oneshot & fluff ↪ in which, lohen is openly smitten with y/n, an angelic and reserved presence, but she remains completely indifferent to his obvious feelings, treating him with the same calm politeness as everyone else.
↷ lohen ; genshin impact
LOHEN HAD NEVER been subtle about anything he felt, though he liked to believe otherwise.
It was obvious to everyone else in the Knights of Favonius, the way his attention shifted the moment she entered a room, how his usually composed expression softened just slightly whenever Y/n was nearby, and how he always, without fail, ended up standing closer to her than he needed to.
Y/n, however, never reacted to any of it in the way people expected.
She was calm in a way that felt almost distant, an angelic presence who spoke softly and moved like she belonged to stillness itself.
There was kindness in her, yes, but it was quiet, evenly distributed, never leaning toward anyone in particular.
Even Lohen, for all his obvious attempts, was met with the same measured courtesy she gave everyone else.
“You are staring again,” one of the knights eventually muttered under their breath.
Lohen didn’t bother denying it. His gaze remained fixed across the courtyard where Y/n stood speaking with another knight, her posture perfectly composed, her voice low and steady.
There was nothing remarkable about the moment to anyone else, yet he watched like it was the only thing worth seeing.
“I am observing,” he replied calmly, though no one believed him.
He tried in every way he could think of to bridge the distance between them. Small gestures at first, like offering assistance she never asked for or bringing her tea he insisted was perfectly brewed.
Later, it became more deliberate, lingering near her during meetings, timing his steps so he would walk beside her without making it obvious he had planned it that way.
None of it changed how she treated him.
Not negatively. Not positively.
Just… the same.
“Lohen,” she greeted him one afternoon as he approached, her voice as soft as ever.
He stopped immediately, as if that alone required his full attention. “Yes?”
She gestured slightly to the space beside her, expression neutral. “You are blocking the light.”
He blinked once, then stepped aside without question, “Of course.”
There was no hesitation in him, not when it came to her, and that in itself had become its own kind of problem.
It was not that she ignored his efforts. She acknowledged them. She always did. When he brought her tea, she thanked him. When he offered help, she accepted or declined politely.
When he stayed nearby longer than necessary, she simply continued her work as if his presence was no different from the wind outside the windows.
One of the knights once asked her directly if she knew Lohen was in love with her.
She had paused for a moment, thinking about it with genuine consideration, before replying simply, “Is he?”
That answer reached Lohen faster than anything else ever had.
Still, he continued as he always did, because stopping felt stranger than being ignored.
One evening, he found her alone on the balcony overlooking Mondstadt.
The wind moved gently through the space between them, and for a while neither of them spoke. It was a familiar kind of silence, not uncomfortable, just unfilled.
Eventually, he stepped closer, stopping at a respectful distance, though he always seemed to struggle with what that meant around her.
“Y/n,” he said quietly.
She turned her head slightly. “Yes?”
He hesitated for a rare moment before asking the question he had avoided for far too long, “Do you dislike me?”
That made her look at him properly, her expression unchanged but thoughtful in the way she always was when something required honesty.
“No,” she answered after a pause. “I do not dislike you.”
There was a slight relief in his shoulders before she continued, still calm, still unhurried.
“I simply do not interpret your behavior the way others do.”
He understood what she meant immediately, though it didn’t make it easier to hear.
“You are aware,” he said quietly.
She nodded once, “You are affectionate toward me.”
There was no teasing in her voice, no embarrassment in his. Just fact, stated plainly between them.
Silence settled again, heavier this time.
Lohen exhaled slowly, his gaze shifting away for a moment before returning to her, “And you do not feel the same.”
It was not a question, and she did not treat it like one.
Instead, she answered with the same quiet honesty she always used. “I do not feel much in that way. But I do not find your presence unpleasant.”
It was not what he had hoped for, but it was not rejection either.
And somehow, that mattered.
He leaned lightly against the railing beside her, allowing the silence to stretch again, though it no longer felt empty.
“Then I will remain present,” he said simply.
Y/n glanced at him, then back toward Mondstadt. After a pause, she responded just as calmly, “That is your choice.”
Can u give us more Varka daughter x Lohen plsss 🙏 Not even the anon who asked for it first but im very locked in
Hmmm oki!
Lohen asking Varka for his blessing to marry you...
He already has the ring ready, and the perfect proposal planned. All he needs is the blessing from Varka to marry you.
At first Varka says no. Why would he ever let someone like Lohen marry his daughter! But Lohen makes a very compelling argument. He can protect you! Love you! Keep you safe no matter where you are!
It takes alot of convincing, but Varka will eventually give Lohen his blessing.
At the wedding Varka is a mess. He never thought the day would come where he had ti watch his daughter get married :(
Meanwhile, Lohen is laughing his ass off at the sight. You have to smack him upside the head just to get him to stop
Scaramouche can't help himself from staring at your school bag. Other than the usual keychains on zippers, there's two new additions. A felt plush of you and him.
Scaramouche feels disgust, repulsion, and… (cuteness) aggression…? He can't help but squeeze the cheeks of your plush as you plop down in the seat next to him.
“What the hell. You made this?”
You look up from digging through your bag to see his fingers squeezing the plush flat. Your hand quickly swats him away.
“Hey! Yes, I did. Don’t try to destroy it, dumbass. I spent a lot of time on it.
I made us so we can match!”
Scaramouche looks unwilling.
“Pleasee, Scara. It's better than those Discord matching profiles you did in your eboy era during Covid.”
How could he say no when you looked at him like that? He glares and quickly snatches the keychain from your grasp.
“I thought I told you to not bring it up,” he mutters under his breath.
Scaramouche's baren bag now has a new member.
A felt plush with a stark resemblance to the owner. Of course he picked himself. That narcissist.
Your boyfriend is cold. Does he even love you?
You find that the answer is yes, when he returns from the vending machine and tosses your favorite bag of chips in your lap.
i really want to start posting something, but im resisting because there's a chance I might recover my second account and I don't want to start over again lmao
oneshot & fluff ↪ in which, after a long day of fighting, lohen finds himself drawn to the quiet comfort of y/n, learning that not every victory has to be won on the battlefield.
↷ lohen ; genshin impact
MONDSTADT WAS QUIETER at dusk.
The wind carried the scent of grass and distant flowers, brushing softly against the stone walls of the Knights of Favonius headquarters. Inside, most of the knights had already retired for the evening.
Except for him.
Lohen stood by the window, arms crossed, gaze fixed on the fading light. His expression was unreadable, though faint traces of exhaustion lingered beneath it.
He had returned from patrol not long ago. Another successful mission. Another series of battles won.
And yet, the restlessness remained.
“You’re still here.”
The voice behind him was gentle.
He turned slightly, eyes landing on her.
Y/n stood by the doorway, holding a small tray with tea, her presence quiet but grounding. She didn’t look surprised to see him. She never did.
“Couldn’t sleep,” he replied simply.
She walked over without hesitation, setting the tray down on the nearby table.
“Then sit,” she said. “You look like you’ve been fighting the entire day.”
He huffed softly, though there was no real protest in it.
“That’s because I have.”
Still, he followed her suggestion, lowering himself into the chair across from her. It was a small thing. Sitting. Resting. But it felt unfamiliar.
Y/n poured the tea, her movements steady.
He watched her.
Not in the way he observed enemies or battlefields, but something softer.
“You don’t have to keep going all the time,” she said, sliding the cup toward him.
He raised a brow, “It’s what I’m good at.”
“Fighting isn’t the only thing you’re good at.”
That made him pause. For a moment, the room fell silent except for the faint clink of porcelain. Lohen picked up the cup, warmth seeping into his hands. He took a slow sip.
It was… calming.
Unfamiliar, but not unwelcome.
“You’re the only one who says that,” he murmured.
Y/n smiled slightly, “That’s because I’m the only one who sees you like this.”
THEY STAYED THERE longer than expected, talking in low voices. About nothing important, about everything that didn’t involve missions or orders or enemies.
At some point, the conversation faded into silence.
Y/n had leaned back in her chair, eyes half-lidded, clearly tired. Her head tilted slightly, resting against the cushion behind her.
Lohen noticed immediately.
He stood, moving without sound, and gently adjusted the blanket draped over the chair, pulling it around her shoulders.
She stirred, “You don’t have to—”
“Stay still,” he said, voice softer than before.
She blinked up at him, surprised.
“You’re different when you’re not fighting,” she murmured.
He paused then, after a moment, “Only around you.”
Her breath caught, just slightly, as he sat beside her instead of across this time.
Not close enough to startle, just enough to be there.
The quiet stretched between them, comfortable. For once, Lohen wasn’t thinking about the next battle. The next opponent. The next challenge. He was thinking about this, about her.
About how, somehow, sitting here felt more grounding than any victory he had ever claimed.
Y/n shifted slightly, her hand brushing against his.
She didn’t pull away, nor did he.
“You should rest too,” she said softly.
He glanced at her, then leaned back, letting his shoulder lightly touch hers.
“I am.”
And for the first time in a long while, the Vice Captain of the Knights of Favonius allowed himself to stay still.
imagine patrolling kipumaki cliff with illuga when you see lohen delivering a final punishing blow against a horde of wilderness ghouls. he turns around and the manic gleam in his eyes only grows stronger when he sees you both.
you immediately make your way over to him and then go off to find more wild hunt to fight while illuga runs behind you, calling out to you to slow down. you don't listen. over the course of the whole night the three of you run all over the mountain, ridding it of every wild hunt rift it ever had. Lohen's laugh echoes in your ears, intermingling with your own as you plunge your weapons through the hearts of all the monsters. you know illuga is right there behind you both, aiding where he can and sighing fondly at the situation.
it's almost a requirement to ensure that you and lohen have enough enemies to fight. you need to have recreational time (slaughtering the abyss) every day or you get very antsy and lohen starts doing stupid shit like making his subordinates shoot an apple while he tap dances and then subjecting them to special training. illuga will of course allow you both to obtain your enrichment because he'd be a bit of an ass not to, the lightkeepers could use the help, and it is honestly adorable to see you both so happy. (as long as it's you both, he thinks he can deal with the fact that he just called fighting "adorable".)
when the patrol is over he gently but firmly grasps both of your shoulders and turns you both to look at him. "bed. now."
lohen of course makes a dirty joke and you join in, but he fixed you both with a look that means business. you both sigh and accompany him back to cliffwatch camp and when you hit the bed, you're asleep immediately.
lohen takes a little longer to fall asleep, still a little worked up from earlier. it takes illuga physically laying on top of him for lohen to fall asleep. you all fall asleep in a cute cuddle pile.
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