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!
