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I feel like Lohen would love when you lose control.
He's a sadomasochism,at least that's what most agree on. He likes when you get so possessive that you unintentionally hurt him or maybe it is intentional. Not that he minds,he likes the pain you leave on him.
Loves the fact you look so innocent that no one would be able to tell how obsessive you can get. It might even border on madness sometimes.
You always keep an eye on him to see if any other girls try to get his attention. Ignoring the fact with his personality people usually stay clear.
Lohen socks up all of your attention and possessiveness. He would if he could,drown in it.
Lohen loves how you dress. He thinks it makes you look adorable.
Some might think it's too much or overly sickeningly sweet makeup style,but Lohen thinks it suits you nicely.
He loves how you dress as well. Sometimes wearing bunny headbands as well.
He likes to call you Bunny,bun bun,dollface,darling,sweets and so on.
He takes you out on shopping sprees often so you can have more cute dresses to wear.
I will hold your shopping bags while letting you drag him around.
Anytime you try a dress on you always ask for his opinion and he replies everything looks good on you. You can't even argue with that because of how sincere he was.
Loves when both of you go on dates people do a double take.
They wonder how someone like him is with someone who looks so cute and innocent. We're you being threaten to date him?
If only they knew how much you match his obsession about you.
People who do know will always say you both were made for each other. And who is he to deny?
I feel like he likes provoking you on purpose as well. Just you get you to lose your cool. Maybe Infront of others too.
He would also probably let you sit on his lap while he's force to do paperwork.
He would also share his gum with you. If you ask for one while he's chewing one,he will pull your face close to kiss you while putting his gum inside your mouth.
He likes making out with you in his office.he calls it his break time. Many unfortunate knights have walked in on it. He deliberately doesn't lock the door so if someone does come in he gets to enjoy your flustered face.
If you wear thigh highs,he likes to pull at the elastic and let it go,so you get mad about the sting.
Overall he loves how you act about him,how you dress, everything about you is his favorite.
rabbits rub their chin on stuff to mark territory so lohen x reader who is shorter than him, and he always likes to lean over you and rest his chin on your head
SYNOPSIS: after numerous failed arranged marriages set up by your parents, you thought the one with the vice-captain would follow the same pattern. you're proven wrong when he subverts what an expected greeting should be given.
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𖥔 WARNINGS: mentions of beer and drinking, reader is from snezhnaya and has a dendro vision, reader also has lowkey/implied mommy issues, mentions blood and a wound, arrange marriages obv, cameo for varka, ragbros, jean, lisa, and albedo; not fully proofread; expect mistakes!
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"you are to be wedded to the vice-captain of the fifth company."
that's how it all began — a simple dinner with your parents as they dropped the bomb of your new marriage candidate. you tried your best not to appear vexed. keyword: tried. but unlike you're ever admirable cousin, jean, your face gave away more than your words ever could.
your brow twitched, the small fork in your hand clattered to the porcelain plate. your mother threw a disapproving glare, while your father coughed into his fist. "now, [name], my dear—"
"don't "my dear" me, father." you bark out, "what happened to giving up on setting me up for another failing marriage."
"you haven't even met the vice-captain," he argued.
you rolled your eyes in bemusement, "and you have? what happened to not involving yourself with 'pitiful, mongering barbarian?""
"your marriage has been decided," he stated sternly. he set his utensils with force enough to rattle the entire table as he raised his head like he always did when someone challenged his authority as a duke. "you are to be wed to vice-captain lohen." a tired sigh escaped him, a gloved hand pinched between his brows as he heard you stand from your seat and dash out the dining room. "arranged marriages aren't all so bad, [name]!"
"not all bad, you say?!" you shouted from across the corridor. "take a look at your relationship with mother before you say that!"
your family arrived in mondstadt at dawn. the trip to dorman port was as you expected—humid, and all too bright in comparison to the snow of snezhnaya. the people smiled often, too, you noticed. well, you supposed this was the land of freedom after all. you're quite tempted to see where the winds would take you when all you've grown up with are the blizzards and snowstorms that knock at your windows like an incessant friend who can't take no for an answer.
still, despite your curiosity about what the wild berries in the bushes would taste like, you willed your feet to stay rooted at the docks. your father greeted everyone as usual; your mother hid half her face in disdain behind her fan. like you, she had a lot to say about the weather, but you doubt she'd sugarcoat any unpleasant comments she had. people have told you that you took after her the most — too straightforward, too quippy, too wild to be a duke's heir.
"and you must be the duke's heir," a voice commented. you snapped your head up to the noise and realized, in mortification, that you had to crane your neck to even meet his eyes. you grip the silk of your apparel in alarm. "i'm varka. knight of boreas, grandmaster of the knight of favonious!"
the grandmaster pressed a closed fist to his chest, a grin plastered on his face as he bowed his head. "from now on, you will be in our care. if you encounter any problems, please don't hesitate to inform me. or lohen."
lohen.
you wondered what he's like.
as varka stood back to his full height, he offered you a hand to guide you to the horse you'll be riding to the city. "the roads are treacherous here, your grace. using a carriage will only lengthen the time to get to the city." he had explained earlier when your mother had complained at the lack of proper transportation. you sighed in dismay when she threw another hissy fit, your father right behind her as he guided her onto the horse, gathering the many layers of her gown. he was probably chastising her for not heeding his warnings. you turned around and let varka lift you to the saddle (and when i say lift, i mean lift. the man even had the audacity to laugh and ask if you were eating properly.)
you tuned out the rest of mother's tantrum in favor of soaking in the sights of your new home. it was… starkly different. you could actually see the path, albeit it was… unrecognizable; wild flowers bloomed from the soil, and small critters would gather atop rock formations to tilt their heads at you. when you thought no one was looking, you gave them a small wave. a smile bloomed on your face when the small squirrel jumped in delight before scurrying away with its friend.
"you're quite the charmer, your highness." you turned to your left and watched as varka reign his horse slow it's pace and match yours. his sky-lit eyes eventually fell on the mount you had been riding, a low whistle escaping his lips. "that horse you're riding is infamous for throwing off any rider that touches his saddle."
you feel your anxiety spike, quickly looked down to your horse before you calmed down. "you should've said that earlier, grandmaster…"
he laughed, hearty and whole. like the feeling of joy existed in the air that wafted in the surroundings and encompassed the space of his lungs. "ha, ha, ha! i heard rumors about you being blessed by mother nature herself, your highness! ah, forgive me. i know i shouldn't indulge in such rumors but the moment you had stepped off that boat, i had a feeling you were special."
you blinked up at him (cursing the very obvious gap in your heights in your mind) and couldn't stop yourself from asking, "why is vice-captain lohen here?"
there's a shift in the air. subtle, almost as if it never happened to begin with. but you saw it. the way varka's eyes widened for just a fraction, how they looked at anything but you, and how he changed the subject faster than any warning of an avalanche you've heard.
the trip to the main gates was spent in silence after that. you didn't dare to ask the question again, or even bring up your fiancé's name. afraid of the suffocation the knights would have to endure as the words fell from your lips.
lohen. you trialed in your mind. it was short enough to remember, but unique in a way you've only ever heard it once. lohen. you looked up to the sky, the day had barely passed despite it feeling like you've travelled through half of teyvat already. when the sun peeked around it's shield of clouds, you wondered where your fiancé was.
mondstadt was welcoming. welcoming enough for your father — all up-tight, and no funny business — to indulge in a few rounds of beer in a quaint bar in a corner. "it's angel's share," you're mother informed, already half-way through her glass of champagne when she found you in a dark corner on the second floor. "owned by the most sought after bachelor in mondstadt — diluc ragnvindr."
"if he's so sought after, why wasn't he a candidate?" you asked, swirling the apple cider in your glass.
"naive child, i've told you numerous times already. he could have been, if you hadn't burned his letter in the fireplace like a fool."
ah, now you remembered. you were high on emotions that night and the thought of leaving home with a man you didn't know sent you into a spiralling tantrum that ended with you burning the stacks of marriage proposals on your father's desk. you distinctively remembered a burgundy envelope and an owl seal amongst them.
you took a careful peek at your mother who had dropped herself on the seat in front of you, much to your disdain. when she clicked her tongue, you took it as your cue to let your gaze fall like it always had in her presence.
"because of your foolish mistake, you're stuck with this half-witted, war-mongering vice-captain."
"'warn mongering'?" you asked.
she rolled her eyes at you, drinking the remaining champagne and slammed the delicate glass in front of you. "the boy is a monster, [name]." she said, "that lohen is unbecoming. i can't wrap my mind around how he, of all people was accepted into the knights."
the way she said lohen's name — as if the very letters seared her tongue and offended her existence — made something churn in your stomach. you didn't know him, you reminded yourself, there's no point in defending him. in fact, with varka's prior reaction to you questioning his whereabouts, you're left with little but too much all the same; lohen was someone distasteful to be around.
"are you even listening to me, [name]?!" your mother rattled, "listen to me, dear archons above what have i done to deserve such a disobedient child—"
you stood from your seat, the legs of your chair dragging across the floors before it dropped with a painfully loud thud. chatter paused, songs finished abruptly, and you simply smiled. "i'm tired, i'll be retiring for the day." you excused yourself from the others, bolting to the stairs, only to be stopped when the grandmaster weaved himself between you and the exit.
"now, your highness, you can't leave yet!" he said, one hand still holding a wooden mug of beer.
you raised a brow at him, your patience growing thin when he continues to block your path regardless of what step you took. "grandmaster," you warned. "please, step aside."
but he only shook his head, a finger scratched his chin while his eyes darted across the many faces in the bar. "y-you can't!"
"and why not?"
"because… um… you see, we were, um…"
while he was busy thinking fo an excuse, you sent out a silent prayer to the tsaritsa that barbatos doesn't smite you for landing a blow on one of his knights (though calling it a blow would be an exaggeration when the grandmaster was double, if not triple your body mass). at best, you had landed a strong enough blow to his side to tickle, tickle, him to drop his guard and wheeze out of your way.
finally! you thought. you were almost free from this stuffy, beer-stinking room!
but as you opened the door, a force from the other side pulled it forward, taking you along with it. everyone gasped, and you shut your eyes to brace for the impact, already imagining the scolding you were about to receive if even a single scratch were to grace your face. but it never came.
instead, heavy and dirtied hands caught you by the forearms as your face planted into someone's uniform stained with blood. you stayed there for a moment longer than what would be considered necessary.
"well, ain't this a lovely first meeting, your highness!"
you felt the blood drain from your face as you realized who you had just fallen into. with a heavy sigh and grumbled curses, you lift your head enough to catch a glimpse of a face that did not match the tone of his voice. his eyes were something straight out of a fairytale, but it's not what you'd describe as "princely" or even a "knight" — they had no light, like never-ending, encompassing pool of carmine that bleeds into the sky.
your mother was right, lohen was a monster.
"what? do i have something on my face?" he asked, and you're mortified to realize that you had been caught staring right into a rabbit hole of his gaze. the pads of his gloves dragged from your forearms down to cup your palms — gentle, sure. you think you can feel the callouses from how he uses his weapons, and yet… "you okay there? i'm starting to think i'm not the only delusional one here." he joked with a chuckle under his breath.
"excuse me?"
"just a joke! no need to be offended, your highness," he assured you, but it did little to quell the somersaults that your stomach continued to perform. his skin was pale, maybe as pale as the snow back at home, and there's a single guiding star beneath the right of his eye. his mouth moved, and you thought what he said was funny when the other patrons laughed. but you didn't hear it. not when your hand, the one your father swore would never know the feeling of blood, dragged a thumb over the bleeding scratch that etched his cheekbone down to the side of his chin.
"what a wound. it must be painful," you muttered before a familiar condensation of dendro energy pooled at where the blood continued to stain his cheeks. "hold still," you asked, and against everyone's expectations, lohen did as you asked. he stood still, very still. when half of the wound had closed, you began to wonder if he was even breathing.
when his cheek was fully healed, only then did you finally breathe out a sigh of relief. noticing how the room had gone quiet, you became acutely aware how little distance was left between you and the vice-captain. with reddening cheeks, you let out a cough into your first, and stepped back. the warmth of his hold left a scalding trail on your skin that raised the hairs yet left you wanting for more, all the same.
lohen stumbled back, too. a hand clumsily tugging at the collar of his uniform, before both hands dusted down his shirt, cursing when he realized blood had managed to stain the spot you had planted your face in. when your eyes met again, you noticed the obvious flustering of his cheeks. it contrasted nicely against his pale, snow-stricken complexion. and it made the blush that crept up his ears all the more obvious.
your staring context was broken when you hear a snort from behind you. your head whipped to see the culprit, only to find varka ducking his head down just as you glared at him. he waved a hand in apology, setting his cup of beer down the counter, and going past you just to stand besides lohen.
"your highness, allow me to introduce to you the vice-captain of the knight's fifth company." a heavy hand was placed on his shoulders, and your eyes met again. this time, he didn't look away, nor did you think he cared much for the obvious red on his cheeks. "lohen, this is their highness, [name]. proud heir to snezhnaya's dukedom, who also happens to be your fiancé."
lohen rolled his eyes, shrugged off varka's hand on his shoulder before reaching for something behind him. "can you tell me something i don't know, grandmaster? i do more than just fighting, you know."
"that's rather hard to believe, but sure! whatever you say!"
annoyed by his superior, lohen swiftly delivered an undamaging kick to the grandmaster's shin. the latter only laughed at his attempt, before shoving him forward, nearly sending you both toppling over if you had not caught him by the shoulders as he did with you.
"stupid grandmaster, i don't need your help," he grumbled under his breath.
you tilted your head curiously, slotting you perfectly in his visage that he stumbles over the next few words. "help with what?"
you heard the other knights holler and whistle, the grandmaster behind him laughed even harder as he passed you both, taking up his previous station by the bar and watching with amused eyes. "the same reason why he wasn't there to greet you when you arrived, your highness!" varka explained. "come on lohen, don't get all shy on us now! you we're all fire and spirit when you proposed the idea, where's that spirit gone?"
"drowned by your noise if you don't shut the hell up!" lohen shouted amidst the sea of laughter and cheering. "damned nosy assholes. who even said you were in on the plan in the first place?!"
"i'm… a little lost."
as he finally remembered who he was in proximity with, the blush on his face worsened, and the cheering grew louder. he slipped from your hold, taking a deep breath and continuing his grumbling, throwing a glare at the head that belonged to the grandmaster as he finally fixed his posture.
couhing into his fist, lohen did one final lookover his appearance — fixing the collar of his shirt, dusting down his cape, and brushing the bangs over his eyes. he took one step, then another, until he was only an arm's length away and you had to stop the squeek that nearly slipped from your throat when he took your hand in his, while the hand behind his back revealed a bouquet of local flowers in mondstadt.
"i apologize, for not greeting you first. i know it's not exactly very "knightly" of me," lohen paused, his thumb rubbing mindless circles on your knuckles as his gaze flickered from your face to the flowers in his hold. "and appearing all battered and with a wound on my face is… unbecoming. but i promise, it was for a good cause. that being this." he motioned for you to take the bouquet. when you gingerly accepted them in your hands, he straightened his back again. "welcome to mondstadt, my fiancée. i hope you'll like it here."
"'welcome to mondstadt, my fiance.' now where, pray tell, did you learn to smooth-talk like that, lohen?"
the vice-captain only rolled his eyes. he continued wiping down his spear in jean's office (why it had to be here, lohen didn't know. and fankly, he was too tired to know.). "it was a formal welcome. since all you wanted to act like a stick had stuck up your ass, i decided to be… more me."
"more you, as in revealing your year-long crush on the duke's heir?"
"when have i said that?!"
albedo and kaeya shrugged, but the all-knowing and teasing smiles on their faces had lohen's heart hammering in his chest. when lisa chuckled and closed her book, only then did he realize that he had abruptly stood from his seat, his polearm lay forgotten on the floor along with the cloth he was using to clean it.
"now, now, don't tease him you two. it must have been hard to gather all those flowers in starsnatch cliff with the activity of the abyss."
"thank you—"
"and confessing isn't exactly an easy thing to prepare for! the fact he even showed up is a miracle in and of itself."
"lisa?!"
"enough, you three."
when jean arrived, only then could lohen relax and sit back down on his seat. he picked up his polearm and glared at kaeya when the man snickered at him.
"now that we're all here, we will be discussing the appropriate accomodations to the duke and his family," jean's eyes landed on lohen first. "thankfully, master diluc had agreed to house them for a while until we finish the deal with northland bank." then, she nodded towards lisa and albedo's direction, "the duke's only request is that their highness's studies in alchemy to be continued, so i'll be trusting you both in that regard."
"thank you for trusting us, dear jean."
"yes, we'll do our utmost best."
jean smiled, shoulders finally relaxing, "that leaves kaeya and me with managing their transportation when the duke and duchess return. now lohen," the vice-captain stiffened. a shiver ran down his spine when he met jean's eyes and watched in horror as even her lips tugged into a teasing smile. "it'll be your job to assist them in any and every field. you are their hand-picked knight, ensure that they remain safe until the weeding."
"it offends me that you think i can't even do something as simple as that," lohen complained.
"ah, ah. i'm not finished.
"huh?"
jean smiled, in fact, everyone in the room smiled. and lohen felt cold, ice water was dumped over his head when the next words followed.
"as their fiancé, be sure to woo them now and then. it took a lot of effort from master diluc to get your name on their candidate's list after all."
SYNOPSIS: the events that transpire a few days after you finally met your fiancé.
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𖥔 WARNINGS: lohen gets slapped, twice. him being an idiot, flustered, awkward, and the like. idky they're really cheesy and just fluff. mentions of diluc. creative liberties with his background (only a smidge though (i still havent met him in game (i deleted the game))). reader still has/implied mommy issues; not fully proofread; expect mistakes!
♪ FINAL NOTES .ᐟ hi gang hahaha... i lived! so sorry for the lack of updates on this acc i fear i may have. um... been maxxing with the evil residents. REGARDLESS ITS HERE YAY!!! it kinda derailed from my initial outline but wtv, it's still lohen. art credits: @.su3ka_ on x!
you come to realize fairly quickly that master diluc, the most sought-after bachelor in all of mondstadt, is a great host. it shoudln't come as a surprise — you've met him enough times in galas and celebrations to know that his manners are impeccable. the kind of fortress you can't take down even if you had an archon's blessings at your fingertips. he's also, without a doubt, exceptionally kind. kind enough to assist you out onto the roof after another heated argument with your mother.
in that quick bumping of shoulders in the dim-lit hallways, there's a part of you that regrets not being more mindful of his letter all those months ago. warm, ruby eyes that remind you of the flames the villages in snezhnaya would light to guide their traveling companions home. diluc ragnvindr, when he takes your gloved hand in his, leading you outside to soak in the evening breeze and away from your mother's screaming.
you let go of his hand once you're out of earshot. partly in fear of never letting it go, another feels like you're betraying your fiancé by taking the hand of another man.
"thank you, master diluc," you expressed with a forlorn, tired smile. arms hugging yourself for comfort as the shouting slowly grew quieter.
diluc only nods in understanding, slowly making his way to stand beside you, being mindful of his distance from you. "i used to come here often, too. when i was younger," he confessed, eyes straining to watch the distant clouds shape themselves into a childhood memory — distant, intimate, but no less important.
you don't meet his eyes, not even sparing him another glance as you stare at the hand he held. he was a warm presence, the complete contrast to the brief contact you had with lohen at his tavern earlier today.
"i'm sorry for causing such an uproar so late in your own home, no less."
"there's no need to apologize," he reassures. you think he turns to face you, and in your mind, you can imagine an understanding smile creeping up his face. "arguments are normal."
not ours. you thought. they were normal in the sense that they happened too often. you'd even go as far as comparing it to breathing — natural, easy, a necessity.
"did it ever get better?" you ended up asking before you could stop. arms hugging yourself tighter and tighter when the wind caressed your figure. it was warm, surprisingly enough. it reminded you of home, wherever that is.
diluc hums. "it does with time. you just have to be… patient."
"speaking from experience?"
at that, he chuckles. his shoulders bounce with the quiet sound as he pushes himself up to his full height and returns inside. "yes, unfortunately."
you don't press further, only offering him one quiet "thank you" under your breath. you stay on the porch for a long while until your father comes to get you. you don't pay attention to how he begins to explain why your mother lashed out, nor do you care enough to play pretend when her tears greet you as you enter the living space.
you nod, accept, and bid them good night.
lohen's first impression of you that night in the tavern can be summed up with one word: miserable. you looked utterly, and wholeheartedly, miserable.
it was hard not to notice when he grew up with people who smiled all the time and laughed as if tomorrow wasn't guaranteed. you stood out like a sore thumb, even in the quietest corner of angel's share, with your hand absentmindedly swirling the drink in your cup, letting others pass you by as if you were some spectre meant to haunt the establishment.
maybe that's how he finds himself in this… precarious situation—
"vice-captain…?!"
— with him, right outside of your bedroom window, balancing his weight on a nimble branch on a tree.
"what are you doing? that's dangerous!"
lohen sighs heavily with a shake of his head. he should've expected this. why hadn't he? after all, you were the new pretty face in town who had no idea what his character entailed. but a part of him, that overbearingly, big part of him that loved the thrill, enjoyed your frazzled expression. how you hurriedly opened the window, hair still an unbrushed mess, leaning against the windowsill with your hand outstretched for him to take.
"what are you waiting for?! take my hand and get inside before you hurt yourself!"
he taps a finger on his chin, pretending to think about your suggestion deeply. a grin threatened to break out of his face as he swayed on the branch, purposefully stepping on one that couldn't hold his weight, and watched as you sucked in a terrified breath. "hmm… what about, no!"
"'no?!'" you startingly asked, "are you asking for a death wish? that drop is going to hurt you!"
he places a hand over his heart, a slight jut to his lips as he dramatically plays the act of a wounded man. "ouch, do you think of me so weak—"
"i think of you as stupid! now come on," you cut him off, bunching up the fabric of your sleepwear and leaning further out of the window. "get inside!"
"your grace, hold on—"
"for the love of…! just come here!"
"you're going to fall—!"
lohen can't even begin to imagine the expression on his face when your palm slipped from the windowsill. his body is moving faster than it ever has, adrenaline pumping into his veins as he leaps off the branch to wrap a secure arm over your shoulders, letting gravity pull him down as he uses his own body to shield yours from the impact.
"oh barbatos…" he curses under his breath, feeling the wind in his lungs get knocked out of him.
"shit…! are you okay?! come on, let me see if you hit your head."
"relax a little, your grace. i can take a little fall—"
"that was not 'little' by any means!"
when lohen comes back to his senses, he thinks he is doomed.
your hand is cradling his jaw again, your brows furrowed, and your lips set in a deep frown. his fingers flex, his throat goes dry, and his entire being freezes over like a lake during a horrid snowstorm.
you weren't wearing—
"what in the tsaritsa's name are you two doing?!"
lohen quickly sits up, taking you along with him. hands securely on your forearm while the other is wrapped around your waist. when he looks at you — really looks at you — there's a flush on your cheeks, and your mouth is agape. and when lohen slowly turns around, your mother is there, anger flaring in her eyes as your father and diluc rush out because of the noise.
he flashes her a strained smile, "duchess… good morning!"
"lohen…" diluc pinches the bridge of his nose as he helps him up and gives him a pointed look. he only chuckles nervously, or as nervously as his system would allow him, before it's overridden entirely with a new emotion blooming in his chest. "are you alright, your grace?"
"i'm fine, thank you."
lohen quietly hums to himself as you're ushered inside, leaving him alone with your seething mother and unreadable father. you take one last glance at him over your shoulder, and he sees it again — that same miserable look in your eyes.
your father clears his throat, pulling his attention from you to him. "vice-captain lohen, i expect to receive a reasonable explanation."
he sighs again. he's in deep shit now.
dawn winery is as lohen expected: bathed in a deep crimson curtain, carrying the afterscent of crushed grapes, and a tense, almost foreboding atmosphere as he's taken up to diluc's office on the second floor.
your parents followed behind the young master wordlessly—the duke kept his hand on the small back of the duchess as she spewed out every known insult in her mother tongue. lohen sighed, a deep, irritated sound as he caught your eyes when he went up the stairs. the worry is almost misplaced, with your hands interwined with one another and clutched at your chest. it's not like lohen was going to war and will never make it out alive—it's just another small scolding for his behaviour, something he's gotten used to since he joined the knights.
still.
lohen still flashed you a smile, praying it didn't come out depricating. he thought it might have worked when you finally eased your shoulders, reciprocating his own smile, though yours never quite reached the edge of your eyes.
he wondered in that moment what it would be like—if you smiled freely without another worry.
"vice-captain," diluc called out, one hand held the door open as your parents entered first. the business tycoon only raised a brow when lohen sighed, his fingers brushed off any remaining dust on his uniform, and fixing his hair.
he may not be the picture-perfect knight you had imagined to marry, but he could at least try to play the part in front of your parents.
when lohen entered, he crossed his hands behind his back, straightening his posture and met the duchess's eyes with unyielding force. the older woman hid half of her face behind a golden fan, her eyes narrowed into a deep glare, and lohen caught the slightest of frowns on her face. it took everything in his willpower not to poke fun at her; she was still your mother after all. it didn't mean he held her in high regard—not after he overheard the way she spoke to you as if you were a child in the streets of mondstadt.
lohen may be a lot of things, but he did not meddle in others' affairs, and he never will.
"young master diluc, are you sure you won't change your mind? clearly, this vice-captain is ill-suited for my child!"
it didn't mean he can't feel angry on your behalf, too.
"your grace—" diluc tried to argue. keyword: try. he couldn't even get a full sentence out as the duchess erupted into a flurry of reasons on why lohen shouldn't marry you.
"did you not see what happened earlier today?! who in their right mind would try to break into my child's room through the window! it's entirely improper, and downright incivil! my child has never wanted to marry the vice-captain in the first—"
"forgive my imprudence, your grace," lohen chimed in, a hand raised and that chilling smile on his face. his red eyes left the duchess to instead hold the duke's. clearly, he was more reasonable than his fury-striken wife. "but how can you be sure that the young heir doesn't want to marry me? have you asked?"
"lohen, your words," diluc warned, stepping in closer behind him.
"ask?!" the duchess exclaimed, her fan snapping shut as she pointed it accusingly at him.
lohen only smiled, his hand dropping to his side as he tilted his head. "yes, ask! you know, one of the crucial steps in understanding what the young heir wants? don't tell me you haven't asked a single thing?"
he knew he was entering treacherous lands. lohen could practically feel the hiss that diluc let out as his voice chirped into a higher tone—lacking the discipline of a knight and taking the form of a madman pointing mockery like a blade.
"with all due respect, duchess, i don't take you for the type to know your child at all!"
"lohen, enough—"
diluc's interventions go in one ear and out the other as he continued. the air turned icy as his hand tried to reach for the dagger hidden in his cape. the glare on the duchess's face remained directed at his smile. mocking, strained, and above all, knowing.
"your child doesn't trust you, do they, duchess?"
an echoing snap reverberated into the air as lohen's head flew to the side. the stinging followed, and then another harsh hit was directed at the opposite cheek. it wasn't the duchess's hand, but rather, her fan.
"duchess!" the man in red rushed in, his hand seizing the older woman's in his to stop another hit from landing on lohen's face.
"you vulgar, utterly uncivilized, monster—!"
"enough of this!"
if not for the duke's shouts, lohen was sure his wife wouldn't stop until his skull cracked open. cool, sticky blood dripped from the cut on his right cheek. he hissed when he dragged a finger on the open wound, but he kept his expression unreadable. a distinct contrast to the woman who stood before him, red in the face, and her hair coming undone from her outburst.
the duke looked to lohen, something akin to pity and a quiet apology swimming in his eyes. "vice-captain, i appreciate you wanting what's best for my child—"
"i somehow doubt that," lohen whispered under his breath. he received a warning glare from diluc, who now stood behind him, as if he was daring the older couple to make another rash decision.
"but they are my heir. our family name holds great expectations, and we want their future partner to help ease that load."
lohen held his tongue. he's quite sure he'd receive another unforgiving hit to the face if he made another comment about his wife.
"with your reputation and your hunger for battle, we can't help but worry that my child will be put in danger—"
"your grace, i can assure you," lohen cuts off, feeling the iron grip of diluc's hand holding the one behind his back that prevented him from unsheathing his dagger. "i have no plans of putting anyone in danger."
the glare in lohen's eyes remained, jutting his chin up at the duke as his smile dropped. "i care not for what you've heard about me. you can call me a monster, a barbarian, or anything along those lines. but do not even assume that i will put an innocent life in danger. i am a knight, and for you to insinuate that i can't even keep my fiancé safe, well, it's rather offensive."
he broke free from diluc's grasp and turned his back on the couple, uncaring for the duchess's shouts for him to stop. he swung the door open and let it shut with a loud bang. the stray maids and workers in the hallway flinched at the noise, but lohen paid them no mind. not when you're waiting by the end of the corridor, that look in your eyes again when they fall to the cut on his cheek.
"your grace!" he chortled, hands immediately crossing behind him as he sauntered to stand in front of you. his finger twitched, tempted to ease that furrow of your brows and tease you about getting wrinkles. "we we're just wrapping things up. now, why don't you go change. i have a tour to—"
"who hit you?"
lohen paused. his mouth hung open for a few seconds, no sound leaving his lips as he tried to come up with an answer you'll be satisfied with. he knew, though—he knew that you already knew the answer and you're already taking the blame.
"vice-captain, i asked you a question." your tone changed. no longer as quiet, but it comes out as a whisper—as if you were asking him to confess a crime he had committed.
he only sighed, a hand coming to press on the wound. a poor attempt at hiding it when your own came to hold his wrist in place. your frown deepened, stepping closer to his face to inspect it.
"it's nothing i can't handle, your grace," he assured. "this is practically a papercut in comparison to what i've—"
"that's not my question. i'm asking you who dared to lay a hand on you."
"… oh!"
lohen internally grimaced. of all the things he could have said, he chose the lamest one. he tried to break away from your gaze, finding more interest in the swaying chandelier in the main entrance, but you stepped right into his line of view.
"lohen."
this was the first time you called him by his name, he thought.
"who did this to you?"
another sigh, and lohen yielded. his shoulders relaxed, practically slumping into your arms. he doesn't answer, not the one you wanted to hear anyway. but you only dragged him further into the manor, taking a sharp left and unlocking a door. you ushered him inside, and lohen can only limply follow.
he took in the interior of your temporary room—still dominated by the color of red, a bit of gold, and a few pieces of parchment on your bedside drawer. he stood in the middle of it all, unsure if sitting on the foot of your bed would be too casual, rude, but you beat him to it by dragging the chair of your vanity.
"sit," you ordered, lohen followed without another word.
you worked quietly to patch his wound. he noted that your vision lay ignored in a wooden box to your right as you dabbed a cloth to his cheek, while your hand held the other to keep in place. you'd apologize quietly when lohen winced, and he'd only assure you with a playful grin that he could handle the pain.
"say," he started, eyes landing on the dendro vision on your bed. "why not use your vision like you did last time?"
"i can't," was your only reply.
lohen tilted his head in curiosity, to which you reprimanded him for. he only chuckled out an apology as the question lay heavily on the tip of his tongue. he noticed, of course, your faces were mere inches apart. if he leaned just a little closer, he was sure your lips would ghost over his. he wondered what it would feel like? lohen wasn't one for romance—barbatos forbid if he picked up those cheesy romance novels from inazuma his team would indulge themselves in.
but still, he can't help but be engrossed in the idea of it. you're his fiancé, he'd have to kiss you at the wedding. the idea douses him in a fluster, making him cough as you worriedly ask if he's alright. he waved you off, another chuckle leaving his lips as he lets you tend to his wound with utmost care.
the thought came back, a little quieter this time. your hands were gentle—softly wiping away the blood and placing a bandage over the wound. you eventually tilted his head to the side, and a frown settled on your face as you saw how red it truly is. it was unlike anything he's ever felt before. there was no sharpening of arrowheads or harsh training regimes. it was quiet, not like a night spent hiding behind the curtains of a ransacked carriage, but the kind when a storm had finally settled, and you can finally open the window and greet the sun.
"is it because of her? your mother?" lohen sneered, his eyes held yours in a locked stance. "is that why you can't use your vision?"
you only shook your head, "it's not important—"
"but it is," he insisted, a gloved hand held you in place before you could even take a step back. "it is important—to me. i am your fiancé, and it's my job to know what's bothering you."
you stared at him, your mouth opening and closing as you mull over his words. mincing every little shift of his expression, but lohen remained steady in his proclamation. you quietly sat on the edge of your bed, his red eyes not once leaving your figure as you reached for the vision, placing it on your lap.
a sigh escaped you. lohen felt your palm lay flat on his unwounded cheek as the smell of dewdrops and soil invaded his senses. he realized then, as your fingertips glowed with a light green, that you were using it to heal the sharp pain on his face.
"do you think flowers can grow under the ice?"
"pardon?"
you flashed him a sad smile, retracting your hand as you returned the vision in its wooden box, snapping the lid shut and shoving it under your pillows.
"there's this story, one from my childhood that my mother would often tell me," you recounted, and lohen leaned forward, his arms braced on his thighs as he watched you. "the story tells the adventure of a gardener and his dying wife. there's no cure for her ailment, and her only wish is to see the flowers in their garden finally bloom. but they lived atop a snowy mountain where the sun is constantly behind the clouds—no flower could survive its harsh climate."
you took a deep breath. "the gardener, determined to find a way to grant his wife's wish, ventured into the unknown in search of a flower that could withstand the snow. he eventually finds it, but comes home too late. his wife had already passed, and struck with grief, the man burned the flower he found. when it was time to bury her, he realized grimly that there were flowers in their garden—hidden beneath mountains of snow."
"then flowers can grow under the ice," lohen noted.
you only shook your head, "it's not about the flowers, vice-captain."
"then what is it about?"
"the moral of the story is that, when under harsh circumstances, love pushes you to ignore the things that matter."
he frowned. "so, the garden never mattered?"
"it didn't, not as much as his wife did," you correct forlornly. "love cannot take root under such harsh conditions, but it's still love nonetheless."
his tongue prodded against his cheek, eyes landing on the floor as his foot started tapping. his mind mulled over the fairytale until it all clicked. when he looked up, you're already looking at him, patiently waiting for him to catch up to what the real reason you've been forbidden to use your vision.
lohen only scoffed. "don't tell me you're calling that love."
you're wrong, the thought. if love cannot take root, then it can't be love.
it shouldn't have to struggle in harsh conditions to begin with.
the vice-captain only sighed, a hand coming to ruffle his hair as he stood. "okay, enough mopping. go change, i'll wait for you outside," he announced, already making his way to the door.
"hold on!" you tried to catch up to him but he's already out of the room. faintly, you heard him call out to you.
"oh, and bring your vision!"
the vice-captain told you he'd be taking you on a tour around mondstadt, and he did. well, only in one area in particular.
"vice-captain—"
"lohen."
you stared at the back of his head, burning holes as he held your hand and practically dragged you across the fields of dorman port. he hasn't once turned to look back at you unless it's to catch you when you stumble on uneven ground, or when you tug at his hand to stop and greet the villagers.
"lohen," you tried again, and this time, he hummed. "where exactly are you taking me?"
"it's a secret," he quipped, and you let out an exasperated breath.
"are we even allowed to be here?"
he chuckled at your words, "relax, your grace. i am the vice-captain for a reason. if we get in trouble, i'll handle it."
"i'd prefer if we didn't get into any trouble at all."
"well, a little trouble won't hurt anyone."
you raised an amused brow at him when he finally turned around, catching your gaze with equal mirth in his eyes. "it can land a fan on the cheek, apparently."
lohen blinked at you, stopping dead in his tracks, and you fear you may have overstepped. but much to your shock, lohen leaned closer to your face, his head tilted to the side in glee.
"so you can take a joke. good to know!"
you let out an offended sound as he lohen returned to dragging you to archon knows where. "and what is that supposed to mean?!"
"nothing!" he shrugged off.
"it clearly does."
"and i'm telling you, your grace, it means absolutely nothing."
another exasperated sigh escaped you before finally giving up on questioning the man. he had no intentions of answering you directly or telling you where you're going. with a shake of your head, you turned your gaze away from him and to the setting sun in the horizon. there are beds of wild grass and flowers as you walk further and further away from the main city.
"i used to practice archery around here," lohen suddenly spoke. he stopped and you bumped into his back. with a quick apology, he gently guided you to look at where his eyes had landed. "i would watch my dad set up the targets, and he'd spend the entire day shooting them down only to set them back up. pretty boring routine, if you ask me."
you remained quiet behind him, not making any effort to follow him as he crossed the small river in front of you. but still, he continued his story.
"he never let me practice, that's why i never fought back that night," lohen turned back to you, his hand outstretched, waiting for you to take. you had a faint idea of what he was referring to. rumours travel fast, especially if it's about a grim tragedy that involved your fiancé's involvement in a kidnapping case years ago. "after that, i'd sneak out to train. fight a few hillichurls here and there. and then slip back into my room so my mom wouldn't realize."
he noticed your hesitation, so lohen stood in the river, letting his boots be soaked in cold water, his hand still outstretched. "you asked me if flowers could bloom under ice this morning. it reminded me of how my mom would always plant flowers in our backyard when i was a kid. my old man would call them a waste of time, and she got so mad, she hid his bow and all the arrows, forcing him to work on the garden with her."
a chuckle escaped him; his eyes stared distantly at his own reflection on the water. he only raised his head when another pair of shoes stood right across from his, and his reflection rippled to replace it with yours.
"can i ask you a question, your grace?" he asked, barely above a whisper.
you only nodded, and you felt his hand tighten around yours as he took a deep breath.
"can a flower bloom if it's unloved?"
you stared at him in shock, brows furrowed as you questioned, "what do you mean?"
"don't pretend, your grace," lohen bellowed. "i'm starting to wonder if you're even allowed to do anything under your mother's scrutinizing gaze. does she even love you?"
a flash of hurt swam in your eyes as you abruptly pried your hand out of his grasp. but lohen was faster, seizing your wrist before you can turn away from him and run where he couldn't follow. "forgive my imprudence, i seem to be doing that a lot nowadays, but i can't sit idly and let you accept this."
"why do you care?" you seethed out, shoulders shaking.
"i'm your fiancé—"
"on paper, vice-captain. we are expected by everyone to be married."
"but do you want to?"
lohen turned you around, his hands came up to hold you by your shoulders as his presence demanded you to meet his gaze. he didn't glare, not really—not at you. but his jaw is locked, his shoulders are squared. as if he's waiting for some monster to hit him on the back when he least expects it.
he repeated the question, "do you want to, your grace? do you want to get married to me?"
"why so suddenly?" you asked in bewilderment, ears ringing with each ragged breath he took.
"because i refuse to be like them. you deserve to choose what you think is best for you," lohen mumbled, his grip on you loosening as his eyes fell to where your shoes are both soaked. "i refuse to take away something that was yours to begin with—your ability to choose. so answer me: do you or do you not want to marry me?"
it sounded like a pained plea, as if lohen was already stricken with a deadly blow and was bleeding out in your arms at this very moment. he very well may be just that, with the way his lips are tugged into a deep frown, or how his voice came out shaky, lacking that recklessness you've come to associate him with.
"say something, your grace. you're killing me here."
your mind is telling you no. no, you don't want to get married, not to him, not to anyone. but your heart—that traitorous little thing—had taken reign of your emotions as you continued to look into lohen's eyes.
you looked back to the night you met him—all spunk and blood and flowers. flowers you've kept safe from your mother's hands by hiding them behind your clothes in the closet. you remembered the maids of dawn winery helping you slip into a spare room to overhear the conversation in diluc's office, uncaring of how improper you had looked as curiosity took over. you recalled the flush in your cheeks as lohen defended your honor vehemently against the person who made it her job to break you down in pieces.
lohen stood still in that room, going against all instincts that told him to fight back—all for your sake.
and now, he's taken you here—to where he grew up and told you a story of his own—to give you something no one has ever offered you.
a choice.
your mouth moved before you can fully catch up.
"i do."
you relished it, you thought to yourself, the way lohen's head snapped up at your voice and how his cheeks immediately flushed.
"y-you… do?" he sounded meek, so unlike the brave vice-captain who moved before danger could take a step in their direction. your selfish heart can't help but want all that to yourself—that vice-captain who would blush, and stutter, and give you a choice.
"yes, i do," you decided then and there, that everyone was wrong about him. you flashed him a smile, hands reaching up to brush the hair that shielded his eyes from your view. that rush of delight came back when lohen straightened his back, a curled fist hiding half of his face as he fumbled out a reply.
"… okay. okay! that settles it then!"
you don't point out that he's rambling, or how that blush on his face never really cooled down. he'd tug at his collar, look at anywhere but you, and when he caught it, lohen would quickly duck with a clear of his throat. a quiet laugh left your chest as you look down at your hands—you don't even recall when his fingers had intertwined with yours.
"we… we should go back," you uttered, eyes watching the sun dip over the horizon until you can barely see it. "they might be wondering where we are."
lohen nodded stiffly, clearing his throat one last time. "you're right…"
you only hummed as you both began the journey back to dawn winery. it would take a while, but you didn't mind. every now and then, you'd try to catch a glimpse of lohen, who would always look away when your eyes locked. and each time, you'd laugh under your breath. it felt strange—to see this fighter, known for his unmatched desire for danger, be so shy. it almost felt unreal.
a shiver racked up your arms as a chilly breeze came to greet you. by the time you had fully left dorman port, the sun had fully set. in the distance, you both could hear the gallops of horses. when you met lohen's gaze, who was already looking at you, you both share another laugh.
"i suppose they've come to get us," you surmized.
lohen only hummed, his fingers unclasped the cape on his shoulder and draped it across yours. "i guess so. it has gotten pretty late."
"lohen, i—" before you could finish, a familiar boisterous voice interrupted you.
"there you are, your grace, lohen!" varka trutted in on his stallion, a wide grin on his face as a lantern is held in his grasp.
"of course it's the grandmaster," lohen grumbled under his breath, to which you chuckled.
"i'd be more surprised if it wasn't him," you murmured back, waving your hand to notify the gradnmaster that you've heard him.
varka quickly left his horse and jogged up to you, his blue eyes surveying your form wrapped in lohen's coat. his gaze eventually settled on the vice-captain, a smirk on his face as he called for the other nights to hurry.
you're eventually escorted onto the back of a carriage as lohen conversed with the grandmaster. you faintly heard the rise in his voice, and when you looked in their direction, an amused smile made its way to your face as a fervent blush overtook his pale cheeks. he eventually stomped his way to your carriage, freezing in the motion of lifting the curtains to find you staring at him with mirth in your eyes.
he glared at you, but it only spurred you to laugh louder.
"taking the grandmaster's side now, are we?" he hissed with a roll of his eyes.
"it wasn't my intention to eavesdrop," you admit. but lohen only rolled his eyes again, playfully pushing you further into the carriage to make room for him. you raised a brow in question when he settles right beside you, "don't you have your own stallion?"
he dramatically clutched at his chest, "so you don't want me here?"
"that's not what i meant!" you argued back, but it barely registers when you're a giggling mess.
"no, no, i understand," he's already trying to get up with a pained sigh. "i'll ride on my horse, let my back be in pain until we reach the city, while you stay here."
"lohen," you whined out, a smile on your lips as you caught the edge of his sleeve. a playful grin on your face as you lowered your voice to a whisper, "won't you stay and keep me warm?"
the reaction is immediate. his cheeks erupt into another blush, his voice breaking as he stammered out a reply. you don't hear any of it—not like his words made any sense—and tugged him down to sit again. this time, you took the initiative to slip your fingers into his. relishing in the way his pulse jumped when your brush against his pulse point.
"you're making fun of me," lohen huffed, his lips ghosting just the crown of your head. you don't hide the smile on your face—not when you felt him lean back and the carriage finally be set in motion.
you scoot closer to him, looping your arm in his as you only hummed. your other hand tugged his cape closer to you, letting yourself be wrapped entirely in him. lohen hesitantly raised an arm to fix the cape before it settled across your shoulders.
"i'm not," you retorted.
he only chuckled, his arm tugging you closer until your head lay on his chest. "sure, whatever you say, your grace."
summary: it's been a few days since lohen nearly got himself killed fighting rerir, and he's still under your care — convalescing, clingy, and shamelessly milking every second of it.
topics: lohen is down really bad, nsfw (morning & sleepy sex, vaginal penetration, a little bit of voyeurism i think), lightkeeper&medic!reader
i think i'm making lightkeeper!reader agenda…,,,
english is not my first language. please correct me if i got something wrong, thank you!
A few days had passed since Lohen had been seriously beaten up by his fight with Rerir, and you had to admit he had never frustrated you and impressed you more than he did that day.
You happened to be stationed at the camp that time, filling in for a colleague from your unit. You didn't mind it, and it seemed like it was shaping up to be a genuinely peaceful day.
And then evening came, and Varka ran into the medical tent with Lohen on his back. Given how bloodsoaked Varka's clothes were, you were certain he was the injured one — until he laid the vice-captain down on the bed.
His condition was terrifying.
Had it not been for the fact that Lohen somehow still had his eyes open, his lips curving into a smile at the sight of you, you would have been certain you were only looking at his corpse. A moment later he naturally allowed himself to faint, now that he was aware he no longer had to try, because you would take care of him and keep him alive.
It took you the entire night to stabilize his condition. As an experienced and skilled medic, you had dealt with similar cases many times before, and even though you had been in a relationship with Lohen for some time now, you had managed to keep your emotions in check throughout. You knew that this damn idiot would live, because people like him always had luck on their side — but when, near dawn, another one of his wounds reopened, you could no longer hold back tears of frustration.
That was when Lohen woke up too. "I've died, haven't I? That's why I'm seeing an angel."
The tears of frustration turned into irritation, which you poured entirely onto Lohen for being reckless and irresponsible. You were so swollen inside with your own feelings, stress, and exhaustion that in the midst of it all, you didn't notice the expression on his face. This time he wasn't hiding his true emotions.
He knew perfectly well that he had failed: he had been too weak. He was a weak, insufficiently strong mortal. He had nearly gotten himself killed, and if not for Varka — and yet he had the audacity to claim he would be able to protect you?
But despite how absurdly furious you were with him, you were still incredibly proud of him. Surviving a clash with such a powerful anomaly and on top of that remaining conscious through kilometres of Varka's marathon with him on his back was already an enormous achievement. Most knights — or even Lightkeepers — wouldn't last even a minute on that battlefield.
Lohen listened to this with wide eyes while you wiped yours, tears still streaming down your face. He had expected everything: that you'd curse him out, call him a stupid, mindless idiot, that you might even break up with him. And while a genuinely unkind string of words did leave your mouth, he never would have thought you'd tell him that it wasn't luck that he survived.
Luck was for inexperienced, average knights. You, Lohen, are stubbornly and genuinely strong. If you had walked this earth as long as Varka, you would match him without hesitation. Doesn’t change the fact that you’re absolutely fucking idiot.
After those words, Lohen pretended to faint again, and you sighed, calmed yourself, stitched his wound closed once more, and then, completely spent, carefully lay down at his side in a way that wouldn't accidentally hurt him. You finally fell asleep, leaving him completely undone by your words.
While Lohen had already known before that you weren't going to let him go, he was now certain he had to somehow ensure that even after death, you would never know a moment's peace from him. Never again.
Tonight you were, of course, sleeping beside him again. Lohen hadn't even needed to push you into it (though he had been prepared to) because his condition was still poor and required constant monitoring. And for some reason he had become terribly clingy, so you'd had to temporarily abandon your duties — for which Varka had to pay Starshyna two of his knights to compensate for your absence from the team — in order to look after him. He was like a sick child who needed attention and comfort at every turn.
"Oh—Fuck," Lohen groaned quietly, waking from a very intense dream.
Dawn was nearly breaking when Lohen felt a painful erection straining against his trousers. Although his entire body ached, his libido, rather than dropping, had surged sharply — and the worst part was that he knew perfectly well why. He desired you more than usual after your recent words. You had appreciated him. You had unknowingly comforted him in the worst possible state he'd ever been in mentally. Now he needed to properly fuck you for it, or he felt like he'd die if he didn't do it soon.
For the past few nights he had somehow managed to restrain himself due to his limbs being non-functional, but today he felt significantly better. Before you had fallen asleep you had noticed that too — by the way he had wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close against him in the night.
Through a gap in the tent he could see that there was still enough time to deal with his peculiar problem, so without hesitation he got to work, slowly kissing along the back of your neck.
God, he really had missed being fully functional. The pathetic rubbing against your backside and breathing in your scent as he left damp kisses along your neck made him tremble with arousal. He needed you so badly, so desperately needed you, that he didn't even notice his grip becoming more and more possessive. It even briefly crossed his mind that if he had died that day, he would have resurrected solely to kill anyone who dared comfort you in his absence or try to take care of you. You were his and his alone — he would never let you go.
A soft, tender bite to your earlobe had your eyes fluttering open, drowsiness washing over you. For a moment you were certain you were still dreaming — until you felt a warm vibration against your ear.
"Good morning, nightingale," Lohen whispered, his left hand travelling from your waist to your thighs until it slipped beneath your nightgown. You let out a small squeak as your warm skin met his ice-cold fingers.
"Lohen, what the hell," you mumbled, flustered, immediately flushing. It wasn't the first time Lohen had shamelessly made a move on you, and you had no objections to it in principle — but not when the camp would soon be waking up, and when there was still a considerable risk that his body would suffer for it. "Go back to sleep, for archons sake."
"Mm, I don't think so," he chuckled, then dragged his fingers low enough to slide along your folds. You grabbed his hand to stop him, but he only threaded his fingers through yours, using your own hand to touch you through the fabric of your underwear. You inhaled sharply, and that set him alight even further. "I need to fuck you, archons. Fuck, let me do it, please."
As he said it, you felt his hardness pressing against your backside, his face still buried in the curve of your neck. His warm breath and lazy, languid kisses against your skin sent shivers through you. You glanced toward the gap in the tent and swallowed, noticing the light growing outside.
It hadn't escaped you that Lohen had asked. Never — not once in your life together — had you heard the word please from his lips. His low, hoarse voice, dripping with quiet desperation, sent an electric jolt down your abdomen and straight to your core.
"L-Lohen, fuck, we can't," you answered, trying to stop his hand. He stilled, and you turned your face slightly toward him to look at him. And that, honestly, was a mistake. You had never seen him more aroused or more hungry-looking — his eyes were practically devouring you, and if not for the fact that he couldn't make any sudden movements, he most certainly would have been fucking you already. "Everyone's about to wake up, first of all. And second of all, your wounds could reopen. Do you have any idea how much work goes into stitching them back up?" you added, pressing your thighs together to steady yourself.
Lohen, however, wasn't listening to a single word of your speech, staring at your face as though it were a painting. Fuck, those sleepy eyes of yours could send him to war — you were so unbearably endearing when you were still half asleep.
"We still have a little time, darling," he murmured, amused, moving his hand to your hip. He winced slightly with pain — and pleasure — when you tried to gently push him back, but it only created a delicious friction (and pain from his still-unhealed ribs). "Don't make me suffer. Take care of your patient."
"Lohen, for archons sake, you have a broken arm, broken ribs, a sprained ankle, massive unhealed wounds, and —"
"And a perfectly healthy cock," he finished for you, grinning roguishly. You rolled your eyes, so he moved his hand along your hip to your cheek, turning your head further toward him to kiss you tenderly.
Lohen kissed you in a thousand different ways. From stealing quick pecks in public when no one was looking, just to annoy you, all the way to intense attempts to steal the breath from your lungs when you were completely alone. Every time he was infuriatingly insufferable about it — he loved tormenting you, loved sucking on your lips until they grew sensitive and then biting them, often until they bled. He loved, to your endless exasperation, pushing his tongue as deep into your mouth as possible, as though he meant to devour your soul or somehow leave his mark inside you permanently.
Sometimes he kissed you as though the world was ending tomorrow, and sometimes he drew out your kisses in such a languid, unhurried manner, as though you had all the time in the world within your blissful little universe.
This time it felt like something in between — and you felt it through your entire body. A shiver passed through you.
When he pulled away, a thin thread of saliva lingering between you, he pressed his forehead to yours and stroked your face with his thumb. "You don't even realize how badly I need you right now."
Fuck. In your entire life you had always been quite good at being assertive. You also knew very well that you should be refusing him right now.
But the moment he said those words, looking into your eyes as though you were the only person capable of saving him from whatever was happening right now, or in his head in general — even you couldn't say no to him.
"Fuck—Alright," you said, at which he nearly lunged at you immediately, so you had to grab him by his choker to hold him in place. "But not here. Not like this. You'll reopen your wounds. We need to— Archons, come on, I'll help you up."
You propped yourself up on your elbows and hauled yourself off the cot, which had only been serving as a makeshift bed anyway. It was genuinely a miracle it had held two people, but apparently you were both within the weight limit.
Lohen obediently accepted your arm to lean on. Only then did you notice the sheer size of the tent in his trousers, and you swallowed. Archons — what had gotten him like this? Because this didn't look like his usual morning erection that showed up from time to time.
With slow, careful steps you shuffled over to the desk. You sat him down in the chair, checking that everything was alright and that nothing was hurting him. Even if it was, he was evidently hiding it well enough — so you sighed and sank to your knees to untie the drawstring of his pyjama trousers. He threaded his good hand through your hair, watching you with devotion, and exhaled sharply when his aching cock finally sprang free from his underwear.
You wrapped your fingers around him and stroked slowly a few times, and when you were just about to take him into your mouth, Lohen tugged on your hair to pull you back.
"As much as I'd love that — I actually, truly need to feel you, nightingale," he muttered, and his tone sounded as though he were drunk. God, you were genuinely starting to worry about him, but you couldn't deny that you loved hearing him admit it so openly. He always tried to draw those admissions out of you instead, often through methods that left you voiceless. "Fuck, I'm going to die if you don't start riding me right now."
You were too confused and still too half-asleep to tease him about it. Instead you swallowed, stood up, pulled your underwear down and off, and stepped toward him. You braced one hand against the arm of the chair, and he pulled you down into a deep, passionate kiss as he slowly guided you to sink down onto him.
You moaned into his mouth when you felt the head of him brush against your clit. You broke the kiss.
"L-Lohen, if you notice anyone coming near, we need to stop immediately," you started, looking at him seriously while he smiled at you with that wicked glint of his. "And we go slow. No unnecessary movements on your end, understood?"
He nodded — just get on with it already. He slid his hand beneath your nightgown and closed his fingers around your waist, and you took hold of the base of him and sank down, painstakingly slowly, until you felt all of him inside you.
You both breathed sharply into each other's mouths. Lohen didn't look away from your eyes for even a second, staring into them with an intense, consuming focus. You could have sworn he was already trembling, as though he were close — which made you hide your face shyly in the curve of his neck and wrap your arms around his. That sudden shyness of yours, and most likely the fear of being caught, only fuelled him further.
He nearly thrust his hips to set a proper pace, when your hand came down to his chest to hold him in place. He understood the message, so he tipped his head back against the chair and exhaled roughly as you set your own slow, sleepy rhythm.
"Fuck. You're going to kill me, sweetheart," he whispered.
Lohen's body was usually terribly cold — this time, though, you felt almost scorching heat radiating off his skin. You couldn't help it that your eyelids began to droop against his neck, desperately chasing after the last scraps of the sleep he had brutally stolen from you earlier. Still, you kept enough focus in your movements not to hurt him.
For Lohen, however, it was nothing short of torture. He genuinely, truly needed to drive into you as deep and as hard as he possibly could. He couldn't hold back the quiet, pained but deeply erotic sounds falling from his lips into your hair as you rode him like you were punishing him for something.
To find even a little relief, his fingers found your waist again — this time closing around the fabric of your nightgown rather than your skin, so as not to grip you too hard. He sensed that might read to you as a signal that something was wrong, and he absolutely did not want you to stop. The camp could come under attack right now and he still wouldn't pull himself out of your tight warmth. Not for anything.
"Ha—fuck, you feel too fucking good. You're taking me so well. I missed you so fucking much, nightingale," he said, almost deliriously.
He'd had relationships in his life, of course. And he liked sex. But he had never felt this matched with anyone the way he did with you. You awakened something animal in him — his libido had grown considerably since you had met, which was already absurd, and now it had somehow climbed even higher — and he simply could not keep his hands off you whenever he had the chance. You fucked like rabbits, and archons, Lohen had no idea how he had ever lived without you.
Thinking about it now, swallowed up by your wet, clenching walls, he thought he might have actually killed himself if you had rejected him that day. Not only had you thoroughly scrambled his mind to the point where he couldn't stop thinking about you — his body needed you the way someone needs something they've become addicted to. The thought that there could exist some reality in which he had tasted you and then lost you filled him with a sick, hollow dread.
He felt you quicken, as though you wanted to fuck those thoughts right out of him. In any other circumstances, being the masochist he was, he would have been absolutely beside himself with your pace. This was, technically, gentle sex — or at least it was supposed to be — and yet, purely because of his sexual frustration, he was whimpering and whining as though you were taking his virginity.
He helped you along a little with his hand, allowing for slightly deeper movements. You moaned against his collarbone, tightening your fingers on his neck and shoulder. Lohen growled low in his throat, feeling himself slowly approaching the edge — it was almost embarrassing, it had never happened to him this fast before.
"F-fuck, I'm close," he muttered, sounding completely delirious by now — which made you shudder, and with trembling, already-tired hips you gathered the last of your strength and pressed down harder, still maintaining that slow, sweet, sleepy rhythm. He groaned, feeling an overwhelming urge to sink his teeth into your neck to muffle the pathetic sounds coming out of his mouth. "I cannot f-fucking wait to — ah, fuck you properly. I-I won't let you go for fucking h-hours, sweetheart."
You clenched tighter around him at those words. Lohen's thighs were shaking with the effort of holding back from driving up into you with everything he had.
And then he heard footsteps.
He lifted his gaze toward the gap in the tent. Damn, it was already light enough outside — someone had evidently gotten up early. But he was so desperately close to his release, and he could feel from you that you were just as close. He pulled you in against him, sliding his hand to your back, and inhaled sharply through the pain as your chest pressed against his ribs. It blurred instantly with the pleasure, but he had done it solely to be able to better control the situation.
Your soft moans were echoing in his ears when someone suddenly approached the tent. Through the gap, one of the knights peered inside — as it happened, one of Lohen's own subordinates, Gunther — who went completely still at the sight.
Gunther made eye contact with Lohen and felt dread crash through him, but his body refused to obey, transfixed on the scene before him. He watched your hips rise and fall so enticingly on the vice-captain's cock, as though you were his own personal little plaything (oh, if only he knew it was Lohen who had been begging for access to you... and that if Lohen could have, he'd have been fucking you senseless himself already...). Your moans were absolutely beautiful, practically hypnotic. Fuck, you were worth every sin.
Your relationship with Lohen was a secret — not because you wanted to hide it, but because you didn't feel the need to announce it. You still had your respective duties, and some might consider it unprofessional, especially given the seniority of both your positions.
Remembering that, Lohen possessively bit down into your neck, holding eye contact with his cadet with sick satisfaction. Mine.
The unexpected bite made you nearly cry out with pleasure, clenching around him harder than you ever had before. He felt you come undone on his cock, felt how greedily you took all of him for yourself. And still your movements didn't stop — you kept going, carrying him over the edge too. As his own peak crested, Gunther had already fled, newly blessed with the sight of your climaxing body.
Lohen came inside you with an intensity that left you breathless — you could feel him filling you to the point where your eyes rolled back, your legs giving out from beneath you, undone by his drawn-out, low groan and the iron grip of his hands on your waist.
You collapsed against him, spent and unable to move, panting against his skin while he stroked your back soothingly.
"Thank you, doctor. I feel so much better," he laughed softly, and you pulled back to look at his face. He was completely flushed, his smile curled in a way you knew all too well. Like he'd just gotten away with something. Catching your suspicious look, he quickly pulled you into a tender kiss. "Fuuuuuck. Stay with me like this for a moment, nightingale."
"Y-you know I can't, Lohen, ugh, let me go," you wriggled out of his hold, reluctantly. Lohen let out a mournful groan as the warmth of you left him. You felt, with some embarrassment, his release beginning to trickle down your thigh, so you quickly pulled your underwear back on — though Lohen, as ever, looked thoroughly delighted by that sight, making you flustered. "Fucking clean yourself up, I'll be right back."
He rolled his eyes in amusement, then did exactly as you'd told him. You disappeared behind the curtain, and he heard the rustle of fabric — you were most likely getting yourself ready to start the day. The thought that you would be walking around all day with his release inside you made his cock pulse again.
He tipped his head back against the chair. Archons, have mercy. Heal me so I can fuck her soon properly.
When you returned from behind the curtain, you were already dressed for work. He smiled, almost boyishly, as you helped him back to bed with a perfectly composed, professional expression. A moment later the noise outside had already begun — the sounds of hungry, freshly woken knights making their way to breakfast. He could see you breathe out in relief, unaware that anyone had caught you at all.
"Sweetheart," Lohen addressed you, as you leaned over his bandages to check that everything was in order. "After breakfast, would you send Gunther to me? If you don't know who he is, you definitely know Ursula — just ask her to point him out. Tell him I have some duties to hand off to him."
You nodded, and just as you were about to leave, Lohen caught you by the back of the neck and pulled you down into a teasing, yet unbearably deep and almost longing kiss. Oh, there he is.
"I'll bring you coffee with breakfast. I think you can have caffeine again by now," you murmured as you pulled away.
"What would I ever do without you, darling?" he smiled sweetly, a knowing glint in his eyes. "You're the best."
a letter from lohen. lohen x fem!reader. smut. cunnilingus/facesitting. slight spoilers for lohen story quest under the cut.
my dear, dear bunny,
i know my solitary confinement is only for a few days, but it feels like an eternity has passed. i can't tell you how utterly boring it is just sitting here, doing mundane things like staring out the window, and wondering if it's going to rain today or not.
they are even making me catch up on all the mission reports i haven't done yet! can you believe that? and i am actually doing them because it's so so so boring.
on the upside, i have taken up the little hobby of making candy. i believe i have perfected a chewing gum long lasting flavor. i have made you a few pieces of candy that i think you'll really enjoy. i also made some no bake fudge. it was easier than i thought it would be.
and here i thought fudge was supposed to be complicated to make. and hard to perfect.
there are no monsters for me to fight. no traps to set for varka. no you. i really don't like only hearing your voice through the door. i hate not being able to get my hands on you when i want.
i got your care package. i can't tell you how often i bring that piece of paper you sprayed with your perfume to my nose, and inhale your scent. please, do wear that perfume when i get out of confinement.
my dear bunny, i also need to tell you something. i have an itch. an itch that only you can scratch once i get out.
i want you to sit on my face, and grind that pretty pussy of yours on my tongue. i think the couch in varka's office sounds like the perfect place.
i can just feel it now. your thighs squeezing around my head, your pussy drooling on my face while i lap at your hole. your thighs spasming if i suck your cute little clit a certain way. you don't know what that does to me.
please, grind your cunt on my mouth as much as you want. squeeze your thighs around my head while you whimper. don't worry when i make you feel boneless, bunny.
i will simply grab onto your hips, and help you ride my tongue. i encourage you to play with your tits if you are feeling extra good. the sight of pinching your nipples while i tongue fuck your clit makes me even harder.
ugh, time is going to pass by so slow. i just want to taste you cumming on my mouth. feel you tremble from orgasm. hear your sweet little voice cry for me while you cum.
nights have been very long without you.
yours always,
lohen
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enjoys fighting against you, the Dornmen Port Captain, in charge of all trade, and one of the few people who can best in him combat
you can't stand
taunts and flirts with you, begging for another fight against one another
you best in a fight by choke holding him between your thighs, a signature move until he can't breathe and has to tap out as a sign of submission
you tell him you know that he just wants to fight to have an excuse to be between your legs
smiles but it never reaches his eyes, wanting nothing more than to take you right there, in front of all the knights, watching how you squirm under him as he bites deep into your neck, bleeding his poison into you
Summary: His way of courting you (more yandere tendencies).
This kinda popped into my head like two days ago. Wanted to upload it while working on a Lohen specific request :) (Also I may link my socials soon…)
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Lohen’s initial attraction to you was based on your personality. No, you weren’t entirely sure of yourself, but the way you always figured out a solution to your problems strung him on. It was attractive. You were attractive.
“Nice going back there. The Hilichurl Camp.” Your first real conversation started with his compliment the second he saw you alone at Dorman’s Port.
Of course this was right after you were done with what he called, “charity work.” Safe to say that you were surprised. Immediately you greeted him formally, watching as he brushed off your courtesy with ease.
“None of that please. Just pretend you’re talking with a friend.”
He turned his attention to your weapon of choice strapped to your back. He figured out a way that may strike up an appeal of himself to you.
“I can give you tips on that weapon of yours.”
You didn’t exactly want to turn down a personal training session from someone of his caliber and rank, so your agreement was concrete.
“I would appreciate that, thank you.” That smile of yours was just warm enough to set the romance side of his heart completely ablaze for you.
He struggled to proceed in a healthy way of courting you. Lohen gained access to your work schedule, which meant he always knew your location when on the clock. On days you were free, he would study your habits. Where you liked to shop, what you liked to eat and activities you enjoyed. He knew all of it before you two even properly knew each other.
If you were often out and about, he would make sure to deliberately run into you from time to time to instigate a conversation. If you were more reserved to your home, he’d invite you for more private training sessions. Since those were your days off, he’d often propose grabbing dinner with you afterwards to sweeten the deal.
When you two became into friends, Lohen made sure to keep you even closer. He would accompany you everywhere; when he allowed you your space, he was always nearby. He didn’t doubt your strength nor ability to defend yourself, but he’d rather not take a single chance.
He always knew when and if someone else possessed feelings for you and were about to reveal them. A gentle threat, or a few more demanding tasks (for any other knight) was enough to keep the suitors at bay. There was even an incident where he terrorized one of the knights in the middle of a dense forest. Lohen would claim his actions as friendly advice, but you noticed how the knight affected started to steer clear of you.
Sick? He stayed at your residence to take care of you. Injured? He carried you to the nearest med bay.
“You’re overheating.” He was attentive, even noticing the little things as you laid down in an open field with him after an assignment.
Removing his glove, Lohen placed the palm of his hand on your forehead. He used his Cryo Vision to cool you down.
“I’m fine.” You’d deny any abnormalities happening to you, he knew this.
“I can assure you that you are not.” He next pulled at your clothing with a firm grip. “Down to your undershirt please. This is too much fabric right now.”
Once you were down to that particular piece of clothing to keep your decency, an idea popped into his head as you sucked down a spare bottle of water he had chilled to the bone. A perfect opportunity, especially as you sat resting your forehead against a tree.
“Mind if I try something?” He didn’t wait for a response from you before acting.
You shivered violently with a startled sound at the feeling of those ice cold palms against the bare skin of your shoulders. He studied your body language. The movement frightened you, yet you weren’t uncomfortable. He had a chance.
Fueled by his own desire and worry about you falling into heat exhaustion, without another word, he slowly pulled himself closer. His arms moved to hug you around your shoulders completely, resting his chest completely against your back. Again, you didn’t seem uncomfortable with the contact, you seemed rather relaxed. Was it the cold you liked, or his presence?
“Is this okay?” A rare moment of vulnerability, you could hear it in his whisper to your ear.
A part of him wanted to stick to you like glue, yet another part also cared about your comfort. He only felt your hand touching his own gently without a response. A few moments passed, as if you were now the one testing his boundaries. All of a sudden, your hands held onto his arms with a nod.
“Yeah.”
An unwavering yet comfortable silence followed as you practically melted into his cool form. That was how it started. How you officially became his.
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You two didn’t parade your relationship to the public. Sometimes it even felt like you both were hiding the revelation. This fact was true during the very beginning, a reflection of your concern.
“I’n not sure if this is breaking some sort of rule.” You were pacing around the empty library with Lohen after hours.
He sat in a chair, leaning back with eyes locked on your form. A dark look in his gaze before he straightened up. As you vented the insecurity, he was too busy wondering how long you possessed feelings for him.
“You and I are under different companies. In case you haven’t noticed…I technically have no input over your earnings, schedule, raises—“ He could go on.
He could access all the information he needed, yet all changes went through either Varka or Jean (who would never let Lohen tamper with anything concerning another knight’s due diligence).
“It’s not possible for me to show favoritism towards you. This isn’t breaking any rules.” He further clarified.
You bit your lip, finally facing him as he stood. His eyebrows raised. Wow, you really did look troubled.
“Maybe we should just tell Varka.” Your suggestion was met with his signature grin that ran shivers down your spine.
He came really close, holding you by your arms firmly. He wanted to comfort you, while also teasing you.
“Or…we can let sleeping dogs lie.”
His hands then cupped your face, caressing your cheeks. He leaned closer into you, ready to finally perform what he wanted to for months.
Unfortunately, you spotted something in your peripheral vision coming down the stairs behind him. The sight horrified you. To dodge the kiss you slipped free from Lohen’s grasp quickly. You then made sure to place a respectable distance between you two.
“Grand Master!” The title came out sounding as if you were a child caught with their hands in a cookie jar.
Lohen didn’t even realize you could move that quickly under his nose. Varka meanwhile stared at you both with scrutinizing eyes.
“Hey you two.” Varka spoke slowly, already forming an idea of what was going on in here.
Lohen rolled his eyes before turning his head. He wasn’t angry at Varka, just annoyed that he was unable to land the mind blowing kiss he had planned for months.
Besides, he had always known you two weren’t truly alone. Lohen just didn’t care about any sort of spectators. It was you who turned out to be oblivious.
“Um…it’s getting late I should get going.” You smiled awkwardly and professionally, excusing yourself from the men in the room with a quick “good night.”
They both watched as you left, Lohen now turning to look at Varka with a smile. A mischievous one.
“What kind of gentleman would I be letting that sweet person walk home alone in the dark.” He smirked.
Varka sighed. There’s no way he was present enough to discuss what was happening between you guys. All he wished for right now was beer and chicken.
“Yeah, yeah we’ll talk tomorrow.” He yawned as Lohen opened the door to exit.
“Good night Grand Master.” His final words before shutting it, racing after you.
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Thank you so much for the love for “Monitoring Tendencies!!” <3
fluff, f. reader, tw. none | lohen yearned for letters to be addressed to him. more specifically, letters from you.
꒰ optional part 2 HERE ꒱
lohen observed as documents and letters stacked on the grandmaster's allocated desk in one of the tents at their base as varka himself entertained him with the content of a letter addressed to him from you. it was a work report, but you have a habit of going off tangent on unrelated things. this time, it was about him.
i hope the vice captain of the fifth company didn't cause too much trouble in nod-krai. jean informed us that the enemies there are especially lethal, which fuels my worry that he'll chase after them more than they him. i'll inform the supply team to deliver more medical supplies to you just in case.
"you better watch out and not concern the lady too much. although if you ask me, i think she misses you. why don't you write to her?", varka laughed at his suggestion as if it's funny, but lohen didn't find it so. if anything, he's annoyed.
if you miss him so much, why not write to him?
he rolled his eyes with a sigh, saluted his boss and excused himself to do the exact thing that caused your worry in the first place to vent.
about 30 fallen wild hunts later, he still found himself unsatisfied. deep down he knew you're not obliged to write to him, professionally nor personally. you're way down the chain of command to need to talk to him directly, and the two of you weren't exactly close companions for the any need to constantly keep in touch. you're just colleagues under the same organisation, nothing more, nothing less.
he hacked his sword through the last of the wild hunts. in the silence, he recalled varka's suggestion.
why don't you write to her?
later that night, lohen sat alone with a blank parchment and a quill in hand. he began by writing your name at the top, and proceeded with whatever topic that came to mind. formal letter? informal letter? whatever format and formality he should have observed were thrown out of the window.
varka told me about your concern for my well-being. i'm writing to let you know that it's unnecessary. i'm completely capable of dealing with the enemy that came my way. remember when you found me covered in the abyssal goo during our visit to the chasm last year? my level of vitality then should prove that i'm not going down easily. so keep the medical supplies to those who need them.
a smug smile tugged at his lips, recalling your first encounter. he had loved your reaction then. you started by worrying sick for him, accepted that he's unaffected by the goo (maybe not yet or not as bad as he should be), and ended up entertaining his bloodlust by modeling some advanced training bots according to his requests. sure, you complained that he shouldn't risk himself unnecessarily, but you never rejected them either. if he's to be honest, he thought that you're meant for him.
by the time lohen signed the letter, it was at least ten pages long, containing his request for basically an indestructible training bot, details about the kuuvakhi infused nod-krai's flora that he knew you're interested in (according to your letter to varka), his random ramble about a mute fairy-mage who recently fancied hanging around at their base, the gossips that varka spilled when he's drunk enough at the flagship, and him saying that he can't wait to see you again and hoped that you're taking care.
with a satisfied nod, he sealed his letter and arranged it for delivery. maybe he could get used to this.
he'd forgetten about his letter by the time a new batch of deliverables arrived a week later. the additional medical supplies you mentioned were still sent over. perhaps varka approved it. a letter was unexpectedly handed to him. his gaze fell on your cursive penmanship he recognised so well, read 'to lohen, vice captain of the fifth company'.
Nice to meet you. Fight me. (Lohen x reader) [sagau]
First thing Lohen does when meeting your other favourites is ask them to a fight.
Not as a friendly spar.
Not because he's bored.
But to see if they're really all that. If they're actually worthy of you...
And he doesn't hide that he looks down on them either. He has expectations from what he's heard from you. Of your praise.
He's both excited for a real challenge, and bonus if he can prove their strengths wrong. (It's not that he flaunts how strong he is, but he does like having you know you can depend on him, and that he can protect you better than others).
Be it Adepti, General Mahamatra, samurai, hunter, Fatui/Harbinger ex or not, a fellow Knight, or Captain. Heck even an archon...
Bring it on.
It gets his blood pumping. And if they live up to your words and praise, it doesn't matter if he gets wrecked. At least he experienced their strength and skills first hand to know they'll be able to protect you from any harm and danger.
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