warning(s) -> fluff, sfw, not proofread, lohen being a tease, angst if you squint hard enough, reposted from an old blog i deleted, worry and separation, emotional comfort | wordcount. 1.9k | notes. helloo!! i am here to bring lohen nation a lohen fic from an old blog hehe
after lohen’s month-long expedition stretches into weeks of silence, worry begins to weigh on you — until you unexpectedly run into him in mondstadt. relief turns into soft reunion, teasing, and quiet comfort as you finally have him back beside you.
lohen hasn’t been home for a long time.
his expedition in nod-krai was only supposed to last for one month, with his team being in charge of clearing out the wild hunt in two different areas of nod-krai.
you’ve been sending him letters nonstop ever since the supposedly one month stay for him got extended. you ask about his day, what he was doing, and whether or not he was safe.
out of the twenty letters you’ve sent him, only five of them got answered. you know how busy he is with the expedition and stuff, but you really only want to know whether or not he would be home soon.
you sigh, for the nth time today, and varka can only look at you in sympathy.
“you know how he is when he gets engaged in battle,” varka starts. “once he starts fighting, there’s nothing that can distract him. you’re lucky he even replied to your letters.” he takes a sip from his cup. “i once sent him about forty letters asking him to report back his current status of the mission, and he replied to one letter.”
you laugh at that. “really? only one out of forty letters?”
“yeah!” varka takes another chug from his drink. “can you imagine that? and instead of sending me a full detailed report, he sent me a one word letter. care to guess what it said?”
you shake your head, though you already know where this is going.
“he sent me an ‘okay’! can you believe that?!” varka complains, though his face shows a bit of relief seeing you smile again after a long day of moping around. “so, believe me when i tell you he’s okay. the lohen i know won’t fall because of some wild hunt monsters.”
you smile at varka. “thank you. that makes me feel better actually,” you stand up giving charles a few more to pay for your and varka’s drink. “this one’s on me. i’ll see you tomorrow?”
varka nods, already busy talking to venti.
you step out of the tavern, feeling the cold breeze pass by. usually, at this time, you and lohen would be walking around the city of mondstadt, talking about whatever comes to mind. that is one of your favorite parts about dating lohen. he’s someone who listens and doesn’t interrupt unless you ask him for his opinion.
walking only 10 steps, you bump into someone.
“oh- i’m so sorry-” you lift your head, and the sight in front of you almost made you fall to the ground.
lohen stands in front of you, his regular smirk on his face. “hey.”
you can only gape, the feeling of shock overtaking you that you can’t even say anything else.
“what? cat got your tongue?” lohen teases, lowering himself so that he’s face-to-face with you that you can feel his breath on your face. “did you not miss me or something? why are you only-”
you cut him off by wrapping your arms around his shoulders. lohen’s body stiffens but eventually relaxes into your arms. you don’t say anything for a few minutes, but lohen can tell what you’re trying to say in this hug.
what? when did you come back? why didn’t you say anything?!
you pull back just enough so you can see his face. “when- what?! why didn’t you- lohen!”
lohen laughs at you. genuinely laughing at your shocked expression. “what? i don’t quite understand what you’re saying here, y/n.”
you give him a smack on his chest. “why didn’t you tell me you were going to come back?! no, actually, why did it take you this long to come back? did something happen? were you hurt and didn’t want to come back because you were afraid of seeing me worry?”
“woah, okay, calm down there,” he pats your back gently. “it took my team a bit longer to clear the mission because more wild hunt monsters appeared in a different area of nod-krai. we can’t just leave them be now, right?”
“well you could’ve said that in your letters!” you huff, turning your head away. sure, you’re glad that lohen is back safe and sound, but you can only feel angry that he didn’t bother to write down anything, just a simple note saying why he’s staying longer than intended.
lohen can see you furrow of your brows and the small pout on your lips, and he sighs softly. his hand reaches out and catches your chin, turning your gently to face him. the teasing smirk on his face is gone, and is now replaced with a soft smile. “hey, i’m sorry, okay? i know it wasn’t good of me to not tell you about me staying longer in nod-krai, but you know how busy i am with my duties.”
“yeah, i know,” you mumble, playing with his coat. you don’t want to meet his eyes, because if you do, all you can think about is all the bad things you were thinking while he was away. all the thoughts about him falling in battle and you not being there for him. “i just- i was worried. i didn’t- i talked to varka about it and-” your voice cracked. “he said that it’s usual for you to not report back as much but i still can’t help but think about-” you take in a shaky breath. “whether or not you were safe or not.”
lohen pulls you into a hug again, letting you rest your head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat. “well, i’m here and i’m alive. you don’t have to think about all those things again, yeah?”
you nod, calming yourself down. once you do, you look up at lohen, a big smile appearing on your face. “does that mean you’re on holiday now? varka can’t send you on another mission right?”
“well, i don’t think the knights of favonius can ever have a holiday.” lohen says and he sees you deflate. “but, i can request for a holiday. pretty sure he’s going to give me one anyway knowing you depressed you were while i was gone.”
your smile drops. “excuse me? what? how- how did you know?!”
lohen gives you a teasing smile. “let’s see… varka’s letter also ended up in between letter fifteen you sent me and in there was a little section called ‘the y/n update’.”
“what?!”
“‘lohen, they’ve been moping in the bar since lunchtime. can you please come back?’” lohen holds back a laugh when he sees your face turning red from embarrassment. “‘lohen, i think y/n is officially losing it. i just saw her bringing out a doll replica of you to the bar and pretend that it’s you actually being here.’”
your mouth drops, not expecting varka to expose you like this. “can you stay here for a minute? i need to go to talk to varka right now.”
you were about to go back to the bar and give varka a piece of his mind, but lohen catches your wrist. “do that tomorrow, yeah? as much as i want to see you go off on him, i want to go back home and catch up with you.”
you can’t deny him like this. you’ve missed him for so long that all you want to do right now is snuggle him and talk about what you’ve been doing for the past month that he was gone.
“fine, but you cannot stop me tomorrow. i can’t believe he would do this to me!” you complain as lohen’s hand finds yours. “i specifically told him not to tell you about me being all sad and depressed because it’s embarrassing!"
“well, you know our captain. he can be a little bold at times.” lohen says, squeezing your hand gently.
you huff, still embarrassed, but you don’t pull your hand away. instead, you lace your fingers with his, grounding yourself in the warmth you’ve missed for so long. his hand is still calloused, still familiar, and the simple contact makes your chest feel lighter.
“i still can’t believe you read that,” you mumble.
“every single letter,” lohen replies casually.
you blink. “every- even the ones i sent…?”
“where you wrote three pages about how the sunset looked prettier when i’m around?” he tilts his head slightly, his smirk returning. “or the one where you tried to draw me and somehow made me look like a hilichurl?”
“that was one time!” you protest, face heating up.
lohen chuckles softly, the sound low and warm. “they were nice. i kept them all.”
your steps slow for a moment. “you… did?”
“of course.” his voice softens. “it gets quiet out there. colder than mondstadt, too. having something from you helped.”
your chest tightens at that. you hadn’t expected him to admit something like that so easily. lohen usually hides things like this behind teasing remarks and smug smiles.
“i’m glad,” you say quietly.
for a few seconds, the two of you walk in comfortable silence. the city lights glow softly around you, and the wind carries the distant sound of laughter from the tavern behind you. it feels normal again. like nothing ever changed.
except when you glance at him for the fourth time, you notice faint scratches on his cheek, barely healed. there’s also a small tear on the edge of his coat.
you stop walking.
lohen notices immediately. “what’s wrong?”
you reach up before he can react, gently brushing your fingers near the scratch on his cheek. “you’re hurt.”
“just a scratch,” he says, though he doesn’t pull away.
“still.” your brows knit together. “you should’ve told me.”
“if i told you every time i got a scratch, you’d never stop worrying.”
“…i already don’t,” you mumble.
lohen pauses.
then, more gently than before, he leans down slightly, resting his forehead against yours. “i know.”
the quiet moment stretches between you, warm despite the cold air.
“…you’re really here,” you whisper, almost like you still can’t believe it.
“i am,” he says softly.
you smile, and this time it feels easy.
“then let’s go home,” you say, tugging lightly on his hand.
lohen follows without hesitation.
the walk back feels shorter than usual, maybe because you’re too busy talking—telling him about the little things he missed. how venti tried to convince you to sing at the tavern, how amber dragged you out to watch the sunset one evening, how you ended up falling asleep at the library while waiting for one of his letters.
lohen listens to everything, just like he always does.
when you finally reach your door, you hesitate for a second before opening it. the familiar space feels warmer with him standing beside you.
lohen steps inside first, glancing around like he’s memorizing everything again. then he lets out a quiet sigh, shoulders relaxing in a way you haven’t seen since before he left.
“missed this,” he murmurs.
you close the door behind you.
“missed you,” you reply.
he turns toward you, and before you can say anything else, he pulls you into his arms again. this time, the hug is tighter, more certain, like he’s making up for all the time he was gone.
you bury your face into his shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of his coat.
“you’re not leaving again anytime soon, right?” you ask softly.
“not if i can help it.”
you nod, satisfied with that answer, and relax against him.
for the first time in weeks, everything finally feels right again.
PlS PLA PLS IM BEGGING YOU LIKE THE BEGGIEST BEGGAR IN ALL OF BEGDOM
you think you know everything, don’t you?.. ✿ (fatui harbinger) lohen x gn!reader
㌗ ────⠀synopsis: you’ve been working for the tsaritsa for a few years now and if there’s something she takes pride in having you on her side, it was that you simply knew everything about everyone—their ins and outs, their weaknesses and strengths, their abilities and skills, and even their past. that is.. except when lohen arrived.
not proofread. lohen if he wasn’t rescued by adolfo and worked for the tsaritsa. tw blood, bruises, and torture. might be ooc. tsaritsa is evil. angst to comfort.
lohen had developed a peculiar reputation.
he could spend an afternoon patiently teaching a new recruit how to survive on the battlefield, then vanish only to leave fake emergency summons on every commander’s desk.
he didn’t even tried to deny it when he was confronted. he only claimed that he was bored and had nothing else to do.
“you caused a security lockdown!” sandrone’s voice erupted through the room you were passing by.
you stopped to listen to the quarrel ensuing.
“oh, i know.” lohen replied as if that was his intention all along.
“and that’s funny to you?”
you saw a small smile tugged at the corner of lohen’s mouth, “a little, yeah.”
you didn’t mind lohen’s antics at first. if anything, some of his pranks you found genuinely funny. watching a feared fatui harbinger sneak fake reports onto another commander’s desk with a perfectly straight face was entertaining in its own absurd way.
but that opinion of yours began to waver when your teammates quietly pulled you aside, asking for a bit of your time.
seated in front of your teammates, it was mostly sandrone who were doing all the talking, though everyone wanted a thorough investigation and background check on lohen. and maybe knock some sense into him.
“aren’t you supposed to know everything?”
you eyes almost twitched at the way sandrone looked you up and down as if telling you ‘if you can’t do this, then why are you even here?’. you scanned their faces one by one, not giving them any reaction. you wanted to see if they were all on the same page.
a light laugh escaped your lips, “before i accept this.. demand of yours, may i ask what exactly you want me to do with him?”
there was one thing your teammates never seemed to understand. you didn’t answer to them. you never had.
your name wasn’t on their roster, nor were you bound by their command. you served the tsaritsa directly, and everyone in the fatui knew it. if an order didn’t come from the tsaritsa herself, you had every right to turn around and walk away.
so when they asked you to “handle” lohen, your first instinct was to laugh.
what a ridiculous request.
it wasn’t in your contract.
but it did sound interesting.
your pride quietly whispered that if anyone could get through to the troublesome harbinger, it was you.
you rested your chin against your hand, pretending to think it over while the agents waited for your answer.
finally, you sighed, “you all owe me one.”
a chorus of relieved exhalations filled the room. not because you worked for them, but because your ego refused to believe there was a challenge you couldn’t handle.
you kept watch of lohen for a few weeks. this time, you went into the archives to see if there’s anything—a hint or a clue—that would somehow lead you to finding out who exactly is he.
the archives were inaccessible to everyone but you and the tsaritsa.
hidden away from the rest of the palace and protected by layers of security, the chamber had remained sealed for years. no harbinger, no agent, no servant had ever set foot inside.
which meant only one thing—no one could have broken in. no one could have stolen the confidential files.
to your surprise, there was nothing. no file. no report. not even a single mention of lohen’s name.
you frowned. it didn’t make any sense.
you knew the tsaritsa was meticulous when it came to her harbingers. every one of them (including you) had a record—background investigations, psychological evaluations, combat assessments, even detailed notes on their appearance and habits.
she never accepted anyone into the fatui without knowing exactly who they were.
so why was lohen the only exception?
the empty space where his file should have been unsettled you far more than any classified document ever could.
you wondered if the tsaritsa knew something you didn’t. but the thought quickly unraveled.
if she truly knew nothing about lohen, she would’ve called for you. she’d done it before—whenever someone intrigued her enough to warrant a closer look, she’d have you uncover every buried secret they possessed.
this time, she hadn’t.
no orders. no investigation. nothing.
which left you with a far more unsettling possibility—the tsaritsa already knew exactly who lohen was.
the real question was how?
how exactly were you supposed to get the infamous troublemaker of the fatui to open up? you nearly laughed at yourself for even entertaining the idea, but it’s not like you really have a choice either.
this was lohen.
the same harbinger who answered serious questions with sarcasm and disappeared whenever conversations became too personal. he wasn’t the kind of man who simply woke up one day and decided to bare his soul.
he wouldn’t casually tell you who he was before he became a harbinger, what he’d lost, or how he’d managed to climb to one of the highest ranks in the fatui.
people didn’t earn that side of him—if it even existed anymore.
with a quiet sigh, you leaned back in your chair.
“this is going to be a lot harder than i thought.”
“what is?”
you jolted in your seat when you heard lohen’s voice as he opened the door to your room. you stared at him for a while, his motives unknown and his smile never faltered.
“what are you doing here?” you asked carefully and quietly. he was never one to visit you or anyone uninvited. unless it was to implement his pranks.. again.
he shrugged and casually made his way to the edge of your bed, making himself cozy as he sat down, looking at you.
“what? i can’t visit you anymore?”
“you don’t visit me, lohen.”
“that’s true,” he laughed at your frowning face. “but the tsaritsa figured we should hang out more.”
you shot him a look that said ‘what are you talking about?’ because you haven’t heard such news before and surely if what he’s saying is true, then the tsaritsa would’ve told you personally.
“the tsaritsa told me about a mission with you, sadly. i was expecting the robot girl or the moon one, but here we are!” he gestured his hands boredly like he was showing a magic trick.
you didn’t think what lohen was saying was true, until you heard it directly from her highness. she said you were supposed to be keeping watch of the situation in a ball held in fontaine.
the trip was awkward to say the least.
lohen wasn’t exactly making eye contact or casual conversations even though you were both seated in front of each other. it was as if you were both trying to ignore each other.
unluckily for the both of you, you have a task to get out of this mission with him—make him talk, vulnerable even. it was one of your greatest strengths—or so the tsaritsa had told you herself.
you were willing to swallow your pride if it meant getting answers.
embarrassing yourself, playing the fool, letting others underestimate you… none of it mattered as long as it brought you one step closer to the truth.
people were far more careless around someone they didn’t perceive as a threat. and if sacrificing your image meant uncovering valuable intel, then it was a price you had never hesitated to pay.
“i know i have a great side profile and all, but don’t you think you’re staring a bit hard?”
lohen had been absentmindedly watching the scenery pass beyond the window. then he turned his head. his eyes met yours.
only then did you realize you’d been staring the entire time, your thoughts having drifted so far into figuring out how to befriend him that you hadn’t noticed.
his brow lifted ever so slightly, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“…see something you like?”
you scoffed at his teasing, “i wasn’t staring.”
“mmhm, no, i agree! you weren’t staring. you were admiring.”
your gaze lingered on his face, quietly studying every detail as though the answer might be written somewhere between the curve of his smile and the calm in his eyes.
what kind of person would make lohen lower his guard someone quiet? someone bold? someone who challenged him at every turn?
you had worn countless masks before, slipping into whatever role the mission demanded. it had always come naturally. but sitting in front of him… for the first time, none of them seemed to fit. still, you forced one on anyway.
anything to pry open the walls he’d built so carefully around himself. anything to find the man hiding behind the smile.
“just wondering why the tsaritsa paired me up with you of all people.”
the corners of lohen’s lips curled a little higher, amusement dancing in his eyes. “oh?” he hummed, tilting his head ever so slightly. “i didn’t know you had it in you to question the tsaritsa like that.”
he teased, his smile never wavering. “i thought you were her good little puppy.”
the words were light—playful, even—but the way he watched you suggested he was searching for your reaction just as much as you were searching for his.
your breath caught ever so slightly. it irritated you. not because of what he’d said—but because it was him who’d said it. you shrugged the feeling off as quickly as possible, before he could notice.
“and you’re not?”
his smile slowly wore off, breaking the eye contact to look at the view once again before whispering something he thought you wouldn’t hear.
“you have no idea.”
you didn’t know what he meant by what he said. his mood clearly changed from teasing to distant, but before you could ponder on it, the driver of the vehicle announced that you’d have to get on a ship in order to reach fontaine.
for all the trouble lohen caused around headquarters, one thing had always remained true.
though he was still being obviously distant, he was, surprisingly, a gentleman.
beneath his endless pranks, his sarcastic remarks, and the chaos that seemed to follow him wherever he went, there was an effortless kind of thoughtfulness that surfaced when no one expected it.
it was easy to mistake him for a menace.
it was much harder to ignore the kindness hidden underneath.
as you stepped toward the ship, lohen silently held out his hand. he didn’t look at you. instead, his gaze remained fixed somewhere off to the side, as though pretending the gesture wasn’t a big deal.
his hand stayed there nonetheless, unwavering, waiting for yours to find it.
you hesitated. with lohen, even the simplest gestures came with a hint of suspicion. you couldn’t tell whether this was another one of his pranks or if he was simply teasing you for his own amusement.
your eyes flickered from his outstretched hand to his face. after a moment’s pause, you slipped your hand into his.
his fingers closed around yours with an ease that made it seem as though he’d been expecting you to trust him all along.
his hand wrapped around your skin with a cold touch that sent a shiver crawling down your spine.
you hadn’t expected his hand to be so cold.
for a brief moment, neither of you spoke.
“…thank you,” you murmured, barely above a whisper.
lohen only gave a small nod, his grip steady as he helped you aboard. you expected him to let your hand go the moment your foot reached the final step of the stairs, but he held it with grace and security.
you watched him for a brief moment. he maintained a stoic expression, smiling at the passengers here and there as they acknowledged you two’s presence.
maybe he wasn’t so bad as they claimed him to be.
the thought slipped into your mind so naturally that it caught you off guard. you quickly pushed it aside and continued walking.
the ship carried a modest crowd of passengers, its decks alive with the quiet hum of conversation and the gentle crash of waves against the hull.
judging by the elegant gowns, finely tailored suits, and polished shoes that caught the afternoon light, it wasn’t difficult to guess where they were headed.
like you and lohen, they were all bound for the grand ball in fontaine. it was an annual tradition hosted by the hydro archon herself.
the air buzzed with excitement, strangers exchanging pleasantries while others admired the endless stretch of the sea ahead, blissfully unaware that two fatui harbingers stood quietly among them, hidden behind borrowed names and practiced smiles.
it wasn’t your first time setting foot in fontaine. in fact, over the years, you’d made some acquaintances when you were out to have dinner with arlecchino.
now that you’re back, you couldn’t help but be excited yourself. especially when the mission involves your forte and personal favorite—spying and blending in.
the mission itself was nothing out of the ordinary. you’ve done countless of spyings and blending ins, spent years disappearing into crowds, stealing secrets from beneath people’s noses, and leaving before anyone realized you’d ever been there. lohen had a similar reputation.
but working undercover wasn’t the difficult part, working together was. because since joining the fatui, you and lohen have never once been assigned a partner—the lonesome fatuis in the eyes of everyone.
you’d completed countless assignments, but never side by side. lohen was a complete mystery to you—one you were willing to solve.
“remember the plan?” he asked when you were both finally seated comfortably at the back of the ship.
“i’d rather talk about it at the hotel than risk being caught.”
“..hotel?” he clarifies, seemed to have forgotten that you’ll first be booking a hotel to change into appropriate clothing for the ball. because right now, both of you are looking like a couple of aristocrats with the fur coats and everything.
“yeah we’re not wearing these at the ball.” there was nothing wrong with fur coats per se, but you didn’t want to stand out as well. right now, even as you were seated, you can feel eyes staring and looking your way. it’s too risky when all their attention is on the both of you. not to mention you were both unfamiliar faces to the citizens on board.
lohen didn’t seemed to mind your plan of changing outfits and just shrugged as he rested his head on his seat. he chuckled a bit, making you look at him.
“soo.. what should we talk about then?”
“didn’t know you liked talking so much.”
“i don’t.” he replied way too fast than he would’ve liked, but the smile on his face never left as he looked at you.
you rolled your eyes at him and laughed lightly. “we can talk when we get there.”
“c’mon.” lohen flashed you that infuriatingly easy smile. “don’t you wanna know more about me?”
the words struck you harder than they should have.
wasn’t that the whole point?
you were supposed to be doing everything—anything—to learn more about the man sitting beside you. that was your job. your specialty.
yet somehow, you kept stalling.
every possible opportunity slipped through your fingers, not because you couldn’t take it, but because, for reasons you couldn’t understand, asking lohen questions no longer felt like gathering intel. it felt personal.
which was crazy to think about because you haven’t really had much time with him yet. scared of this newfound dilemma, you decided to give in and ask him a few things.
“what did you mean when you said ‘you have no idea’?”
“i’d prefer you don’t know.”
“let’s stop talking.”
he laughed at your sudden defeat when he didn’t want to answer. lohen figured it wasn’t the time to tell you. at the end of day, you were still a fatui harbinger—loyal to the tsaritsa.
you were greeted by lovely people working at the hotel debord. everyone was welcoming, maybe a tad bit more than required, but nonetheless sweet.
“enjoy your stay, lovely couple! ring us up if you need us!”
you didn’t really have time to reject the receptionist’s thought about the two of you being a couple. you said your gratitude and turned to where the elevator was.
lohen followed a step behind as you unlocked the door to your room.
the moment it swung open, you froze.
a bottle of champagne rested in a silver bucket filled with ice. rose petals were scattered neatly across the bed, and the curtains had been drawn, leaving the room bathed in the warm glow of lamplight.
you slowly blinked. then mentally buried your face in your hands.
…so this was how hotel debord welcomed couples.
behind you, lohen remained suspiciously quiet.
you didn’t have to look to know there was a grin spreading across his face.
“this,” he finally said, his voice laced with amusement, “is going to make the mission a lot more interesting.”
you let out a long, defeated sigh. you were going to have a word with whoever handled the reservations.
“mind telling me the plan now?”
“we’ll pretend to be business partners.”
“business partners seems a little suspicious. we’ll have to mingle with people, what’re we gonna tell them about our business?”
“you have a better idea?”
“let’s pretend to be a couple.”
your head quickly turned to him as you were doing your hair in the dresser. you found him putting on a suit that accentuated his features and body. only to find him looking at you.
“why a couple?”
“well, if the word goes around, we’re known as business partners, and hotel debord finds out.. who books a single room—with flower petals on the bed, might i add—with their business partner? they’ll think we’re hiding something.”
and so it begins.
the grand ballroom of the palais mermonia glittered beneath towering crystal chandeliers, every polished floor reflecting the swirl of gowns and tailored suits. laughter drifted through the room alongside the soft melody of a string quartet.
lohen’s hand rested comfortably against the small of your back as the two of you weaved through fontaine’s nobility, smiling as though you belonged there.
“you make a lovely couple.”
the woman who approached you spoke with a warm smile, champagne glass poised delicately between her fingers.
you returned the smile without hesitation.
“thank you.”
“so,” a man chimed in, clearly intrigued, “how did the two of you meet?”
before you could fabricate an answer, lohen beat you to it.
“i annoyed them.”
you looked at him.
“…that’s the best you can do?”
“it worked, didn’t it?” he replied with an innocent shrug.
the guests laughed.
you rolled your eyes before looping your arm through his.
“it took him months to convince me to go out with him.”
lohen placed a hand dramatically over his heart.
“you kissed me the first date though.”
“that’s not what they’re asking.”
laughter emerged from them at your bickering.
to anyone watching, the two of you looked impossibly natural—playful glances, effortless smiles, the occasional brush of hands.
exactly what the mission required.
when another conversation began pulling lohen’s attention away, you took your chance.
“excuse me,” you said sweetly. “i’ll be back in a moment.”
no one questioned you. least of all lohen.
he merely gave the smallest nod—the silent confirmation that everything was proceeding according to plan.
instead of turning toward the ladies’ room, you slipped into a quiet corridor, your footsteps muffled by thick carpets until the music became little more than a distant echo.
the office door yielded with little resistance.
inside, moonlight spilled through tall windows onto towering bookshelves overflowing with reports, correspondence, and legal records. a massive oak desk dominated the room, every drawer meticulously organized.
you shut the door behind you.
then began searching.
your fingers moved quickly, opening folders, scanning names, memorizing anything related to fontaine’s archon.
nothing.
nothing.
still nothing.
you reached for another stack. a single folder slid loose from the pile.
your breath caught.
[ LOHEN ]
then name stared back at you in bold black ink.
for a moment, the room seemed to fall silent.
impossible.
back in zapolyarny palace, the harbingers’ archives had contained nothing about him. not a report. not a single page. you had searched twice just to make sure.
yet here—in fontaine, someone had an entire dossier.
your heartbeat thundered in your ears as you carefully opened the file.
the first page was clinical.
recommendation: subject should not be assigned long-term interpersonal attachments due to elevated risk factors.
you frowned.
the following reports contradicted nearly everything whispered about harbinger lohen.
mission after mission described deviations from direct orders.
during operations, the subject repeatedly prioritized civilian safety over mission efficiency.
the subject was observed providing food and medical supplies to targeted settlements after fatui withdrawal.
witnesses reported the subject escorting children and elderly civilians away from combat zones before engaging hostile forces.
one report detailed an entire village that should have been left to starve under economic sanctions. instead.. someone had anonymously delivered crates of food, blankets, and medicine.
the handwriting beneath the report was sharp.
confirmed responsible party: lohen.
another page.
then another.
the pattern repeated.
every time bloodshed could be avoided? he avoided it.
every time innocent lives could be spared? he spared them.
your grip on the folder tightened. this wasn’t the monster the fatui described. it wasn’t even close!
then your eyes landed on another document.
disciplinary action
presiding officer: il dottore.
subject found guilty of repeated insubordination due to unauthorized humanitarian intervention during classified operations.
corrective measures authorized.
the report didn’t describe the punishment. it didn’t need to.
the photographs attached beneath it did.
dark bruises.
blood staining the back of a torn shirt.
medical records documenting fractures that had somehow healed long ago.
you stared at the pages, unable to look away.
lohen had never spoken about any of this.
never complained. never asked for sympathy.
he smiled. he laughed. he pulled harmless pranks around headquarters as though he’d never suffered a day in his life.
the folder suddenly felt far heavier than paper ever should.
you couldn’t look at another page. you’ve seen more than enough. you knew what you wanted to know.
your fingers lingered on the edge of the folder for only a moment before you quietly closed it, your reflection briefly staring back at you from the polished desk.
the room suddenly felt suffocating.
every report. every photograph. every line written in cold, clinical handwriting.
you carefully slid the dossier back onto the shelf exactly where you had found it, making sure nothing looked disturbed.
the ballroom hadn’t changed. music still drifted beneath glittering chandeliers.
guests laughed as they danced across the marble floor, oblivious to the weight now pressing against your chest.
you eyes instinctively searched the crowd. lohen. where was he? your heartbeat quickened. where did he go?
you made another lap around the ballroom, trying not to look frantic. nothing.
“…excuse me.”
“…pardon.”
your pace quickened. for the first time since the mission began, panic seeped into your carefully maintained composure.
then—a gentle hand wrapped around your elbow.
you froze.
“there you are.”
his voice. you slowly turned.
lohen stood beside you, dressed as impeccably as before, one hand still lightly holding your arm to keep you from wandering farther into the crowd.
his expression softened. “were you looking for me?”
you simply stared.
he tilted his head ever so slightly. his eyes searched yours, waiting.
well? mission accomplished? did you find something?
the code words sat on the tip of his tongue.
“i want to go home.”
his smile faded. “already?”
you nodded once. “i want to go home.”
he could tell something was wrong.
your eyes refused to meet his. your breathing was shallow. you looked… shaken.
“did something happen?” he asked quietly.
you shook your head. “no.”
“liar.”
the word wasn’t accusing, it was concerned.
he stepped a little closer, lowering his voice so only you could hear.
“did you find the hydro archon’s records?”
your chest tightened. the photographs flashed through your mind.
bruises. bandages. medical reports. corrective measures authorized.
you flinched and lohen caught it.
“…hey.”
without another word, you turned on your heel.
the ballroom suddenly felt too bright. too loud.
you pushed past elegantly dressed guests, ignored the puzzled greetings directed your way, and hurried through the palace doors into the cool night.
the air hit your face, but it did nothing to clear your thoughts.
behind you were footsteps—quick, steady. he wasn’t chasing you. he was following.
“lohen..” you whispered to yourself, almost as though saying his name might somehow steady your racing heart.
it didn’t.
the footsteps grew closer. then stopped.
a hand gently caught yours before you could walk any farther.
you turned beneath the pale moonlight.
his grip wasn’t forceful, it never was. he searched your face in silence, his brows knit together in quiet concern.
“what happened in there?”
you looked at him.
at the man who smiled too easily, who laughed too loudly.
the man everyone insisted was heartless. the man whose file told an entirely different story.
your vision blurred.
“why didn’t you tell me?” the question escaped before you could stop it.
lohen blinked. “tell you what?”
silence. the realization struck him almost instantly.
his expression changed. not into fear. not into anger. but resignation. as though he already knew exactly what you had found.
lohen didn’t answer. at least not immediately.
the moon hung low above fontaine, its pale light spilling across the empty streets between the palais mermonia and hotel debord. the distant music from the ball barely reached the two of you now, replaced by the gentle rush of the sea against the harbor, and the sudden droplets of rain touching your skin.
he simply looked at you, studied you. “you found something.”
it wasn’t a question.
you swallowed.
“i…” the words refused to come.
how were you supposed to ask him?
why did dottore torture you?
why were there reports of you helping civilians?
why did the archives have nothing on you?
none of them felt right.
none of them were your questions to ask.
“you found something,” lohen repeated, softer this time. “guessing it wasn’t the hydro archon’s?”
you lowered your gaze. “no.”
silence settled between you. lohen let out a slow breath, rubbing the back of his neck before looking toward the water instead of at you.
“i knew this mission would be troublesome.”
you frowned. “what does that mean?”
he smiled, not his usual mischievous grin. a tired one.
“it means fontaine keeps records it shouldn’t.”
the answer only frustrated you more.
“you always do that.”
“hm?”
“you answer without answering.”
his smile faltered. for the first time since you’d met him, lohen looked uncertain. as though he genuinely didn’t know what to say.
“i’ve spent weeks trying to figure you out,” you admitted, your voice quieter than intended. “i searched the archives back home.”
that made his head turn. “the archives?”
“there was nothing.”
he stared.
“not a single report. not even your name.”
his expression became unreadable.
“but tonight…” you hesitated, your heartbeat quickening. “there was an entire dossier.”
lohen closed his eyes. “i see.”
“you knew?”
“i had a feeling.”
“you knew there were files about you?”
“no.” he shook his head. “i knew someone would eventually find out.”
“that’s all you have to say?”
“are you happy?”
the answer irritated you.
“what?”
“are you happy?” he repeated. “isn’t that what you wanted? to find out more?”
you took a step closer.
“i saw what dottore did to you.”
his shoulders stiffened.
“i saw the reports.”
he didn’t move.
“i saw the photographs.”
your hand found the collar of his shirt before you could think twice and gently tugged him toward you.
lohen stumbled half a step, his mesmerizing eyes finally meeting yours. the distance between you disappeared in an instant.
your faces were only inches apart now, close enough to feel the warmth of each other’s breath.
“you think i like that shit?”
it made your chest ache. no matter how cold everyone believed you to be, what they had done to him was—and would never be—right.
you had failed to see it. or perhaps you had simply chosen not to.
for someone entrusted with uncovering the truth, you had been blinded by the very light the tsaritsa cast upon the fatui, accepting everything at face value without ever questioning what lay beneath.
it made you feel foolish.
you prided yourself on knowing what others didn’t, on seeing through lies and half-truths.
yet when it came to lohen… you hadn’t even thought to look.
you should’ve asked more, looked closer, questioned everything. instead, you believed the version of him everyone else had written.
“everyone said you enjoyed killing people.”
your voice cracked.
“i never said that.”
“you never corrected them either.”
lohen laughed. it was humorless. “when would i have had the chance?”
“you could’ve told me.” you replied, though you wish you hadn’t said it.
“i barely knew you.” he stared right at you. “if i’d told you the first time we met…” he continued, “…would you have believed me?”
you opened your mouth, but nothing came out. because you knew he was right. you would’ve assumed it was another one of his jokes.
your fingers slowly loosened around the collar of his shirt before letting go.
“you’ve spent your whole life gathering information,” lohen said. “so tell me… when was the last time a file told the whole truth about someone?”
the question lingered. you thought about every dossier you’d ever read. every target. every report. every carefully summarized life reduced to a few sheets of paper.
none of them had ever captured a person completely.
“i-i don’t know,” you whispered.
he nodded. “exactly.”
the silence that followed felt strangely gentle. for the first time that night, neither of you spoke. neither of you needed to.
you looked at the man standing before you—not as harbinger lohen, not as the troublemaker who drove headquarters insane, not as the name printed across a confidential dossier.
just him—lohen.
the one who held doors open for strangers. the one who quietly offered you his hand when boarding a ship. the one who smiled through pain no one else seemed to notice.
“does it still hurt?” the question slipped out before you could stop it.
lohen blinked. “what?”
“the.. uhh- punishment.”
his eyes widened almost imperceptibly. then he looked away.
“not anymore.”
you knew he was lying. you knew there were wounds that never truly healed.
you stepped closer until only a small space remained between the two of you. and without thinking, you reached for his hand.
he looked down as your fingers intertwined with his. his hand was still cold. just as it had been when he helped you onto the ship.
this time, you were the one holding on. lohen’s thumb brushed absentmindedly across your knuckles.
“you shouldn’t have seen it,” he murmured.
“would you do it again? even after knowing what would happen afterward?”
a faint smile tugged at his lips. “yeah..”
“i didn’t want you to find it.”
“why?”
“because i liked the way you looked at me before.”
“i’m not looking at you any differently,” you whispered.
“you should.”
“why?”
“you could be in trouble.”
“i already knew that.”
silence stretched between you. lohen searched your face, almost as if he were waiting for the disappointment to appear. it didn’t.
“you don’t have to pretend with me anymore.”
his eyes softened. “that’s exactly what i’m afraid of.”
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a/n: HELLOWW EVERYONE! sorry for not posting as much lately! yk the drill 😭 uni tingzZz! here’s a long lohen fic i spent a whole month writing LMAO thank you ! i hope you liked it!
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( ✱ ✱ ) 𝓖enshin 𝓘mpact ( last updated: june 14, 2026)
according to the news.. ✿ lohen x gn!reader (2 parts)
⤷ synopsis: an interview with the vice captain of the knights of favonius fifth company and the grandmaster’s knight in training, as they got tangled up in a mess one drunken night.
𐐪𐑂 warnings: not proofread. mentions of a creepy guy making moves on reader. possible ooc.
isn’t that your ex? ✿ wanderer x gn!reader (3 parts)
⤷ synopsis: exes seeing each other after 3 years at a friend’s birthday party.
𐐪𐑂 warnings: not proofread. angst with no fluff. mentions of alcohol intake. jealousy. bittersweet. exes to ???
seven minutes in heaven.. ✿ beidou x fem!reader / arlecchino x fem!reader (separate)
⤷ synopsis: title speaks for itself mwehehe
𐐪𐑂 warnings: not proofread. contains suggestive themes (making out, implied sex). mentions of alcohol intake. beidou and arlecchino are flirty w you. reader in arlecchino’s part is a playgirl lolz. crazy tension. incredibly intimate.
no strings attached.. ✿ (co-worker) lohen x fem!reader (3 parts)
⤷ synopsis: you both agreed to a ‘no strings attached’ relationship, but what happens when you start falling in love with him?
𐐪𐑂 warnings: not proofread. fuck buddy lohen. possible ooc. contains suggestive themes (sex talk, implied sex, making out). co-worker!au. fuck buddies to ???.
"when i showed weakness i was less of a man than him" and "i said something deep and personal that i thought would get her off my back" and ribbit putting their bow on jax and then saying "your secret is safe with me" while jax is happy and blushy looking at the bow and the montage of jax scenes with isn't she lovely playing in the background WE WONNNNNNN WE SO FUCKING WON
no strings attached.. ✿ (co-worker) lohen x fem!reader
㌗ ────⠀synopsis: you both agreed to a ‘no strings attached’ relationship, but what happens when you start falling in love with him?
part 1 • part 2 • part 3 • part 4 • part 5
not proofread. fuck buddy lohen. possible ooc. contains suggestive themes (sex talk, implied sex, making out). co-worker!au. fuck buddies to ???.
﴾ 읽다 . 𝐿 ﴿
: see you tonight
busy : (name)
: come on, bun :(
: we haven’t seen each other in weeks
you’ll survive : (name)
: just a kiss?
you’re funny : (name)
﴾ 읽다 . 𝐿 ﴿
: why’d you thank liam for?
he said he got me flowers : (name)
: that idiot! those are from me!
not my fault you only wrote your initial : (name)
why did you even get me these? : (name)
: i missed you
thanks : (name)
: ☺️
﴾ 읽다 . 𝐿 ﴿
: let’s talk
is that a typo for ‘fuck’? : (name)
: no
what’s it about? : (name)
: us
what about us? : (name)
: if i told you let’s stop this
: what would you say?
okay : (name)
: ouch :(
: that easy?
why? want me to beg? : (name)
: ahaha i’ve already seen that side of you
: in bed
fuck you : (name)
just get to the point : (name)
: it’s nothing hehe
﴾ 읽다 . 𝐿 ﴿
: let’s eat outside
: i’ll eat you out after
im busy : (name)
: alright
: you’re always busy anyway
you’re acting so clingy these days : (name)
what’s up with that : (name)
seen
﴾ 읽다 . 𝐿 ﴿
down for tonight? : (name)
: always down for you, pretty
hurry : (name)
: i’ll be there in 5
: i’ll pick you up
: my place
i need you now, lo : (name)
: car fun, then
he arrived at your house at 9:55 PM.
your phone buzzed.
“i’m here,” lohen said the moment you answered.
“i’ll be down.”
the call ended as quickly as it began.
what you didn’t know was that lohen lingered with his phone still in hand, staring at the dark screen.
he wanted more from whatever this was. he just had no idea how to ask.
lohen wasn’t the type to chase relationships.
in his eyes, dating meant giving up pieces of himself—his time, his independence, his freedom. he hated the idea of being confined by expectations, so he avoided commitment whenever he could.
ironically, the closer he grew to you, the less certain he became of that belief.
for lohen, it had always been easier to just fuck and forget.
meet someone. keep them at arm’s length. walk away before either of them had the chance to become attached. then repeat.
it wasn’t something he was particularly proud of, but it gave him exactly what he valued most: freedom and control.
he always insisted on rules—no expectations, no promises, no lingering feelings. he claimed they were there to protect both sides. in truth, they existed to protect himself.
but with you, something shifted.
for a man who had spent his whole life wanting less, you made him want more.
he caught himself lingering after your conversations, searching for excuses to see you again, wondering what it would be like if you stayed.
he wanted more of your time. more quiet evenings. more lazy mornings where neither of you had to rush out the door.
he wanted your laughter echoing through his house, your hand finding his without thinking, your familiar perfume lingering on his jacket long after you’d gone home.
he wanted every smile, every glance, every absentminded habit that you make.
it was ridiculous.
and perhaps that frightened him more than anything else. he didn’t know what to do with himself anymore.
every thought in his head vanished the instant you came into view.
you walked toward his parked car wearing nothing more than a hoodie and a sleepy expression, the evening breeze catching loose strands of your hair.
he exhaled sharply, “fuck.”
the word slipped out before he could stop it.
he had faced danger without blinking, navigated impossible situations with ease, and yet the sight of you approaching him left him inexplicably nervous.
he unlocked the passenger door with s press of a button. without a word, you slipped into the seat beside him, pulling it shut with a soft click.
neither of you said anything.
you could feel he was nervous (he wished you didn’t) and you didn’t know why. usually, when lohen says ‘car fun’ he usually means sit back, relax, and enjoy his tongue traveling around your body. sometimes, it was the other way around.
but tonight was different.
you reached for his hand that was resting on the steering wheel, your fingers brushing gently against his until he looked over. it was enough to catch his attention.
you didn’t say a word, hoping he’d understand how he didn’t have to be nervous—especially not when you’ve done it multiple times.
lohen knew exactly what you were doing.
your hand over his was an attempt to steady him. he swallowed hard, his gaze lingering on your fingers before he looked away.
then, after a long pause, he exhaled and spoke so softly you almost missed it. “backseat”
his request hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions.
“not until you tell me what’s you’re thinking.” is what you would’ve said, if not for the fact that you two were supposed to be just fucking. he didn’t like it when questions like that are being asked. if you did, he’ll only remind you of the rules.
so you kept your mouth shut and did as you were told. your heart was beating loud as you opened the backseat door, sat quietly, then waited for him to do the same.
as soon as he settled beside you, you decided to close the distance yourself.
your fingers found the collar of his shirt, gently curling into the fabric as you drew him toward you. he offered no resistance, allowing you to guide him until he was facing you completely.
his eyes weren’t the familiar, hungry ones you’d grown used to. but tonight, they were softer. more vulnerable.
you searched his face in silence, your gaze asking the question your lips couldn’t: are you sure you want this?
he met your eyes without wavering, and something in his expression answered for him, ‘yes’. it was not with urgency or impatience, but with certainty.
that night was unlike any you had shared with him before.
the usual teasing and restless energy was gone, replaced by a tenderness that neither of you acknowledged aloud. every touch was careful, every embrace lingering just a second longer than expected.
there was no mischief in his eyes that night, no challenge daring you to keep up.
only warmth. only softness. it almost felt like a honeymoon.
you realized then that while you’d grown fond of his playful charm, it was this side of him that you cherished most—the one that appeared only when his walls slipped for just a moment.
and before he could stop himself fully, he muttered the words you’ve been wanting to hear from him.
“i love you, (name)..”
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a/n: i live for soft lohen 😣 aaaaa i love him
tag list: @bl3bs @bajiboobs @9point5anon @brieflyfastserpent @xmmilaeon @jiaennie
no strings attached.. ✿ (co-worker) lohen x fem!reader
㌗ ────⠀synopsis: you both agreed to a ‘no strings attached’ relationship, but what happens when you start falling in love with him?
part 1 • part 2 • part 3 • part 4 • part 5
not proofread. fuck buddy lohen. possible ooc. contains suggestive themes (sex talk, implied sex, making out). co-worker!au. fuck buddies to ???.
﴾ 읽다 . 𝐿 ﴿
: hey
: about last night
we don’t have to talk about it : (name)
if you don’t want to : (name)
: what?
i mean we were pretty worked up : (name)
maybe we got carried away last night : (name)
: no
wdym no? : (name)
: i meant it
: i meant what i said
﴾ 읽다 . 𝐿 ﴿
: i miss you, pretty
pretty sure jenny misses you too : (name)
: still jealous of her?
im not jealous : (name)
: i’ve heard better lies, bun
whatever : (name)
: i’ll cut her off if you want
: just say the word, (name)
seen
﴾ 읽다 . 𝐿 ﴿
: liam sure is testing my patience
huh? he’s with me : (name)
: don’t need to remind me, bun
he asked me out for dinner : (name)
: cancel
i already agreed : (name)
: tell him we have plans
they don’t know about us, lo : (name)
: fuck that, (name). i want them to know
what’s OUR plan later anyway? : (name)
: i think you already know
﴾ 읽다 . 𝐿 ﴿
LOHEN : (name)
: yes, pretty?
YOU LEFT A HICKEY ON MY NECK : (name)
: don’t cover it
it’s too many, lo 🫠 : (name)
: want them to see it, bun :(
im not going to work today : (name)
: want me to cover your thighs as well?
as if you haven’t already done that : (name)
﴾ 읽다 . 𝐿 ﴿
: oh? what’s this?
what’s wrong? : (name)
: jenny told me you two are close
we don’t even talk : (name)
: said she talked to you on your employment dinner
that was one time : (name)
and she warned me about you lol : (name)
: really? what did she say?
she told me you liked to fuck around : (name)
: false, obviously.
liar : (name)
: and yet you agreed to be fuck buddies
👍 : (name)
﴾ 읽다 . 𝐿 ﴿
: i’ll take you out to lunch
they’ll see us together : (name)
: i don’t care about that anymore, (name)
: i told you, didn’t i?
: i meant what i said that night
ever since his confession, something in lohen had changed.
the sharp edges he’d always carried soften whenever he was with you. his words were gentler, his touches more deliberate, and the silent moments between you no longer felt like something he was trying to escape.
still, a part of you struggled to believe him. the words had come so unexpectedly that they felt almost unreal, like something borrowed from a dream rather than spoken by lohen himself.
you told yourself he must have been mistaken, teasing, or simply swept away by the emotions of the night.
you tried to convince yourself that you’d imagined his confession.
but then you watched the way he looked at you. there was no hint of teasing in his eyes, no practiced indifference.
sometimes you caught him studying you in silence, his expression unreadable except for the warmth hidden beneath it.
like you were something he’d spent his whole life searching for. like the very thought of losing you was enough to make him hold on a little tighter.
it happened so gradually that you barely noticed. lohen started dropping by after work, then on weekends, then on random afternoons with your favorite drink or food (most of the time both) in hand and no particular reason for visiting.
he wasn’t there for a good fuck, he was there because of you.
you’d spend hours sprawled across the couch watching his favorite horror and action movies, laughing at scenes that weren’t meant to be funny. he’d hover beside you while you cooked, insisting on helping despite making more of a mess than necessary, and somehow the cleanup always turned into another conversation that stretched late into the night.
you were both still having sex, though. and more often than not, you were the one who reached for him first.
yet lohen never made you feel awkward or ashamed for wanting to be close. if anything, he’d smile to himself and meet your affection with the same warmth every time.
“why did you say it?”
“what?”
“why’d you tell me you love me?”
you lay tangled in the sheets, both of you only half-dressed as lohen held you close, one arm wrapped securely around your waist. he was silently looking for the right words to answer your question.
“the thought of anyone else other than me claiming you as theirs.. i don’t like it. i don’t know if you know, but every guy at work wants to have you.”
you couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh at the look on his face. his brows had drawn together ever so slightly, as if the very thought of your question irritated him.
the sound earned you a puzzled glance.
“what?” he muttered.
you only smiled wider, brushing a thumb across his arm. “nothing.”
“a lot of girls want you too, lohen.” you rolled your eyes teasingly at him.
“i don’t want them, (name),” he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent that he loved. “i only want you.”
“do you love me, (name)?” he asked, his voice muffled.
“i do.”
“yeah?”
a moan escaped your lips when softly bit the side of your neck, his touch gentle enough to send a shiver down your spine, followed by his warm tongue licking the area he just bit.
“mhm..” you responded as best as you can, because he was making it hard to concentrate on anything other than himself.
“say it, bun. please? say it.”
he caressed your every part of you he could hold, then his hands finally rested on your breasts, kneading it like it’s his personal stress ball. his wet mouth left your neck and found their way to your needy nipples.
you moaned even louder at the contact of his tongue on your breast.
“say it please? for me?”
he wanted to hear you, begged for you to let him know you love him too.
“i-i love you, lohen. a-ahh~ i’ve been loving you ever since..”
you felt him smile as he continuously lapped at your nipple, his hand teasing the other.
“fuck, such a good girl.. i’ll make you mine tonight, (name). make you cum so hard (again) you’ll only ever think about me.”
and one thing about lohen was that he was true to his words.
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a/n: h-how are we feeling chat… ps. i don’t think i’ll leave the story here but if you think abt it, it’s a nice way to end.. HAHAHA but like i yearn for depth so you wouldn’t be seeing the last of me writing for this series (YET)
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( ✱ ✱ ) 𝓖enshin 𝓘mpact ( last updated: june 14, 2026)
according to the news.. ✿ lohen x gn!reader (2 parts)
⤷ synopsis: an interview with the vice captain of the knights of favonius fifth company and the grandmaster’s knight in training, as they got tangled up in a mess one drunken night.
𐐪𐑂 warnings: not proofread. mentions of a creepy guy making moves on reader. possible ooc.
isn’t that your ex? ✿ wanderer x gn!reader (3 parts)
⤷ synopsis: exes seeing each other after 3 years at a friend’s birthday party.
𐐪𐑂 warnings: not proofread. angst with no fluff. mentions of alcohol intake. jealousy. bittersweet. exes to ???
seven minutes in heaven.. ✿ beidou x fem!reader / arlecchino x fem!reader (separate)
⤷ synopsis: title speaks for itself mwehehe
𐐪𐑂 warnings: not proofread. contains suggestive themes (making out, implied sex). mentions of alcohol intake. beidou and arlecchino are flirty w you. reader in arlecchino’s part is a playgirl lolz. crazy tension. incredibly intimate.
no strings attached.. ✿ (co-worker) lohen x fem!reader (3 parts)
⤷ synopsis: you both agreed to a ‘no strings attached’ relationship, but what happens when you start falling in love with him?
𐐪𐑂 warnings: not proofread. fuck buddy lohen. possible ooc. contains suggestive themes (sex talk, implied sex, making out). co-worker!au. fuck buddies to ???.
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