hi i might have binged through an entire lohen x reader tag cuz im so lohen-pilled and every lohen x reader is so fun and either comedic or horrifying and i love it
imagine secretly being a vampire disguised as a normal mondstadt citizen and getting caught by lohen only for him to be like "bite me insteaaad MEEE BITE MEEEEE"
maso lohen 🔛🔝
Someone more insane than him might actually exist.
Lohen knows it, senses it, and believes it. No, no one’s been killed, but it’s been a few unusual years of missing villagers by night, somehow returning by day without memories of what happened previously. It was straight up horrific for them.
At first, people said that the attacks on the city must have triggered a disease of sleepwalking. Some say someone just keeps failing to abduct people, and over time, it was treated as something normal that just happens. Lohen doesn’t think so.
It’s all too chaotic and strange: people missing. No memories. He has no way to check if they are even people—what if they were simply walking corpses? Or worse, undead monsters wearing the skin of humanity? While that sounds exhilarating in theory, he can’t exactly attack the normal people he swore to protect. Quite the cage he trapped himself in, really, quite bothersome too, now that there’s less and less strong people out there to challenge. His conundrum of the century.
But this…this possibility that a being can do such feats…
That’s not something he’d just let pass! Thus began his hunt for this mysterious person—or entity— that is the source of this. He started with observing the locals affected.
Which, of course, proved to be a very, very threatening situation for you, the entity, or vampire, in question. You didn’t think much of it anyway—in fact, you prided yourself in being different from your relatives in being somewhat mindful of humans! At least you didn’t kill them.
“Vice captain! What brings you here, today? Any flowers to your liking?” The little girl’s voice rang out as he approached her, trying his best to give a kind smile. “What do you recommend?” Her eyes lit up as her hands clapped once in interest, “You have a special someone, mister?!” His head tilted in confusion and intrigue…well, she’s reacting normally. “Someone to lure out, yes.” Flora’s expression faltered to that of confusion for a second before shaking it off. What weird phrasing. She figured he was weird, anyway, as she recommended and sold him the reddest windwheel aster she could.
When you overheard this through your enhanced hearing, you assumed the same thing. Still, the way he said it seemed too probing, and you ended up trying not to feed for about a month.
Lohen found that assuring and too enticing. It means there is something that causes it, and that something —maybe someone— feels fear. He couldn’t help but grin at the thought, and his menacing laugh earned him great stares from the people around him by the Good Hunter. People like you, unbeknownst to him.
Next, he stood by the blacksmith’s for a few hours, chatting up the mighty Wagner. If the suspect in question feels fear but is somehow strong enough to get away with all of their actions thus far, then they must, must, have a weapon. That’s what Lohen convinced himself.
“Any unusual customers thus far?” He began probing, acting like the usual worrywart knight. Wagner thought for a moment before answering, after all, he’d heard of the knight having had the nerve to poison the grandmaster himself. Why he remains unscathed and still employed was a mystery. “Not quite! Well, there was a time where someone brought over 200 pieces of iron to make..” yeah, Lohen was not hearing all of that. Sounds like a hassle, but Wagner seems normal enough. Boring. Time to do what the blacksmiths do best, strike while the iron is hot. “I see, I see..I did come here for..a commission, if you will. I want you to make a new weapon for me.” Wagner huffed out a breath as he set aside his hammer, nodding as nonchalantly as ever. “Let’s see..how about a weapon designed to kill even with just the slightest cut? Something that I can innovate better, or something easy to stab with? I’m thinking…long, sharp, but round.” Wagner, personally, found it real odd.
Meanwhile, you stood just by the adventurer’s guild in front of Katheryne, parasol in your hand and basically shaking in your boots. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck—
“Just kidding!” Lohen smiled, slapping the blacksmith’s back. “Ah..ahahaha, quite funny, Lohen. Anything else, then?” Wagner replied with a forced laugh, not wanting to offend the young lad. Lohen didn’t mind, really, even as he senses the judgment.
Because he’s pretty sure he had it figured out at that point.
Much to your dismay and current nightmare, Lohen sits in front of you at the most secluded table in Angel’s share, elbow propped atop the table with his chin on his palm, observing you like a hawk.
You’re scared shitless. He caught you off guard, catching you right before you tried to leave the place because you saw him coming through the window. “Quite a shame you’re leaving so early! You sure you can’t stay for another..hour or so?” Flashing his smile, getting the others sitting by the side to push you into entertaining the knight for a little while (you’ve decided to make them your next target, if you survived today, for having you take the fall of Lohen’s weird habit of being eerily creepy.)
“Say, if I told you I know what you are, is there a chance you’d just confess?” He was the one to break the ice, voice laced with a daring tone. “W..what would happen, then..?” You realize after a second you basically just revealed yourself. In your defense, he’s a scary guy. You’re humane enough to choose to be impaled by one person rather than burned at the stake in front of the people who viewed you normally.
He sighed in disappointment after a while, looking to the side. “Well that’s not very fun. Why admit so easily?” He looked like those rabbits that didn’t get the food they wanted and slapped everything away. What a sadist— was he expecting some sort of chase? “..I’m not dumb.” He rolled his eyes at that, tutting as he leaned back and looked at you with disdain. “Tell me what you are, and I’ll reward you in my specialty.”
“..I come from a generation of vampires.” His gaze shot up, doubt creeping up til it’s shown on his expression. Those were legends. Not quite a realistic one, as well, in his opinion. “Vampires suck and kill for blood, not memories. Why not kill instead of leaving a trace?” How vampire-phobic. “Because I’m humane enough?” Irritating. He was irritating. That’s the perfect word for what you feel right now, despite feeling boundless fear just a few minutes ago before he opened his mouth.
“So you do still suck blood?” Puzzling question. Still, you nod slowly as you looked at him curiously. And since he kept doubting your vampire-ness, you even showed him your fangs. “I promise you I’ve never killed anyone..” “Let’s hear that defense when we’re actually secluded, hm?” He responds with a slight shake to his usual smile as he stood up and loomed over your form, hand on your shoulder as he gestured for you to stand up and follow him as well.
For once, you thought to yourself:
Maybe it wouldn’t be bad to try and kill him.
He walked in seemingly deep thought and only glanced back once in a while as he led you to a very secluded place outside the city walls, smirking as he asked, “anything else you can inflict your victim with? Let’s see…special, one-of-a-kind poison? Paralysis? Paranoia, anxiety, mind-control?” He bombarded you with these questions with a rather manic pace as he smiled.
Stepping back a bit, your previous couragious thought was scrapped all too well. “S..sorry?” It was terrifying. He was terrifying. The way he spoke, the way he followed your steps and advanced himself, slowly leaning and leaning as you couldn’t bring yourself to take your gaze away…how everything darkened because of his own shadow cast over your form.
He hummed, gaze unshifting even as he tilted his head. “You’re pretty powerful, aren’t ya? Why so scared?” Leaning close, he grinned. “Say, how about we strike a deal? I can let you live your life, you know? Truth be told I could just hang you in front of the city gates—or just your home.” There it is.
Alright. You can make a deal with a devil.
Trying your best to at least solidify your expression, you took a deep breath before looking at him—true form showing. “Great. I was just thinking I’d have no choice but to do this the hard way.” Feeling a bit more confident, you managed to put some distance between you, arms crossing. “Spit.”
He cackled, shaking his head. “Noo..no, no. It’s more like bite.” “Sorry?” “Bite me?”
He sounded way too casual and comfortable asking something so.. so..inherently weird. “You want me to…bite you?” Was he serious? If you weren't a superbeing, you'd have seriously doubted your hearing. “Yes? I’ve been wondering..I see fellow knights experience the same thing, but no, not me. Is it because I’m far too intimidating for you?” He hummed in slight displeasure as he started unbuttoning his intricate uniform, his vest fully off and his white shirt buttoned down just enough to show the skin of his neck.
"I'm not sure what you mean." You sighed out, swallowing as you stared at the newly revealed skin. "It means that you keep avoiding the one person that enjoys your kind of play." He whispered as he took your hand up to grasp—no, choke himself. You couldn't help but shudder at the feeling of his soft skin and the quick pulse that you sensed more than usual, breathing heavy at the sudden realization of your body that blood is just so close.
You take it back now, as you looked at him with a slight blush. If earlier, the request was inherently weird, now it was inherently sexual.
For the first time since he's been on your radar, the vice captain seemed delicious in more ways than one. But that's quite a dangerous thought, so you push it back.
He seemed to notice your wavering focus as he moved his unoccupied hand to your head, pushing it down enough for your nose to graze his neck. "What are you waiting for? Come on now..suck." His choice of words only darkened your cheeks in rouge that he picked up on way too quickly, only responding with a snicker and a nudge down.
Alright. You can do this. It's blood. It's blood. it's blood.
After muttering more reassurances to yourself, you finally bite.
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Regrettably, Lohen doesn't remember much of what went down last night. He only remembers the sunny part of his day, how he went to the tavern, and how he waited for someone.
Unfortunately for you, it's stuck to your mind.
Fortunately for him, however, he already had an idea.
After all, what kind of night could tattered memories with a person and a mark on his neck mean besides a clearly pleasurable one?
Hello....uhhh...my heart hurt so bad on losing on his banner that I physically could not even continue this or play the AQ bc like come on...:( but anyway, I'm so sorry for the delay of this and if it's not as good. Honestly, I've yet to try my hand in these kind of stories. Also, I always used to type on mobile and now I'm trying to type on a keyboard, so I thought what better way to practice than to write fics? hehehe, safe to say, I'll try my best to accomplish my asks!! Not thoroughly proofread, as always. Sorry if there are any mistakes.
I have a couple of requests for Lohen but I have decided to wait until his story and character is revealed (when the update comes) before actually writing simply bc I’ve started to feel I shouldn’t just write him with battle!battle!battle! in mind.
That said, there’s currently the vampire reader in my drafts ongoing…
Lohen who almost always ends up at your doorstep all battered and bruised after a fierce fight against the Wild Hunt, eyes gleaming with the excitement from his earlier fight as he asks you to take care of him once again. He really liked the way your eyes widened at the sight, how careful your hands handled his hand, how soft your voice got whenever you’d talk about how he should be more careful.
Lohen whose hands find their way around your waist as you clean up his wounds, sighing at his antics. “You’d let me hold you like this?” He murmured, mouth opening to nip at the cold of your skin, not enough to draw blood yet but enough for you to wince in pain.
Lohen who coaxes you into lying down with him, because he just can’t keep sitting down, it’s bad for his wounds, right? ignoring hushed protests as he yapped and yapped about how laughable his opponents were, trying to trap him by taking your shape. Of course he killed them immediately anyway, he knew better than those pests. They didn’t quite get your frightened form right— he’d know, of course. He’s seen it when he challenged forced you to a fight.
Lohen who lets his hands wander from your waist to your neck, caressing the area like you had a bruise. You didn’t, not yet. Maybe later he’ll add one. Leaning into your ear, he whispered, “You’d look good in red. Maybe I should buy you a new set?”
Lohen who laughs as you pushed him in a fit, embarrassed by the suggestion. Is he seriously implying you should sleep with him?! Sitting up, your sigh gets rudely interrupted by being pulled back down, lohen suddenly atop your form. Holding your hands above you, he leaned in, your lips almost touching as he spoke. “Come now, surely you’re no stranger to such thoughts?”
Lohen who finds it cute how you struggle to get your head straight. Surely you knew you two weren’t just friends? You’d be a fool to think the Vice Captain would show just anyone his wounds. He wanted to see you get used to the sight, maybe then you’d entertain his fantasies a bit more.
Lohen who’d thank you as he released you, standing up to leave with a smile on his face and a gleam in his eyes. Now not from excitement from the fight, but satisfaction.
Lohen who really loved to tease and rile you up, just to see the way you looked all flushed and breathy. Maybe next time, he’d bite.
Lohen x apprentice!reader:part two to this. Hopefully this is good😵 prolly not, but I tried my best I swear!! Not proofread bc I was making my storage room and an exp farm. Idk the word count:(( aaaaaa lohen come out already i wanna know more abt u
Somehow, after that..event, Lohen has gotten even more insufferable.
It’s bad enough that he’s seen you literally naked, fed him by hand, and slept with him beside you in flimsy clothing—somehow, he wants more! In fact, you’ve confronted Alice and Varka about his renewed interest of bothering your life.
“Uh..not quite my problem, missy.” He said as he laughed it off awkwardly, running away.
“Sounds to me like you need an Alice Special Treatment!” Like hell you’d risk angering the heavens for the sake of one man.
Needless to say, they did absolutely nothing and the maniac has continued to torture you by popping up at your door, sitting at your chair, sometimes even just outright laying down your bed. “When did you become part of this household?” “You mean how I got your key? Don’t worry about it, little mage. You adore me, anyway.” Oh, you could just rip his hair out.
It might be the first time you’ve ever wanted Alice’s experiment to be repeated. Unfortunately, you can’t exactly threaten the life of a skilled warrior and go against your own principles solely because he was annoying.
You really did just have to suck it up and adapt. Which shouldn’t be that hard. Except of course, it very much is.
Right now, Lohen found himself sitting right beside your work station, nudging every once in a while. He heard you murmur a while back, “Do you not have work to do?” but he chose to ignore it for the sake of not being kicked out. Instead, he observes.
You were busy practicing a type of magic you’d found fascinating. You’ve never had the chance to learn it until Alice gave you the key a few days ago—to try and make up for giving you the Vice Captain.
“In my defense, dear, I tried telling you it was him! You cut me off, so it’s your fault.” What a way to deflect the blame!
“Say…” Oh no, he’s speaking again. You sighed and turned your gaze toward him, setting your hands on the table. You probably needed a break, anyway. “What.” “Don’t be like that! I’m trying to offer myself as a test subject, here.”
“Excuse me?” Did you hear it right? Probably, given that he’s all smiles as he chewed gum (you don’t even know where he got it, really). “You’re trying something, yes? I’m a very willing torture— erm, test subject. No grudges.” He held his hand up, swearing as he grinned.
“Do you even know what I’m trying to do?” You sighed, clicking your tongue as you rested your chin on your palm, looking at him in distaste.
He’d be lying if he said that gaze of yours didn’t do anything near making his heart skip. Ah..I should focus. “Given who your mentor is, something probably bordering dangerous.” He tried shrugging it off in an attempt to conceal the slight shake in his voice. He’s excited. He’ll probably end up unable to function properly for at least 3 days.
You hummed in agreement. Can’t argue with that. “Still..you have duties as a Vice Captain, right? Actually, I’ve been meaning to ask you that. Are you sure you have time to be hanging around with me like this? Well, leeching.” His smile faltered a little before it went back to normal, “I’m quite free. Besides..” he leaned closer, “I’m yours, anyway.”
Shivering lightly, you pushed him by the chest. That does no good to the heart. Proximity is dangerous, treat it with care. “I believe we’ve already established you’re not a rabbit and you’re not my pet.” He rolled his eyes, murmuring softly to himself, “not what I meant.” before recovering to a better heard voice. “Does it not increase your chances? Of success?” “Again, you don’t even know—“ “Then say it already.” He sounded a bit exasperated now.
Now, you’re not as eccentric as your mentor nor the other Hexenzirkel members. But, you had to be, to some degree, to even be accepted as an apprentice. To be someone who challenged fate itself, someone who can promise change.
Thus, you’re no different in terms of desires. You’ve been trying different ways of magic, typically similar to your mentor, but less hazardous to people or were-people. And lately, you’ve been interested in Alchemy and Environmental Engineering. Which brings you to your current experiment: a device, life-form, or even simply a potion that can alter a space or land into a better version of itself. A direct opposition of the Withering found in the wilderness of Sumeru, something that creates improvement rather than help innovation. However, a device would be better. You’re not about to risk utilizing the art of khemia, nor do you want to go for something as simple as a potion.
Lohen’s eyes scanned you for a moment as a small pout almost reached his lips. “You’re taking too long to answer.” That seemed to snap you back to reality, as you looked at him once again. “I’m thinking of creating something that can be attached to humans. A device to improve the land they’re walking on.” You respond while in deep thought still, gears turning and turning to find the best possible way to make it happen.
“How..benevolent.” He hoped it was something like an explosive device. Well..experiments ought to still show unfortunate results. “As I’ve said, I don’t mind being used.” You hate how his voice seems to sound excited at the end of his sentence. “A flawed device is prone to explosion. You’d end up losing a limb.”
“Sounds fun.”
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“Lohen!” Your voice rang out and echoed in the silence of the forest, startling the animals that quietly gathered. This included the boar, which you currently have the appetite to fucking eat, that attacked the device that was strapped on Lohen’s ankle. Obviously, it exploded.
Your worried voice sounded so tantalizing to him. Better than he thought it would. He was fine—quick enough to use his spear in taking it off of him before it did any real damage to his ankle.
But you didn’t need to know that.
Panting from running as fast as you could, you cleared out the smoke coming from the device, eyes immediately trying to discern his current state.
Lohen looked somewhat pained (you’re not sure if it’s that or he’s actually excited), breathing sometimes coming out in quiet gasps (really, hopefully from pain). “How much does it hurt? Did the boar bite you in any way, as well?” Your questions were hurried but logical, as you tried to be. Kneeling beside him, your face contorted with nervous anticipation. You still couldn’t quite see the damage yet. Somehow, a piece of cloth is covering the ‘wound’.
“It’s not too bad..” he says after a while with a grunt, biting his lip. Then, he signaled you to come closer with his hands before it found yours, grasping. You let him entwine his hands with yours without thinking much of it. “What is it? Your pain tolerance should be high enough. Wait here, I’ll try and make a heal—“ “Little mage, listen.” He cut you off, resting his forehead with yours. Your eyes looked at him with quiet regret. This is exactly what you told him would happen.
Still, you waited for his words as he closed his eyes every now and then, seemingly collecting himself.
After around 10 minutes passed with you two being on the same position, it was starting to get suspicious. You didn’t yet have it in you to remove his hold on your hand as it could very much be something to ease the pain, but his choice of look was starting to feel strange. Did he have to rest his head on your forehead like that? Eventually, the proximity and physical contact got you as you felt heat rise from your neck and to your cheeks and ears, gulping. This is not what you should be feeling in this situation.
As you contemplated whether or not you should move and say something, a few minutes had passed once again. This time, Lohen’s composure fully broke. “Are you that worried for me, little mage?” “Obviously! Look, come on and get up—“ “hold me, then.” “You don’t sound pained at all?!”
You were nearing your wit’s end when his other hand, the one not holding yours, removed the cloth covering the ankle where the device was attached. Aside from the fabric itself being somewhat torn, he looked completely fine. Was he bluffing? You couldn’t be too sure yet, and you’d rather not risk accusing someone to be faking pain.
“..how did it not..?” Your confusion was adorable, he thought. “I do believe I avoided the actual explosion.” You nodded and gulped, relief flooding your senses before you tried standing up, only to feel his hand grip yours tightly. “A-ah, it does still hurt, you know?” He’s quite the terrible actor, given that his expression shows he very much wasn’t in pain. You grunt, “Does it now?” He nodded, trying his best to fake a frown despite the smile gnawing at his lips. You sighed deeply.
Whatever it is he’s trying to gain from this, he did still help you. So you suck it up once again, lifting his arm and letting it rest upon your shoulders as you helped him get up.
By the time you were back in your humble home, you’d have heard the endless tales of his battles. All you got from it was that he was reckless, really. Still, you sat him atop your bed as you collapsed beside him as well. He basically had you carry him, the way you had to drag his weight! He grinned, lying down as well. “Well? The pain?” Ah, right. “Subsided.” You hummed, “great. Thanks, you can leave.” His eyes widened slightly as he tried to wince. “O-ow..? Uh, not that much.” Oh, great. Suddenly it’s not bearable.
“And what will help?” Absolutely nothing, you surmise. There’s no cure for his insanity. “I think…” he began, thinking for a moment before your sight changed from the side of your bedroom into his something harder. Like a chest. Like, his chest. Why do you always somehow find yourself in this situation, you wonder?
“This, probably.” He continued as he sighed in relief, trying to keep his chuckle to himself as his hands wrapped yours around him. “It’s not a very effective way of healing, I’ll have you know.” You mumbled against him as you tried distancing. He snickered, “Really? Don’t lie to me, little mage. Last time I experienced this I turned back into a human.” Like hell that’s a legitimate solution! Before you could respond, he sat upright, sitting you on his lap as well as he inhaled your scent. His arms wrapped you, making himself comfortable as he sat back. His subordinates can rest for a while before he trains them. They probably need it, anyway.
hello gulp im kinda scqrwd to req but umm uhh coukd you pretty please write gn!reader x lohen that gets turned on by fighting also can you make them rivals pretty pleasem🙏🙏
LEGEND HAS IT..
Rumors have the tendency to become legends in a small town. Unfortunately for you, you’ve become the main topic—along with a fortunate knight.
Lohen x Lightkeeper!reader: I legit don’t have any knowledge about fighting in general so like js let this slide..also, not sure if it counts, but I only use the term “you” for reader anyway. I’m not familiar using other terms, other than ‘she’ which I have yet to do. Just suggestive, nothing that dirty. He licked blood once, I guess…I ALSO APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE FOR THIS SHIT</3 I’M NOT BUILT FOR WRITING HOT CHARACTERS BEING HOT. Idk the wc sorry. ALSO 69 FOLLOWERS YAYAYY
In Nod-Krai, numerous factions surround the threat known as the Wild Hunt. Among these are two that have made their name in history, especially after the recent disaster named Rächer of Solnari: The Lightkeepers, and the Knights of Favonius led by the famous Knight of Boreas, Varka.
Despite the fact that the two groups are united in goal and are functional allies, nothing can prevent the rise of envy and competitive spirit among the members. They may have one enemy only, but a battlefield with different types of soldiers spells out which outranks the other. Through the number of enemies killed, the display of raw power, even to the number of last ones standing. Mortal pride is a double edged weapon in Teyvat— it serves as a way to draw power, as well as a catalyst for death.
Stories have even spread across the town, word-of-mouth doing wonders in making people believe a certain legend.
“Did you know? Some members of the knights said that they once found an abandoned building, and when they decided to check, there were torn clothes all over the place–blood too!”
“You mean to say it’s a murder sight?”
“No, no. Apparently it only happens during the fifth night of the month. Two figures can be seen duking it out!”
“Yeah! No one knows what it is, some tried to get closer but ended up with literal cuts, sometimes poison..I say it’s the Wild Hunt.”
And now, the story goes: the will of two past fighters have awakened during the disaster, and now have decided to settle the score hundreds of years later.
At least, that’s what every normal citizen believes.
Unfortunately for two leaders, Grand master Varka and Starshyna Nikita, it’s just two of their soldiers going at it.
Lohen, the known battle eccentric of the fifth company, had met you, a Ratniki without much known origin, during the fifth night of the month while out on patrol.
Now it was the 6th time of your nonverbally-agreed but sequential meetings.
Once again, you started walking towards the location, remembering the details of the day vividly in your mind.
It was a dark knight full of fog, and you had just finished off the remaining wild hunt that suddenly appeared in the area: naturally, you were tired and weakened. But that was no excuse for a soldier to not dodge a sudden dagger, digging into the stone wall right beside your head. You glanced at it for a moment, eyes narrowing to the peculiar item..a dagger doused in poison. Not something you see everyday. Good thing it didn’t touch you.
Then, something emerged in the shadows. Sighing, you looked around and evaluated the situation:
First, whatever the enemy is, it couldn’t be the Wild Hunt. You’ve never heard cases of it making an entirely new weapon to kill people with.
Second, whatever the enemy is, based on the fog surrounding and hiding its face..it’s humanoid. And has great aim. You’d have to find out if it was intentional that you’re still alive.
Lastly, whatever the enemy is, it’s taking too goddamn long to step out and show itself. Probably the type to enjoy making its target suffer.
Your train of thought was cut short the second the enemy stepped forward— to your neck. Fast. It’s fast. But human, in the way it spoke in your ear in the split second before you moved to the side. “Oh? A lightkeeper?”
You almost rolled your eyes. Judging from its stature and attire, it was a knight. Great.
You’ve always found them unnerving. Especially the Grandmaster. Too friendly, too cheerful for people facing danger.
That fight ended in a draw, that’s what you believe. The knight, now you know as Lohen, was a formidable foe. You’re still not sure if he’s keeping you at arms length solely to fight, that he could beat you in any moment. But there’s no use trying to figure it out. It still serves as good training, even if he sees it more as torture.
Besides, it would hurt your pride too much if you lost to a duel with the other so-called heroes of your nation. Archons forbid the amount of rumors building up about you worsens in Piramida, you can already imagine them saying how a Ratnik who’s so above their self got thrown around by a knight. Fuck them, you say.
“I must say, you look good when you’re pissed.” Your head snapped towards the direction of the sound in surprise, only to find yourself already in your destination and Lohen sitting atop some stone debris, head tilted with his face painted in that smile of his that pisses you off even more. Yeah, fuck him, too.
You scoffed, “and you’d look better when you’re actually trying to be civil. Ever tried that?” Lohen laughed shortly at that, jumping off where he was to make his way in front of you. “I’m plenty civil! Can’t be a knight in shining armor if I can’t be kind to people, yeah?” Sighing, you shook your head. “Right. Which reason are you here for now? Taunting me? Killed some monsters nearby and found yourself here? Got lost and decided to stick around?”
Lohen’s eyes narrowed as his expression shifted ever so slightly. “Waiting for you and your weapon, clearly.” Yeah, yeah, whatever. “Still,” he continued, “I could say the same to you. Why are you here, keeper of light?” “Lightkeeper.” “Same thing.”
Huffing, you tossed aside your cloak and other unnecessary clothing, leaving you on something that’s more comfortable when it came to combat. “Here to shut you up, obviously.” Stretching, your glare did nothing to make him feel at least a little scared or wary. Personally, he really found your scowl attractive.
“Hmm. Well, I do hope you do.” Lohen says with a slight smirk, voice lower than usual as he studies your movements.
There’s something about you getting ready to fight that really makes the heat in his body swirl. Everything about you suddenly seems to catch his eye and shoots the emotions straight to his lower half. The glaring expression, too. So fierce. So brave, so tenacious, unrelenting even while getting beaten and cut all over.
His sultry gaze is interrupted by his own dagger returning to the right side of his feet. When did you get that? He didn’t have much time to ponder as he dodged the next one. Lohen grinned, quickly pulling the weapons out of the ground and jumping back atop the stone. “I wasn’t quite ready, you know. Have some manners.” Scoffing, you stood exactly where you were as you frowned. “I was kindly returning your daggers and suddenly I have no manners?” He chuckled at that. “I suppose I’ll take it back, then. Can’t have my dear fighting partner suddenly storm back due to frustration.”
You clicked your tongue. This guy was infuriating, alright. Caught all your attention— bad. You couldn’t kill him, but you wanted to leave a cut that scars this time. Preferably around the hand he likes waving around weapons so much with.
Then he spoke. “How about we make a deal?” Your brow raised, sighing in contempt. “With what reward?”
Lohen’s head tilted as he looked down at you, eyes gleaming with nothing but what you would call mischief. “If you win..well, you can choose what you want to do.” Even me, he thought. “But if I win…”
“You’re going through the Lohen special training. Deal?” Fair. Seems fair enough.
So you strike.
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Lohen, thus far, has only defended himself from being fatally attacked. He chose to let some hits of yours land, just to feel the pain. He’s been holding back the urge to throw a shot here and there, but he opts to bite his lip until it almost bleeds instead. Your movements may have gotten worse, but it only gets him going.
He wonders if you’re gonna end up limping after this, due to fatigue. That’d be a nice sight. The way his breathing got heavier doesn’t go unnoticed by you, but with the way your brows met and you were concentrating, he doubts you’re caring much besides the fact he’s not fighting.
Though apparently you cared enough to ask him frustratedly. “What? Too weak for you to try, captain? Not worth the effort?” Oh, your ego must have been bruised. His bad, his bad. If you wanted him to strike so much..well, how good of a knight is he if won’t obey?Then, with a grin, he drives his spear as he quickly finds an opening, letting it cut the fabric near your collarbone.
He had the fucking nerve to whistle at seeing the torn fabric make your skin visible. “Quite the sight you’re giving me once again, lightkeeper.” This guy is genuinely getting to your head. It’s always his first choice of attack and body part. Meanwhile, seeing the way that section of your skin bleed is genuinely getting to his dick. He sighed in heated breath. He put distance between the two of you, letting his eyes wander your form.
Truthfully, his ‘defense’ is just a way of checking you out. Nothing wrong with it if he has the stamina, right? The way you stood right now, sweating from the heat and breathing unstable is hot, to say the least. He had to push back the urge to pin you down. “Tired already? You’re doing worse than last time.” He tutted, stepping forward towards you as he whispered with a playful tone, “Not as tough as you want to be, lightkeeper?”
You could only start stepping back to create distance.
You can only wonder how long and how many battles he has fought with the way his will to fight is seemingly infinite. You’d done good, you thought. Even defending should wear him out enough, you thought. Apparently, Lohen denies all logic if he’s determined enough.
Still, you stumble backwards and onto the ground after a while. He kneeled down, handing you your weapon with a gaze so intensely focused on your form you shivered. He leaned down right at the spot he cut, tongue darting out to lick the bruise, the metallic taste of your blood hitting as you winced at the feeling of his warm tongue. He seems to like that as he hummed in satisfaction, chuckling lightly as he whispers in your ear in a tone so low you wondered if maybe he was aroused. “Go on and try one more time, yeah? I’ll let it hit.”
You couldn’t take your weapon back without having the overwhelming need to make him bleed. He knew that, and still tried giving it. He knew that, despite knowing you wouldn’t accept.
With a bated breath, you swallowed as a shaky sigh leaves you. “..I give up.” Those three words were all he needed, and those three words were all that you hated to say. Shit. Whatever this fucking training is, he better make sure that it takes effect.
He licked his bottom lip as he leaned back, still looking down on you as he hummed, one hand gripping your waist while the other caressed your thigh, eyes gleaming with…excitement? You breath halted as your eyes widened at the sight.
Did he always look so alluring? A light blush devorated his cheeks and ears, looking down at you with those eyes, breathing clearly unstable in a way that made heat rush towards a place in your body it shouldn’t. Fuck. What was the deal you made with him, again?
"I just saw the latest leaks that Lohen's constellation is a rabbit. So, what if Alice turned him into a rabbit and asked you to take care of him? You have no idea the rabbit is actually Lohen, and the two of you end up eating, bathing, and sleeping together."
OH DEAR, ANOTHER ONE HERE?
Lohen x apprentice!reader: approximately 1.4k words (I genuinely cannot stop writing unless I’m satisfied with the background of the scenarios). Uhh might be ooc Lohen cuz..well..there’s really not much known about him. Use of “you” only. Not proofread bc I had to stop writing 7 times and continued building my mc house instead.
ALICE has always been one for entertaining almost every idea that pops into her or her daughter’s head. Somehow, as her newly appointed apprentice, you’ve been on the receiving end of the results. In fact, when it came to rather..material things, she’d just shove it to your hands like you had no choice! (Which you didn’t, really.) Hence, every time a guest comes over, you’d always hear about how ‘personalized’ your room was—given that there were things decorated that were contrasting, to say the least.
Looking around your room in a humble home in Mondstadt, you’d just have to agree with them, sighing as you recalled a memory of one of her whims.
“I tried experimenting on turning hilichurls into plushies!” She once excitedly exclaimed, holding up a cotton-made, somewhat creepy miniature of a hilichurl. “Isn’t it cute? My, my, I’d say we can even dress it up!” Giggling, she set it down for a moment as she talked (mostly to herself), while you had to stand there in silence. Because, what? What does she mean, she just turned a hilichurl into a damned toy?! Needless to say, that toy now rests in your nightstand with a few other trinkets. ‘Oh goodness, the poor hilichurl..he even has a frilly dress on now..’
If Alice wasn’t enough of a headache for you with all her weird experiments, the Vice Captain just had to come to the picture as well. He’d approached you with a smile once, on your first encounter outside Mondstadt’s gates, when Alice first sent you to the town. He was sent to welcome you in, and you thought he was a rather strange but easy to talk to guy. He was just to show you around, and it was the case for at least a week. Until after, asking if you knew how to fight. Once you responded no, he’d asked if you can make something to fight.
Obviously not! Was he crazy?! You had to smile at him just to not explode.
Since then, you’d tried avoiding him and Alice (which, really, you can only do so much before you get sentenced to #dropout).
Again, it’s not like you can hide from Alice anyway. Because she just showed up in your room. With a bunny.
“What the—!” Your shock was cut short by your mentor’s hand shutting you up as she tutted. “Now, now. I did tell you not to curse, yes?” You almost scoffed. Still, you nodded and she retracted her hand from your mouth to the.. oh, that’s a rabbit. Bunnies, you’ve seen, are definitely smaller. Oh dear, here’s another one of her experiments…
“This young one was–!” It was your turn to cut her off, “–was another unfortunate experiment? Or a just-to-be?” You sighed, taking the rabbit in your hand. It looks normal, even if it had unusually red and some sort of blue colored eyes. Still, you figured she was just about to use it. Hell, maybe she already started. Poor, unfortunate thing. You hugged it, caressing the fur in an attempt to comfort the animal. “Master, please stop torturing these souls!”
She gasped, hand on her heart like she was offended. “I do none of the sort, I’ll have you know! This is all in the name of advancing magic, dear.” As if. You rolled your eyes, “Okay, and how would this cutie have helped?” The rabbit seemed to jump a bit at that, which made you look pensively. “You’ll see! Buh-bye now, take care of him, ‘kay?” Before you could react properly, she was gone. So this is a male?
Clicking your tongue, you turned your attention back to the rabbit at hand. “You hungry, little guy?” Cooing at its affectionate nature—which seemed off, for some reason— you made your way to your kitchen area. You didn’t have much besides a few staple food items like cabbage, so you figured it would do. Not even bothering to cut it, you tore out a piece as you leveled your head the same as the animal, nudging the piece to its direction. “Here, eat.”
You swear the rabbit looked pissed. Shit, maybe it’s the type to explode? How different is this from the one that Outrider had? Better treat it nicely. Laughing awkwardly to yourself, you spoke in a slower, nicer tone. “Um..uh..bunny, eat this so you don’t die of hunger, ‘kay? Do you not like it? Aww.” Taking it into your arms once again, you tried feeding it to the best of your abilities.
After a while, it seemed to relax in its position in your chest. Yes, chest. Well, maybe it was comfy. “You sleepy, little guy? You know, you’re much better company than I thought.” Sighing, you thought of the people around you. It might be strange to be acquainted with an animal, but at least it doesn’t pose a threat. Yet. “Better than a certain mentor of mine or a crazy, battle maniac of a knight, at least.”
The rabbit didn’t seem to like that because you swear it just attempted to kill you with the way it jumped to your face. “Hey—!” What monster is this?! It almost tackled you into the ground!
After a good 10 minutes of arguing (?) with the animal, you were left laying down on the floor, breathless. You had to admit defeat—fortunately it didn’t kill you, but somehow it now opted to rest on your neck. Scary part is it seems ready to use its claws. You take back your earlier statement, this rabbit was nuts! Another scarier part is that it stinks.
“Okay, you maniac, if you don’t kill me first with your claws I’m gonna be killed by your hygiene.” Huffing, you strutted towards your bathroom. “Guess we’ll have to make sure you’re clean.” You had to bathe yourself, anyway. You set it down on the counter, preparing before undressing yourself and getting in the bath.
Until sudden splashes of water poured down your form as the rabbit jumped in with you. For goodness sake’s, isn’t it supposed to be scared of water?! “Ah come on! I was gonna clean you up after me.” Still, it’s not like you had the skill to battle and argue and nag a crazy rabbit in the bath, so you just suck it up, taking it into your arms once again as you grumpily reach for the soap.
You swear the rabbit looked pleased with himself as you held him in all your naked glory. Archons, even animals are perverted now? This is starting to get real strange, but you chose to ignore it for the sake of your sanity and tried your best to not displease the little animal. (Keyword: best, as it somehow had a goal to knock down everything that could be knocked down. It even got a hold of something sharp for some reason..)
By the time you’re getting into bed, you’ve stopped caring about the details. It’s been a real exhausting day. For some reason, this little maniac reminded you of someone who, for some reason, has yet to show himself at your doorstep with a request to make something for him yet again. In a way, it’s like an animal counterpart..
But you couldn’t think straight enough to care. Opting to put on meager clothes, because you’d rather not suffer through the heat of sleeping beside an animal with fur, and embraced it anyway. Even if it might just pounce and kill during your slumber. “Goodnight, little guy. You should..really thank me for.. getting you off of her hands, you know..?” You smiled as best as you could while your mind was fighting with unconsciousness, which won in the end anyway as you drifted off to sleep.
Unfortunately, you might have thought too much about the Vice Captain before you slept.
Because why else would he be in your bed, sleeping beside you, and basically cuddling you if not for you being in some sort of weird dream?!
That thought quickly evaporated as he shifted in his sleep, seemingly. No, this couldn’t be the knight that bothered you with that teasing smile and eyes. He looked too peaceful and innocent. You refuse to accept it.
Maybe you did something to offend the archons as he suddenly stirs awake, eyes taking in your form. “Oh? What a lovely sight to see in the morning. Dare I say, rivaling the one last night.” His lower morning voice echoed through the room, somehow having more audacity to shift closer and nuzzle into your form, as if he wasn’t already holding you with his hand in your waist and his other underneath your head. “You seem uncomfortable, little mage. I thought you found me cute?”
tis is I the one who asked about lohen being ignored. This isn't an ask I just wanted to say thanks. I actually did not think you'd reply this early. Hope I did bother u booo💋
No worriesss ahaha, it’s what happens when I’m trying to avoid studying for a test💔 and idk, inspiration really strikes when it’s a man who looks like he can make me suffer
Read your lohen x reader. I love it but now I can't help but think that what if reader genuinely liked him and after what he pulled she feels like he just wants her body so now she's heart broken and decides to move on from him peacefully... How would he take it??
Honestly, I don’t think he’d be pushy in a way that he’d seem obsessed (even if he is), but once he notices the absence of you in your own house…gosh, are you avoiding him now?
Also, I genuinely cannot think reader can even have the option of moving on peacefully. If you suddenly act all friendly or distant, he’d just take it as an invitation to get more reactions out of you! Therefore, just ignore him, really. Not that it does much.
Lohen x reader, gender not really specified. Ask was referring to this
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You weren’t in today. Again.
These past few days have been rough. Unfortunately for him, the Grandmaster had been making him do deliveries all over the place. He’d asked if he could get a fight for compensation, but that ended the moment another round of letters were shoved into his arms. Great. Guess he’ll just have to deliver them as fast as he can so he’d have time to set up some traps..
But now that he was in his third day back in Nod-Krai, it was starting to get strange.
On the first day, he planned to see if you were in solely to fulfill his goal—or just a little attention. Even if he wasn't injured, you'd have time for him, wouldn't you? Maybe even coo at how he's actually unharmed today.
Except all he got was a door that was shut, locked, and with no one inside to answer his brusque knocks. That was fine, he could wait. Much to his dismay, a few hours and he was getting called again, so he figured he'd go back the next day.
The next day was a bit more alarming. He noticed your door unlocked, but you weren't inside. Or were you? He's not so sure now. It's not like he's unhinged enough to kick down your door and break in. He might sneak around the sides and take a peek, though.
So it seems, it’s either very coincidental that you weren’t here every time he was…or you were ignoring him!
Now on the third day..well, needless to say, you were definitely here. That was the good news (at least you hadn’t left). The bad news was that..what, did he not exist now? He clicks his tongue, staring once again at the shut door, looking at it pensively. Maybe he went too far the last time—nah, all he did was tease. Can’t be it.
Thinking back now, maybe he should have kicked your door down and see if you were inside. There’s nothing wrong with a worried knight trying to see if you were okay, after all! Maybe he’d have gotten to see you all defensive, see you try and knock the intruder down, only to see it was him. Maybe.
But really, what use is there in thinking about what he might have done when he could just ask?
Thus, with a heavy sigh and a slight smile, he knocks. Once. Twice. Then a barrage of it, shouting. “Helloooo? I know you’re there!” You can practically hear the smile in his voice. “Open up! See, I’m really hurt, you know?” He wasn’t, not physically. Then again, how are you to know? Guess you’d have to face him to find out.
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I see him as the type to make you face him eventually and make you tell him straight what’s up with you, even if it involves your rather..embarrassed form. Hope this was what u asked for😵 didn’t focus much on what reader’s doing lol
Lohen who almost always ends up at your doorstep all battered and bruised after a fierce fight against the Wild Hunt, eyes gleaming with the excitement from his earlier fight as he asks you to take care of him once again. He really liked the way your eyes widened at the sight, how careful your hands handled his hand, how soft your voice got whenever you’d talk about how he should be more careful.
Lohen whose hands find their way around your waist as you clean up his wounds, sighing at his antics. “You’d let me hold you like this?” He murmured, mouth opening to nip at the cold of your skin, not enough to draw blood yet but enough for you to wince in pain.
Lohen who coaxes you into lying down with him, because he just can’t keep sitting down, it’s bad for his wounds, right? ignoring hushed protests as he yapped and yapped about how laughable his opponents were, trying to trap him by taking your shape. Of course he killed them immediately anyway, he knew better than those pests. They didn’t quite get your frightened form right— he’d know, of course. He’s seen it when he challenged forced you to a fight.
Lohen who lets his hands wander from your waist to your neck, caressing the area like you had a bruise. You didn’t, not yet. Maybe later he’ll add one. Leaning into your ear, he whispered, “You’d look good in red. Maybe I should buy you a new set?”
Lohen who laughs as you pushed him in a fit, embarrassed by the suggestion. Is he seriously implying you should sleep with him?! Sitting up, your sigh gets rudely interrupted by being pulled back down, lohen suddenly atop your form. Holding your hands above you, he leaned in, your lips almost touching as he spoke. “Come now, surely you’re no stranger to such thoughts?”
Lohen who finds it cute how you struggle to get your head straight. Surely you knew you two weren’t just friends? You’d be a fool to think the Vice Captain would show just anyone his wounds. He wanted to see you get used to the sight, maybe then you’d entertain his fantasies a bit more.
Lohen who’d thank you as he released you, standing up to leave with a smile on his face and a gleam in his eyes. Now not from excitement from the fight, but satisfaction.
Lohen who really loved to tease and rile you up, just to see the way you looked all flushed and breathy. Maybe next time, he’d bite.
Idol!Phainon x reader. Slight mention of Mydei? Only 480 words.
A starry sky is what I see,
For everytime I catch you looking at me
Ever shifting constellations that appear
Always seem to draw me near
And as the stars fall, so do I
Somehow, the color in your eyes always shine bright
My ever-lasting love reaches the sun,
As I hope your truth comes to light
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Phainon’s eyes scanned the seats, just as he did 15 minutes before. And 15 minutes before that. And another. It didn’t make sense to him—sure, there were thousands of people in the sea of viewers, but surely, he could have seen your bright presence? Even amongst this crowd?
It was strange how he cared, even stranger that he’s still caring even after realizing. It’s not that he cares that much. It just hurts to think he wasn’t part of your busy schedule, that’s all. I mean, he gave you tickets, didn’t he? You didn’t even need to spend a dime! He swallows as he’s lowered down from the platform to the backstage of the venue, stylists flocking all around him to do their job.
He has always loved attention, that much was obvious by his profession alone. But it wasn’t solely because of recognition—it was about happiness. He liked making people happy, making people smile by his actions. His breathing evened as he sat on the couch, makeup stylist following suit. Lately though, he thinks, it’s been weird. Weird how, instead of everyone’s, he’s been only looking for one. One smile. Yours.
He’s not an idiot (though his group members, more often than not, refer to him as such. It’s not his fault he has no knowledge of certain concepts!)
Obviously, there was more to it. He just doesn’t know what. He clicks his tongue as he stands up again, making his way back to another platform as they receive another signal through the earpiece.
Getting to perform in front of a crowd was always such a privilege for him. Seeing all the people enjoying themselves, singing to his heart’s content all the while the joy from being with his fellow members seeped through every laugh and giggle that made its way out of him, it was all too perfect.
And amongst the crowd, he saw something that felt like it was the cherry on top. His heart skipped a beat once again, and it continued as he felt his world stopped a minute. Heavy breathing from the choreography, hands clutching the water bottle he was just drinking from.
You really do look so beautiful when you smile. Phainon’s eyes scanned over your form, you even dressed up. How cute. How come he didn’t see you earlier? Did you only get in now?
The water bottle dripped onto the floor now, and Mydei’s eyes widened a bit seeing how still Phainon had become. Did he not even notice he hadn’t put it down?! Mydei sighed, stepping towards him. “Phainon, the water—!” Gasps simultaneously filled the crowd in front of them.
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