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[lunariyan]

Just a scratch

[chrollogy]

[duckyriccy]

lohen wants u to choke him content | nsfw, fem!reader, pet name used lit once, estab relationship, masochism, short drabble

“c’mon bunny, don’t be shy,” he cooed. “just imagine i’m a big, scary monster.”

lohen hovered on top of you, his face and body inches from yours. with every sigh of mockery he made, you shuddered from the intensity.

“i—i’m not gonna do that,” you rasped quietly. “choking? lohen, you’re—”

you cut yourself off. of course lohen was crazy. you had no right to act shocked.

he chuckled. every sound he made only felt like a shivering taunt. it’d make your heart bristle every single time.

with those fogged, dazed, red eyes, he stared right into you as he said, “are you scared you’ll hurt me? hah, i’m flattered.”

before you can say anything — process anything, he flipped the two of you in a secure yet winding whirl, making you now nestled on his hips, looking down at him where he was flat on his back.

his cold hands slowly, clinically rubbed up and down along your hips. as if you were just a delicate little thing. a delicate little thing that he just asked to choke him.

“do it,” he said, his voice hoarse and expectant.

you took a deep breath. looking into those bumbling, big, red eyes of his, you couldn’t bring yourself to deny any of his requests. especially when you were on top of him, feeling the faint twitching of his cock beneath you.

your hands found his torso, feeling the outline of him as they languidly traced their way to his neck. and then, once your hands gripped him firmly, and you noticed an excited flare in lohen’s eyes;

ack!

the intense, mind-numbing pressure of your fingertips disturbing his larynx caused lohen to make incessant, curdling sputtering sounds. he slightly jolted himself more flush against you, causing your breath to hitch. you softened your grip for a mere moment.

lohen coughed raggedly. “what’s wrong?” he heaved. “don’t worry, i’m enjoying it,” he purred.

you didn’t need him to say it to know that he was enjoying it. as you squeezed the flesh of him once more, you could feel his dick stirring to life in his pants. and his bulge pressed warmly against your dampened underwear.

shit.

— ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

[eepylohen]

an inappropriate time for a marriage proposal

lohen x gn!reader

summary: lohen is bleeding out in your arms while you desperately try to heal him, but blood loss makes him just a little too honest.

tags: lohen is down bad, comedy, fluff, tension, lightkeeper!reader, they're not together (yet)... but they're obviously in love, delirious confessions, drabble

i know i have, like, ten other things i should be writing, but i could not stop thinking about that meme with lohen... ahdkjashd... i really want to write that divorced!au, but man, i don't have enough ideas to turn it into a full fic!!!!

...also, can y'all tell me if my lohen is... uh, too obsessed? i love yearning men, but i think my lohen might be... too much of a yearner. 😭 please tell me if y'all fw him... because maybe i should tone him down if he feels too ooc...

Maybe it was for the best that Lohen had never had many friends. Not because he was an exceptionally insufferable asshole who loved getting under people's skin, but because if there had been more people in his life who genuinely cared about him...

They'd probably be having heart attacks right about now.

Which, unfortunately, was nothing new where Lohen was concerned. He always fought as though he had nine lives tucked away in reserve. Honestly, you wished he actually did.

"Lohen!" You dropped to your knees beside him, catching him in your arms. Your hands lit up with the power of your vision, its energy bringing comfort as you pressed them against his bleeding wound. "Lohen, can you hear me?!"

"Loud and clear, nightingale," he murmured, somehow still managing to flash you that infuriatingly cocky grin. If one of your hands hadn't been busy keeping pressure on his wound, you would've happily wiped that expression right off his face. "Don't you look beautiful with all that fear in your pretty eyes?"

Lohen lifted a hand and cupped your cheek. Your eyes widened.

He still had the strength — and the audacity — to tease you.

His fingertips stroked your skin with surprising tenderness, but they were slick with blood, smearing crimson across your cheek. You barely noticed. You were too focused on stabilizing him. By now, you'd grown used to the fact that even a dying Lohen could still be a monumental pain in the ass.

"It'd be wonderful if you'd stop squirming, Lohen. I'm trying to keep pressure on your wound," you snapped, irritation creeping into your voice. The second you'd gotten word that he was hurt, you'd run here like a mad person. And instead of showing even the slightest bit of gratitude for the fact that you were saving his life, he was making your job even harder.

Lohen was, without a doubt, your favorite patient.

Yeah, right.

He chuckled, utterly unbothered.

"It's not my fault you're so pretty I can't keep my hands off you," he mumbled, his voice noticeably weaker. You frowned. "Oh I want to marry you so badly, nightingale."

"What?"

Lohen looked you straight in the eyes as he said it. Shamelessly. His smile was fading, but the spark in his eyes refused to die.

What an idiot.

"I can't wait to come home and find you waiting in the doorway with a knife in your hand, furious that I'm late again and covered in blood. You can even stab me if you want. I won't mind. I just want to see that beautiful, angry face of yours before I kiss you and beg your forgiveness," he murmured, sounding almost wistful. "But I promise I'll be a good husband to you, nightingale."

As absurd as the whole situation was, you could feel your cheeks burning. Lohen was delirious.

Damn it. He'd lost enough blood that he was rambling now, completely unaware of the nonsense spilling from his mouth.

Which was why his eyes—

Why were his eyes so full of love...?

"Lohen, please. Don't push yourself. I'm almost done—"

"I think I might be in love with you," Lohen said with complete seriousness, looking straight in your soul, utterly devoted. You went pale. The marriage jokes could still be explained away somehow, but a confession? Oh, Archons. "Will you marry me someday, nightingale?"

Still shocked, you were just about to answer when his hand suddenly went limp, slipping from your cheek as his eyes slowly drifted shut.

"Is he dead?" Varka asked, sounding far more amused than concerned.

You bit your lip and looked up at him, mortified.

"No. He just passed out," you replied. "He lost a lot of blood. But I've stabilized him, so..."

Varka burst into laughter. You let out a miserable groan.

He kept talking — probably making fun of Lohen — but you barely heard a word. Your eyes remained fixed on Lohen's face, peaceful and relaxed at last. Even if it was covered in blood. That was beside the point.

Something tightened painfully in your chest at the thought that Lohen felt safe enough to fall asleep in your arms. Safe enough to let himself be completely vulnerable with you.

… No.

It wasn't because of you. Varka was here too. That had to be it.

Besides, Lohen had been delirious. People said all kinds of ridiculous things after losing that much blood. And yet...

You would never admit it out loud, but the idea of marrying Lohen didn't seem all that terrible. 

After all, as his spouse, you'd have every right to stab him whenever he pulled something like this again. That was the appeal. The freedom to punish him. Nothing more. Surely.

Really.

You brushed a stray lock of hair away from his forehead, your fingers lingering as you gently stroked his hair. Lohen visibly relaxed beneath your touch. You couldn't help but smile.

He was adorable.

As long as he wasn't talking nonsense.

[counterblows]

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐞

𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Suggestive warning, drink sharing through mouth-to-mouth, if that grosses you out you can scroll 😭

A quick one! Was inspired by this IG reel hehe

“You wanna try some?”

Carlos never would’ve thought your question, seemingly innocent, would have a knock on effect on him.

He glanced at the glass in your hand that you were holding near him, your offer hanging between you for a few beats.

The drink was pale in colour, ice cubes clinking softly against the sides whenever you moved it. Condensation beaded along the outside of the glass, slipping down your fingers.

“Sure,” Carlos answered. “I’ll have a sip”

He expected you to hand him the glass. Instead, you brought the straw to your lips and took a slow drink while maintaining eye contact, as if you never even offered.

Carlos pressed his lips together, a faint crease appeared between his brows in confusion.

“… You serious? Are you gonna drink the whole thing first or—”

Before he could finish his sentence, your hand found his jaw. You surged forward and pressed your lips firmly onto his, parting them slightly.

The taste of your drink hit his mouth instantly. He felt a sample of it land on his tongue from your mouth.

A creamy sweetness chased by a lime zest.

Carlos made a surprised sound against your lips once he realised what was going on, too stunned to pull away.

You tilted your head slightly, giving him a proper taste before finally drawing back with a smug smile.

“There,” you murmured. “Now you tried it.”

Carlos could only stare in silence, trying to process what just happened.

The taste of your drink still lingered in his mouth, and perhaps the first time in his life, a kiss had managed to leave him completely speechless.

His eyes were locked on your lips as you took another sip, finishing off the last bit of your beverage. He watched for a moment as the liquid started to disappear in the straw.

“You can’t….” he muttered, his voice starting to lose its footing. “You can’t just… do shit like that.”

You blinked. “What? You said you wanted to try some.”

“That is not what I meant.”

The worst part was you looked completely pleased with yourself, as though transferring a drink through a kiss was a perfectly normal way to share a beverage.

“So… Do you like it?” you asked, purposely trying to prod him now.

“That’s not—” he couldn’t even finish his sentence

To his horror, he caught himself smacking his lips slightly, trying to taste the remnants of sweetness still left in his mouth.

You grinned immediately. “Sounds like you liked it.”

It wasn’t necessarily the fact that you’d made the first move that caught him off guard. Over the course of your relationship, the two of you had grown comfortable enough to initiate things freely. Whether it was a kiss or stealing each other's space.

The problem was that you always managed to surprise him with something new. There was always some new phrase, some strange habit, some ridiculous little thing he’d never encountered before.

And somehow, it always happened when he least expected it.

Part of him found that incredibly attractive, however.

“Want another taste?” you asked.

Carlos nearly choked on air, but he didn’t respond.

“Well?”

“You’re not gonna hand me the glass, are you?”

You shook your head.

Carlos would be lying if he said didn’t enjoy it and wouldn’t want another taste, even if it was just a little.

Not because of the drink… not entirely.

Because it was coming from you.

He agreed silently.

You took one final sip, draining the last of the drinks before setting the empty glass onto the countertop with a soft clink.

Then you closed the distance between you again.

This time, Carlos knew what was coming and he was ready for you. His lips parted slightly as you leaned in, meeting you halfway when your mouth found his.

The lingering sweetness from your drink reached him a second later and Carlos could properly savor it.

Cold lime.

Sweet condensed milk.

His arms slipped around your waist, pulling you closer without a second thought. Your hands slid from his jaw to the back of his neck, settling there comfortably.

When you finally pulled away, Carlos found himself following for half a second before catching himself.

Your breath fanned softly against his mouth.

Carlos licked the remaining sweetness from his lips before a slow smirk formed at his mouth. The initial shock fizzled out, his usual confidence returning in full force.

Carlos pulled you closer until he settled back onto the couch, guiding you onto his lap.

“Y’know, I think I’m starting to appreciate this delivery method,” he murmured against your mouth.

“Yeah? You were malfunctioning just a few seconds ago,” you teased.

“Temporary system error.”

He kissed you first this time, pulling you closer until there was barely any space between you.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: @shypervydolly @alextheripper1985 @def-not-daria @kate-writes @millabela (lmk if you wanna be tagged for Carlos stuff)

I have two more longer fic ideas to share. But in the meantime, could you humour me in my inbox for a second— What do you think my blog would smell like? I’m imagining coffee, grease, fries.

[haniekai]

CAPTAIN SAVE A HOE!

SYNOPSIS | why would lohen need a choker, when you can just wrap your hand around his neck?

NOTE | wrote this in one sitting while at the laundry shop listening to this song lol, this is set before the expedition btw

1,334| WARNINGS: lohen.

“that looks a little too tight.”

lohen hums mindlessly, lifting his head up to look at you with an eyebrow raised in confusion. he was just about to let sleep invade his senses, but for you, he'd spend every waking moment drinking in your words.

you sit on your desk, seemingly still focused on writing your report. your hand flies across the pages in a speed that makes lohen almost wish it was him you were working on. a shame, really, that you chose to pour all your undivided attention into paperwork. being a captain must be hard, or an acting captain, in your position.

surely, adorno can still handle some paperwork without breaking a bone, right?

“what is?”

“that thing.” you spare him a look, and he musters the resistance to look pleased upon your divine gaze.

overdramatic and down bad, that he is.

“what thing?”

the sigh that escaped you brought a grin to his face, pushing his arm to sit up from the couch. “come on, don't leave a guy like me hanging. we both know your mind flows like the wind. i can't possibly guess what goes and what stays in your mind. hopefully, me.”

he considers it an achievement and pats himself on the back when you snort at his theatrics.

“that horrid thing around your neck.”

“the choker, you mean?” lohen plays with the aforementioned object, pinching the fabric between two fingers. evidently the fabric did not stretch at all when he pulled just a little, proving your earlier statement. “it's comfy!”

“in what way?” you quirk a brow in confusion. “i hardly believe being choked by a fabric no less can be described as comfortable.”

“i like to be a little breathless!” he chirps.

“masochistic thing you are.”

lohen laughs delightfully, now pushing himself to his height and approaching your desk with a pep to his step. a voice at the back of your mind screams at you; this was the consequences of speaking out loud! maybe you should've kept your mouth shut if you wanted to get your piled up work done by the end of the day, but it's too late for regrets–for the biggest regret of your life now sits his pretty little butt at the corner of your desk with an eager (evil) smile.

“you can feel around it if you want!”

what a freak, you thought.

although wrapping your dextrous fingers around his throat to shut him up does sound… appealing, for the lack of better words. there's probably a lot of better words for it, you just prefer to describe it that way, really.

and lohen has a lot of appealing traits, sadomasochism aside not included.

“just say you want me to choke the life out of you.”

“don't tease me with a good time, my captain!”

his pale complexion flushes at the thought and you shudder at what kind of imagery his mind is capable of creating. surely, his deadly creative brain can come up with a lot. his collection of poison will tell you so.

“you're a freak.”

“you like me freaky, admit it. my freaky brings color to your boring reality.” he lowers his upper body to your height, resting all his weight on an arm. “come on, you can give it a tug. i won't bite.”

he will, in every way possible, you're sure of it.

something comes to your mind, an idea that sounds so inappropriate for someone like the two of you, the acting captain and vice captain of the fifth company. before you can even stop yourself, your eyes glimpse at the offending fabric for a millisecond,. a mistake, for you suddenly feel the room become chilly. you immediately tear your gaze away, praying to the sevens that he wasn't paying attention and caught the way your eyes dilated for just a tiny bit.

you knew better though, he definitely saw through it.

“who is the world of fashion even thought of tailoring something that constricts normal human functions?” the hand you use to write resumes its work in an effort to ignore his intense stare. sharp eyes piercing the paper with stellar focus the same way your spear impaled the monster you fought a thousand times before.

but it was meaningless to try and divert your attention, when this menace literally thrives on whatever you give him.

a finger appears in your vision–the lack of urge to smack it away disappointed you, how weak have you become?–lifting your chin up so you are forced to look straight into mischievous teal-crimson eyes, twinkling with too much mirth.

lohen's not gonna let you get away with this at all, isn't he?

“i insist, my dear captain.”

the sound of a thread snapping broke your composure.

try as you might, you knew you wouldn't back down in a fight when it comes to lohen. perhaps he had forgotten that you were as conniving as he is? and possibly more than he is? there was no one who could match his energy other than you, despite the obvious difference in your attitudes. you wouldn't let your vice captain get the upper hand, when you are the one in charge of things. it has been a while since you've reminded him who has the authority between your ranks.

perhaps, you can treat this as a warrant for discipline.

“since you're giving me your utmost permission, vice captain lohen.”

lohen felt the frisson course through his nerves when your voice toned deeper. he's over the moon when your wonderful hand raises itself to his neck, thrilled to the bone he can feel his whole body shake with anticipation.

it's hot, too hot, just the sight of your hand near his skin got him excited. it rivals the adrenaline he gets when he's about to engage in a fight. it shows in the way his cheeks flushed uncontrollably and a small gasp involuntarily escaped from the back of his throat when your skin touched his–almost sounding like a whimper.

except, you didn't just tug at the fabric around his neck.

lohen jolted when he felt your fingers wrap around his neck, pushing the palm against the bulge of his adam's apple and applying pressure around the base of his neck. when you're certain you've got a good grip around him, you tug him lower with no restraint, never mind the strength you were currently applying around his neck. your lips are near touching, and he swears the only oxygen he needs is the one coming out from your mouth.

he can handle a little squeeze, won't he?

“fuck.”

the word slipped out like honey from his curved lips, eyes blown wide.

“i think you could handle something more, hm, tighter, yes?”

he's feeling light headed and it wasn't even just from the way you squeezed your lovely fingers around his neck. you were staring at him like a predator, sharp eyes filled with so much more than you've ever expressed before. you've never been this carefree (sexy) and, archons, he is loving every second of it. he can stay like this all day. after all, every breath he breathes is for you.

“we should include underwater training in our program next, yes? you're breathless, a little too soon for my liking.”

you sound too casual in such an untimely position, like you don't have your fingers wrapped around him like a tool. lohen struggles to nod against your grip when your fingers press against a particular spot at the side of his neck. a loud whimper echoed across the office. he couldn't care less for underwater training, when he can just have your hand just like this.

“yes, captain.”

the sound was throaty, rough, and all that is not his usual confident voice.

“good, we will discuss it further once i'm done with you.”

“huh?”

if he wasn't relying his weight on your desk, he would be on his knees right now at the sight of your sinister smile.

[bookishgalaxies]

𝐍𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡

summary: Lohen is brought to the frostmoon scions in an unconscious state after facing against Rerir. Luama calls upon you to heal him, as she knows you and Lohen are close. You didn’t expect you’d have to help him with more than just physical wounds

type: oneshot, lohen x gn!vision holder!frostmoon scion!healer!reader, not proofread

warnings: mentions of arousal (lohen gets a boner), slightly suggestive content, negative self talk, mentions of wounds

a/n: I had to step back from event stuff to write this because it had been ROTTING MY BRAIN.

▶︎• ၊၊||၊|။|||||။၊|။ purple by Olivia Rodrigo ၊၊||၊|။|||||။၊|။ • ▶︎

When Luama had shown up on your doorstep with news about the knights returning from the fight with Rerir, you feared the worst.

Lohen couldn’t have died, could he? No, that was impossible, he was simply to….stubborn.

He wasn’t allowed to die, not yet. You hadn’t gotten to tell him you had fallen for his sadistic antics. You had yet to pull him in close and shut him up with a kiss. There were so many things you wanted to do with the Vice Captain, to say to him.

“Ease your mind, he is not dead.” Luama assured you in her gentle voice

“But he needs your help. He was badly injured in the fight with Rerir.” Luama added, putting a gentle hand on your shoulder

“Where is he? I will go straight away.” You insisted, moving to hastily to gather your things

Luama watched you stumble around your home and gather things in a large bag. You looked like you weren’t just going to heal a patient but instead travel across the Sumeru desert.

“You don’t need to bring everything but the kitchen wash basin.” She weakly joked, trying to ease your mind

“I’m not leaving his side until he is well.” You informed her, walking out of your house behind her

She led you to the small tent where he was being kept. He was laid unconscious on a cot, his coat already having been taken off. You saw the tears in his shirt revealing deep cuts that needed stitching.

You were quick to lay out your medical supplies on a small table beside the cot. Taking out a bottle of alcohol and a cloth to apply it to his wounds.

Seeing the Vice Captain so still was—odd—to say the least. His face was frozen in peaceful slumber with his lips slightly parted as he breathed. His muted teal hair fell across his forehead effortlessly, tempting you to reach out and brush through it with your fingers.

You moved to touch his forehead, it was scorching hot. Cursing, you turned to wet a cloth in water to place over his forehead. With much care you pushed back his bangs, the strands of soft hair wielding to your fingers motions. Then, you gingerly placed the damp cloth to his forehead.

Moving to your medical supplies you rummaged through your bag. Sighing as your hand gripped a familiar vial, you pulled it out. Hoping that you would be able to have him drink the medicine in his unconscious state.

Sitting on the edge of the cot, you took the cork out of the vial. Slowly, you moved your hands to his slightly parted lips. With featherlight touches, you opened his mouth wide enough for the medicine to be poured into. Placing the top of the vial on his lips, and at a snail’s pace pouring the liquid into his mouth. You watched as in his unconscious state he swallowed the medicine bit by bit.

Pulling away the empty vial, you placed it on the side table. Still sitting over him, you moved your hand to feel of his cheek. Gently running your fingers over the skin with concern written on your face. You knew you needed to get to work tending to his wounds now. So, you refocused yourself on the job at hand.

Gingerly, you began unbuttoning his shirt to fully reveal the wounds on his chest and torso. Moving to his right side, you slid the shirt off of his arm. It revealed a long and jagged gash in his arm that seemed to still have a bit of abyssal energy surrounding it.

Pausing your slow and methodical process, you quickly placed your hands to the gash. You imagined the abyssal energy remaining in the wound lifting off of his skin and into your hands. Then, you focused your elemental energy into the abyssal energy, willing it act as a colander and strain out its harmful nature.

Energy couldn’t be created or destroyed, but it could be changed. You felt the newly reformed energy course through your veins, a warm sensation feeling your body. Sure, this method was not perfect and there were very much could be microscopic l bits of abyssal power inside of you. But that didn’t matter right now, what mattered was healing the Vice Captain.

You took a fresh cloth off of the nearby table with one hand, the other taking your bottle of alcohol. You poured a bit of the liquid onto the cloth before setting the bottle back down.

You placed the cloth onto the long gash on his arm. In his sleep, you watched his face cringe at the pain. It made your heart crack seeing him in this state. You wanted to lean forward and pepper his face in kisses and apologize for ever letting it get this bad. But right now, you knew the best way to help him was to continue using your skills as a medic.

Taking away the cloth, you willed your elemental energy to assist in ditching up the large gash. With an agonizingly slow pace, you laid each stitch carefully. Connecting the torn skin took what felt like hours but you wanted to ensure that it would heal properly.

After finishing with his right arm, you moved to his left side to pull the shirt off of his left arm. The upper half of his body was bare and you did your best not to let your eyes wander, but ultimately failed. The Vice Captain wasn’t exactly a large hulking knight like Grandmaster Varka or some of the other soldiers. Of course he was strong, there was no doubt about that, but his clothing often hid his muscular form. You ran a hand over his left arm, feeling the seemingly perfect sculpted muscles. Spotting a gash on his elbow you snapped out of your trance.

You set his torn garment aside, making a note to get him a new shirt. Then grabbed another cloth to douse in alcohol. Pressing the cloth to the gash you watched his face contort in a wince in his sleep. You tore your eyes away from his face, your heart couldn’t take seeing him in pain. Your gaze landed on his waist, examining a gash that was near his waistband.

As you cleaned the wound and heard him wince again, you noticed something that made your cheeks burn. Seeing a noticeable bulge form in his trousers you forced your eyes to laser focus on placing a bandage on his elbow gash. Was he really that aroused by pain? Even while unconscious? No, that couldn’t be it….and you knew from your anatomy studies that this could occur randomly. You shoved the thoughts down into a deep crevice of your brain, you couldn’t think about the Vice Captain’s arousal anymore or your face would overheat.

Finally, you got up from the left side of his cot. You took the used clothes and placed them aside to wash later. Then, you retrieved from your bag another collection of fresh cloths to use. Sitting on the side table now with the cloths were a bottle of alcohol and clean bandages.

You lowered yourself onto the cot again and leaned over him with an alcohol-soaked cloth. Gingerly cleaning the wounds on his chest and torso you kept your focus on the cuts themselves. Your eyes tried to wander but you forced them forward. Your heartbeat was accelerating at an abnormal pace and your palms felt sweaty. Alas, you persevered through the symptoms of your great fondness for Lohen.

Taking the roll of bandages, you started with wrapping his chest wounds. Hovering over him, you weaved your arm under his back to wrap the bandage around him. Your hand brushing against his skin as you had your arm wrapped around him almost made your brain short-circut, but you did your best to keep focused. With a skilled knot, you finished off his chest bandages.

Moving onto his torso, you did the same process of snaking an arm under him to wrap the bandage around his body. Your breathing was heavy as you tried to keep yourself calm and composed. Making a point to ignore the tingling in your stomach that suggested your attraction to the Vice Captain.

You finished wrapping the bandages around his torso. Tying them off just above the waistband of his pants, you went to move back, relieved your work was done.

Your hand accidentally brushed against his clothed boner and your eyes instantly widened. Jumping up, you went over to the other side of the room, attempting to somehow scrub your thoughts clean of what you had just felt. He was unconscious for Celestia’s sake and you felt terrible already for having to undress him without his consent. You would have to apologize to him later about accidentally touching him, however awkward it may be.

You looked over at his figure sleeping soundly, all bandaged up. Since he didn’t have a shirt and he was with fever, you grew concerned he would become cold. Fishing in one of your bags, you pulled out a fluffy blanket that you had brought for yourself. It had a pastel pattern on it and was your favorite one to sleep with because of how cozy it was. You moved to the bed to drape it over him gently.

Your work was officially finished until you needed to administer the next dosage of medicine. So, you sat against the bedside table and retrieved one of the books you brought with you. Reading peacefully to the sound of Lohen’s gentle unconscious breathing.

—

You startled at the sound of shattering glass. Looking at the bottle of alcohol destroyed in front of you. Shooting up, you saw the Lohen half turned on his side, arm sweeping over the nightstand frantically.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay Vice Captain, you’re safe.” You told him kindly.

He looked up at you with his teal and wine red eyes, the cloth falling off of his head. He moved to sit up and you saw him wince.

“My knife.” He stated, “where is it?”

You wrung your hands as you quickly scanned the tent. You hadn’t seen Lohen’s gear when you originally came in and you didn’t observe its presence now either.

“One of the knights must have it.” You assured him

You moved your hands to hover above his raised shoulder. Waiting for him to resist, when he made to move you gently pushed him back down to a laying position.

“You need to rest Lohen, you are terribly wounded.” You told him

He mustered a weak smirk as he looked up at you.

“So that’s why they brought in the best of the best, all for me?” He joked, his voice still sleepy

You felt your face begin to heat up again.

“When they told me you were badly injured I decided to heal you.” You told him

“I’m honored you didn’t just finish me off.” He chuckled, wincing in pain at the pain laughing had caused

You smiled, rolling your eyes.

“Well I would have, but you still owe me some of your homemade gum.” You tease him

His eyes shimmer with humour as he stares at you.

“I’ll make you a batch right after I destroy a hoard of Wild Hunt.” He confidently promises

He attempt to get up and lets out a pained groan before laying back down.

“Oh no, you will not be leaving this bed for awhile. No killing monsters or torturing Fatui, doctors orders.” You sternly informed him, wagging your pointer finger in his face.

“Is that so? What if I try and get out of bed? What are you going to do?” He questioned, his voice almost giddy with anticipation.

“Not hurt you if that’s what you are hoping for.” You inform him

He sighs in disappoint, sinking back into the bed. He pulls your blanket to his chin so it covers his whole body.

“This blanket is your’s, isn’t it?” He asked

“How did you—“

“It smells like you.” He stated, as if it was the most obvious fact in the universe.

You did not acknowledge that response, instead turning away to sit in the corner with your hook. You watched as Lohen slipped back into sleep again, wrapped in your favorite blanket.

—

You watched Grandmaster Varka stand from the chair by Lohen’s bedside, preparing to leave.

“Really kid, you did a fantastic job. I think you set a record for most Wild Hunt enemies killed in a second.” Varka praised him with a fatherly tone

You always found it funny how Varka called him and other knights ‘kid’ despite them being fully grown adults. It was sweet in your opinion, it showed he cared for them as if they were his own.

“I wish I could have helped more. You’re lucky, getting to see the light leave that bastard Rerir’s eyes.” Lohen said with a faraway look in his eyes.

“Oh make no mistake, it took a whole team of Teyvat’s greatest heroes to come close in bringing him down. Don’t beat yourself up.” Varka gently patted him on the shoulder.

Lohen looked downward at that, his face souring.

“Well I need to be going or the knights at camp will have my head. Thanks for taking care of our Vice Captain, there isn’t a better person for the job.” He told you with a smile as he exited the tent.

You called a ‘thank you’ and ‘travel back safely’ after him before turning to Lohen. You noticed his face was still downcast and expression solemn.

You moved to sit in the chair at his bedside.

“He’s too generous….I wasn’t strong enough to do anything against Rerir.” Lohen confessed to you, his voice cracking

You felt your heart fracture at his distressed mood. You knew the Vice Captain to be so very strong and capable of great feats. He was the most knowledgeable person you knew when it came to battle strategy, his knowledge far beyond impressive.

“I’ve heard other knights say you were marvelous out there. I wish I could have seen you, slicing through the Wild Hunt like softened butter.” You praised him kindly, smiling warmly

His gaze stayed downward and he let silence between you both extend for a few moments.

“I was too weak…..I am weak.” He choked out, one of his hands balling into a fist

You wanted nothing more than to lean over and embrace him tightly. To tell him that you had fallen madly in love with him because of how strong he was. Reassure him that Rerir was one opponent and to not let that dictate his whole perspective on things. Not to mention an opponent that required multiple extremely powerful individuals to take down, including a Fatui Harbinger and the Frostmoon goddess herself.

You hovered your hand over his balled fist, giving him the chance to move it away. When he remained still, you took his hand in your’s. Gently rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand you spoke in a comforting voice.

“You are not weak Vice Captain. You are the strongest person I know. Not a single individual has your level of skill and intuition when it comes to battling a wide variety of opponents. You truly amaze me.” You confessed to him, a warm smile on your face.

He sat still for what felt like an eternity. Not moving away from you…but not responding to you either. Then, he raised his face to meet your’s.

“Thank you.” He spoke gently, sounding as if a wright had been lifted off of his shoulders.

“You’re welcome, Vice Captain.” You responded

“Please, I’ve been begging you for ages, just call me Lohen.” He whined dramatically, a smirk forming on his face.

You laughed, feeling a weight lift off of your shoulders as well.

“Will do, Vice Captain Lohen.” You told him with a small smile

He grabbed one of the pillows that he was not using and lightly smacked it against your shoulder. Watching as your face contorted in shock.

“How dare you!” You exclaimed with over exaggerated offense

You moved to grab the pillow from him and felt his hand that was both holding the pillow grip your wrists

“Ah ah ah, can’t go fighting the injured and ill, now can we?” He taunted you with a devilish grin

“You’re going to regret that.” You threatened playfully, your arms crossed as you sat up threateningly in your chair.

“Oh, don’t threaten me with a good time, angel.” He replied, his smile growing wider.

Your heart skipped a beat as the pet name rolled off of his tongue. You felt your stomach turn inside out as you replayed the sound of his voice saying it in your mind. He had a way of forming the word with his voice that made your knees weak.

—

It was time to replace Lohen’s bandages on his wounds. This wouldn’t have been a problem if he was still unconscious, but he was very much awake and himself. He wasn’t strong enough to fully move around enough to replace the bandages, which left it up to you.

“Lohen.” You spoke, getting his attention from his game of throwing a ball up in the air and catching it

“Hm?” He replied, turning to you.

“Wait, wait, wait, let me guess. You’re letting me go early and you have a list of Wild Hunt hit spots for me to clear out.” He excitedly spoke, his eyes shimmering with the thought of battle

You laughed heartily, feeling the ache in your gut and wiping a tear of joy from your face.

“No.” You told him flatly

He let out a dramatic sigh, his face painted with disappointment.

“I need to replace your bandages.” You stated

He looked down at his body covered in old wrappings. Then he looked up at you with a smirk.

“Well, what are you waiting for? I don’t bite.” He teased with a shining smile

“Lohen you have bit me before.” You remind him

You held the roll of clean bandage in your hands as you sat down.

He partially sat up, allowing you better access to remove the bandages. You untied the knot just above his waistband. It reminded you of what happened a few days ago, about how had promised yourself you would tell me.

“Lohen….” You started

“Yes? My amazingly skilled medic?” He replied, encouraging you to continue

Your heartbeat skyrocketed at his praise of you. All of your thoughts became jumbled and you had to quickly hurry in shoving them back in line.

“I have something to tell you.” You stated, trying not to gulp from the nerves in your stomach

“Is it that you’re madly in love with me?” He teasingly asked

You couldn’t stop your eyes from widening slightly. You blinked quickly a few times, hoping he would just assume your eyes had gotten really dry or something. The bandage roll in your hand was being squeezed so tightly your knuckles were white, but you could surely explain that away too.

How did he guess your secret? He had to be joking, right?

“Uhm….well….that isn’t exactly what I was going to—“ You started, your free hand coming up to rest on the back of your neck

“Calm down angel, I was just poking fun.” He assured you, “but if you were madly in love with me I wouldn’t mind, of course.”

The casual confession made your stomach turn inside out. Your face was burning up from embarrassment and you were close to melting into a puddle on the floor.

You took a deep breath, you needed to carry through with your word. You could address his partial love confession later.

“I….while you were asleep….and I was changing your bandages….” You started, having to force every word out

“Youuuu accidentally found my most ticklish spot and I tried to punch you in my sleep?” He proposed, as if it was a genuine thing that could have happened.

You just stared at him for a moment, trying not to crack a smile.

“Ha…no. I was…tying off your bandage above your waistband. When I went to pull my hand away….it….uhm…” You tried your best to finish the sentence, your brain short-circuiting from having to stare at his face.

He just stared back at you, patiently waiting for you to finish speaking.

“I accidentally touched your boner.” You word-vomited so quickly you were unsure anyone could understand it

It was as if time froze after you spoke, neither you nor the Vice Captain moved an inch. Your face self like the desert of Sumeru with how hot it was.

“It was while you were asleep and I just thought you should know because—“ You started to explain yourself before Lohen reacted.

He began to laugh loudly and uncontrollably. You watched as he winced slightly from the pain in his gut before continuing on his amusement.

“Oh, I think that’s the hardest I’ve laughed since Varka thought the term ‘hooking up’ meant meeting with an old pal.” He said, his voice full of post laughing-fit joy

You were terribly embarrassed to say the least. While it was better than him feeling violated and shunning you forever….it was not at all the reaction you were expecting.

“So….we’re okay?” You asked hesitantly

“We will be, if….” He started, a mischievous smirk forming on his face

“If what?” You questioned, your voice filled with dread

“If after I’m out of this bed, you let me take you on a date.” He proposed

You felt a smile form it’s way on your face.

“Of course, Vice Captain Lohen, I’d be honored.” You reply

“For Celestia’s sake…” He began to complain

You leaned forward, your face now inches from his. You don’t know what came over you, but in the heat of the moment you knew you wanted to kiss him.

“Can I…” You asked, the full question dying in your throat.

“If you kiss me right now you may have to worry about avoiding the evidence of my attraction to you while replacing my bandages.” He told you, his eyes dancing with mirth

You leaned in and planted your lips onto his. Gently kissing him as you had dreamed of doing many times before. He tasted like his homemade bubblegum and it made you swoon so hard you almost fainted.

Pulling away, you heard your heart pounding in your ears. You looked at Lohen’s flushed face and dazed smile. It only made the previous tingling inside of you happen, but this time with a strength tenfold.

“Ahem, well….I still need to clean your wounds and replace you bandages.” You informed him, shifting your tone to a more serious one.

“And then you can kiss me until I get dizzy from lack of breathing.” He stated, as if it were the obvious next course of action

“Uhm…I don’t know about—“

“Aww, you wouldn’t want to make your patient unhappy, would you?” He teased you, pouting slightly before grinning.

“Oh just shut up and let me clean your wounds.” You grumbled, but with a wide smile on your face.

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thank you so much for reading!

remember to drink water!

[imnasamu]

"The Vice-Captain has a Wife?! "

Summary : In which, Lohen drunkenly reveals he’s already married. (much to the knights shock) And thus starts a frantic investigation to uncover the identity of his mysterious wife.

Lohen X Reader

Warning : Masochism?

The tavern was silent.

Not completely silent, someone in the back was still attempting to sing an ancient ballad with the confidence of a dying goat, mugs still slammed against tables, the fire still cracked faintly... but silent enough that every knight slowly turned toward the vice-captain.

Lohen, the one man crazy enough to be feared by his own men. The man rumored to have once stared at an enemy commander until the poor bastard surrendered voluntarily.

A natural disaster bathed in human flesh. A weapon that learned how to breathe.

Currently was collapsed face-first onto the table with one arm hanging limply off the side.

Drunk beyond reason.

"... Wish my wife was here." he slurred into the wood, strands of his hair falling over his flushed face.

The entire table froze.

"…your what?" one knight asked carefully.

Lohen lifted his head just enough to glare at them with offended exhaustion.

"My wife." he repeated, slower this time. Almost reverent, as though the word itself tasted familiar on his tongue.

Then, as if that single admission had cost him everything he had left, he let his head fall back down again.

Nobody moved for a moment. Even the Grand Master Varka seemed to have sobered up from the sudden confession.

Then the whole tavern erupted into surprised screams.

"THE VICE-CAPTAIN IS MARRIED?!"

The investigation began immediately. Because this was catastrophic information.

First of all, the Vice Captain had never mentioned a wife before.

Which led to the second issue. None of them could even imagine a woman willing to marry him voluntarily.

This was a man who once smiled during a battle against a ruin guard. A man who described battlefields as 'refreshing.' A man who once broke an interrogation chair because the prisoner was 'taking too long.'

And yet, somewhere in the kingdom existed a woman who apparently looked at this terrifying creature and thought,

'Yes. I want that one forever.'

It was unbelievable!

The knights first approached the grandmaster for information.

He only exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face. "I have no clue. That was the first time I’ve ever heard him say it. "

He was about to continue, but froze when he saw the scheming looks on his subordinates faces.

"You are not spying on the vice-captain." he warned flatly.

They spied on the vice-captain.

Three days later, six fully armed royal knights crouched horribly behind bushes near a small house at the edge of town.

The hiding was atrocious.

One man was still wearing polished silver armor directly beneath the afternoon sun. Another had somehow gotten his cape caught on a tree branch ten minutes ago and was suffering in silence because nobody dared stand up to help him.

None of them were trained for espionage. Especially not against their vice-captain.

Lohen had entered twenty minutes earlier carrying grocery bags.

Grocery bags.

It was a horrible sight. The image alone had permanently damaged their ability to fear him correctly.

"He was smiling while looking at the carrots." one shuddered as he remembered the memory.

"The apples were the scariest. I still remember he made me do shooting practice with them!"

The men stared into the distance, rethinking every interaction with the vice captain when a sudden crash erupted from the house in front.

The entire group jolted violently.

"What was that?!"

A loud bang followed by another heavy THUD that rattled the windows rang.

One of the younger soldiers immediately grabbed the man beside him by the shoulders, eyes wide with panic. "She’s killing him!"

"No," another whispered reverently. "She’s... winning."

They seemed like they were on the verge of tears.

Inside however, you were laughing.

A chair had toppled somewhere behind you during the struggle, scraping loudly across the floor as you leaned over the table with a victorious grin, pinning your husband beneath you with both wrists trapped in your hands.

To anyone else it would have been a shocking scene. To you, it was just Tuesday with Lohen.

"Darling," you mused, pressing a kiss on Lohen's cheek. "I told you to bring potatoes, riiight?"

Lohen looked up at you without the slightest trace of remorse. "Did you? Must’ve slipped my mind."

You narrowed your eyes immediately, tightening your grip around his wrists. "Lohen."

His smile only widened.

"I distinctly remember warning you," you continued, voice dripping with amusement, "that if you forgot something again, I’d have to punish you."

"My wife is truly terrifying," he sighed dreamily, sounding far too delighted about that fact.

You scoffed, unable to stop yourself from laughing softly under your breath.

Sometimes you genuinely wondered if he provoked you on purpose simply because he enjoyed being handled like this.

Rolling your eyes, you finally loosened your grip, intending to let him up. But before you could pull your hands away, Lohen caught them.

Slowly, he guided your palms back against his chest, pressing them there until you could feel the steady thud of his heartbeat beneath your fingers. "... What about my punishment?"

"You -" you started.

"Come on," he murmured softly. "I’m waiting."

His fingers slid lazily along your arm, before he tugged you forward.

You stumbled against the table with a startled laugh, and he met you halfway, kissing you before another word could leave your mouth.

Outside, the knights heard nothing except another loud noise and became increasingly convinced you were the only human alive capable of defeating him.

They waited outside for nearly an hour, determined to finally glimpse at the mysterious wife.

But when the front door opened again, it was Lohen who stepped out.

The entire group froze.

His gaze swept calmly across the yard before stopping directly on the bushes they were hiding behind.

A terrible silence followed.

Then, very slowly, Lohen spoke. "...You are loud. Shut up."

The knights felt their souls briefly leave their bodies. One man immediately started praying under his breath. Another simply collapsed face-first into the grass as if accepting death in advance.

Lohen stared at the bushes with visible disappointment, as though deeply offended that these were somehow Mondstadt finest soldiers.

From inside the house, your voice called out. "Lohen! Help me with the dishes please!"

Instantly, the stern expression on his face melted. The transformation was genuinely horrifying.

"Yeah," he answered, voice gentler than any of them had ever heard before. "Coming."

He turned back to the doorway, but paused before glancing at the bushes.

The warmth disappeared instantly. "Leave," he said flatly. "Before I bury you here."

The knights did not need to be told twice. They fled immediately.

The next day, they approached you while Lohen was away on official business. You were in the marketplace buying vegetables when six grown knights appeared around you.

"…can I help you?" you asked slowly, holding a bundle of carrots mid-air.

The eldest knight bowed immediately. "Madam."

The others followed suit, slightly less coordinated, as though none of them had practiced basic human interaction before.

"We merely wish to understand…" another began carefully.

The youngest one finished. "How did you tame the vice-captain!?"

You blinked, smiling awkwardly at the suddenness of the question. "Tame?"

Another knight chimed in. "Yeah! We heard you defeat him yesterday!"

Your grip on the carrots loosened slightly. "Yesterday, I-"

"We were near your house! We heard EVERYTHING!"

A faint heat crept up your face. You were not fighting with him that day, in fact you were doing...something else entirely. "Oh well, that was not-"

"PLEASE TEACH US!"

Somehow, one thing had led to another, and now you were standing in the center of the training grounds with a sword in your hands.

You were fairly certain this was not how your morning was supposed to go.

Yet, the training grounds became utterly packed. Word spread through the city in under an hour.

'The vice-captain’s mysterious wife is going to duel him.'

Knights climbed fences. Servants placed bets. Someone sold pastries as though this were an official festival.

Varka stood at the sidelines with the expression of a man trying very hard not to encourage this while also clearly enjoying it.

Then, finally, Lohen entered.

The crowd immediately fell silent.

He had just returned from a mission, blood smeared across his coat. And seeing you standing in front of him with a sword in hand was a sight he had not expected.

"...Why are you holding a weapon?"

"Your subordinates asked me to duel you." you smiled brightly, swinging the sword to show off your non-existent skills.

He stared at you. Then turned his head slightly toward the gathered knights.

"…After this is over," he said calmly, voice almost pleasant, "you are all dead."

The knights immediately looked anywhere except at him.

The duel began.

Or rather, you attacked while Lohen simply existed.

The crowd watched in growing disbelief as the kingdom’s most terrifying warrior lazily parried your strikes while staring at you like a man witnessing divine revelation.

Every strike you made was reckless with confidence, mimicking the techniques you had once watched him perform with terrifying grace. You knew he would never let you fall.

And he never did.

Whenever your footing slipped against the dirt, his hand was already there at your waist or your arm, steadying you before you could stumble.

His touch lingered just long enough for him to guide your body back into balance before allowing you another hit against him—as though the duel existed solely to indulge you.

The Vice Captain wasn't even trying. Every lazy parry carried restraint. Every blocked strike looked suspiciously gentle. The knights watching from the sidelines began exchanging horrified glances as realization dawned upon them.

Their vice-captain was not losing because you were stronger.

He was losing because he adored you.

Then you moved suddenly.

Your foot swept behind his ankle, your body twisting with sharp precision, and before anyone could react, Lohen crashed onto his back with enough force to shake the dirt beneath him.

You planted your foot against his chest, pinning him down as your sword tilted beneath his chin, gleaming beneath the sunlight.

"You lose, Lohen."

The arena exploded behind you, people screamed, some clapped, some threw their helmets to the sky after seeing someone beating the most feared warrior.

But Lohen heard none of it. Not when you stood above him like this.

The sun framed you in gold, wind tangling through your hair as you smiled down at him with triumphant amusement. His heartbeat pounded violently beneath your foot, and to his own embarrassment, he realized this might genuinely be the happiest moment of his miserable life.

His gloved hand slid slowly around your ankle. Not to move you, but simply to touch.

His thumb brushed against the fabric gathered near your calf before trailing higher in a teasing stroke that made your breath hitch.

"We should do this often..." he muttered.

You tried to pull your leg away, but his grip only tightened slightly, trapping you there with infuriating ease.

His gaze dropped lazily to the foot pressing against his chest, "I think," he said, voice rough with laughter and something warmer, "I just discovered I enjoy being humiliated by my wife."

You snorted, tilting his chin back slightly with your foot. "You are so weird, Lohen."

Still, you indulged him. Because no matter how ridiculous he was, no matter how utterly hopelessly devoted he became around you...

you never got tired of him either.

His grin softened at your insult. "And yet, you married me anyway."

Unfortunately, that was true.

Sensing the sudden romantic atmosphere, the crowd slowly dispersed.

Knowing if anyone interrupted whatever deeply concerning moment this had become, Lohen would happily gouge their eyes out for witnessing it.

And from that day onward, the knights accepted two undeniable truths.

First, Vice-Captain Lohen was catastrophically and humiliatingly in love with his wife.

And worse....

She was somehow even more dangerous than he was.

Fin

ANOTHER LOHEN FIC CUZ HE'S RELEASING SOON!!

We don't know Lohen's age but I do believe he is older than 20. Obviously they aren't married in this, but it's just that Lohen wants to call her his wife. So all this is just a misunderstanding from the knights part 😝

Hope you enjoyed ❤️ LET ME KNOW YR THOUGHTS

[albedov]

im so sorry but the pink foxian has infected my thoughts

imagine pining after jiaoqiu but only confessing to him after he lost his vision.

you still can't bring yourself to be honest about your feelings and so you text him, message after message pouring you heart out because you know he can't see it. it pains you to know that you'd never be able to confess to him in person, you simply couldn't, but it pained you more to stare at the messages knowing he'd never see them.

or he didn't. (un)luckily for you, feixiao was right beside jiaoqiu when you messaged. the general complied with jiaoqiu's request to tell him who messaged. she was intrigued when she read the very first message from you.

she giggled to herself and told him it was a spam message. jiaoqiu grumbled to himself before going back to what he was doing. feixiao made a mental note to track you down later - it's not that she didn't want you to date jiaoqiu, if anything she was over the moon because she had listened to jiaoqiu complain about you with a certain adoration laced behind his words, but she wanted you to confess in person.

she wanted jiaoqiu to be happy. and if there was anyone that she'd want him to be with, it would be you.

(and yes, she showed moze)

[unhingedkiara96]

Jiaoqiu Horny Headcanons

Guys, he has long, pink hair, cooks, heals and is Foxian, of course I'm simping already.

(Written with a gender-neutral Reader in mind)

With those closed eyes and that hand gesture? You know he's suave as fuck.

He'll whisper the dirtiest thoughts that cross his mind into your ears, all the while looking as innocent as an angel

Uses the fact he's a doctor as an excuse to examine your body

You see, he has to make sure that the whole of your body is well and healthy

All of it.

Will also use his cooking skills to seduce you

Food play? Food play.

He enjoys licking things off your body more than the other way around, but maybe you could... convince him otherwise, hmm?

Praises you. So much.

Teases you even more.

You'll go about your day as usual, and he'll caress you indecently but discreetly, with a feathery touch

Doesn't shy away from telling you how much he wants you

Even in public, barely out of earshot

Let's go into "I give 0 fucks about what canon says and if it even makes sense" territory.

He gets into ruts.

Admittedly, it doesn't happen all that often, something like once every two or three months, and it lasts only two days, which he gets as day-offs

But

It hits him hard

And he's absolutely certain it hits harder since you're together

Gets so needy, so clingy, so whiney, even when you just want to go to the bathroom

He even prepares all the meals you will need beforehand so you don't have to go to the kitchen

Yes, he'll sleep every two or three rounds, but you won't escape his embrace

If by some miracle his arms let go of you and you can leave the bed, you'll hear him calling out to you as soon as your scent has barely weakened next to his nostrils

But hey, you'll mostly be too tired to be out of bed for long. Why, you ask?

He's a doctor. He knows how to get you to orgasm.

And he will use that knowledge

Hey. Pssst. There's more on my AO3

[medicineren]

Distraction

Summary: Blade x GN!reader where he feels restless so he pulls you into an alleyway to lose himself in you.

a/n : hello! first ever fic on here and i start with this… here's a small contribution to the blade x reader nation. this was very self indulgent if you couldn't tell. possible ooc? im trying to get the hang of writing blade :)

The air in the city was thick, humid, and far too loud for Blade’s liking at all. The constant chatter of the crowds and the glow of the neon lights felt like needles pressing against his temples. It's annoying. He's been trying to focus but his restlessness was a physical ache, a craving for something he didn't know. He needed a distraction, something to tether his drifting soul back to the present. As his mind searched through the haze of his irritation, there was only one presence that could offer the solace he craved.

You.

As if drawn by some invisible thread of fate, he realized you were nearby. Without a single word, Blade reached out, his hand encased in the dark, sleek fabric of his black glove. His fingers curled around your wrist with a suddenness that made your heart leap, his grip firm but lacking its usual lethality.

"Hm?" A soft sound escaped your lips as you felt the sudden pressure around your wrist. Startled by the unexpected contact, you turned around to face the stranger who had abruptly interrupted your thoughts, your eyes slightly widening in mild surprise as they landed on the unmistakable, brooding silhouette of Blade. Before you could even draw enough breath to form a single word or ask what he wanted, he moved. There was no hesitation in his actions, only a quiet, driving intent that seemed to bypass the need for conversation entirely.

You found yourself swept along in the silent wake of his presence, the vibrant world around you dissolving into a dizzying blur of neon streaks and muffled noise as he pulled you toward the edges of the light. His long, dark blue hair swayed as he moved, the crimson tips catching the dying glimmers of the city's glow like fading embers before he ducked your head down as he led you into the deep, swallowing shadows of a narrow, secluded alleyway.

Blade didn't speak. He moved closer, his tall frame looming over you. With a movement that was surprisingly fluid, he guided you backward. His touch was uncharacteristically gentle. He stepped forward and you stepped back. The momentum of his advance continued until the sudden, biting chill of the damp brick wall pressed firmly against your spine, the rough texture grounding you in the moment. He pinned you within the small sanctuary he had carved out of the darkness.

The alleyway was a suffocatingly tight space, a narrow vein of shadow carved between the towering buildings of the city. Caught completely off guard by the suddenness of his movement and the overwhelming presence of him, you found yourself looking up. "Blade?" You whispered, your voice sounding soft in the heavy quiet of the gloom. You tilted your head to the side, searching his face for a sign. "Is…something wrong?"

The question was tentative, laced with a gentle concern that seemed to pierce through his brooding exterior. He didn't reply immediately, instead he loomed over you and for a moment, he stared down at you with those piercing red eyes, looking restless. The usual cold indifference in his gaze was replaced by a quiet hunger, a craving for something that wasn't blood. When he finally leaned in, his movements were devoid of his usual nature. His lips met yours with softness. It was a slow, dragging kiss, tasting of desperation and a silent plea for grounding.

As his hands wandered, you expected his calloused, heavy touch, but he was unnervingly careful. His gloved hand slid up to cup your jaw, his thumb tracing your cheekbone with a delicacy that seemed at odds with the scars hidden beneath his sleeves. He touched you as if you were made of spun glass, as if he were terrified that his very existence, his curse, his immortality, the Mara swirling within him might somehow bruise or break you.

His gloved hand, which had been tracing your jawline with such reverence, slid down the column of your throat. His thumb pressed against the pulse point at the base of your neck, feeling the frantic, rhythmic thrum of your heart. He seemed to linger there, his gaze dropping to follow the movement of his own hand. He was watching the way you reacted to him, a silent observer of the vitality he so desperately lacked.

Then, his hand drifted lower. He pulled back just a fraction, his forehead resting against yours. His breath was shallow, and for a fleeting second, the brooding swordsman looked vulnerable. "Stay quiet," he murmured, his voice a low rasp that vibrated against your skin. His hand drifted down to your waist, pulling you a fraction closer, his touch still so light it was almost a question. The sensation of his lips returning to yours was enough to make your knees buckle.

One moment, his grip on your waist was firm, his fingers digging slightly into the fabric of your coat, grounding you so you wouldn't slide down the wall. The next, his touch became a searing caress, his palm sliding beneath the hem of your shirt, finding the warmth of your skin. His touch was hot feverish, almost as if he were trying to leech the warmth from your body to soothe the eternal chill of his own. He had to admit you looked ethereal even in the dark gloom of this alleyway.

As you leaned into him, your senses reeling from the sheer gentleness of it, you felt his hand shift. His bandaged fingers slid into the hair at the back of your head, tangling between your hair. He didn't grab or pull, instead, he cradled your skull, his palm cold and steady against your scalp. The way he held you as if you were a precious relic he had stumbled upon in a wasteland sent a shiver through your entire frame. It was a terrifying kind of intimacy. Blade let out a low, almost imperceptible hum against your mouth, a sound of relief.

The restlessness that had driven him to pull you into this alley seemed to settle, replaced by a heavy, melancholic heat. He tilted your head back slightly, deepening the kiss even more, his fingers remained tangled in your hair, keeping you close, keeping you there. In the cramped darkness, the only thing that existed was the scent of him something metallic and old, like rain on steel and the overwhelming, tender weight of his presence. He seemed to be searching for something in the taste of your lips. "Blade—"

The sound of your voice, a mere breath of a whisper, seemed to ripple through him like a stone dropped into a still pool. At the mention of his name, the rhythm of the kiss faltered for a heartbeat. Blade pulled back just enough to look at you, his face still inches from yours. In the dim, filtered light of the alley, his crimson eyes seemed to glow with a haunted intensity. There was a flicker of something pain, perhaps, or a deep seated longing that crossed his features before he could mask it with his usual stoicism. To hear his name spoken so softly, with such intimacy.

"…Hm," he grunted softly, a low vibration in his chest. It was his way of acknowledging you, a way of saying he heard you without having to find the words he often lacked. He didn't pull away, though. Instead, he leaned back in, his nose brushing against yours, his breath warm against your lips. The hand at the back of your head tightened ever so slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to ensure you couldn't drift away from him.

"Don't…" he started, his voice cracking slightly before he steadied it. He trailed off, unable to finish the thought at all. "Don't call me that so sweetly," he wanted to say. "Don't look at me that way."

Instead, he simply closed the distance again. This time, the kiss was deeper, more desperate. It was no longer just a gentle exploration; it was a silent, bruising confession. He pressed his body more firmly against yours, the hard lines of his muscular frame a stark contrast to your touch, as if he were trying to merge his fractured existence with your steady, living warmth.

Blade’s hands slid down to your waist, his grip was firm, the leather of his gloves cool against your skin. With a sudden, swift motion, he lifted you, pulling you upward until your thighs instinctively wrapped around his waist to maintain your balance. The sudden change in height brought you face to face, your breath mingling in the small gap between you. Blade didn't kiss you immediately. Instead, he held you there, his strong arms supporting your weight with ease, his gaze locked onto yours. His cheeks were stained with a visible flush, the heat radiating from his skin as he stared into your eyes with an intensity that was almost overwhelming.

He looked cute.

He looked as if he were seeing something he couldn't quite comprehend or perhaps something he feared to want or desire. The usual coldness of his crimson eyes had thawed into something raw and vulnerable. He seemed mesmerized, his chest rising and falling in an uneven rhythm that told you exactly how much this moment was affecting him. He didn't say anything. He didn't have to. The way he held you tense yet tender, as if you were the most fragile thing in existence spoke volumes.

"You…" he began, his voice a low, rough rumble that vibrated through your own chest. He stalled, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his expression. It was a rare sight, the immortal swordsman rendered momentarily speechless by the simple act of looking at you. His grip on your waist tightened slightly, a silent, desperate plea for you not to pull away. You gulped, unable to look away from those red eyes that were usually so sharp and piercing, so focused, were now so gentle.

Looking into his eyes felt like staring directly into the heart of a dying star. There was a gravitational pull to that crimson gaze. "Stay still," Blade murmured against your lips. As he leaned in again, the very nature of his touch shifted. It was still soft, still careful, but there was an underlying desperation to it now a silent, frantic demand. His lips moved against yours with a slow, dragging heat that made your head spin and your pulse hammer in your ears. Every time he pulled back just a millimeter, it was only to catch a frantic breath before diving back in, his kisses becoming more feverish.

The way he held you, your legs locked around his waist, your bodies crushed together in the dark made it clear that the gentleness was a thin, fraying veil, a delicate layer of restraint draped over a much more violent, carnal desire that simmered just beneath his skin. You could feel it in the way his chest heaved against yours, the heat radiating from his body like a furnace, and the way his fingers occasionally twitched against your skin, as if he were fighting the urge to grip you with a desperate intensity. He wanted to drown in the sensation of your body pressed against his.

His hips tilted upward, a slow, heavy movement that was a silent, devastating promise of what was to come. He began to grind against you, a rhythmic, agonizingly slow pressure that sought to erase every millimeter of air between your skin and his.

“Please…" The word was barely a breath, a broken, pathetic sound that escaped his throat, unbidden and raw. He didn't even seem to realize that he had said it. His forehead slumped against your shoulder, his breath coming in jagged, uneven hitches that felt like he was drowning.

"In here?" You whispered, the question leaving your lips in a trembling breath, but as you gazed into his crimson eyes, you had your answers from them. There was a subtle tug at the corner of his lips.

[yearningpine]

(SUGGESTIVE. Also, established relationship and reader is implied to be part of the Knights)

For a better reference of what Lohen's wearing here, click here (post) or here (trailer where it appears).

You swear you didn't mean to look so hard.

When you swung open the front door to Lohen’s house and called out the vice captain’s name, you expected to see him in his normal knightly uniform (well, as normal as Lohen can be)— because what else would he be wearing on a day as important as orientation day for the new knight recruits?

However, instead of being greeted back with blues and whites, a verbal hello or even a knife to your face, the first thing your eyes land on is Lohen’s bare open chest.

“!? LOHEN?? ”

Your voice booms throughout the whole house, causing Lohen to raise a confused brow before setting aside his newly brewed cup of coffee to face you over the kitchen counter.

“Oh? You're finally here.” Lohen hums in a singsong tone, ignoring your currently confused state. He folds his arms over the counter and slightly bending over surface, exposing even more of his already exposed chest to your frightened eyes. “What a shame that I can't accompany you to the training grounds today. My presence is required elsewhere to keep the new recruits on their toes. Grandmaster’s orders and all.”

Lohen's words go in one ear before going out the other ear. Every ounce of your dying attention trails down from his open chest to the black vest hugging his figure tightly like hands pressing into skin, tightly shaping his lithe, agile body that had grown some muscle from that long five year expedition he went on. The long, dark belt wrapped around his small waist nearly made you gasp like a scandalised maiden. Is it normal for someone to be jealous of a belt? Is it also normal to want to replace said belt with your own hands around his waist? Please? Pretty please?

“I can hear you, you know?”

The smirk on Lohen's face widens as your jaw drops onto the floor. While you scramble to find the words to excuse your leering gaze pointed towards at your own vice captain, Lohen lifts himself off the counter and waltzes in your direction, keeping his eyes on you to pin you in your spot (as if you can go anywhere when your jaw is still on the floor).

Oh my archons he's coming here. He's swaying his hips while coming over here. Surely it's illegal for a man to look so dangerous and seductive at the same time right? Right??

Slowly, gradually, he makes his way to you and lifts your chin up with one hand. His long fingers, no longer restrained by his old gloves, carefully trace your jawline with reverence, leaving a path of lingering warmth of your flushed face that looks ready to explode at any moment. How delicate they look— these fingers that have ended countless lives are now cradling your face like a priceless jewel, taking care of you with hands that have held more weapons more preciously than any precious gemstone.

“Look at you. Even without being able to read your thoughts, I can still hear you as clear as day~”

Lohen leans in closer and brushes his mouth against your earlobe. His lips are dry, the consequences of always being exposed to the cold air out in the wild without taking proper care of them— yet that doesn’t stop him from blowing hot air into your ear. He laughs when you jump in surprise and uses his other hand to pin you in place, roughly squeezing your shoulder to keep you from running away.

“Tell me. What part of my body excites you the most? Is it my chest? My waist? My hands?” He muses. “If you tell me, I might let you have a taste of me before we leave. How does that sound?”

You choke, too taken aback to say a word. Why did he have to make it sound so dirty when nothing was going to happen!?

“Vice cap—”

You barely manage to get his title out before Lohen's lips are on you, silencing every sentence that you had fought to piece together.

Turns out, the air in his lungs aren’t the only thing hot inside of his body. His tongue (the same one you've seen used to snap back at your shared comrades with cold remarks) finds an opening past your lips and leaves a blazing path in its wake, claiming your mouth with the same dominance he shows on the battlefield. With a tilt of his head, he pushes himself deeper inside you, keeping you on your toes as he fights his way into your self conciousness, forcefully filling your thoughts with him and only him with his kisses.

“Tch, not enough…”

Lohen pulls away and clicks his tongue for a brief moment before sealing his lips on top of yours again. This time, he pushes your body to the closest wall and crushes you between it and his body, letting you feel the thin belts dangling loosely around his thighs and his thigh strap all digging into your flesh at once. The rough manuever causes strands of his teal blue hair to fall out of his hair, brushing against your face like a paintbrush drawing on a blank canvas.

A sane person might call this feeling overwhelming but none of you can truly be called sane right now. Not when one of you is currently battling with the forces of gravity to pull you inside of him, while the other of you is letting him do it.

He doesn't give you time to breathe, doesn't want to. His hands grip your hands with the force of a bow with its string pulled, pressing you against the wall until you are squeezed to his body as tightly as possible like the belt you were oh so jealous of. He doesn't even try to pull away with his head starts to feel dizzy from the lack of air. The exhilaration and excitement pushes him to take more, take everything that belongs to you and keep it for himself.

It doesn't come as a surprise to anyone when you showed up to the orientation late with a few bright hickies blooming on your neck.

【Bonus】

“So, why are you dressed like that!?”

You finally manage to ask the one question you have been dying to know.

While you frantically try to find your lost clothing scattered all across his floor, Lohen leisurely buttons up the few buttons on his shirt while humming.

“Like I said, grandmaster's orders. Instead of greeting the new recruits like everyone else, I've been tasked with testing the new recruits. To ensure that they don't pose a threat to the knights nor Mondstadt. ”

“... Did he also ask you to dress in your old adventurer’s clothes, or was that a decision you made on your own?”

“Hm, who knows~ But if I had earlier known that you liked this outfit so much, I would've worn them in front of you much sooner.”

“Please don't. I'm begging you.”

“Then beg.”

[miyaz6ki]

kiss him to shut up ft. genshin men ii (part i here)

ʚ♡ɞฺ　　main m.list　ྀིᨯ — cw. sappy stuff, implied established relationship, fluff — characters included: aether, kaveh, dottore, pantalone, itto, cyno, tighnari, durin, lohen, varka

aether is telling you about his newest expedition in nod krai, mentioning things like columbina, and how much paimon loved their food. his new friends, new enemies, and a clue to his next journey... it was both breathtaking and hitching all at once and-

"and... oh, well you know how they are i- mmh!" it was already too late when your lips were on his, aether's eyes widen before easing into you.

he hadn't even realized it but he already had cupped your face and was already trying to lean into you for more. "huh? why'd you stop?"

kaveh is ranting to you about his most recent client, i mean, his infastructure was astounding, and certainly nothing went wrong with the prototype, who the hell just cancels out of nowhere?! what was this jerk even thinking??

"it's just- aarrgghh! infuriating!" you could see the steam coming out from his ears, his eyebrows quirking in his usual way. a small pout forming, and when his mouth finally was about to move- "an- mmm..."

he already had his hand tilting your chin upwards, letting out a pleased groan. "ah, leaving way too soon. you trying to tell me to shut up, or something?"

dottore and you were just walking in silence, silence that didn't include him. because for.. you stopped counting, but probably around fifteen minutes of just talking about his newest plan. something about... well probably snezhnaya and the gods again. you didn't really know.

"hah, can't you believe it. could mortals really be as... stupid?" - "what about me?" - "i know you aren't stupid enough to think you're includ-"

placing your lips on his briefly was enough for him to stop, and let you take the lead for a few steps. "you coming, zan'?" - "you... are interesting."

pantalone loves the time off he gets because god, he barely gets time off anymore. especially with the new currency plan he has in mind, and now he had the time to tell you all about it! so, what happens when that's not all you wanna hear from him?

"you see the pinnacle of my plan, yes? it's something i've been working on for a wh- mmm," he already closed his eyes, he was taken a bit aback yet he found himself already wanting more.

trying to lean in for one more before you pull away toooo far... "hmm? you started this, do you really wanna run off?"

itto being itto was him talking about his newest beetle, checking out how how its size would make any other challengers cower, you couldn't really find yourself wanting to listen. not when you hadn't seen him in a week and this is what he was doing?

"can you believe it, babe?! i beat him before ten second even hit the clock, i'm just amaz- mmhmmm! mmmh..." before he knew it he already (and very nervously) placed his arms around your waist.

"good... lord, you taste... nice, baby, is that the chapstick i got you last week? ack! okay, sorry!"

cyno is haha very tediously telling you a joke. and you just couldn't take it anymore so you just leaned in and made sure it was a gesture he wouldn't forget about and would stop telling you about how a shoe made out of a banana its called a slipper.

"wasn't that funny? why... babe, why aren't you laughing, beautiful? did i- mmmh." for how 'funny' his jokes are, he finds his hands caressing the sensitive skin of your lower back. pulling your closer by your waist.

"mmm, you... you are something." - "better than your jokes?" - "ill have to consider, you're a good kisser."

tighnari was just talking and talking and talking about the mushrooms he had been recently using for the dishes he had been so insistent on cooking. in which he did but realized pretty late that you had left that dish untouched, thinking of touching something else instead.

"and, you know how often these appear? how lucky are we that we have them growing our garden? baby? are you li- mmh!" you could already visualize his ears pointing upwards in the shock, only to feel him lean into your lips a little more.

"you... you are so... you are gonna be the death of me."

durin has you leaning on his shoulder while the rest of your friends danced in the middle of angel's share. sharing apple juice with each other that felt even more romantic and cheesy than it should've.

it was cute in a way really, it got to a point where varka and albedo have commented, and now here he was. your favorite dragon talking about his newest conch he-

"-found in liyue, isn't that great? hat guy took me out there, i wish you were there. all the views reminded me of you. so here, keep the co- what are y- mmn..." subconsciously his wings flap at the sudden warm sensation on his lips.

"y- you... what?"

lohen is busy talking to you about his latest encounter with the abyss. ringing an arm around your shoulder as he shows you around, pulling you close and super distinctively inhales your scent in. i hope you know that he cuts off a lot of his sentences just to tell you how nice you smell and look and are today.

"geez. you're amazing, i can't help but appreciate y- mmmn! mmn..." you can tell he was a little surprised but pulls you in more. it really get to a point where you need to pull away to breathe.

"oh? you seem excited. now you wanna back away."

varka is the kind of guy to pull you in by the waist, and starts to trail his kisses down your neck that turns to bites. has his free hand already cupping your face. it's so habiskjdasdjkhsa that the guy who was trying to hit on you just a moment ago. he would've just told the guy to fuck off but he doesn't mind this either.

"oh? what makes you think they aren't take- huh? what's that ba- mmn!" taken offguard the moment he feels you on him but again, hey. he likes showing off what's his.

"hmm? people looking? doesn't matter,"

[benjaminsplayhouse]

*cracks knuckles*

Illuga smut for the illugalings? (You know who you are.)

Illuga... and marking...?

But he's very gentle about it...

Having little love bites on your shoulders and legs and he gets embarrased whenever they're visible :3

Illuga being dominant... ough...

You being the only person he shows his scars to 🌚 lick them and he's WEAK

Sex after a long day as a lightkeeper... Letting him release pent up anger and stress 😲 but he still manages to be gentle of course🙂‍↕️

[r4ori3]

Your fae husband

[rawjutsu]

alhaitham getting revenge on kaveh with you <3

it had always been an unspoken rule — you and haitham only ever fucked at your place. not because of some gentlemanly impulse on his part, but because it saved him from kaveh’s morning-after lectures about how loud you two were. it was easier that way. clean. controlled.

until tonight.

you’d been halfway through brushing your teeth when your phone buzzed, his name lighting up the screen. come over. no explanation, no hello. just that.

you barely thought to question it.

when you got there, the first thing you noticed wasn’t him — it was the noise. metallic clinks, wood creaking, something being dragged across the floor. you knew kaveh was an architect, not a carpenter, but from the sound of it he was building an entire house right in the living room.

haitham didn’t acknowledge it. didn’t even glance toward the racket. he just led you to his room, shut the door, and kissed you like he’d been waiting all day.

“you’ll see,” he murmured when you asked about the noise.

you didn’t. not until you were flat on your back with your shirt half-off, his mouth on your collarbone, and his hands sliding your shorts down in one smooth motion. his fingers were in you before you had time to think, curling in a way that made your hips jerk.

you bit your lip, out of habit — and that’s when his palm caught your jaw, tilting your face so you had to look at him.

“don’t hold back tonight. i want him to hear you.”

the realization hit just as he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with himself in one deep, deliberate thrust that had you gasping loud enough for the headboard to creak.

you tried to muffle it, and that earned you a sharp slap to the inside of your thigh.

“i said, don’t.”

he started slow, measured — the kind of pace that made every inch drag against your walls, just to hear your breath hitch. then he picked it up, hips hitting yours with a deep, unrelenting rhythm until the sound of skin on skin was almost as loud as your moans.

every time your voice dipped, he adjusted. knees hooked over his shoulders so the angle made you choke on a cry. flipped onto your stomach so he could yank your hips up and fuck into you harder. wrists pinned above your head so you couldn’t muffle yourself.

the first orgasm came embarrassingly fast — your toes curling, back arching, nails clawing at the sheets as heat coiled and broke in your gut. you whimpered through it, and he leaned down, lips brushing your ear.

“louder.”

the second hit while you were still shuddering, this time with his thumb grinding your clit and his teeth catching your earlobe. your thighs trembled, and you half-sobbed, the sound echoing just enough for the thin walls to carry.

from down the hall: “are you kidding me?!” kaveh’s voice, muffled but sharp.

you barely had time to process it before he had you on your side, one leg hitched high over his shoulder, pounding into you until your eyes rolled back. the third orgasm hit like a wave, thighs clamping around his hips — he just pried them open again and kept going.

the fourth came when he dragged you onto his lap, guiding you to bounce on him while his hands kept your hips moving even when you were shaking too hard to keep rhythm. he kissed you through it, smug at how messy and breathless you sounded.

“we’re not done until he gets the message.”

your fifth was pure overstimulation — bent over the edge of the bed, tears pricking at your eyes, your voice raw from moaning. somewhere in the background, kaveh muttered something that sounded like “for the love of—” before a loud clatter hit the floor.

alhaitham chuckled, never letting up.

by the time the sixth and seventh rolled through you, you were too gone to count, voice breaking on each cry, legs trembling so hard he had to hold you upright. he didn’t stop until your thighs were slick, your throat sore, and every nerve felt raw and electric.

finally, when he pulled you against his chest and let you collapse onto the bed, you could still hear the faint slam of a cupboard from the kitchen.

“i think the message was clear.” you exhaled.