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[daddyshauna06]

—— — ✦ SHΛUNΛ SHIPMΛN ✦ — ——

“she looks like the kind of girl who steals beers from frat parties and then quotes joan didion while bleeding through a split lip.”

shauna shipman has the kind of face people trust too quickly.

maybe it’s the eyes. maybe it’s the way she listens when people talk, like every word matters more than it actually does. maybe it’s because she knows exactly how to make herself feel familiar. approachable. warm, even. she learned young that being underestimated is useful.

brown university likes girls like her. girls who write sharp essays and play rough on the field and know how to answer professors without sounding intimidated. she moves through campus carrying coffee gone cold in one hand and bruises blooming beneath her knee socks after practice.

there’s always ink somewhere on her skin. black smudges against her fingers. notebook paper shoved into jacket pockets. she writes constantly. observations. arguments. things she’d never actually say out loud.

ǫᴜɪᴇᴛᴇʀ.

the one that stares too long out apartment windows when it rains. the one who keeps every text she swore she deleted. the one who acts careless because caring too much has always felt a little humiliating to her.

sometimes shauna disappears for hours without warning. sometimes she goes dead silent in the middle of conversations like she accidentally wandered too far into her own head and can’t find the exit again.

people call her intense after they know her long enough.

they usually mean difficult. complicated. hard to hold onto without getting cut somewhere in the process.

they’re not wrong.

shauna loves selectively. carefully. like someone rationing food during winter. but when she does love somebody, it sinks its teeth in deep. lingering looks across crowded rooms. memorizing tiny details she pretends not to notice.

still, she keeps looking anyway.

𓏵 ʙᴀꜱɪᴄꜱ. 𓏵

☽ name: shauna shipman ☽ age: 23 ☽ pronouns: she/her ☽ sexuality: lesbian ☽ major: creative writing ☽ team: brown bears ☽ position: defensive midfielder ☽ relationship status: taken ☽ girlfriend: @themelhatter18

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☽ late night drives ☽ black coffee ☽ women’s soccer ☽ sleeping with the TV on ☽ old horror movies ☽ thrifted hoodies ☽ late-night grocery stores ☽ rainy nights in providence

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☽ early morning classes ☽ people touching her notebooks ☽ losing ☽ frat boys ☽ vulnerability ☽ silence after arguments ☽ being told what to do ☽ realizing she actually cares

𓏵 ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ. 𓏵

☽ long-term plots ☽ old teammates ☽ rivalries that get out of hand

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[yoichew]

───── when wounds mean more than its blood

cw. lohen x reader. gn reader. intentional lowercase. fluff? (wow...) lohen is injured and he is noot happy about that, just like you, his lover. might be ooc even tho i did his story quest the second it came out LOL. cheesy af but god forbid we dream. yeah its probably self indulgent you caught me. not proofread, i havent done this in a while, its been two years... ~600 wordcount.

for the vice captain of the 5th company whos obsessed with power — the way lohen's fingers nervously tap against the bedside table's surface isn't exactly screaming powerful.

he was currently sitting on the edge of your bed— slouching and his head held low, basically everything but being full of power — with you crouched in front of him, finally finishing with patching him up.

and even as he no longer feels your hands on him, he still doesnt budge — still spacing out...

honestly, he's been silent the entire time — to the point you didn't even pester him about getting hurt.

"lohen."

"hm?"

"hello?"

"mhm."

"i can't believe you're pretending to be listening! to me, of all people! don't tell me im starting to sound like varka when he nags you—" you gasp, theatrically — you're only joking around to see if he'll respond, like always.

lohen lets out a chuckle at that. "no— no, im listening. i swear." but then he goes silent again. and this time the rhythmic tapping of his fingers also stops. now he's just staring as you stand up and sit beside him.

"alright, what's wrong?" you ask, poking his cheek.

"its nothing."

"oh you know it's not nothing. usually when you come over, you're boasting about how you've taught your fellow knights some nice lessons! or about how many monsters you've killed in under a minute during patrol," your hand moves — as it's now ontop of his, squeezing gently. "lohen, you're really trying to hide? from me?"

"am i really that obnoxious?" (he sighed once you nodded) "it's dumb. i just... you know, i hate ending up like this— having to be patched up and everything. i mean, the pain is fine but the fact i got hurt from a bunch of lowsy monsters says alot, you know..."

you didn't respond for a moment, but only because you understood. sure, you hate when he was hurt — but he hates it too. not in the same way as you, oh, no, he probably loves the pain. but while the ache is nothing, its the fact he even got to the point of feeling it is the problem. getting hurt just means you could get hurt worse. he fully believes strength is everything. after all, being strong gives you the privilege of not having to ever fear of being used or controlled...

"oh lohen..." you smiled softly, "im just glad you're okay, im glad you aren't badly hurt, im glad i got to patch you up—"

"oh, i know. you're always glad to see me." lohen smirks slightly.

and you just slap his shoulder weakly (or is your 'strong' just nothing to him?) "now you're just ruining the moment," you huffed playfully.

but he just tackles you onto the bed — not too rough, of course. "lohen!" you scold slightly, "your wounds are still healing!"

"yeah, yeah..." he mutters, now lying beside you— his head titling slightly to press against your shoulder, not long before he looks up at you, as if waiting for something...

"yes, yes... you are, and forever will be, the best and the strongest," you mused.

"mhm, mhm" he agrees smuggly, though it almost sounds like a purr to you

"forever my lohen?"

"yours," he mumbles — in that soft voice that doesnt sound like him — he's a little bashful even as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer "though ill have to get stronger twice as much if im gonna protect you too," he jokes (but hes serious) — only for him to suddenly, "oh shit— that stings," when you get to close to his wound.

"i told you to stop moving so much!"

[rissaito]

hare vs bunny….

[felibrary]

PAIRING: lohen x akademiya!reader (female)

SYNOPSIS: They say hair holds memories, but you beg to differ, it’s places. Afraid of reawakening certain memories you avoided going back to Mondstadt, it doesn’t help that the person you didn’t want to cross paths with—your ex Lohen—recently returned. After the incident two years ago, you can’t face him, out of fear that he’ll threaten you, and your feelings for him to resurface. 

WORDCOUNT: 4.5k | TRANSLATION OF TITLE: i keep lots of things in my heart (that's why my heart is so heavy) — berghain (rosalia) | CONTENT & WARNINGS: reader and lohen sometime speak german/switches between german and english (translations will always be given), ooc!lohen, reader and lohen are both not perfect but match ea's freak, exes to???, mentions of alcohol (no depiction of consumption), jealousy, cameo of ragbros, kaveh mentioned, might seem like self-insert, includes elements of yandere behavior which might not be comfortable for all audiences, hints of masochism/sadism, lohen calls reader "my girl" once, suggestive, hickeys; oneshot

AUTHORS NOTE: i downloaded genshin again just for lohen LOL also lohen might be mischaracterized so don't take my characterization and the twist i added to him and run with it. thank yewww !!

“500 mora.” 

“300 mora.” 

“400 mora.”

“350 mora!” This was getting beyond ridiculous. How could anyone demand so much for a mere book. Your jaw ticks, quite visibly flexing as you make your final offer. Coming to Mondstadt during the Windblume Festival practically means walking into a trap—one where they strip you of all your possessions, and you’ll leave with nothing but empty pockets. 

From a distance, you can hear bells chiming a tune, and bright laughter fills the air, adding to the cheerful melody, that is, until the woman opens her mouth again. “It’s a good price!” Annoyed, she lifts the book off the table and points at the price tag glued on the cover with her index finger, impatiently tapping against the sticker, as if to prove her point. “I even gave you a discou–”. You have a hunch about which direction this is going to go and decide to cut her off before she makes any more snarky remarks. “Es ist einfach nur unglaublich dreist so viel zu verlangen!”

“It’s just incredibly brazen to demand this much!”

For a split second, the woman’s eyes slightly widen in reaction to your words, her eyes fluttering rapidly in surprise. “Bist du aus Mondstadt?” She asks hesitantly and squints her eyes together to study you; her watchful gaze makes you shift on your feet. 

All you can do is meekly nod, awkwardly averting your eyes from her. To your surprise, she claps her hands together in delight, a newfound sparkle emitting from her eyes. “Warum hast du das nicht von Anfang an gesagt?” Her eyes take the form of crescent moons as she cocks her head to the side, smilingly, with her hands politely tucked behind her back.

“Are you from Mondstadt?” / “Why didn’t you say that from the beginning?”

You offer her a half-hearted smile, one that twitches at the corner of your lips on close inspection in irritation. If she hadn’t singled you out as a tourist right from the beginning and tried ripping you off—she might have known, but you don’t tell her that. 

It takes everything in you to simply laugh at her sudden change of attitude. It’s blatantly obvious—the favoritism she shows to people who are from Mondstadt. It’s not your business to meddle with but you doubt that this is how an earnest trade is supposed to look like, but it works out in your favor, so who’s to blame?

“Hate the game, not the player.” As Kaveh would say. Whenever he’d win against you during a game of cards, he’d blame it on anything else than the player’s ability (with the sole exception of Alhaitham, perhaps who’d taunt him first).

You can’t help but chuckle fondly as you think of the two back in Sumeru. Kaveh would’ve surely complained about the price too as he’d bargain for it to be lowered.

Only when her voice softens as she hands you the see de in exchange for the mora (which was all along not worth more than 200 mora) you snap back to reality. She attempts to converse with you, proudly slipping in her admissions about how many people she’s already ripped off today and eventually wishing you a good day, in an unexpected sweet manner, as you start to walk away.

“Danke Ihnen auch!” You shout over your shoulder before stepping further into the hustle and bustle, passing by people and skimming through the pages of your newly purchased book. 

“Thank you, you too!”

It’s a catalogue about typical Mondstadtian architecture throughout the centuries, each chapter telling the story of another architectural period that shaped Mondstadt. There are several terms you recognize—facades, cornices—things Kaveh has mentioned once before. As for the ones unknown to you, you make sure to ask Kaveh when you return.

When you get back home, you’ll make sure to wrap it up nicely and give it to Kaveh as a Mitbringsel (souvenir) from your little trip back to your hometown. At the very least you were relieved, because you were quite certain that Kaveh would be happy with his gift. 

In comparison to your other friends from the Akademiya Kaveh was the only eager one to receive a gift and you figured that this might be the best thing to give him. 

Thinking about it now, you might get something for yourself too. How often is it that you visit Mondstadt? You weren’t there for the last two Windblume Festivals, fearing that this place would evoke certain memories, but you suppose it should be fine now. 

After all, it’s been a while, so all the matters you left behind—the ones that were left unresolved, like a letter where the signature is missing—all you could do was pray to Barbatos that they flew away with the wind.

In all honesty, you didn’t plan for this trip to be long, thus you attempted to limit yourself to bringing only essential things, which meant that personal items became a second priority. 

Not even a full day has passed since you arrived in Mondstadt with all your luggage in hand. Truly, you love Mondstadt, you grew up here and spent a good portion of your life here, but if there was one thing you dreaded, ignoring how silly it sounds—the rough cobblestone paved floors. They were a pain to walk around on, especially with how bumpy the ways were.

But if there was one place in the entirety of Mondstadt that could ease this exhaustion it had to be Angels' share. The first thing you did when you stepped foot back home wasn’t going to your housing and unpacking—no—it was rushing to Angel’s share. Yes—with all your luggage.

After all, there was only one thing that could save you from the fatigue this trip gave you—a good wine brewed from the finest grapes in Mondstadt, and who else but the Ragnvindr’s could provide you that?

Upon arrival, you immediately rushed to the bar stools at the counter, propped your arms down and slumped your head against them to rest, practically hiding your face. All you heard was a huff from above and you could already paint out the image of a certain redhead rolling his eyes in disbelief at you. “Auch schön dich wiederzusehen.” Diluc said flatly, as he slid a glass filled with water over the counter towards you, before stepping away to prepare your drink. 

“Good seeing you again too.”

Although for the majority of your Akedmiya years, your studies kept you busy, in your leisure time you still made sure to find enough time to write letters to everyone. Despite the years you were away from Mondstadt, everyone treated you the same—your heart swelled at the thought and a small smile found its way on your lips. 

Diluc still knew your go-to drink and didn’t pester you with any infuriating small-talk, because he knows that you’re not in the mood to talk when you haven’t drunk yet. 

It’s almost like you never left. Everything was the same—the lively ambiance, groups of young friends encouraging each other to drink more while others had to drag their friends out before Diluc could catch them. You were under the impression that time had stopped and only continued when you were back here again, sitting with a certain someone every day after his shift ended. 

Being lost in your thoughts made you unaware of your surroundings that you almost didn’t notice the amused chuckle that came from right above you. “Oh, wen haben wir denn hier?” Hearing the familiar voice, with that tilt of tease to it, your head shot up, along with your widening smile. 

“Oh, who do we have here?”

In front of you stood Kaeya, practically grinning from ear to ear. “Mind if I sit next to you?” He didn’t even wait for your response before pulling the bar stool out and made himself comfortable. 

It was subtle, but the way his gaze shifted to Diluc's back and a somber shadow clouded his eyes, told you enough and you gave him a compassionate glance which he quickly brushed off with a reassuring smile. 

He’s quick to change the topic. “So how's it in Mondstadt?” He set his arm down the counter, before resting his face in the palm of his hand and stared at you in anticipation. “Well if we ignore that I arrived merely a few hours ago, I’m good.” You chuckled as you took a sip from the glass. 

Kaeya shot you an entertaining look. “Is that so?” His words left you confused and you furrowed your eyebrows. But it seems like he had no intention of answering, as his gaze wandered over to the group of adventurers who were sitting right beneath the table at the staircase and you followed him. Within the blink of an eye the group turned silent and ducked their heads together. Weird.

“Weißt du, wer letztens zurückgekehrt ist?” His sudden question took you aback. “Nein, wer denn?” You replied lost. “Großmeister Varka ist zurückgekommen, unter anderem mit der fünften Kompanie—du weißt, was das bedeu–”

“Do you know who recently returned?” / “No, who?” / “Grand master Varka came back, among others the fifth company—you know what that mea–”

Before you know it Kaeya’s words started to fade into the background as you got distracted by the touch coming from behind your shoulder. It was only then when you noticed that someone attempted to get your attention.

WIth ease you swivel around on your stool and face the person standing in front of you. On closer look, he was built quite slender, still you could see the lean muscles of his body peeking out from his clothes. 

He quickly noticed that you were scrutinizing him and quickly fixed his disheveled hair, before he coughed into his fisted hand as if to prepare himself to say something.

“Äh, hallo.” He starts off awkwardly. “Ich hab dich von da hinten gesehen und fand dich echt hübsch und wollte nur mal fragen, ob du vielleicht morgen zusammen das Fest verbringen möchtest?” 

“Uh, hello.” / “I saw you from behind there and found you to be really pretty and just wanted to ask if you’d maybe wanna spend time together tomorrow during the festival”

No wonder Kaeya was staring at the loud group of adventurers that were sitting at the back so intently. Whether it was a mere guess or intuition, you’re not sure, still you were impressed that Kaeya was so quick to connect the dots that one of them would come up to you.

Granted, he wasn’t quite your type or at least the kind of person you’d usually go for, but so was someone else. It wouldn’t hurt to give him a chance, you presume.

“Das ist sehr nett von dir und sicherlich können wir morgen Zeit verbringen.” You shoot him a polite smile. 

“That’s really kind of you and surely we can spend time together tomorrow.”

Whether it was the pressure of having his adventure peers looking at you, the exhaustion and your brain completely giving up on you or genuine feelings that made you agree, you weren’t quite sure. Admittedly, he didn’t look quite bad and seemed very nice, so why not give it a shot? 

It's only one date. He asked if he could pick you up and you’d just walk around a bit at the festival and then go eat dinner. There’s little that could go wrong, and even when things might take a turn for the worse, you’d only be staying here no longer than a few more days and return to Sumeru quicker than Kaeya would be able to open his mouth to order his next round of drinks. As for it if it turns out for the better—you’re still unsure. 

In all honesty, you weren’t sure if you had healed enough from your last relationship. However, you also don't want to spend your entire life mourning after a relationship that has sunken, so it’d be no harm to start a new one.

Just as you spotted a boutique where you could buy nice clothes to wear for your date tomorrow, a voice suddenly appeared from behind you, as if it had hidden itself within the shadows and jumped out at the right moment to scare you.

"Was ein Zufall, dich hier zu sehen.” An icy voice cuts through the atmosphere—the same voice that greeted you every morning and put you to sleep every night when you still lived in Mondstadt. It’s as if time has stood still, freezing everything into one place as you stopped in your tracks. “Lang nicht mehr gesehen.” The owner of the voice—Lohen—positions himself in front of you.

“What a coincidence seeing you here.” / “Long time no see.”

It’s only a natural reaction that the hairs on your nape would stand up in tension. Fear was an emotion that he could sniff out like no other, especially when it came to you. When he receives a whiff, he’ll already have his eyes set on you. The fear won’t disappear—you’ll be fearing for your life instead. 

Considering how close he stood to you, you were aware he wouldn’t turn a blind eye to the anxiety surging through your body. Not to mention your staggered, uneven breathing that was no different to someone catching their last breaths. You knew better than to ignore him, but how are you even supposed to begin?

Despite all the time which has passed, you didn’t even dare to look up to meet his eyes.

“How’d you know I was back?” Mere seconds which feel like an eternity pass and you muster up the courage to ask. The words are quiet, but you can practically feel his smug grin as he looks down at you. Involuntarily, but as if on instinct, you raise your head—Lohen is quick to act—squishing your face in the palm of his gloved hand, to keep you looking at him. 

Shame fills your senses, being treated like this in public by Lohen where everyone could see you, is beyond humiliating. Also, you’d never admit it, especially to him, but you missed him the most and out of all the times the feeling could’ve hit you, it had to resurface in a moment like this.

Fed up with him, you gesture for Lohen to let you go which only makes his grip tighten. “A little birdy told me.” He whispers sweetly, although the mockery his words are laced in doesn’t go unnoticed by you either, before finally letting your face go.

In response to his words you furrow your eyebrows together in irritation. “Kaeya.” You bite the inside of your cheek, as you recall your conversation with the cavalry captain from yesterday. 

Even if he’s pretending that he hasn’t heard you he doesn’t make it noticeable, instead he just gives you a tight lipped smile. At this rate you weren't sure if you’d be able to be around him any longer without  wiping that shit-eating grin off his face. 

Alas, you forgot how draining it is to talk to Lohen when he behaved like this—all innocent and oblivious, even though he’s always first to discover what's being hidden behind the curtain. 

It didn’t take long for you to grow restless. To make matters worse, you didn’t know how to remove yourself from the situation without Lohen leaving a dumb comment that'd go along the lines of you being afraid to talk to him.

“Lohen.” You call out his name, a cold sweat running down your nape. The reaction his mere presence has on you is akin to a blizzard that rages inside your entire body, causing it to shudder. “I think I left my stove on.” A measly excuse, you were aware and from the way his ruby eyes cast a glance at you in disbelieving curiosity, he knows you are lying.“I’d better go home to check. Excuse me.” Your lips press into a fine line as you nod your head politely at him and attempt to leave.

It happens so fast, you realize way too late that he’s seized your arm. “Lohen, let me go.” You warn him through gritted teeth. His gloved hands do a poor job at shielding your skin from him pressing his thumb further and deeper into your wrist.”Please.” You wince desperately. 

“Now, now, don’t be like that.” It’s immediate—the moment his eyes light up as you plead him and his smile widens, showing off his white pearls. 

More people start to gather around the two of you, standing still for a few moments before walking away as Lohen shoots them a look that screams no go away. Freshly returned Vice Captain of the fifth company Lohen causing a scene in broad daylight and quite literally holding you captive. 

Before his hands can slither any further, you firmly push him away. Lohen doesn’t even look surprised—amused would be befitting, as if he already knew that you’d do something like this. “Lass mich in Ruhe!” You snap and turn away from him. Deciding you’ve finally had enough you storm away.

“Leave me alone!”

It doesn’t take long for you to look back—pathetic, you know—would it be wrong of you to say that you were disappointed that Lohen didn’t run after you? All he did was brush over his coat to make himself look more presentable after what had happened just now. Not once did he look at you when you were walking away, you’d know, because your eyes were practically glued to him.

Whenever the two of you had your little play fights, you’d squeal and laugh while he’d insist on hugging you until you had to beg him to release you or else he’d squish you in his embrace. 

Well, you know the answer to your question yourself—you’re no longer together—you were the one who broke up with him. Taking that into account—you being the one who ended everything, you had no right to feel this way.

Just as you wanted to tear your head away from him, you see a young girl approaching him from your peripheral vision. In her right hand, pressed in between her index finger and thumb is an envelope, while in her left hand she holds a glowing red Windwheel Aster. That sheepish smile adorning her lips and her rosy tinted cheeks make you swallow thickly. Standing a few meters away from her are her friends giggling to one another and exchanging knowing glances as she chats up Lohen. 

For your own sake you turn away quickly before he reacts. An all too familiar feeling rises up in your chest—a puddle of disgust and jealousy—something ugly and one which you got rid of a long time ago—at least you thought so.

— 

Sure, you might not have had high hopes for the date, but you didn’t expect to be forgotten, like an important piece of advice that gets disregarded without a second thought. The clock keeps ticking in the background, as if mocking you that your date hasn’t come to pick you even though he promised to be on time.

Half an hour ago, you told yourself that you’d wait thirty minutes more, and maybe you should. After all he might’ve had difficulties finding your home and got lost on the way and has to ask for directions now. Maybe he stepped into a puddle and got his clothes all dirty, meaning he had to go back home to change. What if he was just too nervous and in reality he’s been standing in front of your door the whole time, trying to muster up the courage to ring the door be–.

The two-toned chime of your door bell jolts you out of your thoughts. He’s finally here, you think to yourself happily, as you walk up to the door and open it, inviting him in.

“Lohen?!” You yell in bewilderment, eyes widening in shock, as he stands in front of you with his hands neatly put behind his back. It wasn’t unusual for Lohen’s work clothes to be stained with all kinds of different substances. Be that mud, ash or even blood. Still there was something off. “Fancy seeing you here.” Lohen declares with that scheming smile on his face.

Hearing his words, you scrunch up your eyebrows. “I live here.” As soon as the words leave your mouth you regret them, because they sound more like a question rather than a statement. “I know.” He simply shrugs before barging into your house. 

“Hübsch siehst du heute aus.” Lohen says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, while you’re left speechless. He does it so effortlessly, as if he hasn’t just walked into your home; he came back into your life, and turned it upside down. “Wegen des Treffens oder warum?” He smiles slyly before shrugging off his coat and hanging it up on your hook.

“You look pretty today.” / “Because of the date or why?”

It’s only then that you notice the vermillion color staining his jacket and seeping into the dark fabric. The fluid runs smoothly down the piece of clothing, practically becoming one with the coat, and that’s when the gears in your head start turning.

“Lohen.” You say his name with a shaky breath. “Was hast du getan?” Your jaw tightens in anger and your clenched fists grab the material of his vest, pulling him closer for inspection. In hopes of finding any trace of regret or mercy, your eyes flicker over his face. His pale skin was dusted in brown ashy colors and without thinking twice you brush your fingers over his cheek to rub the dirt away.

“What did you do?”

Noticing what you did, you immediately try to pull away, but Lohen stops you. He moves your hands, the one you just pulled away and the one whose grip started to loosen on his vest, around his neck, pressing them into the flesh of his throat. You tried to pull away, but that only urged him to squeeze your hands tighter around his neck. 

“Suffered from external pressure to the neck which restricted the blood circulation.” Lohen expresses in choked out laughs. “Led to a deprivation of oxygen and the victim passing out.” He continues with an eerie smile on his face. It almost seemed like he wanted this. “And not to forget, suffered from long-term trauma and throat damage.” He took control over your hands and pressed them further into his neck. “Ich meine mich dunkel an sowas zu erinnern, du auch?”

“That rings a bell for me, for you too?”

Taken aback you try to pull your hands away from his neck, but he doesn't let you. Instead he tightens his grip that he has around your hands. “I’m having a good time. Why stop?” He chuckles dryly. However to your surprise he finally frees your hands from his hold and you fall back, stumbling behind in shock. 

Seeing that you’re in no position to talk, Lohen seizes the opportunity. “This is unlike you.” He takes a step forward and you can’t help but stare at him. You don’t move, you don’t shudder, you don’t flinch—nothing, all you can do is watch what he does next.

“Seriously, am I not just returning the favor?” He smirks and puts his gloved index- and middle finger beneath your chin to lift it up.”Did you seriously think that moving away, and starting a new life, would make you forget that you murdered someone?” He tilts his head to the side, the corners of his lips twitching upwards.

“I didn’t kill her!” Shivers run down your spine as you defend yourself frantically and Lohen lets go of your chin. “She was still alive, I made sure of it.” You whine. “Barely.” Lohen chuckles, seemingly amused by your panicked state. You can feel the way your heart rapidly beats in your chest, picking up at a faster pace every second. “I just wanted her to stay away from you.” You finally admit quietly.

Upon hearing your words, Lohen’s eyes start to glint with mischief, as if this was everything he ever wanted to hear from you, and maybe it was. “There she is.” He sighs in a relieved dramatic manner. “That’s my girl.” Your arm that rests stiffly at your side—Lohen takes it into his hand and brings your wrist to his lips. He then kisses the inside of your wrist slowly and deliberately while looking at you through half lidded eyes, as if to observe your reaction. 

Would you melt into him? Would you push him away?

After he lets go of your wrist he places your arm over his shoulder to get better access to you, closing the gap between the two of you. From this vicinity you could practically feel Lohen's warm breath fanning against your face. “You know, no one would have suspected you.” He mutters in a tone that could only be described as faux pity. 

“No one would ever get the idea that either you or me would kill mere civilians.” He whispers before kissing up your forearm until his lips eventually find the skin of your neck. You can feel the way he’s already latching his lips at your skin, nibbling on the part he wants to sink his teeth into. 

However you stop him by grabbing a fist of his hair, forcing him to look up at you. “That means you didn’t kill him?” You ask hesitantly. “Who?” He raises his eyebrow, seemingly unimpressed by your question. Only when you shoot him a knowing look does he sigh in exasperation. “Oh, him.” He eventually says. ”Yeah, of course not. Just taught him a lesson.” You wonder how Lohen is always able to act collected, even in situations like these. “He’s not in life threatening danger or anything.”

You’ve got the answer you wanted. Admittedly, you’d be lying if you said that Lohen’s actions didn’t stir something inside of you. The greed to keep him all to yourself came back—it never left, but now that you’re back with him—how are you supposed to live without him? He’s the only one who makes you feel like this—the only to give you this high. 

“I’m glad then.” You let out a breath you’ve been holding for a while and press your lips against the crown of his head. “Why are you thinking of someone else when I’m here?” Lohen jokes, but you feel the tinge of honesty in his words. “Niemals.” You reassure him by pressing a kiss onto his head, before giving him access to your skin again.

“Never.”

He continues on what he’s left off. With precision he latches his lips onto your skin and suckles on the spot, waiting for it to bloom in a pinkish color. “Did you think two years would wash away your actions?” He looks at the mark in satisfaction and licks over it, before moving his lips upwards to your jaw. “Don't forget, you're mine.” Subconsciously you start moving your arms around his neck, your hands now resting on his nape. “I’m yours.” He declares, before pressing a chaste kiss to your jaw.

“We share our sins.”

© FELIBRARY 2026. stealing, copying, translating, reposting my works on other platforms or feeding them to ai is not permitted.

[azikei]

BANNNGGGGERR

[imnasamu]

My Pen Pal Keeps Critiquing My Poisons!

Lohen X Reader

Summary : In which, you find a poisoned meal at your doorstep every morning. And so, you make it your life's motto to savor it and provide your thoughts.

Much to Lohen's dismay, you never seemed particularly impressed by any of his carefully crafted poisons.

While most love stories begin with flowers, yours began with poison.

Most people reacted poorly to poison. They cried, screamed, and maybe even succumbed to death.

You, apparently smiled.

Lohen had first heard the rumor by accident.

"Apparently the new medic (Y/N) has a strange fascination with toxins," a knight muttered over drinks.

He hadn’t meant to care. He really hadn’t. But something about the word 'fascination' lodged itself under his skin like a splinter that refused to be ignored.

So, naturally, he did what any reasonable man with too much curiosity and too little restraint would do—he investigated.

Two alchemists confirmed it later, whispering that you had once voluntarily tasted diluted snake venom just to observe its effects.

That further piqued his curiosity.

And what better way to find out the truth than test the rumor himself?

After a day of locking himself in his house, he had come up with his very own poison. Made from the remains of a dendro slime, mixed with a few crushed petals of Dendrobium, and a generous splash of expired alcohol stolen from the Cat’s Tail.

He didn't know if it was truly toxic. In fact, he just mixed random ingredients he found revolting.

He wasn't planning on truly poisoning you after all. In its current concentration, it would merely cause temporary numbness (maybe).

And so he placed a cute little package in front of your house (he stole the documents that held information of those working under the Grand Master to find your address). Inside the package was a plate of Hash Brown he had cooked himself.

Of course, the poison was sprinkled on top as well.

He knocked on the door to your house and hid in a bush nearby.

He watched the door open, a shiver of excitement going down his spine.

But when you stepped out, his eyes widened. You weren’t what he had imagined. Not old, not bitter, not hunched over with tired eyes and stained robes.

You looked... young and composed. Normal in fact.

You glanced at the package, shrugged, and brought it inside.

The next day, he had half hoped there would be some commotion. Instead, nothing happened.

Lohen found that significantly more unsettling than if you had screamed.

Did you not open it?

Did you die?

Worse, did you throw it away?

By the second day, irritation curdled into curiosity again, and curiosity dragged him back to your house.

He hadn’t even reached the door when something stopped him.

A box.

His box.

He stared at it, then at the note pinned neatly on top.

It read-

---

Observation Log

Possible dendro slime derivative.

Taste profile:

Slight bitterness.

Floral aftertaste.

Perhaps traces of alcohol.

Symptoms:

Tingling lips.

Mild numbness in fingers.

Onset approximately twenty-five seconds.

Conclusion:

Sloppily made poison.

---

He stared at the handwriting. The faint smell of alcohol lingering on the hastily ripped paper.

'..... Sloppy?' he scoffed, annoyance creeping up into his face. He crumbled the paper, staring at the door with a sadistic smile.

"Fine then. I'll show you real poison."

The next morning, another box appeared at your doorstep.

Like last time, you took it into your home. You had no idea who was delivering these, but the last package being drenched in a mild toxin made it interesting enough for you to open.

You tore open the box.

This time, it was a plate of mushroom pizza.

"Oh, that looks delicious." you muttered to yourself, noticing the unusual purple coloring on the crust.

You reached and held a piece of the pizza near your mouth. And without a care, you took a huge bite from the area where the coloring was the brightest.

The following day, Lohen returned to find another note on your doorstep. This time it was more detailed than the last.

---

Observation Log

Low concentration of Aconitum.

Taste profile:

Initial sweet-bitter note.

Followed by burning sensation.

Symptoms:

Numbness.

Dizziness.

Loss of strength.

Conclusion:

Good posion. Easily countered.

Although, I liked the taste of the pizza.

(attached are my other observations)

---

There were six pages attached.

Six.

Lohen stared, flipping through the pages with a smile. "God. She's insane."

This started the exchange of poisons and paper notes.

The next package that Lohen put on your doorstep had a small note of his own.

---

To the Medic

Firstly, fuck you.

Secondly, you missed a secondary ingredient. (Hint : It was Naku weed)

Thirdly, thank you for complimenting the pizza.

I made it myself.

---

Your response appeared the next morning.

---

To the Poisoner

1. Rude.

2. I did not miss the ingredient. Naku weed has no toxic properties. Just color.

3. The posion on the crust was obvious. Are you perhaps new to this poisoning thing?

---

Your responses pissed the Vice captain even more. Because how dare a lowly medic like you have the audacity to critic his cooking?!

He tried even harder after that.

More precise blends. Better masking. Controlled dosages. Carefully calibrated ingredients. Tried perfecting the recipe so you couldn't find any faults.

Everything.

After making sure everything was perfect, he delivered the next package. A plate of Northern Apple Stew.

The reply next day was written in a crumbled paper with messy handwriting.

---

Rules for Future Poisoning

1. No explosive diarrhea.

2. No permanent injury.

3. No organ damage.

4. No blindness.

5. No poisoning children.

6. Food should remain edible

---

Lohen rolled his eyes at the rules. "Killjoy." To him these rules just were unnecessary boundaries that ruined his fun.

But he never wanted to stop this exchange between the two of you. It was much too entertaining for him.

Unknown to him, that night ended with you locking yourself in your room. Having non stop diarrhea for hours.

Soon the notes became longer than the poisons themselves.

One morning, the package you opened had a plate of Cream Stew.

And this time the note attached had a list of ingredients used.

---

Current Theory

The toxin should produce localized muscle weakness.

Estimated duration:

Two hours.

Possible side effects:

Dizziness.

Drowsiness.

Complaining.

Will you be able to guess what I used (Y/N)? °^°?

---

Three days later Lohen received something he could only call a report.

A dossier.

Twenty-two pages which included diagrams, charts, annotated symptom timelines.

And corrections.

So many corrections.

---

Page 14: dosage error.

Page 17: please stop using kitchen spoons as lab tools.

Page 19: “Did you eyeball the concentration?”

---

Unfortunately Lohen had. And he hated that you noticed.

Months passed and somehow it became a routine.

Your medic colleagues grew increasingly worried seeing you drowsy every other day.

"Do you know who keeps sending you poison?" one asked.

You shook your head. "No, not really."

"Shouldn't that concern you?"

You looked confused. "Why?"

"Because they're poisoning you...?"

You blinked. Honestly, if the person wanted to kill you, they could have used other deadly toxins. Yet, they always made sure to use small doses and non lethal ingredients.

You smiled to yourself. "They are very considerate actually."

"... Oh." the medic froze.

You tapped a finger on your cheek. "They also have lovely handwriting."

"..."

The medic walked away. Unable to continue the conversation.

Lohen, meanwhile, was also not doing well.

Varka had his suspicions when he first saw the crazed man laughing while tasting the exotic plants he had ordered.

One day, while Lohen was away on a mission, he broke the lock of his drawer and read through all the papers in there.

Papers about toxic plants. Possible ingredients. And of course, all the notes you had written to him.

He ran a hand through his hair. "What the hell is happening in Mondstadt?"

Varka immediately dragged Lohen by the collar and pushed him into the store you worked in to apologize.

You looked up from your desk and instantly recognized him as your mysterious poisoner.

Not by his face. But by his hands.

The stained fingertips. The chemical burns. The ink marks. The quiet proof of obsession.

"Oh," you smiled softly. "It's you."

Lohen blinked.

Varka shoved him forward. "Apologise to the lady Lohen."

Oh. So his name was Lohen.

The boy looked deeply offended. "I don't want to."

"Apologize." The Grand Master repeated, his gaze cold.

Lohen sighed dramatically. Then glanced toward you. "...Sorry for poisoning you."

You immediately shook your head, a small laugh escaping your lips. "There is so need for apologies. I should be thanking you actually."

Silence.

Even Varka froze.

You continued, brighter now. "The poisons were genuinely fascinating."

Varka looked horrified.

"I learned to make dozens of new antidotes!"

Lohen stared. Mesmerized.

"Also the toxins were quite creative! Honestly, every morning became something to look forward to."

Varka took a breath, and turned his gaze to the ceiling, perhaps praying to Barbatos why they allowed these two people to exist.

"Also the notes were fun!" you added, opening your drawer and placing a the stack of notes you had carefully stapled.

Lohen wasn't even listening anymore.

Because you were smiling.

At him.

Because of him.

Because he had poisoned you.

It was a stupid conversation. The girl in front of him was grateful for poisoning her. It was reckless, idiotic and yet...

At that moment his heart made some several terrible decisions.

He realised.

With a lot of hesitation...

That-

'Oh.'

'Oh no.'

'You were kinda cute.'

He had known your name for months. Known where you worked. Known your habits. Your favorite medicinal herbs. The way your handwriting became messier when excited.

But seeing you in person? Actually talking to you?

He was finished.

Absolutely in love.

That night he didn't sleep. Instead he sat at his desk surrounded by herbs, powders, vials, and failed formulas, staring at his next experiment like it might hold divine answers.

Most men wrote poetry.

Most men gifted flowers.

Most men confessed.

But Lohen was not most men.

He lifted a vial of deep red liquid, watching it swirl under lamplight with a manic smile. "If she barely liked the last one... I'll just make one that is even better."

And thus began the greatest romantic pursuit in history.

Not through gifts or heartfelt letters.

But through an escalating series of increasingly sophisticated poisons.

Lohen's new life goal was simple.

Create a poison so fascinating, so beautiful so perfect....

That when you tasted it—

You'd fall hopelessly in love with its creator.

Unfortunately for him, the only thing you fell in love with was the chemical composition.

Fin

😭 😭 😭 I CANT WITH THIS GUY. I FEEL LIKE HE'S SOMEONE WHO'D GIFT YOU A BOMB CUZ HE LOVES YOU.

Some of the ingredients used r actually toxic while others r just bs. I tried making it as Canon as possible but I'm sure there r some mistakes. Sorry abt tht.

Anyway! Hope you enjoyed! Let me know your thoughts.

[indarius]

maomao coded reader?

[azikei]

FREAKING BANGER !!!!!!

[imnasamu]

My Pen Pal Keeps Critiquing My Poisons!

Lohen X Reader

Summary : In which, you find a poisoned meal at your doorstep every morning. And so, you make it your life's motto to savor it and provide your thoughts.

Much to Lohen's dismay, you never seemed particularly impressed by any of his carefully crafted poisons.

While most love stories begin with flowers, yours began with poison.

Most people reacted poorly to poison. They cried, screamed, and maybe even succumbed to death.

You, apparently smiled.

Lohen had first heard the rumor by accident.

"Apparently the new medic (Y/N) has a strange fascination with toxins," a knight muttered over drinks.

He hadn’t meant to care. He really hadn’t. But something about the word 'fascination' lodged itself under his skin like a splinter that refused to be ignored.

So, naturally, he did what any reasonable man with too much curiosity and too little restraint would do—he investigated.

Two alchemists confirmed it later, whispering that you had once voluntarily tasted diluted snake venom just to observe its effects.

That further piqued his curiosity.

And what better way to find out the truth than test the rumor himself?

After a day of locking himself in his house, he had come up with his very own poison. Made from the remains of a dendro slime, mixed with a few crushed petals of Dendrobium, and a generous splash of expired alcohol stolen from the Cat’s Tail.

He didn't know if it was truly toxic. In fact, he just mixed random ingredients he found revolting.

He wasn't planning on truly poisoning you after all. In its current concentration, it would merely cause temporary numbness (maybe).

And so he placed a cute little package in front of your house (he stole the documents that held information of those working under the Grand Master to find your address). Inside the package was a plate of Hash Brown he had cooked himself.

Of course, the poison was sprinkled on top as well.

He knocked on the door to your house and hid in a bush nearby.

He watched the door open, a shiver of excitement going down his spine.

But when you stepped out, his eyes widened. You weren’t what he had imagined. Not old, not bitter, not hunched over with tired eyes and stained robes.

You looked... young and composed. Normal in fact.

You glanced at the package, shrugged, and brought it inside.

The next day, he had half hoped there would be some commotion. Instead, nothing happened.

Lohen found that significantly more unsettling than if you had screamed.

Did you not open it?

Did you die?

Worse, did you throw it away?

By the second day, irritation curdled into curiosity again, and curiosity dragged him back to your house.

He hadn’t even reached the door when something stopped him.

A box.

His box.

He stared at it, then at the note pinned neatly on top.

It read-

---

Observation Log

Possible dendro slime derivative.

Taste profile:

Slight bitterness.

Floral aftertaste.

Perhaps traces of alcohol.

Symptoms:

Tingling lips.

Mild numbness in fingers.

Onset approximately twenty-five seconds.

Conclusion:

Sloppily made poison.

---

He stared at the handwriting. The faint smell of alcohol lingering on the hastily ripped paper.

'..... Sloppy?' he scoffed, annoyance creeping up into his face. He crumbled the paper, staring at the door with a sadistic smile.

"Fine then. I'll show you real poison."

The next morning, another box appeared at your doorstep.

Like last time, you took it into your home. You had no idea who was delivering these, but the last package being drenched in a mild toxin made it interesting enough for you to open.

You tore open the box.

This time, it was a plate of mushroom pizza.

"Oh, that looks delicious." you muttered to yourself, noticing the unusual purple coloring on the crust.

You reached and held a piece of the pizza near your mouth. And without a care, you took a huge bite from the area where the coloring was the brightest.

The following day, Lohen returned to find another note on your doorstep. This time it was more detailed than the last.

---

Observation Log

Low concentration of Aconitum.

Taste profile:

Initial sweet-bitter note.

Followed by burning sensation.

Symptoms:

Numbness.

Dizziness.

Loss of strength.

Conclusion:

Good posion. Easily countered.

Although, I liked the taste of the pizza.

(attached are my other observations)

---

There were six pages attached.

Six.

Lohen stared, flipping through the pages with a smile. "God. She's insane."

This started the exchange of poisons and paper notes.

The next package that Lohen put on your doorstep had a small note of his own.

---

To the Medic

Firstly, fuck you.

Secondly, you missed a secondary ingredient. (Hint : It was Naku weed)

Thirdly, thank you for complimenting the pizza.

I made it myself.

---

Your response appeared the next morning.

---

To the Poisoner

1. Rude.

2. I did not miss the ingredient. Naku weed has no toxic properties. Just color.

3. The posion on the crust was obvious. Are you perhaps new to this poisoning thing?

---

Your responses pissed the Vice captain even more. Because how dare a lowly medic like you have the audacity to critic his cooking?!

He tried even harder after that.

More precise blends. Better masking. Controlled dosages. Carefully calibrated ingredients. Tried perfecting the recipe so you couldn't find any faults.

Everything.

After making sure everything was perfect, he delivered the next package. A plate of Northern Apple Stew.

The reply next day was written in a crumbled paper with messy handwriting.

---

Rules for Future Poisoning

1. No explosive diarrhea.

2. No permanent injury.

3. No organ damage.

4. No blindness.

5. No poisoning children.

6. Food should remain edible

---

Lohen rolled his eyes at the rules. "Killjoy." To him these rules just were unnecessary boundaries that ruined his fun.

But he never wanted to stop this exchange between the two of you. It was much too entertaining for him.

Unknown to him, that night ended with you locking yourself in your room. Having non stop diarrhea for hours.

Soon the notes became longer than the poisons themselves.

One morning, the package you opened had a plate of Cream Stew.

And this time the note attached had a list of ingredients used.

---

Current Theory

The toxin should produce localized muscle weakness.

Estimated duration:

Two hours.

Possible side effects:

Dizziness.

Drowsiness.

Complaining.

Will you be able to guess what I used (Y/N)? °^°?

---

Three days later Lohen received something he could only call a report.

A dossier.

Twenty-two pages which included diagrams, charts, annotated symptom timelines.

And corrections.

So many corrections.

---

Page 14: dosage error.

Page 17: please stop using kitchen spoons as lab tools.

Page 19: “Did you eyeball the concentration?”

---

Unfortunately Lohen had. And he hated that you noticed.

Months passed and somehow it became a routine.

Your medic colleagues grew increasingly worried seeing you drowsy every other day.

"Do you know who keeps sending you poison?" one asked.

You shook your head. "No, not really."

"Shouldn't that concern you?"

You looked confused. "Why?"

"Because they're poisoning you...?"

You blinked. Honestly, if the person wanted to kill you, they could have used other deadly toxins. Yet, they always made sure to use small doses and non lethal ingredients.

You smiled to yourself. "They are very considerate actually."

"... Oh." the medic froze.

You tapped a finger on your cheek. "They also have lovely handwriting."

"..."

The medic walked away. Unable to continue the conversation.

Lohen, meanwhile, was also not doing well.

Varka had his suspicions when he first saw the crazed man laughing while tasting the exotic plants he had ordered.

One day, while Lohen was away on a mission, he broke the lock of his drawer and read through all the papers in there.

Papers about toxic plants. Possible ingredients. And of course, all the notes you had written to him.

He ran a hand through his hair. "What the hell is happening in Mondstadt?"

Varka immediately dragged Lohen by the collar and pushed him into the store you worked in to apologize.

You looked up from your desk and instantly recognized him as your mysterious poisoner.

Not by his face. But by his hands.

The stained fingertips. The chemical burns. The ink marks. The quiet proof of obsession.

"Oh," you smiled softly. "It's you."

Lohen blinked.

Varka shoved him forward. "Apologise to the lady Lohen."

Oh. So his name was Lohen.

The boy looked deeply offended. "I don't want to."

"Apologize." The Grand Master repeated, his gaze cold.

Lohen sighed dramatically. Then glanced toward you. "...Sorry for poisoning you."

You immediately shook your head, a small laugh escaping your lips. "There is so need for apologies. I should be thanking you actually."

Silence.

Even Varka froze.

You continued, brighter now. "The poisons were genuinely fascinating."

Varka looked horrified.

"I learned to make dozens of new antidotes!"

Lohen stared. Mesmerized.

"Also the toxins were quite creative! Honestly, every morning became something to look forward to."

Varka took a breath, and turned his gaze to the ceiling, perhaps praying to Barbatos why they allowed these two people to exist.

"Also the notes were fun!" you added, opening your drawer and placing a the stack of notes you had carefully stapled.

Lohen wasn't even listening anymore.

Because you were smiling.

At him.

Because of him.

Because he had poisoned you.

It was a stupid conversation. The girl in front of him was grateful for poisoning her. It was reckless, idiotic and yet...

At that moment his heart made some several terrible decisions.

He realised.

With a lot of hesitation...

That-

'Oh.'

'Oh no.'

'You were kinda cute.'

He had known your name for months. Known where you worked. Known your habits. Your favorite medicinal herbs. The way your handwriting became messier when excited.

But seeing you in person? Actually talking to you?

He was finished.

Absolutely in love.

That night he didn't sleep. Instead he sat at his desk surrounded by herbs, powders, vials, and failed formulas, staring at his next experiment like it might hold divine answers.

Most men wrote poetry.

Most men gifted flowers.

Most men confessed.

But Lohen was not most men.

He lifted a vial of deep red liquid, watching it swirl under lamplight with a manic smile. "If she barely liked the last one... I'll just make one that is even better."

And thus began the greatest romantic pursuit in history.

Not through gifts or heartfelt letters.

But through an escalating series of increasingly sophisticated poisons.

Lohen's new life goal was simple.

Create a poison so fascinating, so beautiful so perfect....

That when you tasted it—

You'd fall hopelessly in love with its creator.

Unfortunately for him, the only thing you fell in love with was the chemical composition.

Fin

😭 😭 😭 I CANT WITH THIS GUY. I FEEL LIKE HE'S SOMEONE WHO'D GIFT YOU A BOMB CUZ HE LOVES YOU.

Some of the ingredients used r actually toxic while others r just bs. I tried making it as Canon as possible but I'm sure there r some mistakes. Sorry abt tht.

Anyway! Hope you enjoyed! Let me know your thoughts.

[indarius]

maomao coded reader?

[tired-biscuit]

you know that trope where it’s princess + knight, but they’ve both been captured by the bad guys and the princess is now gripped by the jaw by the villain, receiving a thin cut to her cheek while remaining completely still with a defiant look in her eyes even as a droplet of blood begins to trickle out of the wound, all while 3 people AT THE VERY LEAST need to have their hands locked on the knight because he’s thrashing around like a wild animal, trying so so so desperately, violently, to get to her?

yeah, that’s porn to me.

[fanofthefandoms]

Lohen core

[miraeofficial]

LOHEN'S VOICELINES ABOUT YOU!

I. INTRODUCTION

"I spy with my little red eye something blonde and definitely a worthy opponent to cripple under my heel… It's the Honorary Knight! Hey, what brings you here? Oh, just a little stroll? Cool, cool. Hmm? What are these flowers I'm holding? Hahaha, it's Qingxin! I had it delivered all the way to Liyue, just to surpriiiiseee a special someone. And who might that be? Well, take a guess. They're someone I'm willing to rip this world apart for if someone else dared to even lay a strand of hair on their head. Someone that I'm willing to be used by in any way they see fit. They can collar me, punish me, or even abandon me, and I would still crawl back to them on my hands and knees like a happy, wagging dog eager for their affection. As long as they're happy, I'm happy. Sooo, any guesses? Why the frightened expression, dude?"

II. CHAT: SADISTIC TENDENCIES

"Hmm, I wonder what other toys I can use to make them squirm… Something that could bring tears of pleasure and pain at the same time. Maybe some hot wax or a flogger with sharp edges. Hehehehe…"

III. CHAT: PAPERWORK

"Can this stupid paperwork disappear any faster? That damn Varka knows I have a date with them tonight, and I can't be stuck here all fucking day. I swear, I'm thiiisss close to setting the headquarters on fire just to get out of here."

IV. ABOUT THE OTHERS

"Hmm? How did the others react to my relationship with them? Bahahaha! Oh, they didn't believe me at first; they thought I manipulated them or something. Yeah, the other knights made up these bizarre rumors about us, like when I probably threatened them with a dagger to their neck to make them date me. Can you believe that? I'm crazy, but I'm not that crazy... probably. Anyway, eventually they saw how happy we were together and accepted it. Some of them even apologized for doubting us. Whatever, it's one thing to doubt, but it's another thing to spread false rumors. It's all water under the bridge now, though. But I regret not teaching those fools a very thorough, valuable lesson because I would rather not anger my lover."

V. LOHEN'S TROUBLES

"Ugh… Being a big target for so many bastards across Teyvat is such a pain in the ass. The Fatui, Abyss scum, rival knights, and even some of the nobles in Mondstadt probably want me dead. I could deal with all that shit easily. But what really pisses me off is knowing they might try to use them to get to me. One wrong move and some coward thinks they can grab them just to make me vulnerable… Hah. The mere thought makes my blood boil. If anyone even dares to lay a finger on them as leverage against me, I’ll turn their entire bloodline into a cautionary tale. I’ll slaughter anything that tries to use them… but damn, it’s annoying that they even have the option."

VI. COMBAT: LOW HP

"Heh… is this all you’ve got? Pathetic. I can’t die yet—Fuck! I still need to go home to them. Don’t you dare make me break my promise to them…!"

VII. JEALOUSY

"Saaayyy, Honorary Knight. Are my eyes deceiving me, or are you pretty cozy with my lover recently… They're awfully adorable, hmm? Bet you want to hug them, hold their hand, maybe even steal them away from me? Ahahaha! …If you ever try it, I'll carve out those wandering eyes of yours and make you watch as I string your guts into a pretty little necklace for them. Okay? Hehehe... Just kidding! Or am I? You'll understand, right, Honorary Knight?"

VIII. DEMANDING RESPECT

"I thought it'd be a fun exercise to teach my fellow knights some basic respect and manners, especially when around my lover. Whatever my lover wants, they get. Anyone whining their asses off about it can take it up with me personally. I'll give them something to cry about, that's for sure."

IX. OBEDIENCE

"What is that look on your face? You want me to deliver this paperwork from Varka? Pshhh, do it yourself… Wait, my lover actually asked you to relay the message to me? Well, in that case, hand over the documents. Ah, ah, ah! I really insist."

X. ENCOURAGING VIOLENCE

"You'd be surprised that my lover encourages me to do whatever I want. It's probably because they know that I'll do it anyway, but the fact that they actually tell me to go wild as long as I come home safe? Hahaha! Fuck, that’s hot. They really are perfect for me. Because of their encouragement, I’ll slaughter entire camps of hilichurls, paint the snow red in Dragonspine, or carve my way through a Fatui ambush, whatever feels good. Honestly, their blessing makes the violence feel like foreplay, just saying."

[akamigi]

I just KNOW yan!Lohen will threaten to shoot himself in the head in front of you if you ever bring up the topic of leaving him...

[eyenthusiast]

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[yuanniiie]

Hear me out,

Sister! Darling who is from the Church of Favonius who secretly is into the Vice Captain of the 5th Company. As much as pious she pretends to be, there's no denying that she's a bit lustful for the Vice Captain 🫢

Does Lohen know of this? It's best that he doesn't

But knowing him...🫣

hey Hey Im Hearing You Out.

sliiight???? nsfw below i guess??? it's not much tbh sob but more crumbs may arrive in the future no promises tho :3

you, such a devout nun who sings praises to barbatos on the daily, have a little... thing going on.

whenever the vice captain of the 5th company passes by the church for some business to discuss with the cardinal, you just can't help but stare every time from a distance. he's quite the mysterious figure. you often overhear rumours circulating amongst the other sisters about the vice captain's... craziness, to put it lightly. his underhanded tactics for dealing with enemies, his unabashed methods of fighting, and his roughness on the battlefield...

it's all enough to get your mind running in a way which you're so ashamed of. how would it feel to get that rough treatment from him? you can already imagine the vice captain on top of you, berating you for being such a dirty sinner with a sneer on his face as you beg for more—you quickly shook those thoughts away as your face reddened from embarrassment and your stomach fluttered with want. you can't be thinking of such filthy, sinful things, especially about someone you hardly even know...!

you are an earnest, devout follower of barbatos who absolutely cannot afford to think of such vile, debauched thoughts! you continuously tell yourself that, but you just can't help yourself. curse you and this lewd mind of yours...! you hope barbatos would forgive you for those small, lustful glances you continue to steal towards the vice captain... and you pray for him to never notice your wandering eyes.

unfortunately, your prayers weren't heard.

each and every time lohen visits the favonius church, he always feels a pair of eyes staring straight at him with hardly any shame. he just so happens to catch you stealing another longing glance right before you look away in embarrassment. oh? seems like he's caught someone's eye, and it just so happens to be you, a devout nun of this very church. things were getting interesting.

he'll play this game for a bit, you cute, naive little thing.

ok this lowkey got me Thinking Hard thank you anon drool

might write a smut for this but im not too sure yet. heahaha

[miraeofficial]

The season of summer is a torture disguised as a paradise, with scorching heat and relentless humidity that drain the energy out of even the most enthusiastic sun lover.

The heat licking at your skin feels like a relentless assault, with the disgusting feeling of sweat dripping down your back and soaking through your clothes while also building up a second layer of flesh that sticks uncomfortably to your body.

Your eyes sting from the harsh glare of the sun, dropping tiredly from the sky like a relentless spotlight, while your mouth dries up from the constant need for hydration in the oppressive heat.

"Loheeennnn," you whined to your best friend, appearing normal as usual because he's the one who's currently enjoying the scorching weather with a cold blue popsicle in his hand, while you stand there, feeling like you're melting into a puddle of misery.

"Do you have one left?" you said, pointing at the popsicle. Your expression twisted in discomfort, and you tugged the collar of your shirt repeatedly to receive temporary relief from the sticky fabric.

He just stared at you as if he couldn't understand why you were complaining, smirking teasingly at your dramatic reaction to the heat. He licked the head of the popsicle, making sure he added obscene slurps and exaggerated moans of satisfaction just to rub it in further. His pinkish tongue swirls on the underside of the frozen treat, his eyes never leaving yours as he takes another slow, deliberate lick. You wish you had one, don't you? He thought.

His chest rumbled with laughter at the sight of your disapproving gaze. He almost choked on his popsicle when you suddenly shoved his shoulder out of spite, giving you a warning glare. "Hey, knock it off," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Not my fault you didn't get one for yourself."

You roll your eyes, knowing he's just trying to get a rise out of you. "Not my fault you didn't get one for yourself," you repeated, crossing your arms in mock annoyance. "Whatever, go choke on your popsicle for all I care." You turn away, still tugging the collar of your shirt to cool yourself down from the heat of the childish banter.

Lohen scoffed, shaking his head in amusement at your reaction. He knows this is just the response from the heat that was making your mood more irritable than usual. His fingers started to feel sticky from the melting popsicle in his hand; he immediately slurped the sweet, fruity liquid before it dripped onto his clothes. "Ah, shit…" he cursed under his breath.

You held your head high, making an "mmphm!" sound of satisfaction. "Serves you right,"

This brat…

He gave you a deadpan look before passing the popsicle over to you. "Here," he said.

You turned your head and glanced at the icy treat, your eyes widening at how the juice was slowly dripping down the stick. "Lohen, it's dripping!" you exclaimed, pointing at the disaster in the making.

However, your best friend quirked a brow. "Then, lick it off for me?" he teased, a sly glint in his eyes.

You grumbled under your breath, and you attempted to reach over for the popsicle, but Lohen's grip on the stick remained firm. "Dude, I won't be able to lick it off if you don't let me have it," you whined, trying to sound exasperated.

"You can do just fine licking the popsicle from my hand," Lohen replied, nudging the sweet treat to your awaiting lips.

You gave him a look. "The fuck?"

"Come on, come on." Lohen urged, slightly shaking the popsicle in front of you. "Stop complaining," he added with a faux pout.

You rolled your eyes as you slightly lowered your head to lick the underside of the melting treat, feeling the cold sweetness hit your tongue, then working up to the top as your mouth hollowed out to take in more of the delicious blueberry flavor.

Your lips were coated with glossy remnants of the popsicle, while your tongue was painted blue from the vibrant color.

You were too busy finishing the sugariest treat to ever notice your best friend's lustful eyes.

Lohen’s gaze darkened as he watched your tongue glide along the melting popsicle, slow and deliberate, just like he’d done earlier to tease you.

The way your lips wrapped around the icy length, hollowing your cheeks to suck in more of that dripping blueberry sweetness, sent a sharp heat straight to his groin that had nothing to do with the summer sun.

Fuck… just like that, he thought, imagining it wasn’t the popsicle at all but his own cock sliding between those glossy lips.

Your tongue swirling on the underside, catching every bead of juice before it could spill. Fuck, he could picture it perfectly: his throbbing dick in place of that melting treat sliding between your slick lips while you hollowed your cheeks just like that.

Your pretty tongue is swirling around the head, teasing the sensitive underside with those same eager laps, coating him in your warm spit instead of blueberry juice.

He imagined the kind of obscene slurps you’d make, the way your lips would stretch wide around his girth, glossy and swollen as you took him deeper, sucking with that hungry little mouth until drool mixed with precum dribbled down your chin.

Then you would glance upwards with your eyes half-lidded and wearing the most fucked-out expression. "I want more..." you would say while wrapping his cock in your hand and stroking it with a firm grip and teasingly licking the slit at the tip.

Lohen uncomfortably shifted in his stance, feeling the hardness of his pants growing as more inappropriate thoughts started to invite themselves unwillingly.

His fingers tightened around the stick, knuckles turning white. He wanted to do more than let you suck so prettily…

He wanted to push it deeper, forcing the cold treat down your throat until you choked and sputtered around it, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the sudden intrusion. Just to see you struggle a little, just to hear those pretty little gags while your throat tightened.

He wanted it. He wanted it. He wanted it so fucking bad.

Meanwhile, you finally pulled back for air, licking a stray drop from the corner of your mouth, and caught him staring. That intense, hungry look on his face was impossible to miss, and you know him far longer to recognized that look anywhere.

"You wish that was you, huh?" you said, voice low and teasing, a smirk tugging at your slick lips.

Lohen snapped out of it, blinking once, then scoffed. Before you could pull away completely, his free hand came up, fingers threading into your hair as he pushed your head further toward the popsicle.

"Keep sucking, slut."

[ceruleanheaven]

[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over

[minetro]

The Daily Life of Malipo

wc. 1.4k

After you and Kinich moved in together, he had curated a bit of a routine for himself that he looked forward to. But one day, his perfect life was shattered right before his eyes.  The culprit? Discounted shampoo.

tags: fluff, established relationship, slice of life, gen!reader, romantic comedy(?)

note: ending is a bit rushed icl

Malipo Kinich has always been deemed a reasonable man. 

As a saurian hunter, he approaches jobs with a tactical mind and a disciplined resolve which has garnered him a satisfied repertoire of clients over the years he’s been in his field. 

Outside of the job, his personality is no different. Consistency is a practice that Kinich actively subscribes to at all times.

When the sun rises, Kinich rises with it – never failing to awake at five, on the dot, every morning. After completing his routine exercise, he takes a quick shower to freshen up before grabbing a quick bite of breakfast. At this point of the day, he’s set and ready to head out – but there’s still one last thing left in his morning agenda. Kinich promptly makes his way back to the bedroom and takes a while to observe you, asleep, with an expression of tender bliss on your face – and when he’s ready, he bends himself downwards and plants a quick, chaste kiss on your cheek. Then, and only then, is he out the door as the clock strikes exactly at thirty minutes past six. 

The rest of the day goes as Kinich expects – jumping from one client to another and completing request after request (but if he’s lucky, he’ll be graced by the chance to meet you in between tasks). When midday arrives, Kinich doesn’t even try to hide the smile that adorns him. In a minute or two, he’ll finally be able to see you again for a lunch date together at a new restaurant that had opened up at the People of Springs. 

“Kinich!” 

His heart flutters at the way your eyes light up at the sight of him. 

“Hey.” He pulls you into a hug, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

The two of you walk into the restaurant hand in hand. 

“How’s your day been?” You ask, as per usual.

“Better, now that you’re here.” He answers, as per usual.

An hour passes by in a blink of an eye with the company of good food, conversation, and of course, you. Kinich makes it a point to walk you to wherever you're supposed to be before he inevitably will have to go back to his own errands and away from you. 

And Kinich pretends like he doesn’t want to stay awhile longer, ditching his next client to opt for more time to spend with you. But duty calls, and Kinich is not one to ignore his responsibilities. He relays his goodbyes to you and is about to leave for his next appointment before your shout stops him at his feet. 

“Wait!”

Kinich turns to you, confused. “What’s–”

His words are cut short as his lips are closed with yours.

“Okay! Uh, see you tonight!” You run off giddily. 

Kinich grazes his lips – the heat of yours still lingering on them even as he watches your figure slowly obscure with the growing distance. 

And with that, he’s certain he has enough energy replenished to last him till the evening. 

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As much as Kinich would love to run back home to you as soon as he’d got done with the last client of the day, he stops by the market to pick up a few things needed around the house. 

He reads the list he’d prepared in advance in his head.

Cleaning detergent. Eggs. Garlic. Salt. Those saurian crackers that you like. And Shampoo.

Nodding, Kinich carefully assesses all the items he’s gotten from the list – all that’s left is the shampoo. As he makes his way to the usual vendor he buys his shampoo from, Kinich is filled with thoughts of the dinner he will soon share with you. At that, the speed of his strides quicken. 

“Evenin’, Kinich!” The owner of the vendor calls out to him. “What’cha lookin’ for?”

“Evening. Kinich greets back. “My usual shampoo please, three bottles.”

“Gotcha!” The man pulls out three bottles of shampoo from a box below him and puts them on the counter. “That’ll be 9,000 Mora.”

Kinich freezes amidst taking out the money from his bag. 

“Come again?”

“That’ll be 9,000 Mora, please.” 

“Isn’t it usually 8,000 Mora?”

“My supplier said that the cost of production went up,” he explained. “Sorry, Kinich. Nothing much I can do about it.”

Kinich frowned. It wasn’t that he didn’t have money to spare, a thousand is certainly not gonna push him to the point of poverty. He simply did not like seeing the numbers of his daily expenses rising. 

Just then, Kinich’s eyes caught sight of this moment's saviour. A bulk sale. Ten bottles of shampoo for the whopping price of 15,000 Mora. 

Kinich made the calculations in his head. 1,500 Mora per bottle, he’d be getting half the price for one bottle compared to his usual shampoo. 

It’s a steal.

“Nevermind, I’ll get that instead.” Kinich pointed at the sale. 

It was a completely different brand than he was used to, but Kinich figured that as long as it got the job done of cleaning his hair then there wouldn’t be a stark difference anyways.

The man chuckled, seemingly used to Kinich’s antics. As a merchant, he’s well aware of the saying that if there’s a discount then there will be Malipo Kinich. He went to grab the ten shampoos, placing them on the counter. 

“That all?”

“Yes.” Kinich hands him the payment. “Thank you.”

“Pleasure doin’ business with ya!”

Turning his heel, Kinich wasted no time to make his journey back home. He could finally spend the rest of his time relaxing and unwinding with you in his proximity. 

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It was a lazy evening and so the two of you had agreed to skip cooking and instead heat up some leftovers from last night for dinner. The conversations exchanged above the dinner table were nothing extraordinary or extravagant – merely a casual exchange of mundane happenings and passing thoughts that carried no particular weight. 

“Speaking of Sumeru, we should make the time to go there!” You said in between bites. “I heard they have this forest with really, really tall trees. Apam Woods, I think.”

Kinich hummed. “When we get the chance to take time off work, sure.”

After the tables had been wiped down, dishes cleaned spotless and put away, and the conversation had calmed to a low murmur, Kinich prepared himself for bed. Heading into the shower – new bottle of shampoo in hand – to wash away the day’s build up of filth. 

With a towel on his head, Kinich rummaged through his hair harshly – trying to quickly dry them so he could jump into the bed where you awaited him and commenced with the last bit in his nightly routine agenda; cuddling to sleep. 

He waddled his way with hurried footsteps to the bedroom where you were already waiting for him – patting his side of the mattress for Kinich to occupy. Nestling into your arms, Kinich sighed as he felt the familiar feeling of your fingers caressing his hair – relaxing his body and resting his head on your chest where he’ll fall asleep to the sound of your heartbeat and your gentle breaths against his head; just like every other night.

“Eugh–,” you groaned, pulling yourself away from him.

Huh?

“Huh?” Kinich echoed his thoughts.

This isn’t what usually happens. 

“Did you… change your shampoo?” You asked, still running your fingers through his hair, but in a way that suggests you were inspecting his head. 

“Is it that obvious?” Kinich sat up. “Yeah, why?”

“It smells different…,” you retracted your hand from his hair, proceeding to remove yourself entirely from him.

What. What’s happening?

Kinich stared dumbfounded as you laid with your back facing him, letting out a cheery and unassuming “oh well, good night!” Drifting off into dream land leaving him to cope by his lonesome from a shocking reality.  

Did you just… reject him? But, you two always cuddle at night – how could this happen? 

Kinich laid on his back, his wide eyes glued to the ceiling. What could have caused this?

The Shampoo. 

If Kinich continued to use that shampoo, would you eventually break up with him? He shook his head, no, could not allow a repeat of tonight. 

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Malipo Kinich has always been deemed a reasonable man. 

But you seem to be the catalyst causing exceptions to his deadset principles. 

The next day, he’d found himself back at the vendor’s stall.

“Three bottles of my usual shampoo, please.”

In the end, the reasonable, money-conscious Malipo Kinich lost 15,000 Mora and spent an extra 9,000 Mora more in the span of two days. 

All for the sake of protecting the routine he’d grown accustomed to, and of course, to preserve the sacred ritual of his nightly cuddles.

[azikei]

THIS IS SO GOOD THIS IS SO GOOD THIS IS SO GOOD THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

[akuunosuke]

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