I should be finishing my abo blade but i have this idea…
Esper Favonious Knights x Guide Reader. I think about this a lot with so many characters but time to put some into practice.
guideverse, non-con, degradation, knights of Favonius,
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The world is run with monsters and fear, though you’re relatively safe within the walls of the city of Mondstat. Those who aren’t monsters are born with one of two energy drives:
Espers - A person with the potential to wield powerful and dangerous abilities, such as casting flames or manipulating the wind. Without a guide, they can lose control of themselves and turn into monsters of their own.
Guides - Someone with a calming energy to ‘guide’ an esper back from the brink of rage and insanity. Well, it doesn’t usually get to that part, so long as they have a compatible guide.
Most people are born with low-level energies, a hindrance when left unchecked but altogether manageable - D or C class at most. A class Espers work better with A class Guides, though it’s not uncommon to surround yourself with a harem of D and C class guides when necessary. The A class are great at raids and make up the majority of the Knights.
S Class Espers are rare. They need more care, they use more power. But, they are strong, the strongest there are and you can only pray that if you meet one, they’re one of the good guys.
You have always had an easy-going personality. It’s not like you don’t have emotions or get angry, you definitely have your moments but, more often than not you just take it one day at a time. There aren’t a lot of regrets in life, though you’re pretty sure if you were to rank them all then signing up as a guide for the Knights of Favonious would be at the top of your list.
The church trains guides specifically for them, though there had been a shortage of applications lately. You think you know why now… The Knights in themselves were a full on bunch. Reliable, certainly, but the rights for guides were never on par with Espers. They’re treated like dolls, toys to be played around with and passed on to the next kid. Always fed, always warm, because if you didn’t take care of your guide then you weren’t taking care of yourself.
You hadn’t checked your guide level since the mandatory test in high school. They were high, showed potential, you just never saw yourself with that level of commitment and… Well, the fate for guides could be a grim one. Physical contact works wonders, but sex? Especially if your energies sync together perfectly, it’s considered a drug in most textbooks. Some guides have been used so often that they become on the brink of death, their energy being funnelled and stolen until they can’t keep themselves alive anymore. Granted, that happens more in the underground market but, it’s a fear nonetheless.
So, when you’re informed that you’re going to be the sole guide for the Captains of the Knights, you were trembling. “Oh! And that includes me,” Grandmaster Varka winks, slapping your back with a laugh as he takes in your morbid expression. ‘Captain’ is such a loose term, as well.
The librarian, Lisa, loved your company whenever she could afford it. “I didn’t think you fought,” you say quietly, face buried in her naked breasts as she held you in her arms. It was a rare moment she wasn’t running around town for one reason or another, so she stole you away to cuddle (after forcing you to strip with her and makeout) in front of the fire.
She giggles at you, nails giving you goosebumps as she trails them over your scalp and down your neck, “Don’t underestimate me, cutie. I may only be Class A, but I can tear down a fort when needed.” She must be referring to the hillichurl camp at the base of Dragonspine. Everyone had heard by now the damage done, and the fact that there was a cryo abyss mage present as well. It wasn’t until you overheard her and Kaeya talking about that you connected the dots.
Kaeya is also an A Class Esper, he’s cunning and manipulative, but you can always trust his information. He’s supposed to be the Calvary captain but you hadn’t seen any horses since you started. Even still, he always finds something to do, and the result can leave you aching between your thighs for days.
Unfortunately, you did know Kaeya from your younger days, though not as friendly as now. He had strayed to your group of friends from time to time, rarely ever talking with you. That was fine, you had a different crush. Then again, who didn’t? Even now, with his cock buried deep into your sopping cunt and your mind half gone, he nibbles at your ear and teases, “I wonder, even when I’m fucking you so good, are you thinking about me or my brother?”
It was a crush that was destined to be afar, but Kaeya still couldn’t hold back from making fun of you for it. Your energy is low, you’re tired, you don’t feel like playing with him today so you acquiesce, “Only you, I can only think of you.”
He hums over you, moving again slowly, your pussy trying desperately to keep his cock confined, “Then you’ll say my name, right?”
“Kaeya,” you breathe, arching your back as he goes a little harder.
It’s broken, crooked, and you’re crying from the stimulation when you come undone. Kaeya is amazing with the aftercare, no matter how long it takes.
.
On days Jean doesn’t have a lot of time to do paperwork or stay in one place, you’re pinned to her side like a pet. Always holding her hand, she never lets you go for even a second, it can get awkward. You’re part of her, an extension of her life she cherishes and that comes with the outcome of her being on autopilot. Your arms is being yanked around as he dramatically tells someone off, explaining how what they did was dangerous and in kindergarten words, stupid.
They pay more attention to you, trying to find your footing as she motions towards them with the hand holding yours, yanking you forward, then back, then causing you to dodge as she spreads her arms wide. Now, you’re pulled into her side as she has her hands on her hips and huffs, “Do you understand it now?”
It takes a second for them to come back to reality after your awkward, puppet dance. They make eye contact with you and you just slowly nod, “Uh, uhm, yes! Yes, ma’am.”
She watches as they hurry off, face relaxing when they leave her sight. Jean sighs and then looks to you, Seeing you fix the heel of your sandals that almost fell off in the process. She gasps softly squeezes your hand, “I’m sorry, I did it again, didn’t I?”
You think out of everyone in the Knights, Jean - by herself without another’s influence - is the most tolerable. You could even say you liked being around her, if her workaholic attitude wasn’t such a drawback. You think if you weren’t shared, you’d probably starve from how easily she gets into her duties and forgets what’s around her. On a good day, you are given snacks, a blanket and perched nicely beside her for hours as she documents and strategises. That being said, even the grumbling of your stomach isn’t enough to break her out of it. Five more minutes can turn into five more hours, easily. It’s her biggest flaw, but who are we if not human, “Yeah, I’m not sure they were really paying attention.”
“That’s… fine.” It wasn’t but she’s not so concerned about that right now. Jean lets go of your hand in favour of cupping your cheeks, “I didn’t hurt you, did I? I’m sorry, I just wanted to prove a point and I got lost in the moment of explaining-“
“I’m okay,” you shake your head, grabbing at her hands to hold them and smile. One time she pulled a little too hard and caused you to yelp, your muscle straining from the sudden movement. You’d think she kicked a puppy with the way she fretted, now, she freaks out every time she realises what she’s been doing, “You don’t need to worry so much. I’m tough!”
Though a little degrading, she smiles down at you and pets your head, “I know. You’re the strongest guide in Mondstat.”
She kisses your forehead and you joke, “I think you mean all of Teyvat.”
Jean interlocks her fingers with your own, “Oh, of course. My apologies.”
.
Guides aren’t treated as well as Espers. It is known. That means when you’re about to clock off and Varka and Lohen walk through the front doors all bloody and tired, no one would care if you were forced into overtime.
Almost as soon as you lock eyes with the psychotic, smaller man, you turn tail and run.
His smile erupts into a twisted grin, “Dearest, darlingest, don’t you run ~”
Varka, too tired to chase after him, merely calls out down the halls, “Bring her to me when you’re done, ‘Kay!”
Lohen likes the chase. Lohen likes the fight. Unfortunately, you miscalculate the turn and bash your shoulder into the corner of the wall, stumbling to a stop as you hiss and squeeze your bicep to try and distribute the pain.
“Oooo, that one’s gotta hurt,” you hear him, hardly out of breath behind you. He crouches down and yanks your shirt down your shoulder, cold fingers giving a delightful sting to the wound, “Oh yeah, gonna leave a mark. You’ve really gotta watch where you’re going, darling.”
Knowing it’s futile to run now, and mostly just wanting to get his ‘love’ time over and done with, you sit back on the tiled floor and groan, “Well, it’s hard to pay attention when there’s a bloodthirsty maniac on my heels.”
He chuckles and stands, taking your arm with him so you stand up too, “Is that really all you see me as? I’m a knight too, you know. A protector of the city.”
“You’re a psychopath who loves to torture people-“ your words are cut off as your back slams into the wall of the hallway, a new ache blooming into the blades of your shoulders.
Lohen runs his nose along your throat and shudders, hands grasping at the rolls of your clothes so he find his way under, “I get a little excited when I fight something strong, and all of a sudden I’m labelled as a monster.”
“We all saw what you did to that Fatui assassin, that’s not normal.”
“He took out half of the unit already, I just stepped up,” he growls lowly, plucking at the clasp of your bra, “No more talk, let’s just do it here.”
..
You hear Varka chastising Lohen for letting you escape after his ‘turn’ with you. During a brief period of rest, and when he started humming about not having anything to wipe you down wth except your clothes, you had sprinted down the hall and away from the man. After a brief wash up in the bathroom, you were now trying to sneak out without getting noticed. Just your luck, as you turn the corner, you run head-first into Durin.
His hands come up to steady you, purple eyes widening as he takes in your clumsily put-together appearance, “Whoa, (Y/n)! You don’t look too well.” And he doesn’t just mean on the outside.
Durin and Albedo are different from the other knights. Alchemists in general have some pretty wild talents, being able to see the visible flow of someone’s aura and energy, however, those two aren’t exactly human, and their abilities far exceed anyone else’s on the team, possibly even all of Mondstat. So, when Durin says you’re not looking well with such a worried gaze, you know it’s probably worse than it feels.
“When was the last time you got to rest?” He takes your hand in his and gently runs the pads of his finger over your knuckles.
You have to try hard to think back to when you got even a full day to yourself. The closest was maybe the 8 hours you got to go home and sleep for, though there wasn’t much time to recuperate. With a shrug, you answer, “I’m not sure, they don’t let me leave for long.”
He hums in annoyance, knowing there isn’t a lot that can hold them off from their favourite guide. Even so, Albedo and himself have vouched for your health multiple times now, despite sometimes being on the same, voracious level as the other knights. Durin begins to guide you up the staircase, way from the exit and towards the blonde’s room, “Let’s go see Albedo, he’ll be able to help.”
A gentle ‘come in’ is muffled through the door after he knocks, the Alchemist standing by one of corner of the room and idly stroking a canvas with a brush. It doesn’t take him long to abandon the art piece in favour of rushing over to you and turning your head from side-to-side, “I told them… Ah, I’m sorry, (Y/n), you’re very strong for being able to put up with their treatment.”
“Will you sign for my time off? Varka keeps making excuses,” you plead, knowing that if anyone could push through then it’s your pseudo-doctor here.
Rather than the aid you were hoping to hear, he merely smiles and let’s go of you for now, “I wish I could but, it’s been so stressful lately and we would all be lost without you. Go have a seat on the couch, I’ll grab the medicine.”
Your shoulders sag in disappointment, legs dragging you to the comfortable furniture while Albedo opens his desk drawer to row of four vials with a translucent, golden liquid inside. Ou hadn’t noticed before that Durin had left to rummage through the cupboard in the hallway, only entering again with a heavy blanket and some pillows. He pops them on the end of the couch and sits beside you, holding your hand for comfort and squeezing, encouraging, “You’re such a brave girl, (Y/n)!”
Durin never gave you the opportunity to say whether or not you were scared of needles, it seems to be in his nature to treat you a little childishly. Albedo returns, long needle in hand and a small tourniquet, “At least we don’t have to use the drip this time.” Unlike the worst of them, where you had collapsed in Jean’s arms and she had to rush you to him for treatment.
It’s a slow process, a lot of liquid needs to go in to properly recover you. Usually, you sleep while it does its magic, hence the blankets and pillows. As he carefully injects the rest of it, you ask meekly, “Can I please go home and rest? I just want my bed.”
Albedo exhales, having to disappoint you again, “No can do, we need to monitor you in case something happens.”
“But nothing ever happens,” you argue, scowling while he covers the injection point with a ball of cotton and tape, unlatching the tourniquet.
Durin pipes up happily, “Don’t worry, (Y/n)! At least while you’re here, you can lie down with me again.”
You’re pulled and adjusted like a doll, wedged between the back of the couch and Durin’s warm, cosy body under the blanket. It’s very comfortable, you can ever deny that, but it’s not home.
You’ve almost fallen asleep when Albedo quietly mentions, “The construction for your new room is almost complete, not long now.”
Whatever that means, though the pit of dread in your stomach isn’t enough to deter you from closing your eyes for the rest of the night.
.
“What’ve you got there, sweetheart?” Varka smiles from behind his mountain of paperwork, more than happy to accept the distraction before him.
When you hand in the folded letter, he takes your wrist and walks you around the desk, sitting you across his thighs so he can have your head cuddled into his chest. He sighs wistfully, opening the letter as you begin to explain, “I’m handing in my letter of resignation. I really appreciate the opportunity I’ve been given but-“
He doesn’t have the letter open for long, placing it quickly on his desk and shaking his head in disbelief, “Whoa whoa whoa, now, where is all this coming from? Do you know how special you are? Not just anyone can match the energy of us knights, you know. Leaving us would be like leaving Mondstat to the monsters beyond our walls.”
You twiddle your thumbs, keeping your eyes averted because you know you’d feel bad if you met his baby blues, “You guys did just fine without me before. And it’s really taking a toll on my body. Albedo had to treat me for the second time in a month-“
He interrupts you again, meeting your concerns with his own facts, “We went through so many guides before you, it was only a matter of time before the knights would collapse. You saved us. You save the city each and every day just by being here. I’ll go over the rules again with everyone, make them calm down when using you. But I also need to know, are you taking care of yourself when you leave, (Y/n)?”
Your face twists from anxiety, to annoyance, and now confusion, “Pardon?”
Varka sighs, tilting your chin up so his worried gaze can bore into your soul, “We bathe you, feed you, put you to bed, but all I hear when you come back from your time off is that you’ve been rotting away in your room the whole time.” He holds his hand up to shush you when you open your mouth, “I know, I know. It’s because you’re ‘so exhausted from work.’ But is that really it? And if you were to go into a shut down somewhere Albedo or one of the knights can’t get to you easily, I’d lose myself with guilt for not being able to keep you safe.”
You reach for the paper on his desk, “That’s why I think it’s best if I leave-“
“If you permanently move into the base of the Knights of Favonius,” he interlocks his fingers with yours before you can even touch the paper. With a large grin, he leans down to snuggle his nose against yours, cutely, “You didn’t really put enough thought into this resignation thing. That’s okay! Let’s try having you move here first and see if that helps your health.”
Now, you’re scowling at him, trying to pull away from the strong grip he has on you, “Grandmaster Varka, I don’t want to do that. I’ve given you my two weeks and-“
As if you could get even one sentence out with this delusional man. He tightens his fingers around yours until you’re wincing into silence, “I’m afraid you’re not understanding me. I’m denying your resignation, sweetheart. You’re too precious, too valuable to have escape. I love you, but I have to look after my own as well, y’know?”
I should be finishing my abo blade but i have this idea…
Esper Favonious Knights x Guide Reader. I think about this a lot with so many characters but time to put some into practice.
guideverse, non-con, degradation, knights of Favonius,
.
The world is run with monsters and fear, though you’re relatively safe within the walls of the city of Mondstat. Those who aren’t monsters are born with one of two energy drives:
Espers - A person with the potential to wield powerful and dangerous abilities, such as casting flames or manipulating the wind. Without a guide, they can lose control of themselves and turn into monsters of their own.
Guides - Someone with a calming energy to ‘guide’ an esper back from the brink of rage and insanity. Well, it doesn’t usually get to that part, so long as they have a compatible guide.
Most people are born with low-level energies, a hindrance when left unchecked but altogether manageable - D or C class at most. A class Espers work better with A class Guides, though it’s not uncommon to surround yourself with a harem of D and C class guides when necessary. The A class are great at raids and make up the majority of the Knights.
S Class Espers are rare. They need more care, they use more power. But, they are strong, the strongest there are and you can only pray that if you meet one, they’re one of the good guys.
You have always had an easy-going personality. It’s not like you don’t have emotions or get angry, you definitely have your moments but, more often than not you just take it one day at a time. There aren’t a lot of regrets in life, though you’re pretty sure if you were to rank them all then signing up as a guide for the Knights of Favonious would be at the top of your list.
The church trains guides specifically for them, though there had been a shortage of applications lately. You think you know why now… The Knights in themselves were a full on bunch. Reliable, certainly, but the rights for guides were never on par with Espers. They’re treated like dolls, toys to be played around with and passed on to the next kid. Always fed, always warm, because if you didn’t take care of your guide then you weren’t taking care of yourself.
You hadn’t checked your guide level since the mandatory test in high school. They were high, showed potential, you just never saw yourself with that level of commitment and… Well, the fate for guides could be a grim one. Physical contact works wonders, but sex? Especially if your energies sync together perfectly, it’s considered a drug in most textbooks. Some guides have been used so often that they become on the brink of death, their energy being funnelled and stolen until they can’t keep themselves alive anymore. Granted, that happens more in the underground market but, it’s a fear nonetheless.
So, when you’re informed that you’re going to be the sole guide for the Captains of the Knights, you were trembling. “Oh! And that includes me,” Grandmaster Varka winks, slapping your back with a laugh as he takes in your morbid expression. ‘Captain’ is such a loose term, as well.
The librarian, Lisa, loved your company whenever she could afford it. “I didn’t think you fought,” you say quietly, face buried in her naked breasts as she held you in her arms. It was a rare moment she wasn’t running around town for one reason or another, so she stole you away to cuddle (after forcing you to strip with her and makeout) in front of the fire.
She giggles at you, nails giving you goosebumps as she trails them over your scalp and down your neck, “Don’t underestimate me, cutie. I may only be Class A, but I can tear down a fort when needed.” She must be referring to the hillichurl camp at the base of Dragonspine. Everyone had heard by now the damage done, and the fact that there was a cryo abyss mage present as well. It wasn’t until you overheard her and Kaeya talking about that you connected the dots.
Kaeya is also an A Class Esper, he’s cunning and manipulative, but you can always trust his information. He’s supposed to be the Calvary captain but you hadn’t seen any horses since you started. Even still, he always finds something to do, and the result can leave you aching between your thighs for days.
Unfortunately, you did know Kaeya from your younger days, though not as friendly as now. He had strayed to your group of friends from time to time, rarely ever talking with you. That was fine, you had a different crush. Then again, who didn’t? Even now, with his cock buried deep into your sopping cunt and your mind half gone, he nibbles at your ear and teases, “I wonder, even when I’m fucking you so good, are you thinking about me or my brother?”
It was a crush that was destined to be afar, but Kaeya still couldn’t hold back from making fun of you for it. Your energy is low, you’re tired, you don’t feel like playing with him today so you acquiesce, “Only you, I can only think of you.”
He hums over you, moving again slowly, your pussy trying desperately to keep his cock confined, “Then you’ll say my name, right?”
“Kaeya,” you breathe, arching your back as he goes a little harder.
It’s broken, crooked, and you’re crying from the stimulation when you come undone. Kaeya is amazing with the aftercare, no matter how long it takes.
.
On days Jean doesn’t have a lot of time to do paperwork or stay in one place, you’re pinned to her side like a pet. Always holding her hand, she never lets you go for even a second, it can get awkward. You’re part of her, an extension of her life she cherishes and that comes with the outcome of her being on autopilot. Your arms is being yanked around as he dramatically tells someone off, explaining how what they did was dangerous and in kindergarten words, stupid.
They pay more attention to you, trying to find your footing as she motions towards them with the hand holding yours, yanking you forward, then back, then causing you to dodge as she spreads her arms wide. Now, you’re pulled into her side as she has her hands on her hips and huffs, “Do you understand it now?”
It takes a second for them to come back to reality after your awkward, puppet dance. They make eye contact with you and you just slowly nod, “Uh, uhm, yes! Yes, ma’am.”
She watches as they hurry off, face relaxing when they leave her sight. Jean sighs and then looks to you, Seeing you fix the heel of your sandals that almost fell off in the process. She gasps softly squeezes your hand, “I’m sorry, I did it again, didn’t I?”
You think out of everyone in the Knights, Jean - by herself without another’s influence - is the most tolerable. You could even say you liked being around her, if her workaholic attitude wasn’t such a drawback. You think if you weren’t shared, you’d probably starve from how easily she gets into her duties and forgets what’s around her. On a good day, you are given snacks, a blanket and perched nicely beside her for hours as she documents and strategises. That being said, even the grumbling of your stomach isn’t enough to break her out of it. Five more minutes can turn into five more hours, easily. It’s her biggest flaw, but who are we if not human, “Yeah, I’m not sure they were really paying attention.”
“That’s… fine.” It wasn’t but she’s not so concerned about that right now. Jean lets go of your hand in favour of cupping your cheeks, “I didn’t hurt you, did I? I’m sorry, I just wanted to prove a point and I got lost in the moment of explaining-“
“I’m okay,” you shake your head, grabbing at her hands to hold them and smile. One time she pulled a little too hard and caused you to yelp, your muscle straining from the sudden movement. You’d think she kicked a puppy with the way she fretted, now, she freaks out every time she realises what she’s been doing, “You don’t need to worry so much. I’m tough!”
Though a little degrading, she smiles down at you and pets your head, “I know. You’re the strongest guide in Mondstat.”
She kisses your forehead and you joke, “I think you mean all of Teyvat.”
Jean interlocks her fingers with your own, “Oh, of course. My apologies.”
.
Guides aren’t treated as well as Espers. It is known. That means when you’re about to clock off and Varka and Lohen walk through the front doors all bloody and tired, no one would care if you were forced into overtime.
Almost as soon as you lock eyes with the psychotic, smaller man, you turn tail and run.
His smile erupts into a twisted grin, “Dearest, darlingest, don’t you run ~”
Varka, too tired to chase after him, merely calls out down the halls, “Bring her to me when you’re done, ‘Kay!”
Lohen likes the chase. Lohen likes the fight. Unfortunately, you miscalculate the turn and bash your shoulder into the corner of the wall, stumbling to a stop as you hiss and squeeze your bicep to try and distribute the pain.
“Oooo, that one’s gotta hurt,” you hear him, hardly out of breath behind you. He crouches down and yanks your shirt down your shoulder, cold fingers giving a delightful sting to the wound, “Oh yeah, gonna leave a mark. You’ve really gotta watch where you’re going, darling.”
Knowing it’s futile to run now, and mostly just wanting to get his ‘love’ time over and done with, you sit back on the tiled floor and groan, “Well, it’s hard to pay attention when there’s a bloodthirsty maniac on my heels.”
He chuckles and stands, taking your arm with him so you stand up too, “Is that really all you see me as? I’m a knight too, you know. A protector of the city.”
“You’re a psychopath who loves to torture people-“ your words are cut off as your back slams into the wall of the hallway, a new ache blooming into the blades of your shoulders.
Lohen runs his nose along your throat and shudders, hands grasping at the rolls of your clothes so he find his way under, “I get a little excited when I fight something strong, and all of a sudden I’m labelled as a monster.”
“We all saw what you did to that Fatui assassin, that’s not normal.”
“He took out half of the unit already, I just stepped up,” he growls lowly, plucking at the clasp of your bra, “No more talk, let’s just do it here.”
..
You hear Varka chastising Lohen for letting you escape after his ‘turn’ with you. During a brief period of rest, and when he started humming about not having anything to wipe you down wth except your clothes, you had sprinted down the hall and away from the man. After a brief wash up in the bathroom, you were now trying to sneak out without getting noticed. Just your luck, as you turn the corner, you run head-first into Durin.
His hands come up to steady you, purple eyes widening as he takes in your clumsily put-together appearance, “Whoa, (Y/n)! You don’t look too well.” And he doesn’t just mean on the outside.
Durin and Albedo are different from the other knights. Alchemists in general have some pretty wild talents, being able to see the visible flow of someone’s aura and energy, however, those two aren’t exactly human, and their abilities far exceed anyone else’s on the team, possibly even all of Mondstat. So, when Durin says you’re not looking well with such a worried gaze, you know it’s probably worse than it feels.
“When was the last time you got to rest?” He takes your hand in his and gently runs the pads of his finger over your knuckles.
You have to try hard to think back to when you got even a full day to yourself. The closest was maybe the 8 hours you got to go home and sleep for, though there wasn’t much time to recuperate. With a shrug, you answer, “I’m not sure, they don’t let me leave for long.”
He hums in annoyance, knowing there isn’t a lot that can hold them off from their favourite guide. Even so, Albedo and himself have vouched for your health multiple times now, despite sometimes being on the same, voracious level as the other knights. Durin begins to guide you up the staircase, way from the exit and towards the blonde’s room, “Let’s go see Albedo, he’ll be able to help.”
A gentle ‘come in’ is muffled through the door after he knocks, the Alchemist standing by one of corner of the room and idly stroking a canvas with a brush. It doesn’t take him long to abandon the art piece in favour of rushing over to you and turning your head from side-to-side, “I told them… Ah, I’m sorry, (Y/n), you’re very strong for being able to put up with their treatment.”
“Will you sign for my time off? Varka keeps making excuses,” you plead, knowing that if anyone could push through then it’s your pseudo-doctor here.
Rather than the aid you were hoping to hear, he merely smiles and let’s go of you for now, “I wish I could but, it’s been so stressful lately and we would all be lost without you. Go have a seat on the couch, I’ll grab the medicine.”
Your shoulders sag in disappointment, legs dragging you to the comfortable furniture while Albedo opens his desk drawer to row of four vials with a translucent, golden liquid inside. Ou hadn’t noticed before that Durin had left to rummage through the cupboard in the hallway, only entering again with a heavy blanket and some pillows. He pops them on the end of the couch and sits beside you, holding your hand for comfort and squeezing, encouraging, “You’re such a brave girl, (Y/n)!”
Durin never gave you the opportunity to say whether or not you were scared of needles, it seems to be in his nature to treat you a little childishly. Albedo returns, long needle in hand and a small tourniquet, “At least we don’t have to use the drip this time.” Unlike the worst of them, where you had collapsed in Jean’s arms and she had to rush you to him for treatment.
It’s a slow process, a lot of liquid needs to go in to properly recover you. Usually, you sleep while it does its magic, hence the blankets and pillows. As he carefully injects the rest of it, you ask meekly, “Can I please go home and rest? I just want my bed.”
Albedo exhales, having to disappoint you again, “No can do, we need to monitor you in case something happens.”
“But nothing ever happens,” you argue, scowling while he covers the injection point with a ball of cotton and tape, unlatching the tourniquet.
Durin pipes up happily, “Don’t worry, (Y/n)! At least while you’re here, you can lie down with me again.”
You’re pulled and adjusted like a doll, wedged between the back of the couch and Durin’s warm, cosy body under the blanket. It’s very comfortable, you can ever deny that, but it’s not home.
You’ve almost fallen asleep when Albedo quietly mentions, “The construction for your new room is almost complete, not long now.”
Whatever that means, though the pit of dread in your stomach isn’t enough to deter you from closing your eyes for the rest of the night.
.
“What’ve you got there, sweetheart?” Varka smiles from behind his mountain of paperwork, more than happy to accept the distraction before him.
When you hand in the folded letter, he takes your wrist and walks you around the desk, sitting you across his thighs so he can have your head cuddled into his chest. He sighs wistfully, opening the letter as you begin to explain, “I’m handing in my letter of resignation. I really appreciate the opportunity I’ve been given but-“
He doesn’t have the letter open for long, placing it quickly on his desk and shaking his head in disbelief, “Whoa whoa whoa, now, where is all this coming from? Do you know how special you are? Not just anyone can match the energy of us knights, you know. Leaving us would be like leaving Mondstat to the monsters beyond our walls.”
You twiddle your thumbs, keeping your eyes averted because you know you’d feel bad if you met his baby blues, “You guys did just fine without me before. And it’s really taking a toll on my body. Albedo had to treat me for the second time in a month-“
He interrupts you again, meeting your concerns with his own facts, “We went through so many guides before you, it was only a matter of time before the knights would collapse. You saved us. You save the city each and every day just by being here. I’ll go over the rules again with everyone, make them calm down when using you. But I also need to know, are you taking care of yourself when you leave, (Y/n)?”
Your face twists from anxiety, to annoyance, and now confusion, “Pardon?”
Varka sighs, tilting your chin up so his worried gaze can bore into your soul, “We bathe you, feed you, put you to bed, but all I hear when you come back from your time off is that you’ve been rotting away in your room the whole time.” He holds his hand up to shush you when you open your mouth, “I know, I know. It’s because you’re ‘so exhausted from work.’ But is that really it? And if you were to go into a shut down somewhere Albedo or one of the knights can’t get to you easily, I’d lose myself with guilt for not being able to keep you safe.”
You reach for the paper on his desk, “That’s why I think it’s best if I leave-“
“If you permanently move into the base of the Knights of Favonius,” he interlocks his fingers with yours before you can even touch the paper. With a large grin, he leans down to snuggle his nose against yours, cutely, “You didn’t really put enough thought into this resignation thing. That’s okay! Let’s try having you move here first and see if that helps your health.”
Now, you’re scowling at him, trying to pull away from the strong grip he has on you, “Grandmaster Varka, I don’t want to do that. I’ve given you my two weeks and-“
As if you could get even one sentence out with this delusional man. He tightens his fingers around yours until you’re wincing into silence, “I’m afraid you’re not understanding me. I’m denying your resignation, sweetheart. You’re too precious, too valuable to have escape. I love you, but I have to look after my own as well, y’know?”
LOVED THE LOHEN FIC SM MWAHHH (same anon that simped for lohen hehe) but moe i just wanted to say ive been reading your works for so long. I remember the first time I saw your albedo monster fucking fic in like 2021 (lowkey made me discover things) your the reason i got into dark fic writing and I’ve been checking your blog every now and then for almost the past 5 years. Finally got the courage to say it but thank you your writing has been feeding me for years and its always so delicious.
I saw a comment on another fic a bit after I posted that Albedo one and I realised *I* was the weird one for being surprised that other people were surprised lmao.
Thank you for being such a loyal and loving reader. I’m ashamed my writing has gone downhill but I’m grateful to still have you at my dinner table. Please remember to feed me when I’m old and grey.
Would you think about writing more of that specific Lohen fic??? It's soooo good, you wrote him soooo good.
Omg thank you so much I hope I can keep him so sadistic and mean. I’d definitely be up for doing lil things like daddy Zhongli au thing (no it’s not abandoned) I have ideas of lil blurbs and stories for Lohen and his broken darling 💜 I’m open to your reader interpretations too!
non-con, violence, trauma, reader is not having a good time, strangling, it’s less romantic more psychopathic
The smell of the battlefield was no different from what you're used to - blood, mud, shit and, sweat.
Your position is a new one, though. Alone in the wet dirt, slowly turning to mud beneath you as the gentle drizzle of rain falls a bit harder. It's refreshing on your heated flesh, your cheeks feeling satisfied from the cool sensation rather than the hot tears you were choking over only moments ago.
Surprisingly, as you relaxed your body, the pain seemed to dull. Not disappear, just thump and ache in consistent ticks. Your right arm is gone, lost somewhere beneath another body, perhaps. There's that bastard's knife in bicep of your left arm, one of your legs must be broken, your ribs definitely broken. It hurt, but...
In this calming rain on the finally silent battlefield, you think you're ready to sleep. If you wake up later, so be it. If you die, so be it.
"You're fun, you're so fucking fun," a body stops the rain from landing on your face, the man's head grinning above yours as he bends over to get a good look at you. He's got a large bruise forming on his cheek, his nose crooked and blood smudged down his chin. His outfit is torn, leg with a nasty gash, you're quite proud with the work you did on him. He sighed and cupped his nose, cracking it back into place, "I'm really annoyed at that guy who barged in on our fight, you may still have both arms if he didn't... Well, not that it matters now, I'd still insist on taking a limb or three."
You're voice is croaky, and you're sure you swallow a tooth as you open your mouth, preferably your own, "Is everyo-one dead?"
He crouches beside you, the tip of his finger nudging the knife in your arm and making you hiss, "Pretty much. I just killed the last soldier in your group, my side is back at camp."
You're not sure if you narrow your eyes or the swelling just gets tighter around your brows, "Then why are you here?"
"For my knife," he slowly pushes it deeper, a broken whine creaking up your throat. The smile on his face could be called loving, if he weren't covered in blood and it wasn't your pain he was enjoying, "And maybe for you. You don't look like a soldier."
"I'm not. Just a sell sword paid to fight."
"Oh, giving up information so easily?"
You close your eyes again, the ground a lot softer and nicer to rest upon now, except the mud soaking into your open wound of an arm is starting to sting. "The quicker I tell you what you want, the quicker you'll leave me alone," you get quieter, more tired, it's starting to get difficult to talk.
He clicks his tongue and murmurs, "I'm not so sure about that." He clumsily removes a belt from his chest, spikes decorating the black leather as though they were bullets.
Lohen uses it as a torniquet for your arm, a sharp hiss pulled from you as he tightens it above the torn flesh. You huff out a breath from the pain, voice strained, "What're you doing?"
"Can't have you bleeding out just yet," he licks his lips as he falls back on his knees, one hand sliding down to his crotch and lifting his engorged cock through the fabric. You've met some sick fucks, but you never expected one of them to be on the side of the 'good guys'. He bites his lip so hard he reopens a split wound, "Like I said, you're fun. Don't I deserve a war prize? C'mon, dangerous girl, you survived our fight so I know you can survive this."
With the knife still in your arm, he uses his fingers and teeth to tear away what little is left of your clothes. The muddy, torn pants are ripped in the zipper so he can reach your cunt, the bandages around your breasts shredded between his smile when unravelling gets too inconvenient. It hurts to move a finger, so trying to kick your leg is on par with having your gut punched. Even so, you try your best to nudge him off, "S-Stop it! You're crazy!"
He can easily ignore your feeble attempts but, that's no fun. Instead, he grabs the knife handle and jiggles it a bit, inhaling deeply as though he can submerge himself in the sound of your wail, "Yeah, I've been told. I bet they gave you a really nice offer to fight against me, hey? Only because they knew they wouldn't have to pay you in full." He doesn't let go of the blade, only needing one hand to free his aching cock. Fully erect, leaking, his veins ready to burst at the thought of fucking his sparring partner into the mud of this battlefield. A long finger runs up your pussy, from your puckered anus to your sensitive clit, though his smile drops quite quickly at that, "Awh, really, you're so dry! Am I the only one who enjoyed our fight?"
It's embarrassing, you keep trying to use your missing arm to push him off since your other one is held down, only succeeding in making a fool of yourself.
"No matter, there's no better lubricant than blood!" You shout at him to stop when you feel his fingers swipe at the cut where the knife meets your flesh, gathering a sufficient amount before smearing it over his cock. Lohen becomes the most horrifying thing you've ever seen; his eyes glowing behind the rain, broken nose bleeding over his lips, teeth and down his chin, a bloody cock probing at your entrance. He reinforces his grip on the knife, the head pushed through your hole, "I've been fantasizing of this all fight."
You scream. Your cracked ribs are thrusted up as your hips are pushed in, the knife plunged even deeper while he keeps himself steady so he can fuck into your tight pussy, the blood hardly a relief. You've felt pain, you've felt fear, but you never thought your death would end like this. People fight to kill, you wouldn't let them get this far with you. Either they die, or you. A lot of people made threats of raping you, immobilising you so you could take them like a proper whore, but you always shut them up for good. It was a risk being a woman in your field.
Even so, you knew you were good. Always judging your opponents, not taking on something you didn't think you could handle. A war was dangerous, you knew the risks, you just didn't calculate how bad it could be.
"Please..." and you've never sounded so timid. Fuck the missing arm, fuck the knife in your muscle, how could a knight degrade you like this? It's not fair. It'snotfairIt'snotfairIt'snotfairIt'snotfair- "Please, just stop!"
His eyes widen, the blended, red colour of his iris complimenting the dusted blush on his cheeks, "You're begging me? You give off such a prideful personality, I must admit I wasn't expecting this." His free hand pushes heavily on your gut, making you gasp at the ache of him smothering his dick inside you, "Ugh- I can’t decide what I love more, the expression in your eyes when you try to kill me, or the tears in your lashes when you beg.”
Your stomach is full, grunts and moans and whines mixed between the both of you in the dead field. Little ‘plaps!’ of rain next to your ears helps muffle the squelch between your legs, but not the filthy words from the knight’s mouth. Suddenly, the flesh in your arm feels as though it’s being pulled outwards, your breath caught in your lungs at the pain, “Hah! Fuck-“
It gets worse when he drops the weapon in favour of clenching your wound between his fingers, blood bubbling and spilling over his hand and into the earth. “Even your pussy is trying to snap my dick off, was pulling out worse than pushing in? Ha!”
You’re sobbing, hiccuping, aching - He’s moaning, drooling and cumming.
“Cumming, ah, fuck, you’re making me cum all inside you,” he jitters, pushing deeper and squeezing harder. Your lost limb is thumping against the ground, your wounded arm is being crushed to the point you’re unsure if it’s snapped or not. “Look at me, look at me.”
You don’t. You scrunch your eyes and throw your head side to side.
“Tsk,” too fast for you to notice, his other hand strangles your throat, pinching your skin as he cuts off air, “I said, look at me.”
Aside from the choking, the growl in his voice also drove a pit deeper into your stomach. You splutter, feel the veins in your skin constrict as the blood has nowhere to go, and you’re sure your face is turning an unhealthy colour. It’s terrifying being so helpless. The one hand you have is being held down, the hand doesn’t even exist and you’re just thrashing it deeper into the mud.
Lohen is satisfied. He’s grinning at your fear, waiting until the last moment to let you free. You wheeze and gasp, not giving him any attention when he pulls out of your throbbing hole, all blood and cum on his cock while he pumps the remainder up your stomach. “So pretty,” he hums, stroking until he’s soft, flaccid enough to let hang while he massages his semen into your skin, “Don’t worry, I can be nicer, promise.”
You’ve disassociated by the time he’s fixed himself up and wrapped whatever’s left of your rags on you. He steadies his heels in the mud so he can lift you up, limp in his arms to carry you away. Surely this is the end, they’ll see you’re a lost cause and leave you to die.
You have to die. If the wounds and the enemy don’t kill you, then you’re sure the trauma will.
.
Waking up was the worst outcome. You’re not sure when you went to sleep, probably officially when they sedated you. Now, you were awake and aware again.
You stare over the cobblestone city you were trying to help invade, the sky sunny and the people peaceful. You’re glad nothing bad happened to them, you’re not a monster, just doing your best in the circumstances you were given.
And perhaps this is your comeuppance.
A missing arm, broken leg, broken ribs, knife wound messing with your nerves, too many internal injustices to remember. Mentally, you were worse. He was a beast on the battlefield amongst the living, a monster when everyone was dead.
Surprisingly, the people interrogating you weren’t so mean. They listen to your story about who you are, that you were fighting for the enemy because that’s what you do; fight for the person who pays. It was a surprised to them that they’ve turned to your kind for help, giving them a slight hope that their own armies were dwindling. You didn’t know anything about that as you were only told to kill and defend. You did admit there were others like you, though. It was a decent mix of people this battle.
They cuff you to the arm of the wheelchair you’re placed on, still not strong enough to walk or use crutches. Obviously, you’re not left to be free, so you’re going to stay under surveillance for a while. You’ll still be fed, bathed, looked after.
You couldn’t care less. As long as you weren’t on that battlefield with that terrible, horrible man.
Again, fate really must hate you.
You’re sat in a manor away from the city and told to wait. Having nowhere else to go nor the keys to the cuffs, you obey.
Footsteps echo in the empty home, your ears pricking to the sound of them in the hallway, keys jingling as they make their way to the door and lock it. Finally, they emerge into the lounge room where you’ve been waiting, and you can finally believe Hell is real.
He notices your frantic pulling in the cuff before you do, quickly coming your way to help, “Hey now, you’re going to wreck your wrist and open up the stitches if you keep doing that.”
“Get away from me!” You scream, loud and hoarse enough to make him halt in his place. Even you are shocked at how primal you sound, though more than anything all you can do is recall the ache, the stench, the evil gleam in his eyes during that wretched night on the battlefield. “You,” you tremble, non-blinking in case during that one millisecond of vulnerability he strikes, “Why is it you? Shouldn’t you be fighting? Or-or better yet, in prison? You’re a knight. They wouldn’t tolerate your actions.”
Lohen holds up a key ring, smiling down at your pitiful self, “First, let me uncuff you. I think we both know you’re no threat to escape here.” Other than straining away from him, you don’t even breathe as he bends over to release your cufflink. Automatically, you go to rub the sore skin with your other hand, a sad truth you’ll have to get used to sooner or later. He steps back, waiting patiently until you’ve settled again, “I requested you be in my care, said we had quite the moment on the battlefield. Trust me, there are worse places for you.”
“I doubt it,” you snap back, venomously.
He smirks at your response, “There’s that fire in you I love. Some of your colleagues from one of your camps are naked and held in pillorys throughout the city. Others chained in damp parts of the dungeon.”
The muscles in your face twitch, little shivers wracking your entire body as you sit, vulnerable before this monster, “I just don’t understand. Are you going to kill me, this time?”
With a laugh, he stands to his full height and walks behind the couch, picking up a brown bag and tossing it to the cushions. “No, I don’t plan to. I just want you here for myself, a little house wife of my own. Everyone always talks about them at headquarters, how nice having someone to hold at the end of each expedition feels.”
“You don’t seem like the type to want a domesticated type of life,” you murmur back, eyes shifting between him and the bag. You’re finding it difficult to think, too much happening in your mind even when seemingly not a lot is going on. He just stands there, but the fact that it’s him makes it a big deal. The distance, his stance, the way his breaths are too controlled to notice, the gentle slope of his eyes not enough to hide the hunger you’ve witnessed yourself. You’ve fought four legged beasts kinder than him.
“I didn’t think I was, either but, here we are.” He claps his hands and makes his way to the bag, “Now! Let’s move on to the rules, it’s always a good starting point. I have a few things here,” he pulls out a leather collar with two, metal rings on it, “this goes around your neck. I can cuff your arm to it to keep you restrained, and latch a leash to it at the same time in case you try to run.” He winks at you, as though it’s a little joke and not a threat, “But I’m sure we’ll find some other, more fun uses for it. Mainly, it’s to keep you controlled when we go out; you’re still a prisoner, after all.”
There’s more in the bag he’s too eager to show. Thick, padded cuffs for your ankles, all sorts of straps and ropes for your chair or the bed or frankly, whatever he wants to do with them. A crop whip with a little, leather tag for misbehaviour. A chain leash.
“Oh, shit, okay enough of that. I’m getting too heated, let’s just get you bathed and dressed, yeah?” He stops himself, having to readjust his pants as he walks away. Soon, a tap turns on and the sound of a bath running is all you hear.
You never should’ve taken this job. Granted, they might’ve killed you for disobeying and refusing to fight, but anything would’ve been better than what you went through. Being publicly beheaded is nicer than privately tortured and raped.
When he returns shirtless, he must notice the horror and dread in your gaze, holding his hands to his hips as he tuts, “You’re not going to scream when I touch you, are you?”
It takes a second for you to think, resulting honestly, “I don’t know.”
He sighs and begins his walk behind you, taking his time as you tense the closer he gets. You hold your breath until you physically can’t anymore when he starts to wheel you away, “I was caught up in the moment on the battlefield. I won’t be like that again… Well, not unless you provoke me. I can’t say I’ll be gentle, I mean, you can surely piece that together by now. But, I will let you heal. I’ll make sure you’re fed, and when you get your strength back, we can even spar again. Safely, this time.”
Won’t sparring just provoke him? You don’t voice your concern. You stay silent as you reach the bathroom, steam heavy in the air.
“I’m going to undress you now, okay? Don’t worry, we’ll get through this.” His fingers itch to hook into your pants, that wicked smile spreading as he crouches down before you, “I can’t wait to see how your mind handles the next few months. We’re going to have so much fun, wifey.”
Your breath hitches and the tears start when you feel his cold fingers touch the warm skin of your waist. You try not to scream, but all you can recall is the way those same fingers curled into a fist and punched your gut as you came.
BRO WHEN I WAS WATCHING THE LEAKS HIS BURST MADE ME FUCKING GASP LIKE GENUINELY i need that lil sadist omg🥀🥀 im usually not so much into sadists but i would endure the cruitiatus curse for him so long as he would look at me with that creepy ass smile😽
AMD ON THE TOPIC OF HIS CREEPY SMILE....HIS NAMECARD!?!??!?!?!?!??!?!
IM SORRY I saw this earlier and I didn’t even know his name card until you told me I was like HUH and HOOOOOOOOOH goodbye money 💸
please write something for lohen his ult got me feeling things like i genuinely need this man to stab me and tell me how im so good for taking him so well
