rinnie

⤷ ゛rinnie, she/they, infp-t, 19, bio major ˎˊ˗

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final word count. is 13,990 exactly. crying

Lohen ⛈️🧸 :3

thank u thank u!! <3 sorry this took so long omg my brain has been melted for like a week

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When the first signs of a storm started to roll in, Lohen had initially held onto a tiny hope that you'd be frightened.

It wasn't necessarily that he enjoyed seeing you frightened (though, your reactions were always so endearing that it was hard not to enjoy seeing them at least a little), but your fear would have given him an easy opportunity to swoop in and play the hero. He'd get to tease you a bit, kiss away the tears on your cheeks until that pretty smile stretched across your face again, and then hold you in his arms and be your protector as you slipped back into the world of dreams.

Unfortunately, that is not how it's played out so far.

Lohen feels a bit like an over-loved stuffed animal with the way you squeeze him in your sleep, your slumber so deep and peaceful that even the rattling of the house with each bolt of thunder doesn't stir you. You're drooling into the soft cotton of his undershirt, soft breath fanning across the tender skin of Lohen's throat and leaving goosebumps in your wake.

Another bolt of thunder strikes, and your hold on him tightens further. Lohen wonders vaguely if he'll wake with bruises— and the idea makes him a bit giddy.

So sure, Lohen never got to play hero for you— but this isn't too bad, either.

this one thoroughly stumped me for a bit lol i almost had venti show up LMAOOO

cw: drinking and a drunk guy who can't take a hint

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Angel's Share is usually fairly crowded— most especially at this time of day, when everyone is wrapping up their day and searching for somewhere to let off some steam— even more so when the knights had decided to host a small get-together after a long day of work.

Lohen had been dragged off by Varka just a few minutes after your arrival, leaving you to sip contentedly at your drink and people-watch for at least a few minutes until he was able to slip away from the drunken grandmaster once more. You hadn't minded at first— whether it be the story being told next to you about a thrilling ambush in the field (that was most definitely embellished for dramatic effect), or the little old granny dancing in the middle of the bar (you weren't sure how she was still so spry when she most certainly couldn't be any younger than eighty), there was no lack of entertainment for you in the meantime.

Until, of course, you were approached by a very drunk bard who couldn't seem to take a hint.

"Come onnnn, I can be such a good husband," The man's words are slurred, his flute clanking against the counter where you sit. You don't bother answering him anymore, sipping at your drink casually as if he hadn't said anything at all. The man only seems to wilt further at this, before he abruptly snaps up with a gleeful smile. "Oh, oh! Please, allow me to serenade you with a love song! One so sweet, that you'll be falling over yourself to marry me!"

You wince. "Please don't."

The bard only lifts his flute to his lips, spitting clumsily over the mouthpiece as if he had forgotten exactly where his mouth was and how to control it. Just as he takes a deep breath in to begin playing, a gloved hand closes tightly over the instrument.

"A love song? Now that's something I'd love to hear."

The way the bard's eyes fly open in shock nearly has you choking on your drink with laughter. He sputters a couple times, seeming to sober up at the sight of the fifth company's notoriously crazed vice-captain. Despite the seemingly pleasant smile on Lohen's face, the very air around him felt… cold.

"Uh— I didn't—"

"Hmm? No, nonono, really! I want to hear this song— so don't be shy." You can see the way Lohen's hold tightens on the instrument, the leather of his gloves concealing what is surely a white-knuckled grip. "Start playing."

The bard stares for a second, then two, before promptly falling backwards out of his seat and darting out of the bar.

"Boring. Not even gonna try fighting," Lohen watches him leave for a couple moments, before plopping himself down into the seat that the bard had previously been occupying. He leans casually against the counter, the smile on his face softening into something genuine this time as if nothing had happened at all. "So— Having a good time?"

"Could ask you the same question," You tease. "You seem far too pleased with yourself for that."

"Whaaat, can you blame me?" Lohen's grin widens, and he casually reaches down to grab the leg of your seat and yank it closer to his own. "The only guy you should be thinking of marrying is me. Can't have you stolen away by some shabby love song, can I?"

Please note that food is used within slang terms. No tidalga have been harmed yet.

key word being yet im crying

-:)

this post was brought to you by my desire to eat tidalga (they would not taste like fruit snacks im sure but also i think they would)

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You've seen a lot of different desserts at tea parties over the years. Traditional Fontainian sweets, Inazuman dango, Sumerian baklava, even apple cakes all the way from Mondstadt—

But never anything quite like this.

You were a little unsure if you could even properly count the pile of tidalga as a kind of dessert— they certainly didn't seem edible by any normal human standards, after all— but with the way the melusine before you was so eagerly tearing into the little jellyfish-like creatures, they must be appetizing in some way. They did look fairly gelatinous— maybe it was like eating a gummy?

Next to you, Fontaine's very own Iudex seemed entirely unbothered by the odd collection of marine organisms upon the table. He sips water from his teacup casually, as if the sight before him were a completely normal thing to sit upon a tea table. You take a small drink from your own cup, giving a little smile when Neuvillette's attention finally lands on you.

"Is… something the matter?" He asks, slowly lowering his porcelain cup onto the table. His lilac gaze flits between you and where your own eyes linger on the (imposingly large) pile of jellyfish upon his fancy table, and suddenly, he's clearing his throat rather awkwardly. "Ah— I apologize. I should have asked if you were comfortable with… such an arrangement on the table."

You laugh, shaking your head.

"I'm not bothered," You reassure him quickly, somewhat amused by the way the man's shoulders immediately relax. "It's just a bit… unusual. Most tea parties have pastries, last I checked."

Neuvillette takes another long sip of his water, a light red color dusting across his cheeks and ears.

"They're simply Pahsiv's favorite food," He muses, tone somewhat fond. At the mention of her name, the melusine perks up, noticing the way the both of you had zeroed in on her pile of snacks. "…But next time, I will make sure to also provide pastries."

The little melusine— Pahsiv, he said her name was— grabs one of the larger jellyfish from the pile and holds it out to you, sweetly eager to share her meal. You pluck the tidalga from her hand and hold it up, squishing it between your fingers a few times. It really did feel like a gummy.

"Do you think they're safe for humans to eat raw like this?"

Neuvillette doesn't respond for several long moments.

"Let's… not test that."

Lohen 🎹 🌌

(bonus points if it’s reader playing piano <3)

thank u very very much anon!! this was fun for me hehe bc i'm actually learning piano rn!

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Lohen has never cared much for music.

Like most other things in his life, it just simply never interested him. Sure, he didn't mind listening to a passing minstrel in the streets of the city— and sure, he'd sing along with his drunken comrades around a bonfire on a few occasions for fun— but that was where his interest usually stopped. Lohen had long since decided that his time was best spent honing his skills with weapons, and cleaving through a camp of hilichurls was far more entertaining than sitting and reading sheet music.

Yet somehow, you had a funny way of making Lohen question every belief he holds so near to his heart.

His hands feel somehow clumsy as they follow the movements of your own, your fingers guiding his own carefully across the weighted ivory keys. Each press chimes like a twinkling star, delicate and soft in all the ways that Lohen is most certainly not. He'd complain about feeling out of place if this weren't granting him a golden opportunity to be pressed right against your side, the sweetness of your perfume invading his senses until his entire existence is centered on you alone.

"This is boring you, isn't it?"

Your voice seems to blend into the music effortlessly, somehow even lovelier than the song that you're guiding him to play. Lohen nudges against your side affectionately, following the string of notes you had left ringing in your wake with ease.

"Nah, 'Course not. I don't think you could bore me if you tried."

If you have such interest in it, perhaps Lohen could care about music after all.

Or... perhaps he just cares so much about you that these previously boring little things suddenly didn't seem so lifeless.

don't apologize hehe I think questions like this are fun!

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the orangerindlings,,, i will feed u. soon. with perhaps a silly little lohen blurb. gotta keep the orangerindlings fed hehehe

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u guys have just been doing this

I DIDNT KNOW THAT?? THATS SO INTERESTING

p.s : i really loved your childe fic, it was awesome (I'm nervous alright don't judge me💔)

anon,,, to write this i have scoured the very edges of the zhongli x reader tag of tumblr,,,,,, i have tried so hard to learn how to write for this man,,,,, apologies for the wait,,,,

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"You do know that it's bad luck to see the bride before the ceremony, right?"

A rich laugh sounds from the other side of the door, filled with a fondness so intense that even the thick wood can't muffle it entirely.

"I intend to abide by tradition, of course," Zhongli's voice is smooth like honey when he speaks, imbued with warmth that seems to soak into your very being with every syllable. Even after all these years, it still sends shivers to the very core of your being. "But is it too grand a wish to speak with my lover before our own wedding?"

"I'll allow it this time," You tease. As if the man has some kind of gravitational pull, you find yourself drifting over to the door until it is the only thing separating the two of you. "But really, did you need something? Not getting cold feet, I hope?

"Of course not. I actually came to check that you are feeling alright."

You pause for just a moment. The nervous fluttering in your chest bubbles up again at the implication of what was awaiting you— it wasn't that you were worried to marry Zhongli or anything… but this day was still a big deal. It was close to impossible not to be at least a little jittery over such an event.

"I'm a bit nervous," You mumble honestly, the words so quiet that you're half convinced they wouldn't be audible through the door anyway.

"Nothing about our love is changing. This is merely a formal binding." Zhongli, as usual, manages to be perfectly in-tune with your feelings. Something in the back of your mind whispers that even if he hadn't heard your confession, he still would have felt your nerves anyway. "There's nothing to be concerned over. We've gone over the terms of the contract together."

You giggle, a small weight lifting from your shoulders. Only your fiancé could possibly manage to make a wedding sound so entirely professional and unromantic.

"I know that, but I can't help it," You press your forehead against the wooden doorframe, and suddenly the room doesn't feel as lonely as it did before. Zhongli's presence, even through the ornately carved wood, feels like an anchor sent to steady you in stormy waters. "The rest of our lives starts in like… an hour."

You can hear Zhongli's smile in his voice when he speaks. Though it had been your own insistence to follow the tradition, you can't help but want to throw open the door and hold him close. The previous fear in your chest seems to loosen and drift away, leaving your heart warm with affection.

"Indeed it does. I can't think of anything more wonderful."

dont you think it'd be funny if kinich actually WAS expressive but it was with his eyebrows? Cuz a face relies a lot on the eyebrows to express emotions so. it'd be funny if you took off his headband and he suddenly was a lot less stoic. same tone of voice and same bottom half of face but you look up and oh no hes sad oh wait hes pissed now and huh now hes shocked??

hehehehe yes anon,,,, join us kinich lovers,,,,, we get content only once in a blue moon (if we're lucky)

but. its actually so funny that you say this bc i have a drabble thats been sitting in my wips folder about this exact thing LMAOOO ;; 90% of kinich's expressiveness comes from his brows i think and. he covers them up and it just makes him come across as very nonchalant hfjdshf so even though his face is flat and his voice is monotone its SO OBVIOUS what hes feeling the second he takes it off lol

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kinich is so fake nonchalant when that man loves he just wants and wants and wants,,,,,,

ALSO. omg sunflower anon's favorite flower is a sunflower,,, thats so crazy who would've expected that,,,, but also very fair!!!! sunflowers are so lovely they're bright and fun and. very sunny lmao. i like them a lot im always sad that its too shady around my garden to grow any wahhhh </3