a truly self indulgent sideblog

18+ only! just an adult woman having a good time. Always looking for new friends!! monsters, humans, anything goes ;) expect Reader fics (as a fan of darker content here's my warning! expect that stuff mixed in with the fluff) and do I have to say it? antis fuck off

[tealmussel]

It's me and my oc x canon against the world

[noahknowsnothing]

I think mortenax blade is essentially a human furnace, he's all nice and warm when you hug him or are just even near him, it's especially nice in colder days where you and silver wolf just hug him to combat the cold, why wear something warmer when you have your human furnace on hand-

But alas blade does allow you guys to hug him and he also scolds you and silver wolf to wear warmer clothes as well

He's wonderful for cuddling because he has become a human heating weighted blanket which is especially nice

[catsandcranes]

idk if this is a hot take but i think the rise of "i read/watched *thing* so you don't have to!" videos of stories that just aren't to the creators tastes is a bad thing

yeah of course you think the monsterfucker book is cringe, you aren't a monsterfucker :/

[catsandcranes]

the passage of time is fake i haven't been playing genshin for two years what do u mean

[chaosrevivedx3]

gem i found on twitter

[starrylyy]

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੭﹕﹒ Illuga x Reader ꩜ .ᐟ

TAGS: Gn! reader, Female reader, fluff, Illuga x reader, headcanons, established relationship

WORDS: 730

CHARACTER(S): Illuga 

FANDOM(S): Genshin Impact

A/N: Hello! back again with some Illuga x Reader head canons, there's barely anything written for him so thought I'd contribute something (´꒳`)♡ also this can be read as gender neutral or Female reader.

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Illuga who escorts you to and from destinations, since he works in one of the more dangerous places in Nod Krai your safety is top priority to him. that and if it gives him just a little extra time to be with you then he's down since his job is very demanding with the wild hunt and the Abyssal corrosion that's around. 

Illuga who kisses you on your hands, its a sweet guesture of his, kissing your soft skin and then greeting you with his eyes locked with yours. sometimes he'll trail kisses down your hands too he's missed you so much even though he saw you earlier that morning.

"Hello my Love, feels like forever since I last saw your beautiful face" "Oh please you flatter me too much, Illuga your making me blush"

Illuga who is protective of you, you can't blame him he''s driven by past traumas and he never wants to go through all that again, loosing you would do more than break his heart it would destroy his soul, shatter his very being. He's holding onto your hand tightly the two of you are walking closely together, his weapon on his back, his eyes are darting in every direction making sure no danger is around, you ease him by rubbing gentle circles on his knuckles, he'll look down at that then look back up at you and give you a half smile.

Illuga who's let you borrow his coat at times, one time you showed up without a jacket to his campsite and he immediately pulled off his coat and gave it to you, requesting nicely that you wear it, sometimes he'll give you lectures about how its too cold to be wearing nothing but other times he'll just hand you his jacket and not say a word. 

"Illuga now your going to be cold!?"' "I have an extra jacket so don't worry about it [ Name] just please I'd rather you not catch a cold please"

Illuga who's love language is physical touch, he loves when you have your hand pressed to one of his cheeks, he'll go as far as to keep it there and bask in your warmth, the touch of your palm and finger tips feel like the actual heavens to him, your just like an angel is disguise. He also loves cuddles and kisses, he especially loves hand holding during cuddling, he'll be spooning you and the two of you will have one of your hands interlocked together. He loves being kissed on the nose or lips, he finds it sweet meanwhile he loves kissing your lips,cheeks and even your forehead .

Illuga who gets shy when you admire his scars, he may feel insecure about them at times especially the one on his neck, but all you see is a very handsome gentlemen that's been through so much and that he deserves so much care and attention. if he allows you, you'll trace his scars and say something nice about them causing him to get flustered sometimes or just be at a loss for words. 

Illuga who would propose to you in the very place the two of you first met, with some lanterns around and a blanket on the ground, he's prepared a picnic to pop the question to you.

Illuga who gets up early for work and kisses you goodbye before leaving, and when he returns he'll kiss you hello, you'll ask him about work and it will be the same most of the time, eat dinner together, get ready for bed together and repeat, though there will be rare occasions where he'll have days off which he dedicates them to spending time with you.

Illuga who's a good cook, he makes really good food like chef level food, putting so much effort into some tasty meals for you and him.

Illuga who will bring you flowers almost everyday when he gets home, he'll have a boquet in hand and hand it to you along with a kiss on the cheek. 

"Saw these and thought of you, my dear" 

Illuga who trusts you enough to let loose and be vulnerable with you, to be emotional, to be honest, he feels the safest when he's with you. 

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[scaramouche-bully]

— ☆ Defilement

Includes: Lohen

[ Sub ] Gender-neutral reader Contains: Masturbation, spit, yandere themes, implied freak4freak, cannibalistic thoughts (not really, Lohen thinks about eating a photo), pain kink + established relationship

[ masterlist ]

I swear I don't have a spit kink, even though I bring it up in every single piece of writing I do for Lohen. He canonically has one (he does not); I don't make the rules. That second-to-last paragraph is all that is holding the virtues of this fic.

If Lohen were a better person, he'd feel guilty for this. You look so happy, blissfully unaware of the full extent he's going to get out of this single photograph of you. Though he wasn't lying when he said that he missed you, he does, terribly so.

"Where did you get a kamera? I thought you could only get them in Fontaine?" you ask, turning the little box around in your hands. Two circle lenses reflect your curious eyes back at you as you hold it up and idly fiddle with the wheel on the side. Tiny clicks sound with each turn and you smile to yourself at this fun invention. How civilization got to this point, where you could capture a moment in this tiny box, never fails to astound you. It's not as if you haven't seen one before; the Knights have a few, but you were never allowed to play with one in case you accidentally dropped it. Fontaine is far, and you don't have the mora for a replacement.

"Had a mission that sent me there, felt wrong to not at least bring back a souvenir," Lohen says, sitting beside you with one leg crossed over the other as he gazes at you fondly at your child-like wonder. In truth, he was mostly influenced by his fellow Knights. The expedition in Nod-Krai forced everyone to be closer, bond over their shared homesickness, and a few had pulled out pictures kept hidden deep in their bags and pockets. Family members, loved ones, even pictures of food to remind them of what they were fighting for and what was waiting for them.

"It must have been expensive. Why did you choose to buy one?" You finally pry your eyes away and turn to face Lohen, who quickly wipes the frown off his face, "Don't tell me you're going to start taking pictures of all your victims now..."

"Not exactly what I had in mind, but I will now. What a great suggestion!" He laughs even at the exasperated look you give him, though he immediately raises his hands in surrender, "Kidding! There was a special deal going on; it wasn't selling it for much since this one is only a prototype, so I thought, why not?"

His eyes drift to the wall, moving his hand to cover half of his face as he whispers the corrupted truth, "I...may have also wanted to take a photo of you so I could take it with me on my missions. I would feel a little less lonely, you know?"

You blink at him, waiting for the ball to drop, but when it doesn't you beam at him, genuinely moved by his show of vulnerability. You open your mouth to say something, a cocky little smirk but you quickly shake your head and pass the Kamera back to him. Shuffling until your back is pressed against the couch, you lay your legs across his lap, smoothing your clothes free of wrinkles, and settle into a more natural position.

"Well then? What are you waiting for?" You ask, lifting your hand and flashing a peace sign. Lohen can only huff in amusement, holding the Kamera up to his eye, one finger on the capture button. He makes sure you're centered in the viewfinder, zooming onto your face.

"Now, say Valberry!"

"Fuckk..." Lohen bites down on his shirt to hold it up, his outer cape and jacket stripped off and thrown haphazardly onto the floor. Impatient hands struggle to unbutton his pants, nearly ripping the threads to pull them down just enough to wrestle his cock out. He's half-hard already, throbbing with each heartbeat that even the open air is making him shiver. With each bob of his cock, he can see the picture of you smiling so brightly at him peeking out, caged between his thighs. He moans deeply, chin tucked into his chest, and he has to squeeze the base of his cock to stop himself from cumming just at the sight of you. His thumb digs into his slit painfully to catch the bead of precum about to drop; he doesn't want to sully you so early. This mission is estimated to last a full week, and he's barely an afternoon in.

He rolls his tongue, pressing it against his cheek to gather enough saliva to spit into his hand. There's probably some lube in his bag, but he can't be bothered to dig for it with his pants halfway down. Plus, he likes the dry burn. Pumping himself to full hardness takes less than a minute, that welcome burn of pleasure gathering in the pit of his stomach as his rough hands scrape against his cock. Lohen groans, eyes half-lidded as he twists his wrist, nudging his cock to the side so he can see you every time he strokes up. He's hurtling towards the edge with just his hand, and it's sad and pathetic all at the same time.

"Ah..haah, seriously-" His throat goes dry as his hand grows hotter and wetter with each thrust. His bangs are sticking to his forehead, a sheen of sweat building on the base of his neck and down his back. He's practically humping his hand, the slick noises bouncing around to keep him company, as his mind daydreams about how amazing it would be to have you here. To kiss, and bite, and fuck until that ditzy smile turns dumb and you're screaming his name. For those eyes that stare up at him through the filter of paper, to roll to the back of your head, lips smeared with spit, and drag pretty little moans out of them. For him.

His fist slams against the ground, heavy enough to lift the photograph up as he hunches over until his hair brushes against it. His heavy breath punches out as his chest rises and falls, looking down his nose at you. For a brief moment, he contemplates crinkling the photograph and shoving it into his mouth. It's already ruined; he might as well go all the way. To dig his teeth in and chew until it's a soggy mess, to lather his tongue against your portrait and defile this innocent moment captured on film. To keep this captured image of you somewhere safe where no one can touch you, look at you, or be near you. You'd be with him forever. He lets his tongue loll out, spit dripping from the tip of his tongue, as he licks the waxy paper, smearing your face with a glossy sheen. If he could just bite down-

He throws himself back, landing flat on his back, his arm over his eyes so all he can see is nothing. He can't. He can't do that yet, you'd hate him, and he refuses to have that happen. It's fine for now; your attention is still on him, you love him. Otherwise, why would you smile so sweetly at him? Manic giggles spill from his lips, progressively growing more crazed as he bucks his hips forward into his hand, squeezing tighter, tigther, tighter-

"Ah- Ah- I'm gonna..!" He bites his arm until he tastes iron, that stinging pain the last push he needs to have that knot in his stomach snap. He’s coming, fast, hard, and so fucking good he almost knocks out then and there, white strings spurting from his cock and landing wetly onto his stomach and the floor. His hand gradually slows down, cock twitching in sensitivity before falling to his side listlessly. He pants heavily, head craned back as he basks in the glow until he realizes that your photo is still on the dirty ground. He props himself up quickly, bearily blinking down to see your photo now wet and dirty, streaks of white cum over your smiling face. Ah- even when he's not trying to, he somehow always circles back.

"Aha...sorry, I made a mess again," he whispers, even if you can't hear him, and delicately picks up the photo. Without much thought, he extends his tongue out to lap at the string of cum, the waxy finish making the glide smoother until it snaps off the edge of his tongue.

There. All clean. He flips the photo to the other side, checking to see if the stains bled through, and his breath hitches on what's waiting for him. A short, crude message you've scribbled on the back followed by a playful heart. A hushed laugh escapes him; he should have expected you'd catch on, though he wonders how soon you did. Perhaps he's losing his touch. He turns the photo back around, rubbing his thumb along the curve of your cheek, only the feeling of paper against his skin, and he groans pitifully at the clench in his heart.

When he gets back, he'll make sure he takes extra pictures.

[kinichiwa]

Sparring — Kinich. kinich x gn!reader, possibly suggestive(?) at the end

“Got you.”

Your back hits the dirt with a soft thud, both wrists pinned above your head in Kinich's grip. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice your weapon skittering across the floor, settling uselessly beyond reach. If Kinich notices too, he doesn’t show it — his gaze is completely trained on you.

Even as you lay there for a few seconds, unmoving, your deep, labored breaths hardly even out, and your muscles continue to burn from the exertion. Yet, the hunter above you appears almost…unbothered.

If anything, he looks energized, a light flush dusting his cheeks as multicolored eyes stare into yours — the obvious contrast between your states makes you frown.

“Not fair,” you huff. “You don’t look tired at all.”

Kinich chuckles, an amused smile tugging at his lips. “And you look like you’ve been to the Night Kingdom and back,” he teases. You resist the urge to kick him.

“But I was closer this time,” you press, looking sulky. “We’ve been training for ages, I must have improved!” An unceremonious grumble leaves your lips.

Kinich thinks you look cute like this, your hair parted messily around you and an almost childish pout adorning your face. It reminds him of what little youth he was able to afford in his own childhood, but he quickly pushes that thought aside. It's easier to forget those things when he's with you.

“You have. You simply need to practice more,” he states, not unkindly. You’re about to complain that, at the very least, he could praise you a little more for your efforts, but Kinich is always one step ahead. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your lips. That effectively shuts you up.

“You’re doing so, so well already,” he murmurs, voice barely a whisper (Kinich always seems to know exactly what you want, for some reason). You figure there must be a rather shocked look on your face, because Kinich chuckles smugly before fully slotting his lips against yours. This time, he kisses you with a little more fervor, grip on your wrists long forgotten as his gloved fingers glide down your body with familiarity, making you squirm.

It isn’t until you’re panting again that he finally pulls back, a knowing smirk on his lips.

“You think you can take another round?”

dividers by @uzmacchiato

[enden-k]

what can i say......i like squishing his face 🙂‍↕️ we should squish him more

[catsandcranes]

watching people freak out again about leaked content makes me question how smart they are. sorry did we forget they thought Lohen was gonna be standard? or that zibai was gonna to be ANEMO SUPPORT?

stop doom spiraling about what noted liars say and wait for the official info you impatient children

[mrsblaileen]

dom!Sukuna who’s fine with you touching yourself, so long as you don’t put anything inside... nsfw 18+ mdni.

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“You’re soaked. Really gave her a workout, hm?”

His thumb swiped between your legs slowly, lazily. Just enough to graze over your clit, still perked and twitching with residual little sizzles of pleasure.

He paused a moment just to watch you clench around nothing, to indulge in the feeling of your clit pulsing beneath his thumb before his touch dipped lower. Calloused fingertips traced around your entrance, smearing the slick left drooling there in the wake of your nth orgasm.

“But not here, right?” He questioned, voice nothing but a deep rumble as he teased at your rim.

You shook your head slowly, feeling dizzy and a little breathless. Brain fuzzy now with the delicate brush of his fingers tracing your neglected entrance, and the way his voice felt over your ears - silky and utterly decadent.

“Of course not,” he soothed, voice still low, painfully intimate, “because only I’m allowed inside, isn’t that right, pet?”

As the last word left him, his wrist finally moved. Two thick fingers slipping inside with an ease that made your stomach drop and your pulse leap to a frenzied thrum. Your body welcomed the contact, sucked the length of him inside greedily until you felt the heel of his palm grind against you.

“Yes sir…” you breathed, nothing but a whisper as you watched the muscle in his forearm jump from beneath half-lidded lashes. Listening to the slurry of wet noises he was beginning to draw from you, and huffing out a choked little gasp each time his palm kissed your sticky clit.

His fingers curled with an obscene ‘squelch!’, petting somewhere deep and tender that had your lashes fluttering closed and a shaky breath escaping from between your parted, raw-bitten lips.

“That’s a good girl,” he purred, savouring the sight of your chin hitting your chest as you began to melt into the mattress, the feeling of your pussy clenching desperately around his digits - blindly chasing a pleasure only he could provide.

[amagumoart]

my sweet little bunny ݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆

[aexias]

#thinking about enjin's oral fixation

cw: nsfw, fem!reader, oral, nipple play, semi-public sex (?), bathroom sex, enjin is annoying as fuck, overstimulation, uhh did i mention he's mad annoying ?

a/n: hes so fucking annoying i wanna sit on his face.

One of the very first things you noticed about Enjin was that he always enjoyed keeping his mouth busy. Whether it was chewing on those rancid mints Eisha insists on giving everyone as they exit the infirmary (No one has the heart to tell the sweet girl that they're awful.), or Enjin runs his mouth. You sure as hell prefer him eating those mints. His voice is grating in your ears sometimes, doing nothing but spiking your blood pressure and cortisol.

It's sexy, his voice. And you love Enjin dearly. But when you're on the verge of passing out in the middle of the hall, smelling like absolute shit, the last thing you want is him in your fucking ear, rambling on about bullshit. Maybe that's why you find him more attractive when he smokes— He's high and quiet.

Your favorite though is when his mouth is on you.

"Pretty," Enjin breaths against your swollen skin, his tongue lapping at your nipples. Even as you tremble pressed against the shower tiles, he doesn't let up. You've had a long day of fighting. All you wanted to do was take a shower and rest, but Enjin had other plans.

Not that you mind.

"Cute," He mumbles again, lips suckling on the swollen bud. He alternates between each of your breasts, hands firm on your hips. Even as you push at his shoulders, Enjin doesn't stop.

You huff, the steam in the bathroom dizzying your head. Enjin's hands keep you stable as he kneels between your legs. Instinctively you raise your leg to rest over his shoulder, leaving Enjin to suck markings into your skin.

His eyes stay on your face though, watching your brows knit and bottom lip quiver. His knuckles run through your slit, tattooed hand gripping the plush of your thigh. He doesn't say anything, focused on the task at hand.

You reach down to guide his head to your sex, his tongue lapping at your soaked slit. It takes a lot of effort to not let out load noises. Lord knows who is creeping around your bedroom. The walls are pretty thin in the building anyway.

“Should let me do this all the time.” Enjin speaks with his mouth full, fingers pushing past your entrance as he sucks on your clit. His tongue drives up the bud, swirling it around in his mouth. Your nails dig into his scalp, a loud moan escaping your lips.

“You already do, dumbass.” You almost double over, hand slipping off the tile. But Enjin’s strong arms wrap around both your thighs, letting your body weight rest in his arms. The sight is dizzying, to say the least.

“I should be here all day.” He says, pulling back for a moment to admire your face. “Seems like you like it. You get so loud. Especially when I—“ You shove his face back against your sex, ultimately silencing him. You hiss, feeling his bulky fingers prod at your sweet spot.

The pleasure comes in waves, all-consuming just like Enjin is. He mumbles something else, but your ears don’t catch it. Not over the water and the sound of your own heartbeat.

“Enjin!” You cry out, voice cracking when his hand leaves your thigh to pinch your swollen nipples. Your hand presses over his, cupping the back of his hand. Enjin doesn’t let up, continuing to pleasure you. His eyes stay on your face, cock throbbing against his thigh. He doesn't care though, not when you're so strung out like this.

You clench your eyes, lips forming in an o-shape as your hips buck against Enjin. You're desperate and tired. You need to cum so badly you're almost willing to let Enjin talk you ear off. Thankfully though, Enjin is just as desperate for you to cum from his mouth. He hums softly into your sex, the vibrations serve to tighten your climax that builds in your stomach.

Your nails are scratching and tugging meanly on his scalp. You can taste it on your tongue, the wave of pleasure that is predestined to crash onto you. You moan out curses, forgetting that possibly anyone could be in the hallway. But you've lost all inhibition.

"I know, baby. I know." Enjin pulls away to lick at your clit, pressing his tongue flat against the bud once more. "Cum, I know you wanna." Enjin presses kisses around your inner thighs, fingers still working into that spongy spot deep inside of you. Your heels kick against his shoulder blades before your toes begin to curl.

Your entire body tightens, prepared for the inevitable. Enjin sucks on your clit hard, blunt nails digging into your thighs to push you over the edge. You cum with a sharp inhale, sobbing out his name. Enjin takes you through the high, working his fingers and tongue in tandem. When you begin to buck from the overstimulation, he softens his touch. Enjin lets your shaky legs drape off his shoulders, gently stabilizing you.

You shudder, watching him stand and pull you into his arms. He leans down, squeezing your face with one hand to pucker kisses against your soft skin. He mutters something that you do not care to hear before letting his touch litter down your neck.

"So good, hm? Is that what you needed?" Enjin lets his hand rest on your hip, his knuckles running down the warmth of your sides. "You're so loud, you know? Shouting for me." You turn away in embarrassment, ears twinging red. Even as the two of you shuffle out the bathroom, Enjin can't keep his mouth off of you.

He presses kisses into your skin, biting at your fingertips when you go to push him away. Your bare breasts rub against him in the process, causing you to shudder. He smiles against your finger pads.

"Sensitive." He states plainly, his teeth gently nibbling on your finger. You sigh, snatching back your wrist. Enjin lets you go for now, watching you lay on the bed. He joins you, climbing beside you. He busies himself with your shoulder before running his mouth over your chest.

He parts his lips, tongue running over your hardening nipples. You let out a sigh, back arching into his mouth. With your hand in his hair, you ruffle his strands, slapping his shoulder. Enjin pulls back with a boisterous laugh, plopping beside you with a muffled thud. You curl into his side, bare as can be. You point your finger at his face with the most serious look you can muster,

"Keep your mouth off me, mister. Or I will tape it shut." You narrow your eyes.

"Wanna tie me up too while you're at it?" Enjin chuckles in response, kissing your fingertip. You slap his shoulder again, yet that carefree smile doesn't leave his face.

"That mouth of yours is gonna kill you one day." You sigh, laying limp against the rumpled sheets. He leans down to kiss you, arms lazily splayed over your bare waist.

"Make sure to gag me real good then."

"You fucking freak."

© aexias do not copy, repost my works onto other sites, or generate them into ai.

[karmamira]

Since I am way too eepy nowadays, I've been thinking of Illuga and Kyryll with a tired fae lover...

I just think it would be so cute to have one of them carry you around in your lantern form while they are on duty. Whether they are helping you slack off on your responsibilities if you were a lightkeeper like them or just sneeking you off with them into the battlefield for a well-deserved bonding time that their too tight schedule would otherwise not allow.

Even if said bonding time mostly consisted of Kyryll humoring your sleepy self by narrating mildly questionable bedtime stories, that may or may not turn into something more suitable to be said between lovers as you nod off in his arms. Or Illuga muttering adoring words to you as he gently caresses the glass of your brightly burning lantern when he thinks that you are too deep in your sleep to hear his not so quiet yearning.

Illuga gets especially flustered when you recount his own words back to him during downtime, which is twice as worse when Kyryll is there to join in on the fun, mercilessly helping you tease him in a joint effort to reduce the captin into a flustered needy mess with words alone.

Sometimes, it's too much for the poor thing that you have to help crack the dilemma that he fnds himself in...

There are instances when the young captain can be seen carrying not just one, but two very unique looking lanterns around. Some people swear they can hear the flames within whisper in a language too alien to be from anywhere near Nod-Krai, but those are few and far in-between: as most get ridiculed for mistaking the crackling of fire for a newborn's gibberish speech.

But rumors do have some truth to them, don't they? Because however you may see it, Illuga does treat that particular lantern of his with too much care. And the way he seems to hug it a little too tightly into himself before leaving it in sir Flins' capable hands, who in turn has a habit of whispering words too quiet to be heard by anyone else into the excitedly twitching fire, does spark questions for the curious.

That being said, a lot of lightkeepers are eccentric individuals. Living most of your life fighting the monstrous beings created by the wild hunt does make one lose a few screws in their head. Getting attached to a pretty looking lantern is hardly something to worry about when compared to other individuals who lost their minds fighting the shadows of the abyss without the light of guidance to show them a way out of the sleepity slope of madness.

After all, obsessing with that very light can't be as bad as the darkness trying to swallow it, no?

[fremitoile]

sir flins, stop flirting!

illuga x fem!reader

flins is well aware of his comrade's little crush on you. what does he do about it? flirt shamelessly until illuga can't stand it anymore.

wc: 1.1k

first and probably last post on this account. had this in my drafts since illuga's release. definitely not proofread </3

flins has taken up a nasty habit of flattery in your presence. 

its not like his sugarcoated words are uncharacteristic of him— no, he is no stranger to the art of inflating peoples’ heads. yet, illuga seems to notice this problem with his fae comrade worsening when he’s around you.

he catches the two of you one morning outside of piramida's headquarters. flins takes that opportunity to bee-line straight to you upon seeing who you were accompanied by.

“ah- good morning. it is wonderful to see you again, my lady,” flins dips his head towards you in a small bow before taking your hand to bring it up to his lips, “it seems to me that your beauty only amplifies upon each meeting.”

his lips linger on your knuckles all while his gaze flickers to illuga’s in a split second; something illuga would’ve missed if he wasn’t acutely keyed in, watching his every movement in skepticism. 

the interaction causes illuga to hover a little closer to you; the tiniest hint of a smirk lifting on flins’s already cordial smile.

somewhere along the interaction he clenches his fists at his sides, less than patiently waiting for the ratnik to wrap up his pleasantries. 

you subconsciously lean away from the lightkeeper but do your best to mimick his smile.

“thank you, sir flins.” you retract your hand, “but i must say, you don’t need to say that every time we see each other.”

a chuckle plays at the fae’s lips upon your callout. 

“oh, but that fact remains true every time i see you, my lady.” 

you shake your head with an exasperated smile while illuga huffs and suppresses an eye roll.

“what brings you to piramida? today is your day off, is it not?” he questions rather stiffly through gritted teeth. 

flins sighs in mock consideration for his response.

“who says i can’t pay a visit to my dear friends?” his eyes keep finding his way back to you, “it does get quite lonely at the graveyard.”

his saccharine tone of longing and mischief is not lost on either of you. and thats exactly what fully forms the true smirk that was previously only ghosting on his features.

“perhaps you should give me a visit?” flins closes in as his blatant forwardness finally gets to you.

you open your mouth to give a stuttered response. yet, thankfully before a sound can escape, illuga answers for you.

“that’s enough, sir flins.” formalities sounding strained with a scoff. a forced smile is clear on his face, though it is clear flins was successful in his plight to push his buttons. “we have a patrol to get to. enjoy the rest of your day off, but we must get to our post.”

illuga gets snappy when he’s in a bad mood. he’s curt with his words and blunt in his actions, so it shouldn’t surprise you when he swiftly grabs the very hand flins had kissed and pulls you away from your shared companion- the very man who smiles knowingly at the two of you walking in a direction no where near any of the patrol routes.

he whisks you away to a quieter part of the city, further away from the hub of ratniki who pass about on their daily routines throughout piramida and tucked away behind a few supply crates. 

he runs his fingers through his hair when you two finally stop, sighing in disbelief. 

he should be used to this by now, he knows it was just teasing. yet the simple thought of flins taking you away from his side has him thinking irrationally.

you haven’t seen illuga so worked up in a while, especially not over something as small as a conversation with another lightkeeper. you don't mind the current look on his face-- ears turning pink and lips forming a pout he doesn't even realize is there.

“sorry about that. sir flins can be a bit-“

“-eccentric?” you finish his sentence, expectantly.

he breathes out a small laugh.

“yeah, you could say that. an eccentric shameless flirt.”

the combination of his wording as well as his annoyance earns a giggle from you as well.

“its okay, im getting used to it.” your shrug brushes off every word flins has ever said to you with a single action, yet illuga isn’t willing to let it go as easily.

“you shouldn’t have to.” he mumbles low enough for you to question if you even heard him correctly. but you do. and it causes you to suppress a knowing smile of your own.

“and why wouldn’t i?” you press him, tone light. you try not to tease him too much after flins had done most of the work for you.

“i-“ illuga’s focus shifts to the side, trying to piece together his rationale but finally realizing how dumb this all is. he has no clear reasoning to give you. 

“you know what, its nothing.” he begins to turn on his heel to leave this all behind him. maybe it was stupid of him to act so brazen in front of his two friends.

but a gentle hand on his shoulder stops his departure. it beckons him to stay

“you’re not jealous of flins, are you?” you say softly. theres no judgement and you don’t phrase it with any blame.

and if he wasn’t being careful, he’d easily confess it all while leaning into your touch.

you expectantly wait for his response while a long beat of silence passes before he answers.

“would it be so wrong of me?” 

you divert your attention to his dual-hued eyes, his gaze is intense. you do your best to hold his stare while your heart beats through your chest. 

“i suppose i dont mind..” you try to playfully remark, but it comes out more breathless than you would have hoped for.

your hand makes no effort to move from its perch on his shoulder, in fact, his own begin to find their place on your waist.

“good.” he breathes, eyes now fixing down to your lips. 

you answer his silent request and close the gap, lips meeting his as he eagerly accepts. he holds you tight enough to anchor himself to reality, the reality that exists where you chose him. 

illuga groans into your mouth when your hand slips into his hair, but it quickly reminds him just where you guys are.

when he reluctantly pulls away, he doesn't quite let you go, but the pink dusting on his cheeks tells you he would gladly keep going if not for your current location. you keep him held close, not quite wanting to let this moment get away just yet.

“it seems that i should thank flins for pushing your buttons if this it what it leads to.” you laugh at the situation you found yourself in all thanks for a certain purple haired fae.

he groans, dropping his head down to rest in the crook your neck.

“do you have to bring him up now?” you can practically feel him pouting against you. 

you can only giggle at him, hand finding his cheek so you can bring him back to look at you. you’re sure his blown out pupils and flustered smile mirror your own. 

“sorry, sorry. we wouldn’t want to deal with his smug attitude knowing he did us a favor now, would we?” 

illugas eyes flicker back down to your grin and up again. 

“certainly not.”

the notion of concern for passersby was thrown out the window when he pulled you in for the second time. not that you minded— you just hope no one will question your absence for an unforeseeable amount of time.

you definitely need to send flins well regards next time you see him.

[schiemks]

𓏲 missing ── lohen .

synopsis ! when the city of freedom welcomes the expedition party led by varka home, a certain vice captain quickly brushes aside other greetings that have waited for him at mondstadt's gate in a search for you -- basically just quiet intimacy with lohen and lohen being super soft. heads up ! english is not my first language, expect grammatical mistakes that i may have been unaware of in the process of this . not proofread . written before we know more about lohen ; may be ooc. note ! fluff so many fluff . gender-neutral reader . wc: 1.6k . a little banter between reader and lohen . established relationship . art credit (header): sviteer on twt.

"the grandmaster and his expedition party have returned!"

varka and his wave of expedition party arrived at the gate of mondstadt exactly by dawn. when the knights lined up in waves arrived at the front gate, a warm welcome was held for them despite the early hours.

at the request of varka, jean made sure the welcoming party for the expeditionary force wasn't grand yet enough to show that mondstadt has been waiting for them and is grateful for their hard work in fending the abyss at nod-krai.

"welcome home, grand master."

"ah, jean.. i told you there's really no need for all this." the grand master sheepishly scratched the back of his head, worried that the dandelion knight under his wing may have overworked herself to put up this welcoming party for the knights.

while he is concerned, varka can't seem to deny that seeing such a lively setting after years of being away from his homeland leaves a certain bittersweet taste in the heart. the wind had carried him to nod-krai, and now it has once again safely led him home.

the knights led by varka immediately went their own separate ways. some went to hit up old buddies with drinks, some bask in the embrace of their loved ones after so long of only conversing through letters, and some immediately sought rest after a weary journey.

"thank you for putting up such a lovely party, jean. you should take a break and join me for a drink, it is a knight's 'duty' to drown in the joyous taste of wine after all! hahaha!" varka's boisterous laugh echoes in the air. paperworks can wait, he thinks.

many other stuff can also wait for the knights, for all that matters now is that barbatos had guided the wind to lead them back to the place they call home, back into the arms of those they cherish and those who cherish them the same.

amidst the scene of knights hugging and reuniting with their loved ones is a certain vice captain who looks oddly restless. the vice captain of the 5th company, lohen, is missing his beloved.

that's off. why aren't you waiting for him with other citizens at the front gate when the knights arrived? did you not miss him the same way lohen has been longing to feel your warmth again for years?

lohen made his way swiftly through the crowd; he makes his way as swift as his blade cutting and tearing through the flesh of countless monsters he had slain to satisfy his "boredom". having not found you anywhere in the crowd, the vice captain began to head towards the one last place he could come up with.

the room was dimly lit by the softly crackling fireplace at the center, sunlight peeks where the curtains fail to cover. you shiver slightly beneath the cover of your bed, sniffling with your stuffy nose as you mentally curse out whatever being decided it'd be funny to give you a small fever a few days before your lover would return -- and you still haven't recovered from it on the day he comes back home!

the muffled sound of door knob turning and opening snapped your distraught mind back into the ground of reality. you've never lent anyone your front door keys, nobody but one. could it be... he's already back?

before your mind could come up with more questions, the door to your bedroom soon creaked open with the figure you expect to see emerging from the living room. lohen is back. your beloved is back.

upon laying eyes on your weak shivering figure, lohen's eyes widened slightly before he knits his brows just as quickly. your vice captain makes his way to the edge of your bed in steady yet long strides before sitting down on the soft sheet you are laying on.

"you don't look well." lohen bit the edge of his gloved finger, tugging the fabric off with his teeth before his now unclothed hand creeps up your cheek, cupping your face to gauge your temperature. at the confirmation that you are indeed ill, the vice captain pauses -- as if something is bothering his mind.

"why didn't you tell me you've been sick in the letter you wrote a while before i got back?" you paused at his question, staring up at his god awful lovely face as your mind processes his inquiry.

after a beat of silence, you exhaled softly before looking away from him, "i thought if i told you i'm unwell, it'd distract you from missions."

at your answer, lohen scoffs lightly. he knows better than anyone else how you can get, always thinking you're an inconvenience to him instead of someone he willingly chose to be and chose to love.

"do you seriously think telling me you're ill will lower the efficiency of my work? please, i wasn't aware you have so little faith in me. i must say, i'm certainly hurt and offended."

in response, you lightly smacked his crossed leg and shot him a weak glare. "you can really afford being nicer to someone who's sick, especially someone you call a "beloved"."

your vice captain lifted his free hand and clutched his chest with it, a mock hurt expression stretched across his face to hide the small smile of amusement that's beginning to surface on his pale complexion.

"oh my, i apologize if i had upset you with my honesty- oh sorry, i meant, presumptuousness."

"cut it out, you prick. we both know you're messing with me." you crossed your arms across the blanket draped warmly above your sick figure, a mock frown etched on your face. if there's anything else the two of you know is that no matter how many times you will banter with each other, neither of you could ever bring yourselves to truly resent the other.

the room was silent, though you can feel lohen's amusement lingering in the air. the vice captain's hand trails up your blanket, lacing his fingers with yours and lifting your hand up to press a small kiss on your knuckles. he missed this. missed the time he would kiss you goodbye on the forehead, or when he would kiss you a good-job on the cheek.

the time the two of you would playfully argue before eventually finding his lips on yours as he feels the warmth radiating from you that opposes the merciless frost of his cryo vision.

".. i do care, though. i wish you'd tell me everything. i missed you.. so much. there was not a night when i sleep without thinking of you."

lohen brought your hand up to his face, cupping it with your palm as he leans into your touch in a desperate want to feel your warmth. it didn't take long before he began peppering your palm with small kisses, down to the wrist where your blood pulses with life beneath your skin.

you stare up at him once again, lohen never seems to fail at surprising you with new sides he doesn't often show in the eye of public every time. you have frankly never seen him this soft before even in the long run of your relationship.

"i missed you too, just as much."

just as an affectionate and comfortable silence floats in the air, a knock rang on your bedroom door, a gentle muffled voice sounding behind it.

"[name], it's time! i have prepared your medicine with a glass of water."

the soft voice of a sister from the church of favonius who has been taking care of you in the absence of lohen echoed from the living room. now that you think about it, how did the sister not notice lohen coming in? perhaps she was busy preparing you breakfast when he snooped in?

you sat up and leaned back against the wooden headrest of your bed, about to answer and thank the sister when lohen butts in.

"sorry, they're busy."

silence stretched between the three of you as you snap your head at lohen in bewilderment. though the sister is not the room with both of you, you can almost feel her awkwardness and nervousness upon hearing the vice captain's voice.

"ah... i see. [name] seems to be.. occupied. i'll leave them to your care then, mister lohen."

the sister coughs softly before the sound of her footsteps became more distant from the door to your bedroom. you turned back to lohen from the door, just what does he mean by busy?

your lips were only half parted when lohen slowly pushed you down on your back to the bed. all the protests died at the tip of your tongue the moment his eyes locked on yours; a soft, vulnerable foreign look on his face as lohen gazes down at you.

"i'm.. sorry. i can't bear to have you away from my arms and sight any longer. i spent my nights away thinking about you and just imagining about anything else hoarding your attention.."

your vice captain shifted his position to hover over you, his fingers enveloped your wrist not in a tight and demanding grip, but a gentle one that begs you to stay and cast your eyes to him.

lohen couldn't care any lesser about potentially getting sick from being so close to you right now. none of that ever matters to him.

"the day is still young, won't you indulge me in my selfish wish just this once?"

[enden-k]

Can we please have Phainon receiving belly rubs and scratches behind his ear? He's a very good boy. The best boy, in fact. <3

the best boy in the entire universe...