we were simply meant to be, you and i. no one can separate us now."
ah, he's slurring, his time must be almost up. lohen doesn't feel as nervous as one ought to be at the end of their life. after all, he'll be seeing you again very soon.
pressing his lips against yours, lohen whispers.
"i wish i could've been your lover in this lifetime."
hm, dying in an eternal kiss. a rather peaceful end for a tyrant and a knight.
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and that's a wrap! once again thank you so much for this idea! i really enjoyed writing it and i hope i've given it the justice it deserves!
synopsis: they say poetry and letters were humanity's earliest means of expressing their thoughts. as such, will it be able to absolve the misunderstanding between you and lohen?
lohen x fem!reader, childhood friends to strangers to lovers.
university au.
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-> prologue: to the one who (probably) hates me.
-> chp 1: dearly have i missed you.
-> chp 2: your hatred sets this lifeless heart afire. (WIP)
feat. sunday, danheng and jingyuan with fem!reader
round 1 here!: phainon, anaxa, ashveil
SUNDAY:
♡ pads with wings...? what kinds of pads? and why do they have wings? are you talking about wings like his or—
♡ oh, you're on...alright, he understands.
♡ you'll have to kindly excuse sunday. he's only asking because he wasn't sure of what you're referring to and doesn't wish to misunderstand. that and his knowledge on the subject is painfully meagre.
♡ it was never truly touched upon when he was a young boy, with gopher wood more focused on moulding him into the perfect oak family head and claiming that "such things are better left to the ladies' to concern themselves with."
♡ but it didn't stop an eleven-year-old sunday from sneaking in books about the female body and reading up what he could about periods so that he could better support his sister, hiding the 'forbidden material' under floorboards. he even helped robin clean her stained bedsheets because she was too ashamed to go to anyone.
♡ this continued for a month until he was caught and punished.
♡ sunday doesn't know much and he's aware that everyone is different, so he'll likely ask you more questions on what kind of pads you need and what would make you feel better, albeit shyly. combined with previous experience, i'd say he'd do just fine in picking out pads for you.
♡ needless to say he's also very relieved that the pads don't actually have wings/feathers. he'd have to watch his own otherwise.
♡ anyways, have some snacks. it's all your favourites, right? sunday had to ask the others on the express for your preferences so he hopes it's all to your liking.
"is there anything else you need?"
"nope! thank you, sunny. you're the best!"
♡ his wings twitch and flutter to cover his red cheeks at your words.
DANHENG:
♡ i feel like he'd be in the same boat as sunday, but the reason is that he's of a different species entirely. the vidyadhara don't reproduce and their anatomy would likely not be the same as a human's. i'd argue that he's even more clueless than sunday because of this fact, but he makes up for it by being a fast learner.
♡ you are someone very near and dear to his heart, and no words can truly describe the affection and care he holds for you. so of course, danheng shall do all he can to figure out the best plan of action to make sure he gets the correct 'pads with wings' for you.
♡ we're calling ashveil the detective? HAH. no. danheng is the true detective with how he's noting down everything you're saying and asking questions on the different types of pads you have for daily use. dude mumbles and nods to himself after and makes a whole mindmap, with arrows connecting everything.
♡ like a man on a mission, he goes off to the store to buy the pads, referring to the notes each time he picks up a pack and studies it at all angles. he's also another one who would ask for help from the other ladies, whether that be the girls on the express or the customers in the store.
♡ but between you and me, danheng definitely goes to himeko for guidance first.
♡ he comes back to the express with his hands full, one hand carrying the pads and the other carrying some items himeko had told him would help you.
♡ as bothered as danheng may seem like on the outside, he's actually internally sweating at the thought he might've gotten something wrong even though he triple and quadruple-checked everything before he dared to return.
♡ still, for a guy who's so new to this, he's done a good job. just watch out for a particularly clingy danheng in the next couple of days. must be the vidyadhara instincts kicking in.
"danheng, you're hovering again."
"himeko said i'm supposed to treat you like a princess this week. i'm merely doing as she says."
JINGYUAN:
♡ the general of the xianzhou luofu. god i have nothing appropriate to say about this man. totally unrelated just wanted to get that out there.
♡ the minute you opened your mouth to ask for pads, the follow-up question jingyuan will ask is "are you sure that's all you need?"
♡ at this rate you could ask for the sun or moon or any celestial body and jingyuan would procure it for you himself. emphasis on the 'himself'. since you asked him personally, he's making it his number one priority. say bye bye to the paperwork he needs to sign.
♡ jingyuan's attentive and smart. he knows every single one of your tells that heck he doesn't even need a calendar to track your periods because he's already had it memorised.
♡ like, is he the one having the period or are you?
♡ he's the guy who already has everything planned out like a month before so you don't have to worry about anything during shark week. they don't call him the divine foresight for nothing.
♡ jingyuan's always placed emphasis on the both of you being candid and honest with each other, and he believes such topics shouldn't be a taboo subject in your relationship. you are free to come to him about needing sanitary products or just anything in general if you're comfortable sharing.
♡ so should it really come as a surprise when you wake up to the smell of jasmine tea in the air, breakfast placed at the bedside table with a little note and the pads with wings you asked for? you should be falling deeper and deeper for this man.
♡ bonus with the fact that jingyuan's hands could double as a heated water pad for your cramps, with him gently tracing shapes onto your skin.
♡ beware, however. being the cunning man he is, jingyuan will use it as an excuse to stay in bed with you longer.
"jingyuan, the water pad isn't hot anymore. i'm gonna go warm it up again."
"mmph, no, just use my hands. they never get cold. stay with me a while more, dearest."
im gonna be so fr this is not what i expected when i saw the notif but allow me to say it is truly an honour to be tagged by an amazing writer such as @delilahdreaming for this game.
without further ado here i go guess!
'in the event you don't read this...' (lohen x fem!reader series, gonna be working on chp 2 soon 👍)
part 2 of 'scare your way into my heart!' (yandere scare actor!lohen x reader, might just save this for halloween)
round 2 of 'pads with wings' (this will be with sunday, dan heng and jingyuan)
the beauty and the beast plot with sunday as belle and reader as the beast
the first one is technically the only WIP as the rest are just ideas and i have a habit of doing one thing at a time before starting another draft. i don't really have many WIPs ( T∀T)
as for tags i don't really know anyone on this platform and im too shy so um i shall offer up my moot @whats-in-a-name-anyways as the holy sacrifice (pls forgive me).
ANYWAYS THANK YOU SO MUCH WHAT A BLESSING TO BE INCLUDED IN THIS GAME!!!
how i think these guys would interpret 'pads with wings'.
feat. phainon, anaxagoras and ashveil with fem!reader
a/n: i have no idea if anyone's written this but the idea was too good to pass up
round 2 here!: sunday, danheng, jingyuan
PHAINON:
♡ phainon WILL get it for you, no question.
♡ he doesn't care if he has to climb mountains, go through all 33550336 cycles again or fight irontomb, he will complete this mission and get his dawnlight her pads with wings.
♡ but when he gets to the store, phainon's utterly flabbergasted by the amount of choices in stock. i mean, there's daytime, nighttime, panty liners and a whole bunch of others he's pretty sure he doesn't know the use for.
♡ but hey, since it's you, phainon will take this with the utmost seriousness. anything less is an affront to his love for you.
♡ i feel like he'd definitely ask the other ladies in the aisle with no hint of embarrassment or shame. because what's there to be ashamed about a perfectly natural cycle of life? if anything, phainon wishes he was the one to bear all your painful cramps.
♡ after phainon completes his haul, that is to say a whole year's worth of pads he proudly carries like a trophy, he skips off to buy you wings because that's what you want. and of course he needs to buy them from your favourite place!
♡ after everything is done, phainon heads straight home and presents it all to you like he's a soldier sharing the spoils of war with his queen. he's practically an excited puppy when he places everything in your lap, looking to you for approval.
"um, phai, what is all this...?"
"your pads with wings!"
♡ phainon doesn't know why you burst out in laughter all of a sudden, but eventually understands what you actually wanted after you explain.
♡ kephale above, how could he mess up something so simple?! you counted on him for this and yet he's screwed everything up! no, he simply must go out again and get the correct pads.
♡ however, you prevent him from doing so when you wrap your arms around him and pull him onto the bed, thanking him in that angelic voice of yours.
♡ ah, well, guess he's staying.
♡ the next time you ask, phainon won't make the same mistake.
ANAXAGORAS:
♡ you want pads with wings? sure, he can do that for you. just to be clear, is that pads with wings or pads with wings? why are you looking at him like that? did you truly think he was going to decline your request? how foolish.
♡ anaxa may be labelled a fool, but he is by no means ignorant. in fact, he predicted that you'd ask him this question from how your brow creased by one degree.
♡ oh, and also the fact he's been tracking your cycles. he KNOWS what's going on. anyways, pads with wings, yes?
♡ surprisingly, anaxa knows exactly where the pads are located. it causes one to wonder the how and why, but that's not the point. what is the point is the fact that he has a notebook detailing what kind of pads you use on what days and how your period is usually like.
♡ we shall not question this because there is no shame in a guy wanting to know his lover better through her periods. but yeah he has it all colour-coded, dated and charted. it's as meticulous as the experiment logs he writes.
♡ anaxa treats the selection process like he's preparing a lecture on the care of dromases. that is how important it is. he critiques based on the material, comfort, your preferences...
♡ whatever people look for in pads, anaxa's already considered it. as such, he manages to pick out a few and extras for backups. always good to be prepared, and he isn't one to be underprepared.
♡ it might be worth mentioning that anaxa stares at the packs with such intensity it makes one think he has a vengeance against them, but no he's just evaluating which one has the higher percentage of absorbency.
♡ he even buys a few painkillers, a heating pad and some chocolate for you before heading home. needless to say, you're pleasantly surprised by it all.
♡ anaxa gets to feel proud of himself, and more importantly, you are taken care of. what more could he ask for?
"anaxa, how did you even think of all this? i only asked you to get pads with wings."
"pah, that's a rather shallow assumption of me. am i not more intimately acquainted with your body than most?"
♡ an amused smirk appears on anaxa's face as he dodges the pillow you throw at him.
ASHVEIL:
♡ pads? okay hold on, let him check how many credits he has left in his bank account. no no, you are not paying for them. over his dead body.
♡ i don't believe ashveil would be as enthusiastic as phainon or meticulous like anaxa, but it's more so his 'experience' comes from time itself.
♡ ashveil performs this task based off deduction and gathering of clues, like any good detective. it may not be detailed, but he has a general idea of what you want and how he should get the job done.
♡ maybe he'd feel a little awkward while he's buying the pads. not because of the act itself, but the fact that he's a tall old man (who looks young?) wearing a fedora with his arms crossed while looking at different brands.
♡ i mean, would you not get suspicious of such a guy?
♡ ashveil definitely does do the thing all old people do, the object far away as he snaps a pic with the phone close to his face for you to review. he takes a few, waits for your input, gets the ones you want and pays for them with whatever money he has left for the month.
♡ sanitary products are expensive, but you just let him worry about that, m'kay? your comfort is more important, and ashveil was raised to be a gentleman after all.
♡ when it comes to food, ashveil is going all out. he doesn't just buy wings. he buys you a whole meal. drinks, snacks, desserts, you name it. ashveil admits, he might've gotten a bit too carried away and he's blaming it on the appetite of that thing in his arm.
♡ no worries, if you can't finish it, the rest can be kept as leftovers. or maybe he'll eat it all, who knows.
♡ all in all, ashveil knows he's done a good job when he sees the grateful smile on your face. ah, how sweet his darling is.
"ashveil, how much was it all? i'll pay you back."
"ah, no. what did i say? it's on me. now start eating or else i'm stealing all your fries."
synopsis: they say poetry and letters were humanity's earliest means of expressing their thoughts. as such, will it be able to absolve the misunderstanding between you and lohen?
lohen x fem!reader, childhood friends to strangers to lovers. university au.
tw: emotional manipulation by lohen??? (tbh idk if it counts i think i made them kinda messy-)
a/n: crine rn why is this so ass also mom help where did all these people come from
heulsuse means crybaby in german!
masterlist here!
chp. 1: dearly have i missed you.
"do you need me to enact vengeance."
you choke on your drink and hurry to swallow rather ungracefully, pounding on your chest as the mouthful travels painfully down your throat. seeing this, eula flusters and reaches across the table to give your back a few firm pats, handing you a napkin as she does.
perhaps talking about the incident over brunch wasn't one of your brightest ideas, but you desperately needed to vent out all your frustrations with regards to the life crisis called 'being lohen's pen pal'.
thanking her with a raspy voice, you slowly regain control over your breathing and shake your head.
"there's no need, eula, i swear. i can deal with it."
you'd like to think so, anyways. maybe saying it aloud will help convince your heart that it isn't affected by the complicated mess of feelings and memories that surfaced after your meeting with lohen, as futile as it is.
eula stares at you for a good minute before letting out a sigh, a concerned frown marring her fair complexion. the worry in her gaze is palpable, and you know she doesn't fully believe you. it's understandable, really, because you don't believe yourself either.
in an attempt to reassure her, you reach for both her hands, clasping them gently in yours and send an earnest look her way.
"i'll be fine. it's just for one year."
eula huffs.
"yes, a year communicating with a scoundrel who's brought you so much pain sounds like such a fine idea to me. (name), surely you understand my concern?"
her tone reminds you of the time you overheard an older sister reprimanding her younger siblings for running off on their own in the mall, the younger ones sporting guilty expressions as their sister continued to admonish them. you feel quite like them in this case.
you've mentioned lohen a handful of times to eula before, when life grows to be too much and the both of you bond over personal turmoil, seated on the carpeted floor of your shared dorm while drinking the cheap wine she snuck in with plastic party cups.
on those days, your passionate ranting always ends with you becoming a blubbering drunken mess sprawled out on the floor, aggressively wiping the hot tears rolling down your cheeks. eula's never shown you any disdain or annoyance, only comforting you in her own way.
"cease your crying." is what she says, gently prying the cup from your hands and giving you an awkward but tight hug. though the words sound harsh, you can feel the care in them all the same.
over the three years you've known her, eula's become more like family to you than a close friend. you're grateful to have her in your life.
"i understand where you're coming from, and i know what i'm getting into."
you pause and avert your gaze from hers, opting to stare into your drink instead. the liquid's still surface reflects your determined expression.
"i've tried convincing myself that i don't need to know, that i don't want to know, but the truth is that i've never stopped caring for the past seven years."
"this is my chance to finally get an answer, eula. even if i have to jump through hoops to get it, i'll do it. i just want to know why."
you say it all in one breath, heart thumping crazily in your chest and the blood rushing in your ears as you inhale deeply. you never planned to say all that, it just came out in the heat of the moment.
glancing at eula, you watch how surprise morphs into something akin to approval. she adjusts her grip so that her hands covers yours instead, the spark in her eyes clear as day.
"if that's your choice, i'll support it. just be careful, alright? don't get too involved with him."
"i won't, promise!"
you really hope it'll be as simple as that.
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Title: Week 1 of torture, only 51 weeks to go.
to lohen,
the title makes me feel better so no i won't be entertaining any questions on it.
i guess you're expecting me to make the first move since i'm the one who wants something from you. i don't know why i'm humouring you, but here we are. feel free to laugh.
as much as i'd like to delve deep into the complaints i have about you, i'm pretty sure this singular piece of paper won't be able to fit everything. not that you'd care anyways.
back to the point of this letter, let's meet at the angel's share at five. i've double-checked your schedule and everything so don't tell me you can't show up. call it an abuse of power, but to use your own words, i frankly don't care.
be punctual. you know i hate it when people are late.
sincerely,
(name)
p.s. i've decided to write one complaint: your smiles are uncanny and scary. they've always been since childhood. that's all.
Title: Week 1 of the BEST year of my life.
to (name),
you're cute, you know that?
you have no idea how thrilled i was to find this at my seat! making use of what i sent you, hm? compared to the one you wrote last time, this letter seems much longer. not that i'm complaining! i always love to hear from you, whether or not you have anything to say. that hasn't changed.
don't worry, i wouldn't dare be late. a loyal knight shouldn't disappoint his princess after all.
speaking of which, you still remember? you used to throw a fit when i didn't play the role of knight well, stomping your foot and everything. it amused me so much that sometimes i did it on purpose just to make you tick and see you pout. i would apologise, but i'm actually not sorry at all.
anyways, can't wait to see you!
sincerely,
lohen
p.s. and since we're talking about complaints, i have one for you too: you didn't give this to me in person. that's all. :)
the words should aggravate you more, but all you can focus on is how your cheeks flush when you get to the 'princess' part. unwittingly, a small smile makes its way onto your face as well when you realise the general pettiness of it all.
it seems that even in adulthood, lohen still manages to effortlessly match whatever attitude you give him. you hate to admit it, but you've missed squabbling with him, even if it's over words on paper.
you wonder if lohen misses it too.
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1 message from: pen pal guy (WHY)
pen pal guy (WHY): look up
when you glance out the window to your left, you see lohen with his phone in hand and the message interface open, a subtle smile on his face as he waves at you. before you can decide whether or not to wave back, he disappears out of sight and reappears through the doors of the angel's share, making a straight beeline for your booth.
"you're an hour early."
you somehow manage to keep your tone neutral, fighting down the butterflies threatening to flutter out your throat as you watch lohen slide into the opposite seat, the two of you facing each other perfectly now. his eyes form tiny crescent moons when they meet yours.
"i said i wouldn't be late. why do you sound surprised?"
"your past history would say otherwise."
the glance you receive from lohen tells you that he definitely heard your mumble, but just chose not to respond. a brief spark of glee makes itself known as you clear your throat and offer a placating smile.
"i thought you were supposed to be busy at this time."
lohen shrugs and lets out a non-committal hum, picking up a butterknife from the side tray and twirling it between his fingers, addressing you as he does.
"i was. but then i decided the rest of the stuff i needed to do was less important, so i cleared my schedule."
the way he says it is casual, like choosing you over prior commitments was what came naturally and something that didn't need a second thought. like you were never a second thought.
under different circumstances, perhaps you would've been overjoyed to hear that instead of feeling ever so conflicted.
"if that's the case, why did you leave without telling me?"
there's a slight pause in the knife-twirling before it continues again, though the speed has significantly decreased. lohen's brows knit together for a split second before smoothening out again, easily missed if not for the fact you were watching so closely. he laughs breathily, the sound more courtesy than actual joy.
"not going to ask how i've been first? that's a little heartless."
don't scream, don't scream, don't fucking scream. you repeat the mantra in your head over and over again, until the sudden hot flash of anger slowly simmers down and your thoughts aren't somewhat consumed by rage. you take a deep breath before asking again.
"only friends ask each other that. answer my question, lohen."
it's obvious that your voice is strained, the threads of composure slipping away the longer you sit there waiting. but of course, lohen being lohen, he has to say something to test that patience.
"aren't we friends?"
"seems like you're not feeling conversational. let's try again another day, i'm leaving."
"no, hold on."
a sharp clatter is heard as cold fingers wrap around your wrist, the grip light but firm and the butterknife left abandoned to the side. lohen's gaze is already on you when you look at him, serious and intense in a way you can't describe.
"i want to talk. but there are some things i can't tell you yet, why i left being one of them."
the words are soft, devoid of the snark and slyness from before, and the whiplash causes your skin to turn to gooseflesh. even so, the indignation caused by them still burns in your heart.
"that's the equivalent of telling me nothing!"
"i know."
"do you?" you scoff. "i don't think you were left waiting for five whole hours like a fool, but you were definitely the one who left without a word. tell me what kind of a friend does that."
a minute of heavy silence falls thereafter, the clinking of glasses and the chatter of other diners serving as the only background noise. you don't dare move as you feel lohen's touch travel down to your palm instead, encasing your hand in his.
"heulsuse," he starts, and you berate yourself internally for the shiver that runs down your spine at the nickname. "i'm a total piece of shit, i know, and a peasant who doesn't deserve anything more than the scraps you're willing to give him."
"but i need you to trust me and give me more time, heulsuse. please."
oh, how long it has been since he called you that.
because you are of weak will, you make the mistake of stealing a glimpse at him. and boy does lohen look ever so pitiful.
those dark, soulless eyes are watery and practically begging for you to believe him, for you to open up that sweet little heart of yours so that he can occupy it once more. not that the space reserved for him in there is completely gone, that is.
the whole act would've been believable if not for the self-deprecating smile upon his lips.
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"heulsuse, heulsuse! look at what i caught for you!"
with a toothy grin, lohen presents his catch to you: a wriggling white rabbit with ruby red eyes.
the poor thing struggles and squeaks helplessly in the air, held up by its long ears as lohen proudly looks towards you. however, you seem to care less about the animal and more about the broken music box in your hands.
"i have a name, lohen! stop calling me that! and go away, i don't want to see you!"
with that, you turn your back towards him, clutching the wooden box close to your chest as you fiddle with the parts, sniffling while trying to piece everything back together.
bunny still in hand, lohen sits down on the steps next to you, watching as you shift away from him when he gets close. this continues until both your tiny bodies are squished together at the edge of the steps, with you leaning into the railing and lohen leaning into you.
"i said go away."
"why?"
"because you broke my music box, you brute! how am i supposed to play it now?"
"on accident! it's just a music box anyways, i can buy you a new one."
instead of comforting you, lohen's flippant words only make you bawl even harder, the tears and snot running freely down your face. you land a weak punch to his shoulder, with lohen angling himself so the rabbit in his lap doesn't get caught in the crossfire.
"it's not 'just a music box'! my nana gave it to me for my birthday, so it's special! i'd been taking such good care of it until you had to knock into me and make me drop it!"
he stares quietly as you hiccup, the heartbroken look on your face leaving a sour taste in his mouth. after thinking for a moment, lohen makes up his mind.
"give it to me. here, hold the little one."
"wait, you can't do that!"
ignoring your surprised cry, lohen dumps the fluffy animal into your lap and takes the box from your hands, scrutinising it from every angle before getting to work.
it isn't long before he's done and returns the repaired object.
"see if it works, heulsuse."
both of you watch in anticipation as you turn the dial of the music box, waiting for a minute before a tune begins to play. instantaneously, your somber expression lights up with joy.
"you fixed it! oh, thank you thank you thank you, lohen!"
you throw your arms around him for a quick embrace before releasing him, too enamoured with your music box to notice the blush on his chubby cheeks.
"does that mean you forgive me, heulsuse?"
even though he sounds like he couldn't care less about your answer, his voice is still tinged with the tiniest bit of nervousness and bashfulness. lohen stares at you intently as well, as if it will help him to figure out how you'll respond.
fortunately for lohen, you've always been weak when it comes to him.
"um, only if you stop calling me heulsuse!"
at your proclamation, lohen only giggles and uses his sleeve to wipe off the junk on your face, causing you to whine something about dirtying his clothes. he isn't too bothered though.
"but you cry all the time. i only chose a name that suits you."
"no i don't! i'll stop playing with you if you keep calling me that."
"okay, i'm sorry. forgive me, (name)?"
"...hmph. i guess i could."
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heulsuse. heulsuse, heulsuse, heulsuse.
the name both mocks and soothes, reminding you of the girl who had once devoted her love to her childhood friend, the one too soft-hearted against his pretty words and promises.
you haven't changed much, you think.
"fuck you."
you swear honestly, full of spite and half in longing. in response, the lunatic cackles loudly, not caring for the looks sent his way.
he plants a kiss upon your fingers, the touch as light as a feather, eyes never leaving yours as the nonsensical words come out of his mouth.
synopsis: they say poetry and letters were humanity's earliest means of expressing their thoughts. as such, will it be able to absolve the misunderstanding between you and lohen?
lohen x fem!reader, childhood friends to strangers to lovers. university au.
a/n: i wanted to make this series as a countdown to lohen's banner sooo yeah.
masterlist here!
prologue: to the one who (probably) hates me.
-> from: tevyat university
"congratulations student, you have been assigned with: lohen. thank you for signing up with the pen pal project! happy writing!"
"...you have got to be fucking kidding me."
the name 'lohen' stares back at you from your phone. you double and triple check the email, refreshing to see if it would change at all. however, when the name remains unchanged even after five refreshes, the reality of the situation starts to sink in on you.
seven years. seven years since he left a sixteen-year-old you waiting in the fields in your hometown, seven years since you lost all form of contact with him, and three years since you've stopped seeing him in your dreams.
exactly two years since you ran into him on campus while exiting the library, and two years you've spent actively avoiding him.
and now, in your last year of university, the school system has decided to pair you up with him.
you deny it at first, thinking of it as some kind of scarily specific prank by some hacker who has a vengeance against you. but the email address is legit, the number pasted at the bottom is a real one and this is definitely an event you regret joining.
according to the website, you and your pen pal will be matched according to your answers given on the questionnaire provided when you first sign up. based on your personality, interests and hobbies, the perfect partner will be found for you. (the website's words, not yours.)
once you are matched, an email will be sent to each of you, containing the other person's name and phone number. then, over the course of one school year, you'll exchange letters and get to know each other better. obviously, the main goal of the project is for willing participants to make friends and connect with other students on campus.
by that logic, it meant the system believed you and lohen would get along with each other and were highly compatible.
the algorithm they're using must be outdated, you believe, if they put you with lohen of all people.
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lohen.
the name leaves a bittersweet taste on your tongue, reminding you of the childhood you once had with him until everything fell apart.
the both of you used to play in the fields behind his house when it was dark, catching fireflies and gazing at the stars. you'd stay there until dawn and then sneak back into your house through the window, with lohen waving you goodbye as he rushed back home as well.
a younger you would always look forward to when lohen knocked on the door, politely asking your parents for permission to play with you before throwing all decorum out of the way and dragging you out by the arm when they agreed. as he got older, he stopped asking and just waited by your bedroom window with his arms held out, telling you to jump down and he'd catch you.
"that boy is as unpredictable as can be." your mother would sigh. yet she never once forbade you from hanging out with him.
perhaps it was bound to happen, a given even with how much time you were spending with lohen, but you fell for him at the age of fourteen. from there, not only was he your best friend, lohen became your first love.
the fairytales you used to read as a child, where a knight would fall in love with a princess, suddenly meant so much more to you, your young, naive, foolish mind imagining that you were the princess and lohen was your knight.
you'd dream of a precious romance, one untainted by the struggles of reality and adulthood, one where you and lohen would skip off into the sunset together and live out a happily ever after together.
yes, it was childish for a girl your age back then, but it was your whole world. that's how much lohen meant to you. it's why you spent another two years pining after him before you finally decided to confess in the fields both of you so dearly loved.
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you waited.
you waited and waited and waited.
you waited until the sun set, until the sky turned dark and the stars made their appearance, until the fireflies came out.
you waited until your parents found you in the middle of those fields, crying your heart out.
lohen never came.
it wasn't until the next morning that you found out he had moved without telling you. no note, no words, nothing.
he just...left.
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*ding!*
2 messages from: unknown
unknown: hey
unknown: your my pen pal right?
great, as if you didn't have enough to worry about already.
you aren't lost on who this is. since they're claiming to be your pen pal, this is can only be lohen who's texting you.
you don't know why your heart is pounding so fast. you aren't the one who ditched someone and left without a word seven years ago. if anything, he should be the one who's nervous.
you: lohen.
unknown is typing...
unknown: straight to the point huh? i like it.
unknown: its been a while (name)
you scoff. he's acting like only a year has passed and not seven.
you: more than a while you mean
you: ykw i dont have to do this im blocking you
you: bye
your thumb hovers over the 'block' button when another influx of messages comes in.
unknown: wiat
unknown: u want an answer i know
unknown: meet me outside main hall
unknown: youll get one
the green dot beside the empty profile disappears. lohen's gone offline.
you're not going. you're blocking his number and you're not going. why should you? you didn't get an answer seven years ago, and you certainly don't need one now.
you can just ignore this conversation and pretend it never happened and carry on with your lohen-less life. you've managed to survive for this long.
...
you're going to regret this.
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it isn't hard to spot lohen amidst the sea of students, leaning casually against a pillar and scrolling on his phone. you spent more than half your life with him after all. you don't approach him immediately, opting to stand a distance away to observe.
visually, he hasn't changed much. still the same murky green hair, bored expression, the singular mole underneath his right eye. the only difference is that the baby fat around his cheeks has slimmed down and he's gotten taller, along with the dagger piercing on his left ear.
you curse your heart for picking up speed when lohen finally notices you.
he smiles at you, all smug and a hint of something you don't dare name as fondness. you shuffle over to him.
"hey."
"hi."
you shoot him a confused glance as lohen opens his arms, as if expecting you to do something.
"what are you doing?"
he tilts his head at you innocently.
"aren't you gonna hug me?"
"no? why would i do that?"
"you used to greet me with a hug when we were kids. you don't remember?"
the audacity of this guy. does he still think the both of you are on good terms to ask for a hug from you? how shameless can he get?
"we're not kids anymore. i'm not hugging you."
lohen only shrugs and crosses his arms in response. a minute of silence passes before you clear your throat and speak up.
"you said you had an explanation."
you watch as he nods and digs around in his bag, pulling out an envelope that has definitely seen better days. lohen offers it to you as you stare in disbelief.
the edges are torn, the envelope itself is crumpled beyond repair and there's even a red-brownish stain that you hope isn't dried blood on a corner.
"...what is this?"
"your explanation. anyways, i have a class to get to. don't be a stranger alright?"
with that, lohen brushes past you, leaving you stunned to process the whole interaction.
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you only open the letter after a long day of classes. it seems that apart from his appearance, lohen's penmanship is also another thing that hasn't changed after all this time.
it took you some time to decipher his messy scrawls, but you manage to get through the letter.
my dear to (name),
ignore that tiny mistake. anyways! i will be sending my schedule to you soon. it has all my classes, electives, my club activities, you name it.
i understand that this isn't what you want and i frankly don't care. but since the both of us are pen pals now, i thought why not make use of this opportunity? fun right?
if you want an answer from me, you'll have to write to me and ask for it.
you know my schedule, you know where to find me.
hope to hear from you soon!
sincerely,
lohen
as if on cue, your phone goes off with a message from lohen. he's sent you a document of everything he mentioned in the letter.
what a bastard.
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"lohen! a girl asked me to pass this letter on to you."
lohen takes the envelope from varka, the latter slinging an arm around his shoulder, a wolfish grin on his face.
"when did you get yourself a girlfriend huh? didn't even bother to tell the rest of your club buddies?
a yelp is heard from varka as lohen shoves him off lightly.
"she's not my girlfriend. yet."
with thinly veiled excitement, lohen opens the letter which reads:
to lohen,
i hate you.
sincerely,
(name)
truly, he couldn't be happier.
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tags for lohen works: @pjselee, @thedamseletteofficial, @salmonsaw, @fireriyu
i feel like silver wouldn't be too bad at it. i mean the guy has literally been trained by an ex war general his whole life and he keeps up with daily training. have you seen the muscles on his PE card??? yeah he can definitely throw a good punch with impressive strength.
maybe he'd hesitate a little when punching but if someone encourages him (lilia) or if he has very specific competition (sebek) silver will go all out with the most serious expression on his face. i also think it'd be funny if after he hits a high score dude just turns around and goes "was that okay?" in the most unsure tone.
would this be a game he'd willingly play? maybe, maybe not. to me silver doesn't seem like the kinda guy who would typically go to an arcade on his own but he'd go if someone invites him.
lilia vanrouge:
lilia would obliterate this game. no question, you can't change my mind. he's retired but he still has the skills. don't let his small frame fool you.
i think this is a game lilia would willingly play, like it's something he saw on magicam and then decided that hey if he ever goes to an arcade he wants to try it out at least once. and he does! now, i believe there are two ways this could go. one: lilia doesn't use his full strength and throws a punch, it's still a good score though. this is the more for fun and casual context.
or two: a few youngsters at the arcade laugh at lilia cause y'know he looks all "frail and tiny and there's no way a kid like him can even make the bag move." of course, our dear grandpa won't stand for that and he needs to teach these youngins a lesson.
lilia doesn't even need to reel back his arm far enough to land a punch that actually shakes the machine slightly and earns him the highest score. the crowd around him all look shocked and his naysayers have their jaws on the ground all while lilia only chuckles and goes:
"ahhh, that was fun! if i was a few centuries younger, i would've broken the whole thing! khee hee~"
and then he skips off to play another arcade game.
idia shroud:
to the idia lovers out there, i would like to preface that i do like idia. he's one of my favourite members on the cast. that being said, there's zero chance that he would play this game, much less leave his room to go to the arcade. but let's just say this is an occasion where the planets and stars align perfectly that you somehow convince idia to play this game.
dude would suck ass. there, i said it.
he'd hesitate on the angle, freakout over the fact that the bag is bigger than his fist, maybe make some anime reference in his head to follow as he hypes himself up, reeling his arm all the way back to gain momentum. but because idia isn't exactly physically buff or strong to begin with, the punch doesn't pack a lot and he ends up with a low score. the force barely even taps the bag. yeah, it's kinda pathetic.
he also keeps grumbling something about how "this is a game for those brute-force alpha males who like to compete with their muscles. which normie created something like this?!?!"
but but BUT! if this were digitalised, idia would definitely come out on top. you just have to chalk it up to the fact that button mashing doesn't translate to irl strength. sorry idia.
every now and then my brain reminds me of the fact that venti has tattoos and they can glow.
i just imagine after sharing an intimate moment with venti his tattoos still faintly glow and pulse along with his heartbeat. maybe you can even feel them thrum when touching. they don't necessarily feel like anything but they definitely do radiate heat.
you trace along the one on his chest while venti just lays there and watches you, all soft and comfortable. maybe the tattoo would respond along with your touch as well, brightening or dimming in tune with his emotions.
you'd place a kiss or two, maybe a nibble if you're feeling mischievious, right in the middle where the lines connect to form the diamond shape, then a kiss for each triangle that borders it. venti's heart beats against your lips as you do.
of course, the one on his thigh gets some loving too. i'd like to think it's more sensitive, so venti would be more affected by your little touches especially if you decide to massage the fat there. it'd show as a giggle or shiver, maybe with venti reciprocating and laying his leg over your hip to give you better access.
venti would look like one of those glow-in-the-dark star stickers people paste on their ceilings, pretty to observe and warm to hold in your arms. you guys talk about what to eat for breakfast tomorrow, where you should go for your next date etc.
you then fall asleep to venti's gentle humming with him tracing shapes on your back which effectively lulls you to sleep. the wind carries the scent of wine, apples and cecilias, exactly what venti's smells like. overall it'd be a wonderful night's sleep for the both of you.
lmao imagine drunk lohen being an annoying and clingy bastard.
was listening to american wedding (hotel california) by dopuu while writing. go check it out it's a beautiful song.
lohen whose alcohol tolerance isn't too bad and is always looking to surpass his limit whenever he goes out for drinks with the knights, especially if it's a drinking competition and his opponent is varka.
drunk!lohen who had a little too much to drink during the celebrations held in honour of the knights who left for the expedition, ends up absolutely wasted and decides to rest his head for a while, slumping against the wall beside him. he slips in and out of consciousness and eventually falls asleep amidst the revelry that continues around him.
drunk!lohen who is woken up from his alcohol-fuelled sleep by vicious shaking and a poke at his cheek. through the haze, lohen catches snippets of a voice whispering in his ear softly. the sound soothes his heart in the most peculiar way, akin to the summer wind that blows through mondstadt during the middle of the year. he recognises it as yours.
"lohen? are you awake?"
"mmrgh..."
"uh huh. c'mon, let's go home. you're lucky that you have me to clean up after you."
drunk!lohen who whines when you haul him up by the arm and drape him over your shoulder, a hand pressed to his back and guiding him forward. it's pointless, however, the alcohol coursing through his veins renders him unable to tell left from right and lohen almost steers both of you into another table.
drunk!lohen who hides a smile when you sigh and resign to carrying him bridal style, tucking an arm under his thighs and one around his shoulders to lift him up. the other knights whistle and cheer watching this whole display, and lohen doesn't need to look to know that you're red. seems like his plan worked.
drunk!lohen who becomes the ultimate chatterbox. he yaps and yaps and yaps about everything and anything that's happened in the past day, week, month or even second. the best part? you've already heard all his anecdotes and keep emphasising that yes, lohen, you've shared the plans of 'varka trap no. 1029' about ten times now. please shut up.
drunk!lohen who ALSO becomes the most curious mf ever. not only does he yap, he questions. and they can range from the usual to topics you're sure would put you on celestia's hit list. here's an example.
"hey. between me and lupus boreas, who do you think would win in a fight?"
"lupus boreas. when you fight him, bring me along. i wanna be there to laugh when you lose."
"i was going to drag you along either way. also, do you think we could make humans out of alchemical ingredients and then use them for alchemy?"
"i am not answering that."
"oh you don't have to. i asked the chief alchemist when i ran into him the other day."
"you what."
drunk!lohen who clings onto you with all his might as you try to set him down on the bed at home, but no matter how hard you shake he's stuck to you like glue with all four limbs wrapped around you. congratulations! (or not.) you're officially stuck with a grade five clingy lohen aka you are never getting out of his grip until he says so. make yourself comfortable.
drunk!lohen who drags you down with him as he falls back, enjoying the yelp that leaves your mouth as you try to keep yourself steady. of course, you fail and face-plant into his chest.
drunk!lohen who holds you close as you huff at him, your cheeks all puffed out and round. you're so cute, really! it's like he has a fluffy little bunny lying on him right now and he couldn't be more blissed out. lohen just can't resist the urge to embrace you even tighter and never let go.
drunk!lohen who feels unlike himself. the organ in his chest is doing weird little flips and jumps in time with your breaths. speaking of which, they're in sync now. when he inhales, you inhale. when he exhales, you exhale as well.
lohen's heard from the grannies that when you meet someone you truly love, your steps, your actions, even your heartbeat will be the same as theirs. he didn't believe it, thinking it was all some old wives' tale cooked up to paint romance as something out of a fairytale.
but laying with you here, where you rest your head ever so peacefully atop his chest, he starts to wonder if they may be right.
lohen who's fully sober and clear-headed now, decides to say something stupid.
"let's get married."
you lift your head to shoot him a puzzled look.
"we are getting married. we're engaged, remember?"
"i meant that as in we should get married, right now."
neither of you move for a minute before you slowly push yourself up, supporting your body weight with both arms braced at his side. the moonlight kisses your cheeks perfectly as you lean over him, the sight searing itself into lohen's memory.
"our wedding is in a month. we have a whole ceremony planned with our friends, family, people who want to see us get married. what're you in such a rush for?"
"i just want to."
in truth, lohen doesn't actually have a proper answer. all he knows is that if you spends another day as your fiancé, he'll actually go insane. the alcohol's just amplifying his innermost thoughts.
the edges of your lips quirk up before you quickly purse them together, covering your mouth with the back of your hand. the dim surroundings make it difficult to see you clearly, but lohen can vaguely make out the hint of a blush on your cheeks.
"that's not an answer."
"it isn't?"
"no! you're telling me you want to get married at two in the morning. i obviously want a better answer than that."
it's lohen's turn to sit up now. he searches around in his mind for an actual reason, but all he can think about is how wonderful it would be to be legally binded to you. to be able to call himself your husband. there's really no other reason. lohen simply wants to be married to you at this very moment.
"i don't have one."
you stare at him for a good minute before breaking out in hearty laughter. lohen would feel inclined to laugh along with you if not for the fact that his nerves are at an all-time high.
he watches as you glance at the silver bands that signify your commitment to each other with fondness, allowing a brief spark of hope to light up his heart when you look back at him with eyes full of adoration.
"i don't have one either. sure, let's get married. where though?"
"the cathedral. where else?"
"...isn't it closed to the public at this time?"
lohen merely grins in response.
"it is. but i don't think they'd turn away two mondstadt citizens in need, right?"
lohen who, alongside a very embarrassed you, knocks on the doors of the favonius cathedral. to no one's surprise, cardinal seamus is extremely displeased with the both of you (mainly lohen).
"sir lohen, couldn't this wait until a more reasonable hour?"
"apologies, cardinal, but i'm afraid this is a matter of life and death. would you kindly be the witness to our marriage?"
"..."
"please? i'll owe the cathedral a favour."
"no need. come in, i'll prepare the necessary items."
lohen who is seated with you in the cardinal's office, pen in hand to sign the papers that will officially label you as a married couple under mondstadt law. he signs off his signature in one stroke and hands the certificate back, just as you do the same.
lohen whose heart soars the moment cardinal seamus announces you two as spouses. without waiting for him to say the lines of "you may now kiss", lohen moves to kiss you deeply, not caring for shame or decorum.
lohen who laughs as the both of you are chased out of the cathedral along with a stern reminder and heartfelt well-wishes. tonight almost feels like a dream that he never wants to wake up from.
lohen who holds your hand and proudly declares that he's going to frame your wedding certificates in the most prominent corner of your shared home in the morning. for now, all he wants is a good night's sleep with you: his spouse ♡
starting taglist for lohen works: @pjselee, @thedamseletteofficial, @salmonsaw
HELLOOOO YOOUR SCARE ACTOR LOHEN FIC WAS SO. SOO SO GOOD. Genuinely so beautiful……would you ever consider writing a sort of sequel to it in the future ?? (NO PRRESSURE OFC)
thank you anon for the ask! im very happy to hear that you liked it!!! (i took so long to make the intro cause of my indecisive ahhh)
as for your qns and for those who are also wondering, it really depends on a number of factors like my motivation, ideas, whether the fic itself actually needs a sequel and how many people WANT a sequel.
it's also the fact that i like to pace myself when i start writing abt one character consecutively so i don't get burnout FROM writing that character.
i planned that after scare actor!lohen i was actually gonna take a break from writing abt him, but with 6.6 coming up i think it's highly likely all my ideas are gonna be abt him. (im too lohenpilled its actually insane.)
so maybe there'll be a sequel, maybe there won't be, but if there is then it'll be a piece of work im proud of showing to you guys and not smth i halfassed just for the sake of completing an objective or quota. it will be a work i actually wanted to write.
once again, im really honoured you liked it so much to send this ask and THANK YOU ALL for loving scare actor!lohen too. hopefully he'll make an appearance again sometime soon ❤️
in which going to a horror theme park brings more than just the average frights.
yandere scare actor!lohen x easily scared!reader, modern au
slight illuga x reader??? (can be read as platonic or romantic)
author's note: i think it says a lot if im scared to post this. i hope the wait was worth it.
"i'll be right beside you." illuga had said.
"you can hold onto me if you get scared." illuga had said.
to his credit, he had kept both promises. you're just a tad anxious because illuga left you under a streetlamp all alone while he excused himself to the washroom.
in the twenty minutes he's been gone, you've been startled five different times by scare actors, the screams of other theme park goers and a pigeon that landed a little too close to your feet. all you all, you can confidently say that the horror theme park really has brought out the 'horror' aspect.
the phone in your hands buzzes, the incoming notification making the screen glaringly bright in the dark surroundings. you have to squint to read the message from illuga.
lua!!!: there's a long queue in here. i think it'll take another ten minutes.
lua!!!: you doing okay? i can come back out if you want.
typical illuga, still concerned about others even when he's preoccupied.
you: im fine, illuga. really! just chilling here waiting for u.
lua!!!: (name), i know you said you wanted to come here and i'm proud of you for stepping out of your comfort zone
lua!!!: but you've been coiled tighter than a spring the whole night. are you sure you're okay?
his words make you pause and reflect. yeah, maybe you've been on high alert ever since you stepped foot into the theme park, but you've been doing pretty well so far. plus, illuga took time out of his busy schedule to accompany you tonight. you don't want to stop just because of some jitters.
you: im sure, dont worry about me. take ur time!
lua!!!: if you say so. call me if you get into any trouble? i'll run!
you: aye aye captain 🫡
sighing, you slip your phone into your pocket and press your forehead against the cold metal of the streetlamp. its paint job is flaking off, leaving weird bald patches in certain areas. the light is flickering too. you won't lie, it really amplifies the general horror vibe.
all around you, groups of people are chatting and laughing, running away when they get scared by one of the many actors on duty. you watch as a man jumps five feet into the air when someone dressed as a butcher comes up to him from behind. it's kinda funny when you're not on the receiving end of it.
maybe if you weren't so wound up, you could actually appreciate the decor and atmosphere. instead, you've parked yourself in a corner, willing yourself to focus on your own breathing. the red light hurts your eyes and you can't see anything clearly.
"to overcome your fears, you need to face them head-on." seems like you've only managed to do the second part of that saying.
oh, when is illuga going to come back? you're feeling more and more on edge the longer you stand here—
"boo."
you scream and swing a fist.
you weren't exactly thinking when you swung, but you're fairly certain it was due to the pent up fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins. either way, after it all left your system, you finally notice a young man in front of you. he clutches a hare mask and prop hatchet in one hand, the other held to his face.
the white dress shirt and leather apron he wears is smeared with fake blood, and one of his suspender straps has completely fallen off his shoulder. is he supposed to be some murder hare...?
it's only when your knuckles start to hurt that you come to the realisation you punched him.
"i am so sorry! are you okay?! here, let me take a look..."
you gently pull his hand away from his face, trying to assess how badly you've injured him. once you do, your eyes meet dull ones.
is it a trick of the light? there's no way a person's eyes could appear so...lifeless. they're almost opaque, like they're unable to reflect any light whatsoever. the thought of them just looking at you sends a chill down your spine.
"you're practically undressing me with your eyes y'know. i'll get shy if you keep looking at me like that."
the coy lilt in his voice snaps you out of your trance. flustered, you let go of his hand.
"uh, here. you have a nosebleed. i swear i didn't mean to punch you! my fight or flight instincts just kicked in."
your fingertips brush slightly as you offer him your handkerchief and watch as he cleans up most of the blood. he licks off the remaining blood with his tongue, nodding as if he actually likes the taste of it. what kind of a guy did you punch...?
"nah, it's fine. you jumped pretty badly back there. scare easily?"
you let out a small hum in reply, avoiding his gaze as you pick at your skin, suddenly very interested in the shape of your cuticles. you hear him chuckle.
"how cute. my bad, i didn't mean to give you such a fright."
even though you've quite literally just punched him, the guy seems to hold no ill will towards you. you must've really lucked out to meet someone so kind—
"soooo, what do you think about marriage?"
"excuse me?"
"oh, sorry! what i meant to say is, that was a fantastic punch! you've got good instincts. what's your name, hm?"
you can't believe the rate at which the conversation took a 180°. did he really just compliment you on your punch? scratch everything you just thought about him! what weirdo did you run into?! he also asked you about marriage! he can't just gloss over that!
the shock must be evident on your face as weirdo murder hare guy giggles coquettishly and seemingly bats his eyelashes at you, pink dusting his cheeks.
"not much of a talker huh? that's okay! i can start."
"my name's lohen and my birthday's on april 3rd. i'm twenty three and currently majoring in psychology at teyvat university. this is my part-time job. i like—"
*ping!*
you're eternally grateful that your phone goes off during this whole conversation.
lua!!! sent a picture!
lua!!!: hey (name) sorry for not telling you earlier but i had to go to another washroom.
lua!!!: do you wanna come over or should i go find you?
you are typing...
you: i'll come find u! stay put PLEASE!!
lua!!!: not moving an inch👍
you breathe a sigh of relief, mentally thanking illuga's timely intervention. lohen, however, now has a blank expression on his face.
"was that a friend?"
"yeah, i came here with him. he's waiting for me."
he lets out a noise that's somewhere between understanding and disapproval. for a moment, you think lohen's going to say something but he just flashes a smile at you, small and unassuming.
goosebumps appear all over your flesh and alarm bells start ringing in your ears. you feel like the fly trapped in a spider's web.
"is that so? interesting. well, off you go then! wouldn't wanna keep you from him, as much as i'd like to."
"...mhm. bye."
you inhale sharply through your teeth and turn on your heel, each step faster than the last. little by little, you break out into a full sprint.
it's only when you finally meet up with illuga does your heart slow down.
in all honesty, lohen would've loved to follow you and see the little pest you call your friend. alas, it seems he overdid it and scared you off. you're way too paranoid and suspicious of him right now.
it's alright though. with time, he'll definitely find you again and build a proper relationship with you.
after all, your handkerchief couldn't possibly stay in his hands forever right?
you've been picking at the piece of plastic for the past five minutes, trying your best to pull out the seal. however, all you've gotten out of the futile endeavour is an ugly red ring-shaped imprint around your index finger and a sour mood.
who in the world designed these things? for something that is meant to be opened, shouldn't it be tailored for consumer ease??
use too much force, and the ring will snap. use too little, and you'll be stuck in this exact predicament forever. of course, you could always use a knife to poke through the seal but there's just something about getting the damn thing open through the intended way that's so mentally gratifying to you.
though, as much as you'd like to continue your fight against the heinous pull tab, the pathetic bowl of cereal sitting all lonely in front of you is telling you to hurry up and open the milk. guess it's time for you to pull out the big guns.
"lohennnnn? the love of my lifeeeee? c'mere please!"
you hear light footsteps make their way to where you are and soon a pair of hands find their home on your waist.
"yessss? what's up?"
you hold the bane of your existence in front of your loving boyfriend with both hands and unleash your best puppy eyes.
"oh lohen, my bae, my boo, my pookie wookie snookums. say you'll help me open this carton?"
lohen rolls his eyes with a smile and takes the carton from you, turning to inspect it from all angles as if it's a priceless jewel.
"anything for you, angel. watch and learn."
either pull tabs just hate you or the universe itself is working against you, but lohen manages to pull it out in less than a second, no broken pieces to be found too. it both amazes and appals you.
but hey, even with the unfairness of the situation, at least you get to eat now! seems like the power of love does prevail over all challenges. you pour the white liquid into the bowl, careful not to overdo it so you don't end up with soggy bits. (yuck.) perhaps it's because of all the trouble you went through, but the first spoonful tastes absolutely heavenly.
"ugh, so good. i didn't know cereal could be this delicious. thank you lohen."
"that's me, your ever faithful servant."
you can't help but giggle upon hearing the sarcastic tone in lohen's voice, but you know he's not actually annoyed. he leans his head against your shoulder as you eat, a comfortable silence settling in the space between. in your peripheral vision, you can see lohen fiddling with the tab and rolling it around in his palm.
although he's sporting a seemingly bored expression, the way lohen's eyes flicker over the plastic tells you he's deep in thought.
"hey. this kinda looks like a ring, doesn't it?"
you glance over as lohen holds it up to your eye level, the tab catching the sunlight streaming in through the open window. humming in agreement, you take it with one hand and put your index finger through the loop. a thought crosses your mind, unwarranted.
"it does. give me your hand."
when lohen obliges and holds out his left hand, you carefully slip the tab onto his ring finger. it sits perfectly, naturally, as if it was meant to be there. tiny fireworks go off in your heart when you see the smile that gradually makes its appearance on lohen's face.
"yep, definitely looks like a ring!"
"mhm. your turn now."
not thinking too much of his request, you hold your left hand out as well, watching as lohen casually rummages around in his pockets. did he keep another one in there or something? since when did he collect this kinda stuff?
confusion morphs into surprise when you see an actual ring in lohen's open palm, the sparkly metal band glinting in the light. you don't even move when he supports your wrist and slips it onto your ring finger, too stunned to make even a peep. yet, your eyes still follow his every movement.
lohen links his left pinky with yours, holding up your hands and quietly admires the rings, as if appreciating how they look on your respective persons.
"it's a good fit. seems like the measurements i took were accurate, hehe."
when did he even—nevermind that. there are some things in life that don't need answers, you suppose. plus, you don't want to ruin this fragile moment with unnecessary words and you get the feeling lohen feels the same way.
in which lohen asks (forces) you to go out with him for a month. what could go wrong?
lohen x fem!reader, fake dating trope
reader is a medic for the KOF and lives with him
author's note: the poll has decided so it is my sacred duty to write it. pray that i'm romantic enough for this.
also to those who previously displayed their interest in scare actor!lohen dw i'll tag you guys when it comes out.
"no."
lohen snorts and moves from his previous post at the dining table to the kitchen, where you're leaning over a pot cooking dinner. he's dressed casually now, after a long day at work, wearing a frilled undershirt with the strings undone and loose pants.
(you've told him multiple times to tie them but that only resulted in him undoing even more of the strings just to piss you off. the bastard.)
lohen braces both hands on either side of you and rests his chin on your shoulder, his hair tickling your cheek. he always does this when he wants you to go along with his whims and tonight's no different.
"you barely gave it any thought. am i really that undesirable to you?"
you sigh. deep breath in, deep breath out. if you let lohen get to you, you might as well be agreeing to that outlandish proposal of his and all the snow on dragonspine might as well melt before that happens.
speaking of outlandish, this idea is probably one of the more outrageous ones lohen's deranged mind has come up with. what made him think you'd be willing to enter a fake relationship with him for a month just to win some one-sided bet?
sure, you're not exactly innocent, listening in on the knights that talk about lohen during their stay in the infirmary. and maybe it's ethically immoral for you to gossip about the friend who took you in and kept you from the streets when you were at your lowest, but who can resist?
you just didn't expect that pitching the idea of whether lohen would be a good partner or not would come back to bite you in the ass. now it's spread like wildfire throughout the fifth company, reached his ears and lohen wants to prove your fellow colleagues wrong.
the last time his competitive spirit was stirred like this, it was during a sparring match and you had to reset another knight's dislocated shoulder due to lohen's overzealousness.
even now, with his arms looped around your waist and leaning his full weight on you, lohen's yapping on about how the two of you could act to appear as a more legitimate couple.
"hey, are you listening? we should hang out together more in public. it'll sell the whole 'blissfully in love' image, y'know?"
"i'm not agreeing to this."
"oh, don't worry, it won't be difficult at all! we'll just have to act like we are now and it'll be perfectly natural. so much so we might as well actually date."
you stick the spoon you were mixing with in his mouth, hoping that he would shut up for once to spare you from the embarrassment prickling at your skin. a brief look of surprise flashes across lohen's face before he lets out an appreciative hum, making a small "pop!" as he licks it clean.
"not bad, could use a little more salt. anyways, how does one month sound? i'll waiver off the rent if you do a good job."
you do a double take and turn around to look at him. lohen only arches an eyebrow and smirks like he's already convinced you to do his bidding.
"...you're kidding."
paying rent was an agreement between you and lohen when you first started to live with him. you didn't like taking advantage of his kindness for free, so you insisted on this arrangement in order to pay him back somehow. that being said, lohen isn't exactly the most conventional landlord. the forms of payment can range from mora to sparring with him for the whole day depending on his mood.
you always pray that he doesn't choose the latter so you don't end up covered in bruises.
lohen takes a playful bow, hand on his heart and eyes peering up at you, like a knight swearing an oath. or maybe it's more akin to a bunny staring at you with beady eyes with the way he's trying to look as non-threatening as possible. whichever description works.
"i swear on my title as the vice captain of the ranged company. knight's honour."
you stare at him for a while longer and try to look away, the keyword being 'try' as lohen grabs your face and angles it back towards him. he squishes your cheeks together, the action making your lips jut out and him laugh in turn. even when you reel your head back, lohen's hand keeps a firm grip.
"i could just keep you here like this until you give me an answer, yeah?"
you really want to bite his hand and rip off one of his fingers, but lohen would probably enjoy that. so begrudgingly, you nod and he releases you with a closed-eyed smile, a dull ache appearing in place of where his hand once was.
"great! i'll go set the table, m'kay? love ya."
with that, lohen kisses you on the cheek and saunters off into the dining area, leaving you to process the entire interaction.
archons, what have you gotten yourself into?
"uh, dr. (name)? if i may ask, are you and vice captain lohen really dating?"
you pause and glance up at the knight you're tending to. in an instant, he averts your gaze and instead stares intently at a spot on the floor, seemingly adamant on not making eye contact with you.
right, you rehearsed for this, just stick to the story.
"yep. just got together last week."
you try to make your tone as neutral as possible, as if you were talking about the weather and not the ticking time bomb of a lie your relationship is. the knight nods and hesitantly opens his mouth to speak again.
"it's not some...special punishment he's in the process of creating, is it? for the rest of us, i mean?"
his words make you wonder what kind of torture they go through under lohen, though you're fairly certain you know as lohen himself tells you all his tactics over dinner every day. what kind of training he put them through, which unfortunate soul couldn't finish a specific drill, who cried that day, so on and so forth. truly unlucky, those poor knights.
"it's not, don't worry. look, if lohen makes another one of you guys cry again, come to me alright? i'll talk to him."
the knight immediately raises his hands and shakes his head, a panicked expression forming on his face.
"we wouldn't dare! the vice captain already said not to trouble you. if we do, he'll—"
he visibly shudders, as if remembering something unpleasant. related to lohen, no doubt. you prompt him gently.
"what did he say?"
"well, he said that..."
during morning roll call, lohen made an announcement that sent the whole squad into shock.
"hey, listen up! as of last week, dr. (name) and i are officially in a relationship. yes, the (name) who is our medic."
"so if i hear anything about some idiot who tries to mess with or bother her unnecessarily, they'll be answering to me. is that clear?"
huh. now you know why the knights have been on edge around you ever since the day started.
for the most part, the weeks pass by as normal. during the day, the knights still treat you the same, you do your medic work, and lohen performs his duties as vice captain. when night falls, the both of you walk home together.
it's nothing different from your usual routine, yet you feel like something's changed.
lohen visits you more often in the infirmary, even when you're not on break, bringing you snacks or just lingering to chat with you on unimportant topics. he's made a space for you in his quarters on the nights both of you stay back to finish endless piles of paperwork, sometimes moving his chair to sit across from you. gradually, he started to sit at your desk instead of his.
on the days you have to make a trip into mondstadt city, he even escorts you all the way, not leaving until he's sure you've safely made it past its gates.
even though it makes your heart flutter in the sweetest way, you still remind yourself that this side of lohen is only temporary. that he's just doing it for the act. once the month is over, the two of you will go back to being two people living under the same roof.
no matter what, you cannot fall for him. you won't survive the heartbreak otherwise.
"y'know, you and lohen have a good thing going. it's rare to meet someone able to tame that rascal."
"...you know about us?"
"of course! if the rest know, why wouldn't i? plus, lohen talks about you all the time. and boy, let me tell you, he's absolutely smitten by you! i've never seen him smile so much when talking about someone."
"you gotta cherish each other, alright? i'll be waiting for the wedding, hahaha!"
up till now, you still haven't told lohen what varka said. there's no point, you think.
it's been five days since you've last seen lohen. five days since he's been sent on a mission. and today's the last day of the month.
you've been trying to distract yourself, burying yourself in work, going out on your days off to take a walk, anything that would stop your mind from running, but lohen still manages to pop up in your mind like an annoying bug. everything reminds you of him, from the trees to the flowers to even dornman port itself. how much of himself has he integrated into your life that you can't imagine one without him anymore?
"perhaps you're lovesick. after all, absence makes the heart grow fonder." is what herstal had supplied when you confided in her over tea.
you must be, surely. you didn't even give him a second thought when he left for the expedition to nod-krai for six whole years, how is it possible that you can miss him so much after five days? or maybe you're just hyperaware that the deal is going to end tonight and you won't even get the chance to discuss it with lohen.
the pouring rain outside renders the visibility to zero, with night time making it even less likely for you to see anybody come up to the cottage. after a while, you move from your position at the window and head to bed. seems like he won't be coming home tonight.
you wake up to a knock at the door, loud and incessant. outside, you can still hear the storm going on strong.
for a moment, you hesitate to get up and continue lying in bed, hoping that whoever's outside would just leave. who would even visit you at this hour, especially in such poor weather? however, even when you squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to block out the noise, the pounding eventually becomes impossible to ignore.
you grab a kitchen knife and hide it behind your back as you make your way towards the front door. when you open it, you almost think you're dreaming.
you blink once, twice, then rub your eyes with your free hand. when the man in front of you doesn't disappear, you start realising this isn't some hallucination your sleep deprivation caused you to have.
it's lohen. he's actually back.
his hair is plastered against his face, clothes dripping with rainwater that forms a small pool beneath his feet. his eyes are locked onto yours and you notice how he's panting heavily, shoulders moving up and down in time with his breaths. did he run here? you hurriedly raise a hand to wipe the water trickling down his face.
"you're gonna catch a cold! don't you know it's raining right now?"
"i missed you."
you freeze. lohen takes a step closer to you and pulls the knife out of your hand, throwing it to the side and cradles your face with both hands. they feel icy cold even through the gloves he's wearing.
he looks at you with some form of subdued craze, like he's holding himself back from doing what he truly wants to. as lohen bumps his forehead with yours, he takes a shuddering breath and holds you tightly against him.
"archons, you're so pretty. i missed you so, so much. forgive me?"
you don't get to ask what he means before he smashes his lips against yours.
the kiss is anything but gentle, as with all things regarding to lohen. it's a messy clash of teeth and tongue, full of the desperation, want and yearning lohen's been keeping in for a month. he kisses and nips and licks until you feel your lips becoming red and swollen, so much so he draws blood out of them, the coppery tang spreading on your tastebuds.
lohen only breaks away when he hears you panting, a drunk look in his eyes and a loopy grin on his face as he caresses your flushed cheeks. compared to you, whose head is still spinning, he looks far more composed. you relax as lohen pulls you further into his embrace, nuzzling your nose into his neck as he does the same. even though he smells of the rain, it still brings a great comfort to you.
"please be mine. you have no idea how much i thought of you those five days."
you laugh and place a chaste kiss to his jaw, feeling a strange sense of joy when lohen shivers in response.
