Flins gives black cat energy when flirting. He isn't direct with his affections like at all in the beginning and half the time when he is, it feels like some form of an omen with how fleeting or rare they are.
Watches you sleep. Like intently, so intently he has even drawn you while sleeping. He keeps notes on your habits the first few times. Something, something, about burning your face and likeness into his memory for his own keeping/viewing. You have caught him once. But thats the only time you were aware of it.
I feel like with how old flins is, and even with how gentlemen like. He'd give you a lock of his hair, or wish for you to do the same. Hell not even hair. Clothing, lace, a button. Something for him to collect and keep on him for sentimental value.
Always can and will know your exact location. You feel endangered or uneasy, bam. He is right beside you.
Will let you use his lantern as a night light. Need something from the kitchen? Use his lantern, don't turn on the big light or the other oil lanterns. Hell if he is inside the lantern and you do this, his voice will ring out softly. "Return to bed beloved. You have an early rise tomorrow."
When you pick a gem/jewel to add to his collection, he favors it the most out all the others.
Flins doesn't need to eat or consume food like a normal person. But he will learn for you, got a favorite dish, cook it with him and he will reverse engineer the dish so he can make it for you. Its like a puzzle to him, or a riddle. His favorite thing is watching you eat whatever he makes. He'd even comment that "good husband's care for their spouses in more ways than one".
Wouldn’t it be funny if the loudest people (Kyojuro, Sanemi, Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Satoru, Eren, Sukuna, Bokuto, Kuroo, Katsuki, etc.) were the ones who are actually quiet during sex?
Hear me out here, but they (^^^) get so embarrassed and they bury their faces into your neck, bite down on your shoulder when they’re pumping into you. Or biting on their knuckles or turning their faces into the pillow to bite at the case of it, veins popping along their neck as they grip your hips/thighs hard enough to bruise.
Their eyes all watery and their breaths heavy and shaky, jaw clenched so hard you swear it’d break. All because they don’t want to make noise — they don’t want to moan, or whimper, or grunt, or groan, or even curse — because the second they let out even the smallest of noises, they’re done for.
So they try their damn hardest to stay quiet, but it just ends up with them moaning and groaning at a volume to match your gasps and whines. At a volume that matches the wet sounds of his cock bullying into your tight pussy, heavy balls slapping against your ass/the backs of your thighs.
You are not a happy human. You always lie and tell everyone you are, you always smile and tell them. You are the most happy person.
You are not a happy person, and you do not have a happy story.
(tw: self harm, abuse, cutting, rape)
(i was making a short snippet and ended up typing way too much jkgktrgw)
You’ve never known what it was like to have your mother love you. She only ever hated you. Your Nanna tells you different. But that never made it easy for a six year old who would cry in her room about the fact her mother hated her. You’ve never known what it was like to have your mother love you. On the rare times she visited, she wouldn’t speak to you like you were hers. She wouldn’t let you call her Mommy. And you’ll never know why she hated you. If she hated you, she should have never had you.
All you have is your Nanna, Micheal, and his mother. Micheal has been teaching you sign language since he lost his voice. Talking hurts him. You never tell him you miss the sound of his voice. It hurts him more than you, you think at least. You always smile for him. You always play with him. Since he lost his voice people stopped talking to him. They never talked to you to begin with. Your stutter was horrible, it was near impossible to understand you sometimes. You don’t know the sound of your voice half the time. You just don’t speak. Why would you speak when other kids laugh at you? You’re a miserable kid. But you hide it behind a smile and pretend you’re happy.
Years keep passing, and you’re still quiet. You still stutter. You fluently talk to Micheal in ASL and sometimes ISL. That one is trickier you think. The only times you are ever happy is when you’re with Micheal. He’s the only kid who loves you for who you really are. He doesn’t hate you and mock your stutter. He always defends you. Micheal is truly your only friend. But he got a new stepdad, and you notice he’s been upset about it. He won’t talk to you about it. Maybe Micheal will stop loving you too?
You cry when you think about that. You don’t want to lose Micheal.
You finally enter highschool. Micheal’s voice never came back to him. Your stutter isn’t as prominent as it used to be. But you still find yourself as the quiet kid. You and Micheal share some classes. You two sign with each other, despite all the trouble you get into for it. You think this is the only good part of your life. How you and Micheal can always smile and laugh. How much you love him. He’s not your brother, but you wish you had a brother like him.
One day someone mocked you for never having dated someone. You went crying to Micheal that night. You asked him if he’s ever kissed anyone. You told him you never did. You asked him if he’d kiss you. He gets really embarrassed. He told you he couldn’t. You can’t help but cry and tell him you understand. You go home and cry yourself to sleep that night.
You and Micheal are fine. But you heard a family is moving into town, and they had 3 sons. Two of them were twins. Turns out you have classes with both of them. Martin is quiet like you. He’s covered in scars you noticed. There were some you thought looked strange. You talked to him, he was always shy about you coming and talking to him. You consider him a friend.
His brother is intimidating. Vince doesn’t care if he scares people at school. And one day Vince corners you in the hallway and asks you out. You just look around. He cornered you, but her must be talking to someone else, surely. He tells you, it’s you. It could only be you. Your face lights up, and you just agree. That was the first time you kissed someone. You remember vividly how empty it felt. You thought a kiss was supposed to mean something. This is hollow. You don’t think you’ll ever know what a happy kiss will feel like.
You’ve been dating Vince for months. He told you to stop talking to Micheal. He wouldn’t even let you talk to Micheal or Martin. Vince will corner you in the halls and kiss you. You only think about how much you wished you could feel something in it. Sometimes he touches you, and you always tell him to stop. He hates when you do that. Everytime you do, he grabs you by your chin and tell him you belong to him.
You thought being in a relationship would make you happy. You’re not happy. You’re empty and hurting. One day Vince told you that you weren’t all that pretty. It hurt you more than you thought it would. You remember sitting in the shower for awhile. You don’t remember exactly how it happened. But it was the first time you cut yourself. For once you felt something again. Other than that empty hollow feeling you’ve grown used to. All you could do was bandage yourself and sob over it. You went to bed and tried pretending it never happened. That that day never happened.
Weeks passed and Vince kept insulting you, forcing you to let him touch you. Everyday you kept cutting yourself, hoping it’d make you feel happy, feel something other than empty. You got half that wish. But you wanted to be happy. You were happiest with Micheal.
You snuck over to Micheal’s. The two of you laughed and played games. You watched anime. You felt the smallest twinge of happiness when you were with Micheal. You told him you missed him. He missed you too. While you two were together you needed to take your jacket off. And all he could was stare at was your arms. There wasn’t a spot of skin untouched. You heard his voice for the first time in a long time. Scratchy, pained. When he asked you what happened, and why you did it. You bawled in his arms and told him Vince didn’t make you happy, how he’d insult you. But he’d never let you leave. If you ever brought it up, he’d grab you until it hurt and told you, you were his. You told Micheal you were too weak to fight. You knew Micheal too well, and told him not to hurt Vince. You kept out details. But you promised Micheal you’d see him more often.
The next day at school, when Vince made you sneak off with him, he slapped you. You remember that sting, you remember how he told you to make up some lie. No one knew what Vince was really like. Martin would give you sympathetic looks, but you didn’t understand them. Vince started inviting himself to your home. Your Nanna’s wasn’t home. So she couldn’t hear you cry the first time Vince forced himself on you. You were supposed to be safe in your home, in your own room. He told you to get over it, that you should have put out sooner. That it was wrong to make him wait that long.
You took a handful of pills and cut your arms until you couldn’t feel your fingers anymore. You wished you could die.
It didn’t happen all the time. But it would still happen. You’d sneak over to Micheal’s. He didn’t hear your laugh, he knew it was Vince, but he knew if he did something it’d hurt you more. All he would do was plead with you was to leave Vince. You couldn’t. No one would want someone as dirty as he made you.
Vince took the happy story you were supposed to have. When you told Micheal this, he told you, he’d make sure you got a happy story again. But you had to leave Vince.
It was almost graduation. You told Vince to meet you in the hall during class. You made sure you were in front of the door so he couldn’t hurt you. You told him you didn’t love him, that you were leaving him. He told you it wasn’t happening. You were nothing without him. You told him, he was probably right. But you didn’t want him anymore.
You went into class, and smiled. You were free. You were sure you were free.
Vince followed you home that day. You were closing the door behind you, when he shoved you in. You hit him with the closest thing near you. It stunned him for a moment. You grabbed the phone and ran to your room and locked yourself in there. You dialed Micheal’s number. You heard a cough when Vince started banging on your door. You just screamed and cried for Micheal to come help you. You begged for Micheal to come save you when Vince broke your door down. Vince hit you the hardest you’d ever been hit.
You don’t know what happened, but when you came to, your pants were unbuttoned, your shirt ripped, but Micheal was standing over you, petting your head. You just cried, and you heard him tell you the police were coming. You cried and thanked him.
You were at the station that whole night, you had to tell every agonizing detail. You cried to the officers. They asked if you wanted Micheal to come in, you kept telling them no. Micheal couldn’t know how dirty you were. Even he’d stop loving you if he knew how dirty you were.
Vince was arrested. You pressed charges. You were sent to the hospital for stitches, a rape kit. It wasn’t surprising they saw your cuts. You were admitted, and they gave you the help you needed.
Your story isn’t happy. You aren’t a happy person. But it’s improving you think to yourself, as you brush Micheal’s wings. The only demon you knew growing up, wasn’t a monster compared to the one who took your cleanliness. Micheal was an angel if someone asked you. He was your angel, faults and all. He always saved you when you needed to be saved. You love Micheal, you love your brother. He’s always saved you.
I can see Flins with the trope of "wait we weren't married/courting this entire time." Sue me.
Like you accidentally appealing this his courting rituals/notions and Flins rolls with it. (We could be mean and say he knew dam well the entire time but liked you too much to question it)
But yeah, imagine your suprise when someone like jokingly teases you for having Flins as your husband and you are just staring at them, like huh? Then you have to go back and think at what moment did you confess? Sure he holds and kisses the back of your hand, but he does that with everyone? Right? (Not really)
He shares his collections with you, even the most prized gems in his collection, he does that with everyone right? Even his bone puzzle thingy, he has to have shown others right?(No)
He offers food to you, that you know he doesn't do often. You've rarely seen him eat. Much less offer whatever he has, even if its water, he'll ask if you'd want some, but you've shared with him? So where's the problem?
After the wild hunt is spotted nearby he is in your area, like instantly, like he has a radar in his head. That's because he is a light keeper, right? (Not even close to the truth)
Sharing pieces of clothes(like his gloves if you get cold), offers you a space outside the cemetery to talk, hangs onto every story you've ever told him like its trivia, knows your tastes to the capital T.
When you bring this to Flins he will just look at you simply and ask if you seriously did not know you two have been courting since the start and that he happily shares the sentiment.(he will have a specific smile on his face. He was just waiting for you to figure it out)
Lohen x Fem reader| Reader is the 5th company captain, written before Lohen official release, may be considered ooc, aka fake marriage au/marriage of convenience, Lohen wants a person who can actually just kill him as a spouse. Lohen calls you "my lady" since I think he is somewhat a gentleman, slightly sadomasochistic Lohen, please enjoy!| WC: 6.3k, not entirely proofread
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“Vice-Captain! Letter, left it on your desk sir!” A knight called out before leaving the door for the morning patrols around the city, the shuffle of boots across the tile floors within the great halls of the headquarters.
Lohen made a non-committal noise deep within his throat, it was early in the morning, he had to get to his usual sparring sessions, perhaps raid another hilichurl camp, maybe even take on a few bounties against the treasure hoarders. He pushed off the desk he was leaning on, placing the twirling blade of his dagger back into its leather sheath. Approaching the desk with letter, he pauses, recognizing the seal in the lower right corner of the envelope.
It was his families seal.
Another letter from his family, likely concerning his whereabouts.
Or specifically, his marital status.
For years, after leaving home, Lohen did everything in his power to avoid this day, whether leaving to go on long expeditions, jumping at the opportunity to haul materials across the continent for the knights, even recently leaving for Nod Krai with Varka to bring aid in dealing with the Wild Hunt.
He measured his time, gave half-assed responses or just lied about possible matches, denied every rumor possible concerning himself. Yet, it was never enough. Lohen knew this, none of what he was doing would cover up what was going to be done, the inevitable truth hanging over him.
An arranged courting/engagement, or worse, a fully arranged marriage.
Pulling the dagger out from its protective sheath, he slit the envelope open, revealing papers neatly folded together, he could smell the ink on the pages, his eyes could even see some of the ink stains that bleed through the pages to the pages backs. With an annoyed sigh, he pulls a few of the papers out, reading through the contents.
“Dear young Lohen…”
He hated the weight and condescending voice that formed in his head with these words, he could just hear his father’s voice speaking to them. Heavy with disappointment or annoyance, in this case, it was most likely both.
“We have been utmost patient with your announcement to court, your mother has gone through many thorough searches for potential matches, even has gone as far to speak to others outside the city, something our family has rarely done in the generations prior.”
A huffed laugh left Lohen’s lips, there it was, starting out the gate with the semi-passive aggressive wording, oh do tell him more! How much more work has his folks gone through to make his life much more frustrating, how many more random invitations to dinners he will either avoid or never try for.
To save himself from the pain of how many pages of this, he skipped to the very last few paragraphs of the letters. He skimmed through, random family drama, scrutinizing him for leaving at such a young age to pursue such a violent path, how he was much more docile as a younger man, or a child to be quite specifically, the worries, prayers, the meetings with the church concerning his safety, yadda, yadda.
“However, seeing as after various attempts, you have not guaranteed a successful match for the sake of courting, your mother and I have been kind and patient Lohen, but if this continues, I fear a firmer action must be taken. I have spoken to the Cardinal of the church; he has come to an understanding for the situation.”
Lohen narrowed his eyes, the hell were they talking about? Narrowing his eyes, he continued to read further.
“We have decided, since you have refused to see what is beneficial for you, the Cardinal agreed that an understanding between the Knights of Favonius and the Cathedral can be made. A decision we as your family support-“
A strained laugh left Lohen’s lips, his left eye began to twitch, the hands holding the pages of the letter were straining, almost tearing the paper in twain.
“If you do not show any promising signs of courtship, and/or take action of your marital status, the Cardinal has agreed to looking into relieving you of your strenuous duties concerning the Knights of Favonius.”
Lohen’s heart stopped.
No. No. No.
No, no way in hell did they go to the church to try and talk him out of his job for the sake of marriage, this was worse than an arrangement! This was his job for the great winds sake! The only job that left him somewhat satisfied, the one that allowed him to feel expressive in his physical abilities.
How dare they! How dare his parents- they were pushy in the past before, he knew the time would come for an ultimatum, but this was beyond absurd? Lohen folded the pages back into their neat folds, the sound of paper tearing echoing in the empty office.
He tossed the letters, trashed the envelope deep into the trash bin.
His eyes were unfocused, his mind scrambled for an idea, a decision to make for the sake of this. But first…he needed to let off a little steam.
He grabbed his polearm, leaving the headquarters to go on a hunt. He didn’t need to look at any assignments or reports to know where exactly, he can tear a path to find it. Before he knew it, he was walking through the forest, any creature that came behind him, trailing him, fell to meet their maker. Any treasure hoarder who tried picking up a fight ended up in the worse shape he will ever know.
The sun was finding its place on the horizon, around him, a hilichurl camp laid quietly. Bodies laid lifeless all around him, his eyes were staring at the ground, the rock, mud, and grass underneath his boots.
His polearms weight was a familiar grounding in his palm, the tip of the blade had dulled yet again, the cities blacksmith could yell at him time and time again about how harsh he was with his weapons, but that was for another time.
His chest heaved, raising and lowering with each breath, the fragments of cryo energy lingered in the air, cool and sharp as his blade. He sustained a few injuries, perhaps being a little off his guard, or being too risky with his movements.
No matter, he thought, that was something he could deal with later.
For now, he just needed a little more. More to feed into his control, that he had some control over his fate and movements.
This was only a taste, an appetizer for a grander meal to feed the bloodlust.
Lohen tightened his grip on his polearm, he stepped through the camp, uncaring if he stepped over a lifeless husk. The forest was quiet, his ears focused on the sound of anything that could be of any challenge to him.
A sound to the east heightened his senses. Naturally he followed, whatever was to lie on the other sides fate was to be determined by him. (Unless it was a human, then he unfortunately had to follow protocol and leave them alive.)
It was late into the evening when Lohen returned to the headquarters, many who had seen him either moved out of his way or stayed quiet. It wasn’t just the sight that got them, but the feeling, the shift in atmosphere that came with it. The frigid air circling around Lohen was enough to freeze anyone to the bone, Dragonspine couldn’t compare, it may have been seen as a summer vacation paradise to how Lohen felt.
But the look.
The look of adrenaline, the feeling he could take anything on was worn on his face, eyes wide and unfocused, the slight scent of blood on his uniform and armor. Injuries, surface wounds that bleed like life-threatening injuries. Lohen quietly entered the 5th company captains office. Many of the knights had gone home, rarely do any stay this late into the knight.
He placed his polearm gently to lean against the wall, tossing his cape, gloves, and chest. Mint hair that usually was carelessly styled, was pushed back as he moved near a lamp to assess the damage.
A few scratches, one nasty cut to his hip, and just bruises. He didn’t get thrown around, but the geo and electro lawachurls gave him a decent fight. Decent in barely interesting, but it was enough to satisfy his needs slightly.
The door on the other side of the office opened, Lohen didn’t look up, instead he greeted who the person he believed was to answer.
“Good evening my captain, how may I help you this evening?” He spoke in that sing-song voice, but it was strained at the edges, he eyes took a glance in your direction. You stood with your arms crossed, your eyes were lowered, slowly trailing over his form.
“You’re alive thankfully. No one could get hold of you all day. I had to send 4 knights to do your one job you know?”
“Oh? I must apologize then my captain, I didn’t want to make you worry, just leave the harder assignments to me, I’ll have them finished by morning. That way you won’t worry your pretty head anymore.” Lohen’s hand dug into his pocket for gum, something to chew on while he tends to the cut on his hip, a small distraction, something to cool off his mind. Not anything to distract the pain, no-he needed to feel that a way to remind him how much more he could give and take.
You were not convinced.
He has faced worse, looked worse, yet somehow-today felt different. Your eyes looked at Lohen as he popped the gum into his mouth, his eyes were still unfocused and wide. His hands were slightly too jittery to handle with a needle, and his shoulders were tense.
You could ask, you could deduce something was wrong, but it wasn’t your place. Your job, as his captain was to ensure he was well and fine while on duty, whatever Lohen did off duty was up to him, and how the winds blessed him.
Quietly, you opened a few closets to place a first aid kit, bandages, and the extra pack of gum he kept stored. You did not speak; you only met his eyes briefly.
Ever since he became your vice-captain, Lohen respected you, for your position, and strength. Having finally sparred with you, his respect grew further, but your relationship was that of only in the context of working. Never has either of you pushed past that boundary.
So now, he expects you to leave, wish him goodnight like usual.
“Have a good evening Lohen, I hope to see you alive tomorrow.”
“Same to you [Name]. Goodnight captain.” He speaks, his voice monotone as he returns his focus to himself, back on the worries he perceived this morning. He hears the door click shut quietly.
As his hands work, grabbing the stitch kit within the first aid kit, he grits his teeth, any normal person would have asked for pain medication, perhaps numbing, not Lohen. He needed the pain to remind him that he is breathing, that he can still have control. The needle pinches into the skin, the stitching thread dragged slowly against the open wound, closing the bloody gap.
The skin could tear if he wasn’t careful, sweat dripped off his brow, his lips were pulled back into a scowl, strands of his hair stuck to his forehead, time seemed to have stopped. His mind, his thoughts could not focus on anything else.
Finally, the last stitch pinched and pulled into the skin, a gasp left Lohen’s lips, he tied off the thread with a knot, using his dagger he cut the remaining threat loose. Lohen’s body physically relaxed, hard part was over. Now just to clean up his wounds, shower, and finish bandaging himself up.
Using a cloth, he cleaned any scratches, cuts, or even grazes on his body, some could have been close calls if he was lazy, but luckily Lohen was not. He may be an adrenaline junkie, but not a lazy one. (If that is even possible?)
The water in the shower at the headquarters was stained pink along the white tile, the blood, dirt, and overall grim was scrubbed off his shoulders. After all the mental weight on his shoulders, they finally relax, dropping as the water cascades down them.
It was quiet everywhere, some would find it peaceful, others unnerving.
Lohen was focused back on his larger issue, the marriage thing.
What the hell were his parents thinking? Contacting the church of all things to “help aid and sort this out”, bullshit, they were pulling the final card from the deck, the final measure.
Luckily, nothing has been made final, even if they went out of their way to get him removed from the knights, it would be too much trouble and questions on Lohen’s personal side. His reputation for whatever romantic endeavors he has or hasn’t pursued could be fleshed out in the open.
As persistent and frankly annoying his parents were, having their sons reputation tarnished all because he doesn’t want to settle down exactly right now would be unwise for everyone.
Lohen turned the shower off, he grabbed his towel and went into one of the changing rooms, the headquarters had housing for the knights who were too tired to go home, accompanied by shower rooms and bathhouses. A kind precaution to stop anyone from overworking.
Drying his hair and changing Lohen was thinking through his options. He could ask Varka or Jean to ship him somewhere, perhaps Inazuma? Yeah, somewhere long that by the time he comes back, everyone would have moved on.
Or he could just try and sweet-talk the Cardinal into understanding his perspective, but with how much people talk about him now, and his reputation within the knights, yeah that could not work too well if he played his cards poorly.
For some, regarding his fellow knights, they get terms like “heroic, honorable, humble”, and while these words do correlate to Lohen, he was admirably strong and durable, some of his fellow knights praise him for his combat abilities and tactile judgments.
But some of the people of Mondstat?
Barbaric, brute, and bloodlust.
Those were some words whispered about him, not that he cared all that much, most of the ones speaking so little of him were weaker than him, that or envious of his strength. So why should he care?
Still, it was about convincing the Cardinal about this, perhaps having support from his superiors could also help. Jean or Varka, he can talk to tomorrow morning, you, he can talk later into the day. Perhaps written approval would help, just a little thing to give him more time to make a concrete plan.
Lohen finished dressing, he turned off the lamps and lights within the changing room, entering the halls to leave. His thoughts already knowing how to approach Varka and Jean, a favor to be repaid for Varka, Jean could just give brief detail about the situation, maybe she’d just be reluctant to help, but you?
Stumped him.
Truth be told, you were an enigma to Lohen. Not in a bad way, but more comforting. He could not explain why but knowing nothing too much about you made working with you easier, so was training with you.
You were never topic of random gossip or drama, you were lively when needed, and overall, a well-respected and good captain. If memory served Lohen well, he knew of a few knights who tried courting you, but never overheard how the attempts went.
A funny thing for him to think about now.
The next morning, Lohen requested a private meeting with Varka, Jean had to finish a few reports and apologized about having to forgo his request, but reassured Varka would be in the headquarters to help with whatever he needed.
Entering the Grandmasters office, Varka sighed in relief as Lohen entered, pushing the stack of paperwork on his desk to the side.
“Lohen! Perfect timing, Jean mentioned you placed an appointment but she’s out right now, so, what can I help you with, I’ll try my best, I assure that.” Lohen smirked, from the stack of paperwork, Varka was given, he must have been waiting on Lohen and his arrival.
As much as he could pass back and forth the formalities, Lohen cut to the main point.
“I need your approval, in the form of a written approval concerning something I’m involved in…concerning the church.” Varka leaned back in his chair, gesturing his hand for the door of the office to be closed.
“I... uh can’t guarantee anything if you put another sparing partner into the infirmary Lohen, that is something [Name] can pardon, but I don’t know about the church.” Lohen stood in front of the desk, his arms crossed, as that is true, you would have written it anyways. After so many months of you both working together, you got the gist of Lohen and his routine down within the first month.
He remembered how bored you looked when his last assigned training partner pleaded to being swapped. Of course, that left you with Lohen for the rest of that week, surprisingly, neither of you requested another switch order for sparing partners. Either you forgot to, or, as Lohen likes to think, you were too stubborn to give up or not accept his challenges.
Every taunt he gave you, you returned the force and action. It got to the point he looked forward to training, at least then he had some form of a challenge during his day. The bruises that formed on his body knew that, than and the satisfied smirk that naturally followed on his lips.
But back to the present.
“No, I need the approval concerning a marital matter, nothing too serious-I’ll even write it, you can sign it, I’ll get it to the cardinal and then it would be all over with. Just wanted to let you know first.” Lohen shrugged like it wasn’t anything.
He was praying Varka would just agree and move one.
Another reason he thought of Varka doing it would be easier. Jean would ask further questions and be much stricter about the protocols accompanying this, which on any given matter is great, but not right now when time was not of precious matter.
“I-Lohen…wow, okay, -ahem-, As much as I’d love to- do that.”
No. Please, gracious winds, no.
“I’m going to need more context, what do you mean “marital matter?” like a marriage dispute, courting matter?” He could just tell Varka nothing and leave it at that, but- Varka looked too serious, meaning, he needed to give a little more. Lying wouldn’t help him in any case.
“As in, I need you to approve that I won’t be demoted or removed of my position because of a lack of courting…my parents are a little upset about my romantic life, and have contacted the cardinal about it…now they mentioned something about him looking into supplementary ways to…step in.” Yeah, that should be more than enough.
Varka’s face dropped, his understanding eyes, squinted at the edges, his smile turned into a uncomfortable frown. “I…unfortunately I can’t do anything about that Lohen.”
“What?” What the hell does he mean? He is his boss!? How can he not do anything?
“I-now, hold on-. According to the volumes of protocol the knights must follow under the churches steed, one thing we can’t interfere with is marriages. Unless it is a civil, domestic, or professional dispute, we can’t interfere, only enforce the law. The church has the power and authority to determine the approval for these matters. As much as I’d be willing- more than willing to help, I do not think it is within my authority or power to do so.” Varka shrugged his shoulders, his eyes were apologetic.
Within Mondstat, the church holds power and influence over certain matters. Marriage falls into this, who get married, when, where, etc. However no other office within the government can dispute a marriage, the church held that authority, even in the case of potential marriages. The church offered counselling, consulting hours, classes, all the things for anyone within the nation to marry whomever they loved and life a prosperous life in marriage.
But that means this plan, Lohen’s plan, has gone to shit.
Without further words, he thanked Varka for his time, not needing any other explanation, instead he stepped out of the office, and went down the hall to the 5th companies office. Inside, knights fluttered around to get their reports approved, come changing their armor, others chatting.
As Lohen entered, some tried breaking out into conversation with him, but no-his focus was on something entirely different. He grabbed his polearm, daggers, and his left-over assignments, leaving to go out for a little while.
A little while clearing his head, to think deeper about this, and find another plan. But right now, his grasp on control was teetering, he needed to grasp it again. So, this will do for now.
The last ruin hunter fell before him, the loud crash against the area echoed in the chasm of the cave he found himself in. Honestly, Lohen forgot how he ventured his far, he was just following some of his tasks, then oops- found himself here.
“Hunting you down was annoying, please make me stop doing it.” Your voice rang out over the echo of the cave.
Lohen raised his head, you carefully stepped down from the cave entrance, moving between the ruin machines that laid before your feet. “Frankly, how you manage to find these places is beyond me, how did a “patrol Dornman Port” turn into you stuck in this claustrophobic cave filled with ruin machines and monsters alike?”
Lohen extended his hand to help you off a steep rock, you take it, fingers curling around his palm, looking around, you analyze the cave, also eyeing any potential damage. Lohen didn’t focus on that, instead, the warmth of your palm, through the glove, he could feel it.
A small part of him wanted to know. How this palm felt against him. How it felt either in the form of a fist, or even a slap, any contact will do. Any contact is good contact from you, perhaps it was the desire to spar, to have another challenge to feed the rush that made his head dizzy, eyes burning. The blood pumping through his veins, the reminders he was breathing and alive.
“Lohen?”
“Hm? Yes my lady?” Lohen quickly recovered, his hand slipped away from your grasp first, he started to instead, pick up his daggers, and weapons. “If you came all this way to hunt me down, I should feel honored to have you [name], I know you take the act of hunting serious.”
“I would if it did not come in the form of Jean’s worrying. Why are you this far out anyways? If you left now, you wouldn’t retuned back into the city until nightfall.”
He paused, the frustration and anger boiling in his stomach from before sparked to life, but he swallowed whatever wanted to bubble into his throat. As much as he wanted to complain about it, you didn’t need to hear it. It probably wasn’t important to him now, you seemed a little annoyed about his safety right now anyways.
Lohen smirked, placing on that casual, almost teasing attitude he played with you. His eyes half-lidded as he looked at you. “Now again, I apologize you had to come this far out, but I assure you, I am more than capable of handling myself. No need to go on the prowl for me. But thank you, perhaps next time I can ask you just to stalk me instead, it would offer me more than what these “monstruous machines” gave me.”
He walked close to your figure, leaning forward to smirk in your face.
“Perhaps I should just ask you to show that annoyance and frustration now, take it out on me, you know I can take it. Unlike the test dummies at headquarters.” He chuckled, turning around before seeing your reaction.
“Haha, funny, but I am serious. Grab your things, I’m escorting you back, after all the panic you temporarily gave me, I need to have you in one place. Better for everyone.”
“Oh? Even you, my lady? How so?” He does follow your order, he finishes grabbing his things and follows you out the cave, offering a hand here and there, finally the true walk back began. The sun was bleeding into the horizon, coloring the sky in a warm pinkish hue, as if an artist was blending a painting within the sky.
“Its better so I don’t have to worry about your wellbeing, you’ve been going on these…hunts for a while now. It’s getting too concerning now, makes me think your under some type of spell with how you disappear and return with someone’s else’s blood on you.” You look out at the lands before, rolling hills of green fading under the setting sun, the trees moving with the wind, waving along to the gales somber song of the approaching night.
“Oh? Is that how you see me, perhaps you aren’t giving me too much credit my lady.”
“I’m being genuine and serious, whatever is wrong with you, I’d hope you could place some trust into me to help relieve or aid you in it. However, I will not pry further.”
The rest of the walk, it was silent. Lohen could have said something, joked or teased you to ease the tension, but now the adrenaline was leaving his bloodstream, the exhaustion was cascading down his limbs, making them feel heavier, feeling returned to his fingertips.
And pain, pain was flowing, almost overflowing into his body. He staggered but kept himself upright. As endurable as the pain was, how much he liked living off of it, it was intoxicating, the thrill of battle, the pain that came with some of those brutal victories, like an addiction he was hooked on. But the pain sometimes caught him at the worse moments.
But he swallowed his tongue, walking alongside you, all the way back into the city, your words of concern for him, made his heart ache, a pain he was not sure of yet.
“Here. Rest the bad arm on my hip.” Your voice was concerned, and quite mean. But a good mean, like a “you could have died” mean.
In this case, it was because when you returned from the walk, Lohen left to shower, you waited on him so he could give you his reports, the hall of the headquarters was empty, night overtaking the windows. Moonlight peeped into the curtains, dancing across the floor.
However, as you were patiently waiting, the loud crash caught you first, jumping into action, you ran to the shower rooms, checking for any signs of trouble, instead, you found Lohen nearly fainted in one of the stalls.
Which leads you to quickly cover his nude body in towels and carry him to one of the resting rooms. Lohen sat against the bed, his body tired, very tired as he leaned some of his weight on you.
Goodness he looked weak. You must think so.
Your face was so worried about him, when his eyes focused long enough for him to note your face, by that point, he dipped out of consciousness again. His head pressed against your shoulder, hair damp, some strands dripped water down his back.
“For goodness sake, are you serious Lohen, did you get tunnel vision or something? You have bruises forming on still healing bruises.” Your hands touch gently at his back, checking for any broken bones or signs of internal bleeding.
Now any person would be upset if their boss, much less their captain was checking their naked and blemished body for wounds for their destructive habits. But Lohen was not any person. Truth be told your hands on him were comforting, he didn’t know why, maybe the concern of another person and their touch is what does it.
“I told you it was an accident; I just lost consciousness temporarily.”
“And have been for the last 15 minutes. Don’t give me that shit, lay back, let me see your chest and mid-section.” He could fight you on this, but he was too tired to do so.
Normally, Lohen tended to his own wounds, never letting too many see the scar tissue and strained muscles that lay under his uniform. He knew what worked, and what didn’t, a skill he workshopped on his own flesh willingly.
But your hands mapping every scar, gently holding him, as if you wanted to be careful made his skin shiver, the blood loss from his body could have been a reason for that, he could make as an excuse, however your hands felt so…nice…and warm on his skin.
Your hands touch the lean muscle of his abdomen, your hands stop at the stitching on his hip, your tongue clicks within your mouth.
“You could have asked if you needed help.”
“Well, you never offer my lady, how as I supposed to know.” Fair point. Lohen’s voice was breathy, short, his eyes blinking too many times to try and adjust to the faint candlelight on the desk across the room.
“The perhaps I’ll have to make it routine for you then, if you continue to be reckless I’ll just check on your behalf, I don’t want you dying Lohen. I like having a vice-captain.”
“Well, if you’re making a request then I’ll keep it in mind next time, that my lady, [Name], wants me to return to her in one piece.” His voice was dripping in sarcasm, but if it was an order by you, he’d do it.
“Perhaps I should, so you won’t split your head open on the tile in the shower rooms.” You bandage a few more wounds, even redoing the torn stitches on his hip.
The room entered a soft quietness, your hands were skilled as they worked, right now, Lohen focused on his breathing, on being able to feel and touch. The temporary reliance on you had him punching himself metaphorically.
The breathing was working but his eyes, half-lidded remembered what led him to another spree, the lack of a plan he had now. An exasperated, yet angry chuckle bubbled in his throat. Your hands paused as his chuckle turned into laughter; worry flooded your features.
“Wha- Lohen?”
“No-no, I apologize my lady, I don’t mean to make you worried, just, don’t mind me, I’m only laughing at my inevitable fate. A silly thing.”
Your brows furrow, now it was worse, what did he mean by “inevitable fate”, you stood up, sitting back in the chair next to the bed, Lohen sat cross-legged on the bed, the towel covered his groin and lower abdomen. His back leaned against the wall the bed was pressed against. The moonlight danced across its features; the beauty it left behind was that of art. His eyes in the darkness could be unnerving with the red hue of his pupil, but under the moonlight, any light, he looked…simply beautiful.
“What I mean is, you’ll possibly have to look for another vie-captain, since I may be demoted by the church for a personal issue concerning my martial reputation.” Your eyes narrowed, he closed his, shaking his head. His hand swept his bangs back as he sighed.
“Explain.” That was all you asked.
“Well, my parents didn’t want me becoming a knight, said it was too dangerous. That and it’d be a terrible outlet for my “aggression”, anyways, the only way I became one was if I started taking my future into consideration.”
“Marriage.”
“Correct as ever my lady, but, as you can probably deduce, I’m not married. Haven’t been all this time. So now my father contacted the cardinal and the church to step in. Seeing this as a personal matter, and a marriage one, not even Varka can help it. So, you may want to start finding a different vice-captain, I’ll even throw in a few picks.”
“So, I’ll lose my most capable knight and vice-captain because he isn’t currently courting someone and isn’t married. That is what I am getting.” You restated into a single sentence, Lohen nodded, he chuckled again.
“Terrible isn’t it?”
“Terribly.”
He smiled, a sad one, he really does not want to lose this, this being his current job. But also, this, you, as his superior, the closeness you can have with him as your vice-captain, your second in command.
The silence stretches again; you sit with your thoughts. Lohen was thinking about how he was going to get demoted, perhaps desk job? He knows no action for him, perhaps helping with the administrative duties the knights had. What a boring fate.
And on top of that his parents would still be nagging him.
He closed his eyes, too tired to give more thought into this, he wanted to go out fighting this, out with a bang. He has done it once; he can just dodge and avoid again, he has to.
“Lohen.”
Your voice shakes him out of his planning, he turns his gaze to you, tilting his head in your direction.
“Yes, my lady?”
“Let me help you.”
“[Name], you already are staying late, I can assure you that I can finish cleaning myself up, I won’t faint again- “
“No, with the marriage thing.” That shut him up, quickly. Whatever Lohen was going to say about his current well-being, physical or mental, went out the window.
“How.”
It wasn’t a question, or him using his polite tone to ask you, it was a statement. How, how would you go out of your way to help him.
“Well…if you haven’t found a match in the city- “
“Every match I have gone out of my way to find or have arranged for me, either ended with boredom or the lovely women of Mondstat not having the strength to deal or stomach the idea of me. Those that could, were unbearable my lady, completely, I have exhausted this option.”
“If you would let me finish for the winds sake, goodness-” You huff, your brows furrowing, Lohen leans back onto the wall, he offers an apologetic look, but nods for you to continue. “My apologies my lady.”
“Thank you, anyways, I could marry you.”
“What.” His eyes burned into you, they didn’t widen in surprise, but instead the pure shock was heard din his voice. The sing-song tone, the casual formality was dropped in the words tone. It was flat and serious.
“There is a law in Mondstat, I know this from…pervious experience, but any marriage can be annulled by the church, free of reason if the marriage is less than 18 months of the license original date. Hypothetically we get married, and announce it to your family, the church wouldn’t have any suspicion of your courting issues, we could lie about certain issues or work them out later. Once it is believed, we can annul the marriage before the year and half mark.” Your reasoning had logic within it, sound logic.
Good logic, actually.
But with every good thing, Lohen expects something, you came with this in the minutes he told you and are willing to marry him. A whole fake marriage to appease people you will never personally know, for what? To keep him around?
“So…what do you think? Lohen?”
“I think…it’s a marvelous idea my lady…however, as much as I do not want to be a skeptic, I need to be. You are telling me you’ll risk marriage, and a potential divorce on record, to what? Keep me around, like a get-out of jail card? There must be something you can get out of this?”
He leaned forward, scanning your features deeply, whatever could you get out of this arrangement, or what favor could you pull onto him for this? That was the true mystery. Your eyes flick away from under his gaze, but once you gained the confidence, you held his gaze.
“If it means you’ll stay, then I’ll do it. I don’t want to go on another search for another vice-captain. Besides, you don’t deserve to be demoted for this, it’s an unethical solution to a frankly stupid issue. You are your own person, own adult.”
Lohen’s eyes narrow and stay on yours, at any point you could be lying, lying about wanting to help him, and unfortunately he would have to deal with the fallout from it. But from what he knows about you, he can see your honesty, perhaps you really did not want to find another to replace him. Seems extremist, but- you were offering.
And his other options look slim to none. So, trusting you and your word was the best option.
“When would you like to file the marriage license then my lady?” A small grin formed on his face, the type he usually held for battle, the thrill, the adrenaline.
“We can go any morning this week, but this is dual effort Lohen, if you want this to look real we have to make it seem.”
“Oh, so should I buy us rings too? Should we throw a party for the announcement?” He grinned, but he could do that, buying metal rings was good, he could reason because of your jobs, fancier ones could be easier to damage or lose track of.
“If you wish.”
“Then we can go to the marriage office tomorrow morning, I’ll buy the rings after.”
“Deal.”
“Deal and thank you [name].”
You begin to stand from the chair, Lohen had a genuine smile adorned on his face, you were putting up a lot to help him, so thanking you was the least he could do.
“I…you’re welcome Lohen…don’t forget tomorrow.”
“Wouldn’t if I tired.”
A/N: Hellooo! This is actually the next series I wanted to write after MFW, so here is the first chapter! I do hope you like it, Lohen has been eating at my brain, may be considered ooc, but who knows, I'll change it in due time!
"My favorite witch!" [Varka x GN! Hexrei witch reader, based off this blurb]
Reader is referred to as "my witch" but no gendered terms are used elsewhere (also slightly mean? Reader but Varka can handle it)
"You'd think after nearly risking your life against a horde of hilichurls, you'd head to medical bay or even Barbara for actual healing." A scowl was forming on your lips, and all Varka saw was things in his imagination he'd also want to see your lips do....(like be on his, or smile at him, or laugh at his jokes, he's not a picky guy). But instead, he gets a lecture about why he stumbled all the way up the northeast, past Windrise, to come see you.
Your arms were crossed, a book was laid next to your table, some cards, Barbeloth must have came by to check in, even she rambles about how aloof you can be, whether to her, someone she's know for a good time, or even to Alice, however granted as Varka has learned, whenever Alice visits you it is because she needs you to do damage control. Even Nicole, whom you claim is a "good one," gets your "please don't talk to me right now" energy.
But when Varka visits? All that "aloof and not friendly goes out the window" because you have a man on death's door with flowers waiting to be answered. So of course, you shuffle him in every single time (4th time this month, btw) and heal him. You're not even that good of a healer, but he insists that you do it.
"I do not understand. Why come to me when there are more experienced healers in Mondstat? Either you're a masochist with a humiliation kink or the lights are not fully on in your head. How many times do I have to repeat myself, Varka?" You can voice insults, taunts, anything, but Varka was quick enough to catch your concern laced in your voice, the way your eyes widened when you answered the door for him. He knew. But he also liked teasing you.
Instead, Varka did his usual, shrugged off his overcoat, his armor, layers of clothes, and sat in the dedicated chair(the one he always sat in when you two did this sing and dance) and instead asked you about your progress with whatever project you were working on. "So what is it this time? Turning another apple inside out, fixing something Klee broke? She asks about you, Alice complained at the last tea party about her wanting to see you, oh! Did I tell you about Noelle and her progress? Recently she...." like this was normal.
You narrowed your eyes but listened nonetheless; you knew Varka was compassionate about whatever he held close. So him sharing about his students, or more like the knights he showed his paternal side to, about their successes and his concerns. You knew about a kid named Razor, a nun named Rosaria, a few of his captains and knights, one being from a noble family, how he despises paperwork but will swallow the bitter pill if it means Jean could relax more. All of it. Sometimes you state you don't care, but others you do ask for the "sake of taking his mind off the pain" and for an excuse to hear him talk.
"Oh, Barbeloth asked about you, she wanted to know if I could 'drag you out of your hobbit hut' for a tea party with the others. Funny, she asked me to do it."
"Ironic, she of all people calls my home a hobbit hut. Seeing as she loves to drop by uninvited and leave her things around for me to keep safe. That or complaining about her student. What kind of mentor changes their name to outdo their student for the sake of pride? Definitely not someone to call my house a dam hut." You'd think this is something she and Alice share in common. And they do.
But it has been a while since you've seen your Hexrei sisters. Nicole often speaks with you about how much they've all missed seeing you. But they understand your standoffish nature. Exile was what you chose to protect yourself with; they understood but still wished better. After decades, they wished for change, even M wanted to see a change; the last tea party you attended was when she was still writing her story. It's been a while.
As much as you could dwell on it, you had a 6'4 over 190-pound man looking like a kicked puppy whenever you ignored his annoyance of a presence for more than 2 minutes. Like right now, he's tugging at your fingers to get your attention. "[Name]? [Naaaammmeeee]? You hear me?"
Snapping out of your memories, you frown. "I had the pleasure not to, but what do you want now?" He smirks, your words did have a bite at one point but now its similar to a cat trying to bite his hands, little to no effect. His hands found your hips and pulled you in front of him gently as he tried with his smoothest voice. "I want to go out with you, you should come to angels share, I'll buy, just for tonight?" His sweet charming appeal was met with your deadpan face and the look of annoyance.
"Out with you? Why would I force more time spent with you? I've already had the displeasure of seeing you naked and bleeding on my rugs."
"Wow, you really do not let that go."
"Not when those rugs are older than you. And why angels share, so I can have my peace tainted with drunkards?"
Varka completely ignored the last part of your words and refocused on the fact that you have seen him naked. So to make an excuse again, he stood from his chair and leaned in really close. Like his nose touching your cheek closely. "Oh, so did look when I had to change after getting my ass kicked by Andrius." His hands encircle your waist, and his thumbs rub against the fabric of your clothes.
"Not when you decided to change in the middle of the room while whining about bleeding and losing to an overgrown snow dog like Andrius. Honestly, you don't have a sense of awareness, do you?"
"Around you? No. Come on, I know if you really hated me, you could have just obliterated me into smithereens. Not that I would have minded, but by now you should have pushed me away." Your hand was on his chest, gently with little to no force, pushing him out of your space. Annnnd, he got you. This was the spot. Your face can play the game well, but the way your body is reacting, not a chance. He whispered his question again.
"Could you please come to Angels' share with me tonight? I'll buy. We don't even have to drink. I just want you there with me." The grimace you tried to play fell into something heartfelt at his honesty, but quickly you put the act back on.
"You really are a masochist to admit you wouldn't mind me using magic on you." You huffed and squeaked when he pressed oh so close, like Varka wanted to live in your skin.
"And you are not sly with seeing me in all my bloody glory, why? Did you like what'd you saw? I can strip down again to let you get a better look. Anything for my favorite witch."
"If Alice, Nicole, or Barbeloth heard you, they'd have you on your knees apologizing." You're feeding into his ego; he knows you are.
"I'd like to for you."
"Out! Off and out. I swear to the great winds if you got any of your bodily fluids on me-!" Varka chuckled and pecked your cheek with a feather-light kiss, so light it almost did not happen. But it did. You knew it did. Quickly as it came, Varka got his clothes and was out the door with the promising hope that this time, you'd come out to see him.
In the quietness of your home, you touched your cheek, your eyes drifted from the chair he always sat in to the table. Locked onto an item that belonged to your "annoying" knight. His gloves. He forgot them. He always took them off when he was around you. You wondered why.
"Varka! You were supposed to invite them to the tea parties, not to the tavern! What about us!" Alice and her fellow hexrei sisters were sitting in his office, highly upset that the Grandmaster's charm had failed to get you to come outside your home; instead, it left Varka face down on his desk as he reevaluated his decisions and where he had failed. "Most people would just give up at this point, I think [name] may expect that too," Barbeloth mutters, not surprised but still disappointed.
Varka should be discouraged; most would be, that or plain hurt from your coldness, but Varka was not like most people, something he prided himself on, so instead, he changed his strategy. His mind was reviewing all of your interactions, not the tavern, or the training grounds, perhaps Windrise? You didn't live far; it wouldn't leave him in an odd position if you chose not to come. Unlike the 3 hours he waited at the tavern wanting to see you, instead looking like a kicked dog whose owner didn't come back in time while waiting by the front door.
The door had a stern knock against its wood before revealing the acting grandmaster, Jean, opening it. In her hand were a few papers needing to be signed. "Grandmaster, sorry for my interruption, but I have a few more reports that need to be looked over and-" She paused, seeing Varka and the 3 witches all mulling together. But mainly, she could see her leader not in the highest of spirits. "Is everything okay, sir?"
Nicole gently answered. Alice was still deeply upset; she was looking forward to another tea party. hell you could have gotten to see Klee again! But instead, Nicole answered first, speaking into everyone's minds. "He is currently upset that our fellow witch [name] did not follow up on his invitation to join him at the Angels Share tavern," Jean looked back at Varka, analyzing his frown. It was subtle, but if you looked deep enough, it was there. But her eyes caught something other than his small frown.
"Grandmaster, excuse my notice, but where are your gloves?" Varka groaned, but then did notice, finally, that his hands were bare. "I had them on all day and-" Did he misplace them? He doesn't usually take them off, not unless...
A loud gasp leaves his lips. Varka stands and quickly leaves, a smile forming on his lips. "I left them with my witch! I'll be back, Jean, you can handle my reports, yeah, thanks, I owe you one!" Jean and the others stood in shock, a quiet pause over in the air.
"Did he say his witch?"
"And he left me with his papers again."
Fortunately a overcast was predicted to form over the lands of Mondstat, a fortune Barbatos has to be looking out for the Knight of Boreas, because it means he does not have to immediately come back, I mean, who would travel all the way back during a bad rain storm? (Him, he would, to see you, yes, he would, and has.) Arriving at your doorstep was when the onpour began; the dark and thundering clouds would mean bad luck to anyone else, but for Varka, no, a perfect opportunity. Before he could even do his signature knock and perfect his stance to appear charming at your door, you open it first.
"What the hell are you doing on my doorstep in a rainstorm? Are you purposely trying to get sick?!" Oh, how your voice was music to his ears. Varka was shuffled into your home. Thankfully, you were doing laundry, totally not worrying over him, and thinking of ways to return his gloves (you have magic, why not use it?) You get him seated in his chair and begrudgingly give him a cup of tea in a cup he recognizes.
"Oh, you're giving me my own cup now? You made me drink that nasty concoction from this before. Remember? When I was throwing up after a trip through Springvale?" he had gotten some random spur of illness, but came to you instead of the Cathedral or even the medical bay knights for aid dealing with a puking and sick grandmaster as he took home in your spare room.
"I remember, I had to clean you up while avoiding vomit, and the "concotion" was a basic herbal remedy from Liyue I had to make and learn, or else you'd be dead in a grave." Again, he was used to the tone, but the care you went out of your way to nurse him back to health for a week straight was clearer. He smiled and crossed his arms, watching you sip your tea, your eyes were avoiding his, not out of the usual reasons, but more so out of guilt.
"You didn't come to the tavern."
"I was busy."
"I waited 4 hours, how busy could you have been?" A normal person would be upset, angry, even, you were waiting for the other shoe to drop, for him to finally give up, but as you avoided his gaze, Varka's smirk grew into a smile, a genuine one. He scooted his chair closer. leaning closer. You could feel his presence and knew he knew.
You were scared to come and see him, not that you didn't out fo rejection. He could tell, from all the times he's tried, this time it was different. "If you're so deeply hurt by that and don't respect my schedule, like usual, then I apologize for not coming out to see a bunch of loud drunkards." Again, the bite lacked force and venom. He grabbed the leg of your chair and pulled you closer to his presence. A yelp escapes your throat(and the reminder he could manhandle you if he chose).
Varka, like in his nature, pressed into your personal space, his voice genuine and raw. Not proud, not prideful, not that dorkish tone he carried when he threw pick-up lines at you. "I wanted to see you. I had hoped this one time, for once, you'd answer back. Tell me what I am doing wrong, and I'll change. anything, name it and I will." The kicked dog look was amplified, but his smile held sadness. You tried looking away, but his hand, gently, pulled you back to him. Any other time, you had no problem scowling, narrowing your eyes, or even glaring at him in the face. But now a look of embarrassment and shame was on your face.
"You forgot your gloves." Really, that was what you were going to give him after all of this, you were going to- "I was thinking of ways to get them back to you, I didn't want to be stopped by Alice or the others, for their lectures would never end about the many invitations I've neglected, and I didn't want to ask one of your knights to waste their time."
He was expecting something else, but instead he smiled sweetly. Quickly, your tone changed back to sharpness to protect yourself. "All of this...what you're trying to do is irrelevant, and a waste of your time. When will you see that? That this is all a distraction of my time and taking me away from my work." Oh, you were scrambling; anything else seemed more important. He could see right through you. Varka's hand cupped your cheek.
"I'm a distraction?" "You always are, whenever you barge in here begging for my help, when you offer to fix my door after you broke its hinges, which was rude first off, when you got sick for a week and-" His other hand cupped your face, holding you to look at him, with little to no force, you could break away and make him leave, instead he squished your face into a cute pout, one he's grown to love.
A silence grew, delicate like a flower, but you finally cracked. "I'm terrified."
Your expression fell, the guard was down. "terrified, you'll see how pointless this is, pursuing me, that you will leave for better. Like you deserve to."
"But I don't want better, I want you. Whatever you'll give me, I want it," he leaned in, proving his point, your noses touching. A whisper leaves you again. "You're scaring me with your stubbornness." He chuckles and shrugs, "You call it stubborn, I'd say deeply and madly in love."
"You're going to see the uglier side of me."
"I've seen worse, you're not scaring me that easily."
"You'll leave when you realize it sooner or later."
"I've stayed this long, haven't I?"
You open your mouth, but he stops the argument. "I am going to kiss you now to shut you up. You understand?" Any words of rebuttal in your throat die out, with a small nod, heleans in and presses his lips to yours. The kiss was gentle, loving, but with underlying hunger; he's dreamed of this. Varka felt like his body was on fire. He could go for more, but this will satisfy it all for now.
Your lips move in tandem. He didn't want to scare you off, so he restrained a little, your hand pressed into his chest, and you could feel it beating rapidly. When you break away, the sound of the rain and your heart ringing in your ears. Varka leans in and pecks your cheek.
"Next time, surely you'll come out with me now that you know you can't get rid of me." Your eyes narrow, but a smile does form on your lips. "You are going to be like a dam leech, aren't you?" He wheezes a laugh and smirks.
"Like a parasite."
Bonus: Varka did convince you to come to a tea party, finally, Alice set the tea, Nicole set plates, Barbeloth prepped the snacks, but he didn't tell them he invited you. Nicole did set a plate at your chair, though probably a useless thing for her to do, Alice set a tea cup down beside the plate as always. The trio took their seats, and a quiet peace flowed between them.
"Alice, hope you set out an extra chair!" The witches looked up to see Varka dragging you (not really, he led you to the table), in your hands was the stack of invitations you had previously ignored. You smiled sheepishly before you could bite out a remark, and hands and arms circled around you.
"[Name]!"
"You finally came outof your hobbit house!"
"Please tell me this isn't a spell you've made up?" Your sister witches hugged and fretted over you so much that you ended up walking backwards to avoid the lectures and concern talks, so far back you bumped into Varka's chest. He smiled at you and simply patted your shoulder. "No backing out, honey."
"And- wait...Honey?"
"Honey?" was all that was heard before Alice began the rant of how cute you finally opened up. "Aw [name], finally! You have a lover, oh, after so long!"
"Surprised you didn't sedate him yet." You shot a glare at Barbeloth. She waved it off and went to place a delicacy on your plate. Nicole congratulated you, and she and Alice held your arms and took you to the table so they could tease you some more.
Varka took a seat and smiled. You acted the same, but he could see the softness. It was concrete in his mind that he was not going anywhere without you.
Lohen x Fem! Reader| Reader is the captain of the 5th company, fake marriage au/marriage of convenience, swearing, some flirting, funny KOF shenanigans, fluff, not entirely proofread! Please enjoy! (Also I did not anticipate this fic to blow up so fast but thank you all so much! Also thank you for 1k!! Wooo!!! Anyways, enjoy!) Wc: 6.35k
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Acquiring a marriage license within Mondstat was easier said than done. Due to the fear or marriage fraud or abuse, cases that seem unlikely but have unfortunately found their way to become a statistic, the church, the courts, and the Knights of Favonius have issued a heavily detailed process for marriage. Most commonly, a couple would request series of interviews with a member of the marriage office to receive a marriage license, some questions would be asked as to pertaining to legal matters such as property, insurance, financial guidance, and the usage of announcements.
The announcing part is what is most associated with marriage within the culture of Mondstat. Announcing a marriage, or the engagement, is what becomes the most widespread and talked about, it also made the license request process much easier, by having proof that yes, you wish to marry this person, yes other people know, no this is not a scam.
And it your ticket to make this look real.
The evening your “arrangement” was made, Lohen and you agreed to meet up early the next morning to plan your course of action, so he woke up before dawn broke across the horizon to get to the headquarters, happily sitting in your office while he awaits for you.
Truthfully it still shocked him you were willing to help him. From how easily you came up with a plan, to even mentioning a quick get-out ticket for the marriage ate at his mind all night. You reminded him it was best for him to stay within the resting rooms to get, well rest. His body was working on barely decent sleep from the stress, and his injuries made it worse.
But what really did was your worry and concern.
He could lie all he wanted about how it made him feel, seeing you genuinely worry about his wellbeing, but unfortunately Lohen would not lie to you, you were his lady, his captain, and now…fiancé. Making you worry so much you refused to leave his side until he stopped fainting, only leaving when he finally “fell” a sleep. Or when he closed his eyes and relaxed visibly enough for you to finally go home.
As you reminded him, the devil was in the details, to make this work, it had to look as real as possible, so everything needed to be planned, from the engagement, to how you two “met”, to when your hypothetical wedding date would be, if you two wanted to even plan for that. You could just get the license and leave it at that. But unfortunately, Lohen knows his parents, they were formal, traditionalist who would want their son to do things “the proper” way. As old-fashioned as it was, a part of him agreed.
Part of “making it look real” was the perception, how people viewed you within society helped make your place in it, he should know. He has seen and heard all the perceptions of him, as a man and as a knight. If others are willing to place their opinions onto you for the sake of spreading gossip, why not give them something to chat about? He could imagine the amount of dirty rumor spreading about you two not doing the “proper” way of getting married. Even if this was temporary and did not matter within the very close future, it was best to think of the benefits right now, right?
Which also brings Lohen back to his thoughts about the rings.
Metal, simple rings would be quick, efficient, and easy.
But a part of him could go beyond that, you know, for the sake of making it look real. It would be an embarrassment to his name and yours, if you walked around with a simple silver band around your finger. Even if he had to pay more money for something fancier, it would be best.
To make this it’s worthwhile, why not flaunt a little.
A small smile formed on his lips, the little things should not matter, it’s a stupid idea, but-the idea makes him feel…warm. Strangely warm.
The image of you walking around with a diamond ring he picked with you in mind, doing your duties, writing reports, or even sparring, was something that fluttered something in his stomach. Sparring especially, fighting while maintaining the integrity of the ring and even cleaning it after it gets stained? Oh, the beauty in it was enough to spread warmth into his lower stomach.
Much to his disgrace, it was not the time for that, he needed to focus. Lohen still needed to get things for this, he can fantasize about licking blood off your hypothetical ring another time.
Your footsteps echoed through the halls, sunlight was beginning to blossom over the horizon, dawn would break over the world within a matter of minutes. Your office door opens and closes quickly yet quietly. His eyes trailed over your form, you were dressed casually, not yet adorned in your uniform or amor. Simply the layers of clothing found beneath is what you were wearing.
“Good morning my lady, sleep well? Did you miss me?” He grinned when your sigh graced his ears, the look of annoyance in your eye told him enough to guarantee that you did not in fact sleep well.
“If you are to mean the stress of planning a somewhat fake marriage, all while wondering if my hypothetical husband in said marriage would be alive to see it, then yes, I did sleep well Lohen.” The tone of your voice exasperated yet softness, showed a form of care. The words “husband” echoed in the deeper chambers of his mind. Like the feeling of his mind calling, you “wife”. It sent a tickle down his spine, not an uncomfortable one, just…new.
“I did apologize for my reckless behavior [Name], it was just stress and an outlet for my disapproval for this whole situation. However, I will…attempt to promise, it won’t happen again anytime soon.”
“Attempt?”
“Attempt, yes, there is no guarantee, the need to satisfy my taste for a good hunt and battle can never be…fully satisfied. I would think you know this by now my lady.” Lohen grins as your eyes do not take a single thing he says serious or to heart, instead you come closer and lean to inspect his eyes.
His pupils returned to their normal size, no signs of vision impairment from your observation, and the color of his face has returned, he didn’t look so sickle pale as you had last saw him. Much to his dismay, you did intent to wait out the night to make sure he didn’t slip into a coma from the lack of blood, but ultimately your trust in Lohen lead to you finally going home into the late hours of the night.
Taking a seat at your desk, you pull out paper and pen, beginning to map out the proper way this needed to happen.
“Firstly, we need to acquire the marriage license, hence meaning we need to do the interview process and get the proper documentation in order. That won’t take too long hopefully, we can request the license first then get the documentation to bring back for inspection.”
You write down a few things out like a checklist, Lohen listens carefully, nodding along thoughtfully. The sun rising light shined into the office windows, warm sunny light illuminated your side profile, bringing warmth to your features unlike anything Lohen had seen. Perhaps it was the residual delirium from the blood loss, or the feelings surrounding this arrangement, but his eyes focused more on your face than whatever you were communicating, like zoning out from everything else.
“Then for the announcements- Lohen? Lohen?!” You waved your pen in his face, quickly he recovered with little to no sign. “Still listening my lady, please continue about the announcements, are you suggesting that we do the formal route and give them to our bosses, like Jean and Varka, our families, or just do without?”
The formal route would also mean throwing a celebration, traditionally when a couple, -specifically a young couple much like yourselves- announces a marriage, a match, or proof of courting, any sign of a romantical relationship forming, the people within their families host get-togethers, parties, or host a dinner. Something for the families, friends, and even members of the community to come together to celebrate the new beginning for a new couple.
“Well…depends, my parents are fine either way, I know its preferred, but then again, this is for your sake, to make this look as good and real as possible, so if we have to plan a party…then we will when we reach that bridge.”
“I am asking [Name], for if you want to, we don’t have to my lady, I only suggest it for traditions sake, personally I could do without, but then again, knowing my family it would be preferred. But even if this is for my sake, we both are married here. You have just as much input as I do.” Lohen held a point, this was dual effort, meaning dual decisions. He could do without the party, it would be a hassle to invite the many members of the knights to a party in the first place, but if the idea brought you discomfort, then oh well to tradition. Your opinion mattered more.
“No- how about this, if it feels right to throw a small dinner or party, then we can. However, if its not time, or we can work around it, we will.” He can get down with that. Lohen nods, “then what is next? Acquiring the license, do the interviews, possibility of doing an announcement party? -“
“Wouldn’t we have to meet your parents; I mean this is the largest facet to the plan and why I suggested it, they are the ones creating the problem. Once we have some proof, we show it to them, hopefully they get off your back and stop using the church to harass you out of your position.”
Oh, that.
Lohen deflates in his chair, his lips form a thin line across his face. Did you really need to meet them, wasn’t a subtle announcement enough? He could hear his fathers voice in his ear about “how proper it would be” to have his future wife meet his parents, perhaps over dinner. But unfortunately, Lohen has not promptly spoken to his parents in person for the last several months. Being in Nod Krai will do that, work keeps him away, and dutifully avoiding the constant nagging in any conversation about marriage pushed him far away for good reason.
But now…the reason has changed. You would be there, he wouldn’t brave it alone necessarily, Lohen could tell, his parents would like you. A well-accomplished young woman, a captain of one of the most esteemed companies within the Knights of Favonius, smart and heavily intellectual about public matters pertaining to the function of the city and nation, and on top of that you were a beauty to look at. Extra brownie points for also having a sense of humor Lohen could understand. You were perfect in everything in the matter for a situation like this.
But as perfect as you are, his inner thoughts could nit-pick everything to pieces, like the blade of his polearm piercing his enemies, quick and efficient with little mess.
“Lohen?” your hand reaches to touch his across the table. He didn’t have his gloves on, neither did you, your hands were so…warm. Like a spark of a match, it was spreading throughout his hand, seeping into his veins, sending a spark down his spine. A simple touch of your hand left his swimming in warmth.
“Sorry, sorry, please continue, I agree my parents would love to meet you.” He smiled at you, a smile that was trying to be as genuine as possible.
It was rare when Lohen grew insecure, he wasn’t insecure of you, but reluctant for you to face the people he’s been avoiding for months, to place you square in the middle of the fire. Like a sacrificial lamb. In this case, you were willing, so willing to help, it made his teeth hurt out of the sweetness and kindness you exhibited.
“Then we can add that to the checklist for now, I believe that is all to plan for as of now, however right at this moment, I can request an audience with Jean or Varka to get time off request so we can have a few days to prepare for the interviews, it would also be good practice.”
“Practice?”
“Practice, like being seen, people like to rumor and whisper, it won’t take long before it will reach back to us, so practice being seen out and about. Groceries, patrol, leaving places together, it would add to the “realness” we need to give.” You reason, leaning back in your chair, the pen in your fingers twirls along each digit.
Lohen hums in agreement, it would make sense, the more witnesses to this, the less suspicious it would be. And it would make the interviews easier, you two are already comfortable around each other in a working environment, but in a more casual, more intimate one, may needed more work to be believable.
“I have time stocked up, we can make the request tomorrow, have the rest of the week off to practice and prepare. Question is, what are we going to tell Jean? She’s going to ask why we both are requesting time off at the same exact time on the same days.” He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head towards you as he makes his point. You think deeply, concentration taking over your features.
Perhaps it was how your brows furrowed when you were in deep thought, how your fingers gracefully moved the pen between each finger, circling each digit. Lohen’s eyes focused on the small knicks, scars, and signs of damage across your hands. Some of your knuckles have been broken, reformed into their current state. The years of training showcased beautifully on your hands, the skill required for your weapon displayed like an art form. A sight he was pleased to have the privilege to see.
“We could tell her the truth. Tell her we are preparing to announce something special and need a few days to plan, Jean doesn’t seem like the type to just rumor and gossip out of boredom, she’d probably be the safer option compared to the grandmaster.” Respectfully, knowing Varka, if either of you told him, half of Mondstat would be parading, sounding the canons, singing and dancing into the night. He was a massive supporter of a good time amongst the city and its citizens, and your marriage could be another perfect occasion for it.
Lohen nodded, reluctantly, it was better to play safe than going around telling immediately.
“I’ll get everything in order on my side then.”
“Perfect, I’ll talk to Jean later this morning.” You stood up, quickly hiding the checklist in a pocket door of your desk, Lohen grinned tiredly as how precise you were making this, how serious too. But he was taking it seriously too.
“Oh, by the way-” You stopped moving to turn back and meet his eyes, waiting his statement.
“May I ask you what your ring size is my lady?”
Later into the morning you sought out Jean, you were dressed in your uniform, holding both Lohen’s and your request forms for time off. The maximum you time off you both had was between 18 days, you did not need that many days to practice but still it was more than enough to get some breaks in from work here and there. Truth be told, some time off may be a healthier option with how much work ends up on your desk.
A few good knocks on Jean’s office door, you enter after hearing her voice ring out a “Enter”. She was seated at her desk, a cup of tea sitting near one corner edge, papers were neatly stacked beside her too. Currently she was reading what seemed to be a report from a knights assignment. Stepping into the office, you also note someone else’s presence.
Lisa’s.
She was enjoying a nice cup of tea near the window, once she spots you she smiles warmly, offering a kind wave. “Why, good morning sweetie.” She adds a small song-like tune to her voice. You were just hoping for Jean, but this is fine. Lisa feels safer than some of your coworkers to share the news with, it wasn’t like she’d go around to gossip. If she were to, then you’d have to think on your toes, pivoting into a new stage of the plan to preserve the integrity. If too many people knew, it would be too many unprepared questions you and Lohen would have to face, something you both did not review in the morning.
“Good morning Lisa, Jean. I came this morning to have a time off request approved.” You hand the files concerning you and Lohen to Jean, each detailed request that still had some vagueness within it to keep things locked up tight.
“Oh, both captains of the 5th company, is something going on? I don’t see any specific clause or reason under one of the sections, unless you mind me asking?” Jean flips through some pages, her eyes scanning each section of the document. “Unfortunately, I don’t want to pry [name], but I do have to ask for the sake of keeping a record, otherwise I won’t be able to process it effectively.” She neatly taps the paper against her desk, placing them flat against the wood, her face tilts up to meet your eyes.
Shit. You thought, should have known a root cause is needed here, if you said you needed to speak to someone at the church it wouldn’t be enough, specifics were easier to keep track of than lying. Makes the mess easier to sweep through.
“Um, ahem, I am going to speak with someone at the marriage office within the church. I was hoping to get a few days off so I can do the proper interviews for acquiring a marriage license ma’am.”
The room gains a soft pause, a moment of silence, Jean and Lisa exchange a look, then they turn their attention back to you. You keep their gaze, no matter how awkward it felt, finally Jean coughs and apologizes for her surprise.
“Oh, oh! Goodness, um congratulations! If its possible, could I ask, again I don’t mean to pry, who the lucky person is? I mean an up-and-coming marriage just sounds so- beautiful, and I want to congratulate you properly is all.” She smiled, Lisa nods, setting her teacup down and joining the conversation by standing near Jeans desk. “I agree with Jean sweetie, this a momentous occasion, a celebration really.” Their smiles were warm, encouraging, and full of pure joy. In some way the guilt in your chest should be wiped away, as this technically is not lying, but you could not help the feeling from forming.
However, you did tell Lohen, you’d tell the “truth” about this to Jean, so if it means letting them in on it, then it should be fine.
“To the vice-captain of 5th company ma’am, Lohen.” You put on your proudest voice, the smile that came with it felt natural, giddy, almost like you were little kid again talking about a crush. But it sold it perfectly. Jean and Lisa had their faces agape.
Your eyes flick between them both, your smile wavering slightly. Jean quickly looks down at the forms, and snaps her head back up at you, the wheels were turning. “Is-this is why-! You both requested the time off? So, you can get the license together?” Your confirmation made the room bloom in cheers and praise. Lisa came to hug you, smiling and cheering for the occasion, Jean stands from her desk, extending her hands to shake yours. Their joy was infectious; you begin to smile and laugh with them.
“Oh, the great winds! Congratulations! Oh, I told you Jean, with how often Lohen sought her out, I knew something was up- oh my goodness, we are so happy for you two!” Your smile paused slightly as you processed her words. What did she mean “I told you”? Jean was nodding, agreeing wholeheartedly.
“I know, I can see it now, oh its like a fairytale, like the ones we read as kids, oh [name], do say you’re going to plan an announcement party or celebration? If not, that’s totally understandable, but if you do can we help plan? I’m pretty sure Diluc could even get the lawns of Dawn Winery cleared up for something as special as this.” Lisa nodded along, added options of places at Windrise, the gallery hall in the headquarters, even a place in Dornman port.
The speed at which they were planning your not yet concrete announcement party for this arrangement of a marriage was stunning to say the least, they notice your quietness, apologetically backing off and toning it down. “I-um, well we…just came to the realization so…I don’t know if an announcement party will happen yet, but if it does, I’ll happily extend an invitation.” They both smile and nod, both squeeze your hands, like older sisters, appreciative and sweet about all of it.
“Let me get those forms processed, oh the quicker you two can get down to the church, the faster the process can go, oh, this is such a sweet things, and it’s the perfect time of year too?” Lisa laughs, “excuse Jean here dearie, she’s a romantic at heart, a lover of love.” Jean shakes her head, simply stating she was happy her friends are in love and sealing the deal.
After some more casual back and forth, she signs the forms and makes it so the rest of the week, weekend included was time off for both of you. “Tell Lohen we congratulate him, he is a lucky man!” They both state as you leave the office door, checking the grand halls, you quickly make it back to your office. It was still morning; you needed to get some work done and hold a company meeting for the knights of 5th company.
Picking a ring should not be this difficult. Not that Lohen has had proper practice before, so standing in one of the most expensive jewelry stores in the nation, eyeing every diamond ring that was being showcased. The patient woman who was aiding him quietly waiting as he eyes every ring.
Initially he was going to follow your order about getting a simple set of gold bands, something that won’t set you both back too much. Classic, simple, and drives the point home. But now that he can see the selection before his eyes?
He did not mind the money, the money is temporary, it always is, but even if the arrangement was temporary, he wanted the ring to look good, something you both could keep afterward if you desired. That or it can sell for a pretty price, so really he was thinking about the future, like he thought before, perception, outside perspective can shape how real this has to be.
“Can I see the other sets please, I want to be sure of which one I want to select. Could I also see the matching sets too?” The woman nods, bringing the velvet cases holding the rings for him to inspect, the first few boxes, nothing stands out to him, each feeling less special than the last.
“The next please.” His voice was concentrated, eyes barely blinking as he viewed each ring. Some looked out right ugly, others didn’t fit either of your combined styles. Some looked nice, but not perfect. The poor woman helping him scrambled for another box set. Possibly never having to go through this much scrutiny for this, some people would just pick either the most expensive or prettiest out the bunch. Not Lohen.
Picking the most expensive lacks quality, just because it costs a lot, does not mean it means a lot. It feels more like a hollow gesture than thinking deeply about ones partner. Picking the prettiest also felt hollow, but in the way of “ooh pretty ring, okay that’s all”, he didn’t want you to think so simply of him. Even though you expect him to just get the gold bands and move on, he wanted a little more. More to make this feel as real, he reasoned. Yes, this is why he was being to strict with all these rings.
He also had to think of durability, you both were knights after all, if the ring can’t endure a days’ worth of work, even while not being always worn then it won’t last however long your marriage would last. Metaphorically that holds a sentiment of meaning too. Even in battle, if your ring were to break, or dare say the diamond chip off Lohen would want you to behead him with his polearm, it would mean he failed, hence he needed to be punished for it. Falling to your hand is a suitable fate.
“Sir-I’m afraid this is the last box within our collection, if we do not have anything fit for your needs, then I am afraid we won’t be of any service to you.” The woman spoke apologetically, pulling the last box onto the counter, there was only 3 rings within this box. 2 of them looked drab, Lohen wrote them off immediately.
But the last one.
The last one in the box, sitting perfectly in view…it was perfect. The diamond had support made into the ring, meaning it wouldn’t just chip off, the width of the band was suitable, the diamonds color was simply beautiful, and it came in a set pair.
“This one.” It was the one. One for both of you to match, and show off for this, and it was beautiful.
The woman thankfully nods, agreeing. “Ah, it simply is, this was from our winter collection, it has a snowflake like pattern on the diamond, a wonderful pick sir.” She gently takes the box to collect the ring and its subsequent pairing bands. When she returned, with the boxes, Lohen also asked for a simple set of gold bands.
One for the occasion, the other for practicality. Without even batting an eye at the amount of mora he would be put back, a small smile formed on his lips.
The mora was worth this cause.
Throughout the day, you were outside the headquarters, doing patrols around the outer edge of the city, helping with some random civilian matters. You barely had time to eat a decent lunch if not for another issue arising that needed your attention. You still needed to hold a meeting on progress reviews for 5th company.
Time slipped by, soon afternoon had come you were entering back into your office, mostly everyone was in the office and corridor of 5th company, Lohen was still missing, but he wasn’t necessarily needed for the progress reviews. “Alright everyone, line up, we need do to the annual progress review, this is best done now, so we won’t be confused on our benchmarks later.”
A sound of “yes captain” jumped around the room, footsteps shuffle in and out, chairs move, and scrape across the floors of the room. You took out a few date sheets, some detailing last months progress, versus now. A benchmark to ensure some form of progress is being made for the knights of each company. Ever since you became a captain, you handled it with a seriousness that was not as well approached with the previous captain.
“Captain! Permission to speak freely!” Your eyes flicker to whomever was requesting, looking out over the sea of people sitting before you, you spot a newer recruit, Gwendolyn Murphey, her hand was eagerly waving, and her face just begging to let out whatever she was withholding. “Permission granted, please speak Murphey, but please make it quick, I’d like to get this meeting on with, so everyone can determine their benchmarks and get back to work.”
“Yes, of course captain.” She stands up, even going as far as standing on her chair, making her stand taller than everyone, the focus one was solely on her. “I wanted to be the first to congratulate you ma’am on your engagement to the vice-captain! When I heard it the first time I thought it had to be a too sweet rumor, but I heard while on patrol someone saw sir Lohen shopping near the jewelers, so it must be true! So, a very special congratulations captain [name]!”
Your face fell, how the fuck did she know? Once your brain processed the words, your shock shattered over your shoulders, who saw Lohen? How did they spot him that easily? How did Gwendolyn know? What the hell did she mean by the first time? Who else knew?
The room broke into cheers and praises, everyone began to clap and holler, cheering about your engagement, some even breaking into tears. “Oh, I knew it! They are perfect for each other!”, “Did you see how they always are near each other! I knew romance would blossom!”, “Oh [name], please invite us to the announcement party! Please captain!”. Now all the voices were too loud, your temporary paralysis of shock was forcefully pulled out from the noise of everyone pleading to know the story, knowing when the party was, how long this had been going on. Answers you did not yet have. You didn’t think it would spread like this.
“Alright! Everyone! Please settle down, thank you for your…congratulatory praise, you have my utmost gratitude, however this was supposed to be…a surprise announcement, so Gwendolyn, may I ask who told you this?”
“Oh, Mika ma’am, he heard it from Eula in reconnaissance company.”
How? How? How did reconnaissance company know? Its been only half a dam day, what was working behind the scenes here? You get the room to quiet down, and quickly, and by quickly, you mean by the grace of Barabatos’s wind speed quickness, run through the meeting. You handed out benchmark reports and got everyone back out for work.
Quietly you enter your office, shutting the door to process all of this. Too many people knowing meant too many questions you both didn’t go over yet, if you said anything, it could come back to bite you in the ass for poor planning. You slouched in your office chair, hands rubbing your temples.
“Think, just think and breath [name], think and breath, its all we can do.”
Right now, you possibly, not most likely have to plan that party, that can happen later into the week after getting the license, perhaps all this good talk was necessary? It makes everything feel believable, right? You also need to prepare the documentation for the interview questions at the church tomorrow- goodness. Your head lowers slightly; your hands massage the nape of your neck as your brain tries to quickly recover. Lohen just needed to show up with the rings, then you two can review everything again.
“Please Lohen, get back already….” You huffed and pressed your face into the wood of the desk, the cool surface cooling any excessive heat from your body, you were sure your body temperature jumped a few degrees hearing almost half the headquarters knew. Your eyes slowly closed, feeling heavy, the small lack of sleep was slipping in, you tried fighting it, but it took over. Your eye lids fell to close, your breathing evened out. The comfort of sleep took over your body.
A cold feeling pressed into your forehead, your body reacted first, snapping yourself awake, your vision caught up after. Slowly, wiping your eyes off the tears that accompanied sleep, your vision focuses on the person in front of you.
“Lohen?”
“Good afternoon my lady. Want a Fonta?” He placed the bottle onto your desk, his other hand had a bag of food, an order from good hunter most likely. The sun was peeking through your office window, the sun was going down soon, marking the change for evening.
“Ho-how long was I out?” you ask wearily, your hands rub your face, yawn leaves your lips.
“About 2 hours, I found you about 45 minutes in, told many in the office to head home after their assignments, just give me the reports to sign off on your behalf, let you get some sleep in, since you stayed up with me the night prior." Lohen placed another Fonta on the desk, that and a pack of bubblegum.
“Mhm, oh, I got the rings too. I knew you skipped lunch due to the work in town, so I went to good hunter, Sarah gave me a great discount, turns out nearly half the nation knows by now.” He placed the velvet boxes onto the desk too, gentle with placing them down.
“Now at this rate, we need to throw that party, but we can discuss that later, how was picking the rings, I hope it wasn’t too much money.” You take one of the Fonta bottles, an orange flavored one, cracking it open with a twist, you take a few sips. The carbonation wakes you up perfectly. Lohen doesn’t answer you and instead sits down across from you to eat.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, it was the least I could do, besides it helps me with my role, a good fiancé buying his future wife dinner/late lunch so she can regain her energy? Perfectly sells it.”
“Well, we are going have to keep it up, also sorry, I did not expect the information to get out so quickly. I wished I had better control over it.” Lohen shrugged, he wipes his lips. “It was bound to happen, now it just makes some of it easier, it’s a lot at once, sure, but it makes the reality sink in. But if anyone starts being weird or rude, tell me, my lady, I’ll have it situated out.” You huff a small laugh; a smile does bloom on your lips.
“Not needed, but thank you, the support has been overwhelmingly encouraging. Very overwhelming, however. Jean and Lisa were going to plan for us.” Lohen nodded, “could be nice, having the extra help, they could just help with everything, check something off the list for us?”
“True, I do want to know who told first.”
“Bet you it was Lisa. She either told Kaeya, or Amber.”
“Could be Amber, Eula knows, she told Mika and he told Gwendolyn here in 5th.”
Your hand reached out to look at the ring boxes, there were 4 instead of the 2 you agreed on.
“Lohen? Why the hell are there four boxes, did you get scammed or something? Why did you buy 2 gold bands of a set pair, you could have just gotten one set?” Lohen took the velvet box from your hands, he stood and explained.
“Because one set is the gold bands we agreed on, the other are actual rings-”
“Lohen?! I told you the gold was more than enough, I already felt bad for you going out of your way to buy them today, why did you spend more? How much did you spend?” Your face was adorable, really, Lohen smirked, but he continued.
“Because we need a set for practicality, something durable for our jobs, we can wear then under our gloves. The diamond ones are for show, so if we are off duty, which we will be to practice, we can wear those. Makes it look like we put care into this.” He sits his body at the edge of your desk, slowly, he opens the velvet box. The ring inside was remarkable in beauty.
“I-Lohen. How much was that? How much?! That looks specific, look at the color- “
“Its fine my lady, its fine [name], I can work back the cost, besides, from your expression I picked well.”
“You picked them? You didn’t pay for like a selector thing? You picked all of them?” Why were you shocked? Yes, yes he did.
“Yes, why wouldn’t I?” He tilted his head with a smile growing on his face, your confusion and shock was really cute, but he found it baffling you’d think he asked someone else to pick something like this for you. Even if its temporary, its still him picking a gift for you. No one else will do that for him. Its his ring, one he got for you, thinking of you, no one else.
Lohen stood upright, gesturing for you to extend your hand, you do it, your lips were shut close from just the shock he guessed. He gently removed your glove, he too removed his own gloves, thinking that the bare-handed contact made more for the moment than with a layer of cloth between.
He held your hand, cool fingers caressing your palm, with his other hand, he lifts your ring finger gently, his thumb sliding over the knuckle and nail of the finger. His eyes flick to your face, your eyes were trained on his face, tracing his face to memory.
The sunlight reflected in your eyes made your eyes shine, as if this moment wasn’t ethereal as ever, your presence really adds to it.
Focus Lohen, put the ring on, don’t make it weird.
He listens to his inner thoughts, sliding the diamond ring over your finger, it was a perfect fit, feeling right at home on your hand, it fit you well, he picked well.
“There, a perfect fit.”
Lohen handed you the box containing his ring, your hands held his hand as you repeated his process, your fingers were gentle, caring as you slid the ring on, tapping his knuckles to ensure it was a good fit. You hold his hands in yours; your eyes look up to meet his.
“It…makes it look real…for sure.”
“Yeah…makes it feel very real..”
A/N: Hey...helloo, second chapter in less than 10 hours, what? wow, crazy (it's because I have a whole week of hell for uni, so I pumped this out while still on free time, thank you to all the people so sweet and kind, had me crying in my room, like I said before, maybe ooc Lohen idk, in due time we will know! But yeah! This is a series, materlist linked on my profile, and up above, thanks again! BTW!! I will be making a tag list, please comment or message me if you'd like to be on it!
Lohen x Fem Reader| NSFW Chapter, MDNI 18+ (a marker will be placed in the text to show when it turns to NSFW if you'd like to skip! ->♡), possessive Lohen, getting the "I love you" things, mentions of insecurities. Beware i have not written stuff like this in a year, Taglist at the bottom, not entirely proofread. WC: 6.6k
->NSFW warnings: mentions of blood/bleeding (its Lohen), biting/choking, marking kink, orgasm denial, Lohen teasing, oral(F receiving), unprotected p in V sex, creampie, dacryphilia, manhandling, (missionary position), dirty talk, temperature play, + aftercare.
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“I want you to love me, like I love you.”
The words felt heavy on his tongue, the weight of each syllable sinks deeper into his throat. Like swallowing a pill. But yet, it felt like the direst confession he could offer you. A confession of his undying devotion.
A devotion he felt possessed by, ever consuming like a wildfire. Leaving nothing behind in its powerful and overwhelming heat. The love he feels for you was one he’d possible never have again.
Lohen was ruined for anyone else. It was simply a fact he’s found to be true. You’d seen into the deeper layers of himself, he’s tied himself so closely to you. Closeness he doesn’t want to experience with anyone else.
He doesn’t need anyone else, frankly he felt fulfilled with you.
In the deepness of his soul, he knew you were the one for him. Soulmate, true love, whatever the title was, to him it was yours and only yours. Your love has him completely ruined yet addicted.
But if it isn’t love, he’d crumble.
His eyes look into yours, peering into the windows of your soul, hoping to catch a glimpse of your inner truth. His optimism wains and dips like the sea, the silence stretching between you both was beginning to suffocate him. Drawing him under.
Your hand removes itself from his cheek, his eyes leave your face. Flickering his gaze, he braced himself for rejection, swallowing the growing bitterness in hic throat.
Instead of the rejection he initially expected, it was the opposite.
Your arms throw themselves around him, so forcefully Lohen falls back, catching you as closely as possible.
Your face was buried in his neck, wetting his skin. Your body was tense all over, fingers gripping at his clothes, shaking.
His hands quickly, almost like an innate sense curl around you. Holding you tight against his chest, his heartbeat barely slows, only growing faster.
He thinks you’re crying, archons he didn’t want to make you cry-knowing you’re crying twists something in his chest. Lohen quickly tries to pry you away from his neck, trying to console you, he was praying to any higher being out there to forgive him for making you cry.
Your silence, what he thought was your quiet sobs- changed.
What he was expecting was not what was seen. Because when you pull away from him, you were shaking your head. Tears were slowly rolling your cheeks; your fingers were tight on his collar. Your grip was unforgiveable.
Your voice was tight and low.
“You really chose the worst time to tell me..”
His eyes narrow, your face finally looks up at him, the apples of your cheeks tear-stained, lashes fluttering. The worry building up his spine ceases immediately once he sees it.
You were smiling.
You were smiling.
Warmth blooms in his chest, Lohen couldn’t help but smile, he presses his forehead against yours.
“What can I say babe, you know I’m not one to bide my time…or stay still as you say.”, turning your head you laugh, his smile turns into that familiar one you know and love.
“Aww, don’t tell me you expected me to wait? What like another year? I already told you [Name], you’d have to pry me off of you.” He was serious in his jokes. Now that he could tell it wasn’t rejection, there was no way you’d be free of him. Not that you’d want it that way.
The hands on your waist move to your back, pressing you closer into him. His smile melts into something softer when your faces are oh so closer. Your hands cease their tight hold, much to Lohen’s dismay. If he was being honest he’d like if you manhandled him. Your hands smooth over his shoulders, that familiar feeling of your fingers brushing at the nape of his neck.
Resting yourself in his lap, gazing into irises of crimson and mint green. You looked at him as if he held every secret into the universe, as if he could capture the sun, the stars, and the moon just for you. (He would, you don’t even have to beg)
As if a gravitational pull existed between you, your faces inch closer and closer together. Lohen’s eyes fall to a half-lid, expecting this to end perfectly with another thing he deeply wants from you. Something he’d been denied this morning. Your breath tickles his lips, the smile on your lips remains, he wanted to taste every inch of it. Burning the feeling of your lips against his for the rest of his life.
Just as when your lips are about to connect, his lips connect to your palm..?
His eyes snap open, looking up at your in confusion, then the annoyance settled in on his expression. Your face could barely contain the humor you find in this, but you tried to explain.
“Ok- I know, I’m sorry-”
“Are you? You seem to be enjoying it.”, Lohen deadpans behind your hand, your laughter grows to be infectious as he litters your hand with kisses, his eyes narrow at your for such crime. But you did have things to tell him. Pulling your hand away must’ve been another act of betrayal, that and removing yourself from his embrace.
You quickly leave the room in search for something. He hears rustling somewhere in the house, the sound of footsteps approaching mark your return. During the time of your absence Lohen was looking up at the ceiling trying to ignore the constant throbbing sensation going on in his pants. The notable tightness was maddening.
What was more maddening is how everything seems to have it out for him today, edging him on just to get him close enough to what he wants, what he needs.
You returned with envelopes in hand; letters you needed to tell him about before everything could settle into place. The guilt had been weighing on you for as of now, weeks. Settling back down beside him (Lohen subtly pulls you back into his lap, the pressure was enough temporary relief for his problem)
You had only opened one of the letters Elise had left you, using that you handed it to him, your smile was replaced with a look of guilt.
“Before...we, well change, I wanted to come clean about something too..”, his eyes come back down to look at you, taking you in. You begin to explain how you came about the letters, but importantly why you never mentioned them outright.
“Similarly with the letter you received from the Grandmaster and the Cardinal, I kept this, well frankly for…record keeping? I don’t really know how to put it, but I kept them to try and piece things together on my end.”, your eyes move away from his, lowering to the letter in your hands.
You still remembered somewhat about why Elise gave them to you, looking back it seemed ridiculous, but your curiosity got the better of you. You wanted to know how Lohen truly felt about you, trying to ask directly you’d get hints, but hinting wasn’t enough to satiate the growing feelings in your heart.
Lohen doesn’t say anything, instead he raises a hand to tilt your head back up, a silent gesture to explain yourself. His face was blank, observing, waiting. It left you anxious, usually this look was reserved for interrogations. (Some of which you purposely leave the room if you recall from memory about how his interrogations go.)
“I only read one- one which I am terribly sorry for prying into…especially concerning your past with Miss Elise. I know most would be offended if their spouse looked into the past details of their relationships, some would find it irredeemable. But I just wanted to know…if what I felt or was beginning to feel was to be reciprocated…”, you tried looking away but he didn’t let you. His eyes followed.
Lohen wanted to hear you, see you as you confessed, similarly to him. He wanted to see and digest every emotion on your face, every expression. Simply to know how truthful and real you were being.
“I.. Again, I am sorry, and understand if you’re upset with this, there is no excusing my actions. So please if you can forgive me.”, you placed the letters aside and finally kept his gaze.
First there was more silence.
But then...he snickered. Then he was the one to laugh.
Laughter that felt real, childish in its nature, he leaned himself forward, foreheads pressed together, laughing.
“You…you really are too good, [Name].”, his voice was low, full of warmth.
“I…am not! Stop saying it like that. I just wanted to piece together how you felt about me.”, you answered, flustered, it caused Lohen to laugh even more.
“You could have asked me! At any time, you could have asked you know!”, his logic was there, but you weren’t so easily persuaded.
“Asked? I could have asked? Oh really? And tell, me Lohen would you have answered me honestly?”, as much as you wanted to punch this bastard, you began to smile. Your eyes were beginning to have that shine he’s fallen for.
“Well…no, but-but! Ah-ah, ah! Don’t look at me like that, I would have given better evidence than those.”, he quickly hushed you up, knowing you were going to argue. His finger pointed to the small stack of letters as if they were the nastiest things in the world. “They’re not my best work, honestly.”
“Not you’re best?”, astonished you were. Not his best work??
“Well yeah, I mean I have better ways and methods to tell you devoted I am to you. Letters written to another is...well...boring to say the least and- wait! Wait, wai-wait! What do you mean, ‘you thought I didn’t like you?’, care to explain that my beloved?”, his hands cupped your face, squishing it like usual.
Though his tone was playful, he was curious as to whatever reason he gave you; to make you think he’d never return your feelings.
“Well-to be fair Lohen, you aren’t the most open person. You do a good job of hiding even your worst injuries.”, you began.
“Not from you, I even let you bandaged me up a few times, so next point babe.”, he countered. Rolling your eyes you knew this bastard was competitive, he was going to challenge each reason as if there was a point system involved.
“You never told me how you felt.”, you tried again, but like before he had the perfect counter.
“Never asked, next.”, he grinned at your frustration. It was cute, seeing you flail around, trying to avoid this, but he won’t let it happen.
“Lohen.”, your groan of frustration left him laughing, but he finally relented. His hands removed themselves from your cheeks, instead they find their rightful place back on your hips.
“Fine, fine. In all seriousness, how did you come to think I wouldn’t fall for you, much less like you?”, his tone softened, though still had a teasing edge.
“I.. I told you this before, its hard to get a read on you. Sometimes the things you do and say can be conflicting to me. Sometimes I don’t know if you’re teasing, leading me on, or being honest. It’s a gamble.”, but it was a gamble you’ll make a bet on each time.
Instead of giving you a sassy remark, he frowned a little. Lohen’s thumbs press into your hips, gently massaging into your sides. Grounding you to him.
“Even before today, I was just…curious to see if you felt the same. Your words leave me confused, speechless but always hoping for a maybe..”, you whispered, almost too quiet. As if you didn’t want him to hear.
“A maybe?”, he repeated.
“A maybe, as in…maybe its not in my head, maybe he isn’t pretending or doing it for appearances sake.”, you shrugged, your hands fiddled with the collar of his shirt. Your finger occasionally touches the choker he always wore.
“[Name], babe, I…stopped pretending a long time ago.”, your eyes snap back to his. For once, you got to see him…flushed? Flustered? No, not the terms you’d use. But obviously the confession held some weight to it.
“When.”, not a question, but a soft demand. You wanted a when.
His hands still on your hips, they move, trailing up to your mid-back. A slight tingle flew up your spine from the touch, but you placed focus on him. His palms were flat against your back, as if mapping you for memory.
“If I am being honest...since the announcement party, possible even before that now that I’m thinking about it out loud…”, the cloud of denial had only lifted when he was ready to admit to it. But he could feel that this was brewing much longer than that. Perhaps even before the party, maybe when he spent too long picking a ring for you.
Maybe even before that.
“When did you stop? Pretending that is”, his eyes raise to meet yours. Peering into his eyes you found your answer after a few moments.
“Since our conversation at the lake.”, there was no hesitation in your voice. “When you said you’d never forgive yourself if I left the knights. I knew then...that it’d be hard to not have any feelings for you. Not ones of...friendship or professional partnership that is.”
Lohen’s eyes shined at that, a confirmation that he obviously wasn’t alone in this. Not anymore.
Leaning forward, he kissed your forehead. “Well, since you want my forgiveness, I want something from you.”, he began.
“Oh? What is it?”
“You already know, I just want to hear you say it.”, his eyes creased at the corners, awaiting your words.
As much as you wanted to tease him, you could see the edge in his eyes. Lohen needed to hear you say it, that way this all could feel all the more real. Give him that satisfaction and he can die happy. You could even take his heart from him, hold it in front of him and he’d go to the great beyond a happy man. (He’d like the kind of woman that will actually just kill him)
Your hands cup his cheeks, fingers spread to map his features. Your thumb pressed gently, tenderly against the mole on his cheek. Your eyes fall to a half-lid; a dreamy sigh escapes your lips. You closed the gap, pressing your lips to his first.
Lohen’s hands move to cradle you, cradling you as if you the most precious thing he’s ever held. (You were) A sound leaves him, one of bliss. Like relief was being granted to him, your kiss gave him life. Your lips slowly move against each other, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Goodness it was getting fresh air after so long, Lohen needed you carved into him.
His teeth pull at your bottom lip, nibbling and pulling. If he bit down hard enough he’d draw blood, a taste of you only he’d get the privilege of tasting. His tongue seeps into your mouth, a shutter leaves his body. The spark runs up and down his body getting to taste you again once more.
But yet it wasn’t enough. As fulfilling and maddening your kisses felt, he wanted more.
His hands, cradling you-encourage you to roll your hips within his lap. You oblige, giving him a slow rock of your hips while straddling his lap, the moment he feels your body shift against his-
“Fuck-”, a curse against your lips. A smirk falls on your lips, luckily with the breaking of the kiss, you cradle Lohen’s face. Finally fulfilling his wish.
“I love you Lohen, and I want you to love me like I love you.”
Once the words register within him, it was over. All over for both of you.
As quickly as it happens, your back was pressed onto the floor. Lohen settles between your thighs, the outline of his erection was prominent within his pants. His hands felt like they were everywhere on you; mapping, touching, gripping. As if his touch wasn’t on you, he’d dissolve.
Your breath hitches when you feel his lips kiss along your neck, the hickey from this morning barely gets a chance to fade when he lines your neck with both bites and new hickeys.
“I love you-thank you, thank you.”
“I need you; I want you so badly.”
“I need you; I need to feel you.”
The words were spilling from his lips so fast you could barely register them, but the press of his hips into you, letting you feel how direly he needed you. The sting in your neck at his teeth sinking in, not enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a marking made only by him.
Your fingers grip at his outer layers of clothes, wishing them off, however your hands were stopped. Lohen’s barrage of words stopped.
Your back was flat against the wooden floors, and he was on top of you, looking down. Your hands were pinned with little resistance above your head, only with one of his hands. The overhead light in the front room helped cast a shadow over his features, the most prominent of which being his eyes.
Sparkling with mirth, love, and undeniable devotion.
But also hunger.
“I don’t think I have to remind you of what could have happened this morning, what was rudely taken away from us. But I intend, if you let me to make up for it, and well-that hickey too.”, he smirks, seeing as the hickey this morning was being overshadowed by the bite mark at the junction of your neck and shoulder. He leans down, noting how your lack to try and struggle, apart of him likes it.
Yet another, wishes to see you writhe before him.
Your noses press to each other, your breathing was irregular, out of its usual pattern and notable control. He could see the need, he could feel it with how the curve of your thighs and bottom try to press firmer into him, seeking what is so rightfully wanted. The hand pinning yours barely moves, his thumb was against your pulse point on your wrists, feeling for your heartbeat if he tried hard enough.
“Tell me…tell me you won’t regret this tomorrow.”, the words leaves him carrying a promise.
Despite the haze of lust sinking into your mind, your senses returned to you to answer. As if you were answering a fact, you didn’t dare hesitate.
“How could I? When I don’t even regret this today? I won’t regret it Lohen, I promise.”, your words seemed to have the right effect on him, he presses his lips to yours, seeking to taste you yet again. His hips press you, letting you feel all that is yours.
You break the kiss before it could deepen, a sheepish smile on your face with a little guilt within it.
“As much and as ready as I am for this and believe me I want this-may I request we take this to our bed?”, as much as you wanted him to devour you on the floor, romantic really-the flat surface of the hardwood was already creating small bubbles of discomfort up your spine.
He huffs, but gives way into a snicker and smirk, without much effort he gets you up off the floor, bridal carrying you towards your bedroom. With tenderness he sets you on the bed, quickly helping you discard your shoes and pants.
With each layer removed Lohen leaves bites, hickeys, any marking that would appear on your skin in his exploration. His hands, after quickly discarding his gloves (he’d be dammed not to have skin-to-skin right now), pull your hips to the edge of the bed.
Once you laid bare beneath him, Lohen’s eyes held you in such beauty. His fingers trace outlines of old scars along your skin, beauty marks, signs of life that the world has graced upon you. Yet here you lay underneath him in all your glory, a sight to behold, and one he holds dearly. He’d never tire at the sight now that he’s seen it finally.
His lips trail from your neck, kissing along the already awaking bruises on your skin, they trickle down to your breast. His hands cup one, feeling the weight and warmth within his palm. He kisses along the skin, his other teases your nipple. Fingers rolling slowly over the peak. You gasp; your thighs press together instantly from the sensation.
His lips connect to your nipple, teeth grazing the bud within his mouth. His tongue flickering and swirling within his mouth. A heavy groan vibrates from his chest, his eyes lock onto your face. Your expressions, your sounds, everything he wanted to have, to keep only for him.
Your thighs were restless, but he wanted to take his time. He’s had more than enough of it.
Lohen pulls away from your breast, your nipple was glistening from his saliva, hard and ready at attention. He quickly gives the same attention to the other, continuing his sampling of you. When he bites down; not hard enough to hurt, just to sting, a moan leaves your lips.
“As~ Lohen! Please-oh fuck-”, your face was twisting in delight, all from just his mouth? That’s all it took? You were going to melt away in his hands, and he was barely getting started.
His hand frees itself from your breast, moving to cup your folds. A small squeak leaves you, your body flinching at his hand. His fingers trail up and down your folds, feeling how wet you were, the arousal pooling for him and his touch.
Your clit, sensitive yet throbbing for him to touch, using the heel of his hand, he presses against it as his fingers continue to tease you. The pressure was satisfactory, but not enough. Your hips try to grind into the sensation, seeking more but his other hand stills you.
Pulling away from your breast, Lohen smirks. “Ah, ah, ah, we take this at my pace. You can stay still for me, can’t you [Name], my love?”, his tone was dripping in a condescending voice.
“Can’t you? Can my captain exude patience for me? Grinding into my hand, dripping along my fingers-how needy of you. Have I neglected you for so long hmm?”, he brings himself beside your ear, his voice was low, breath warm against your skin. A breathy laugh escapes him when you try yet again to grind into his hand. Using his strength, he kept you still.
He continues to lazily tease you, you were dripping into his hand, your pussy was clenching on nothing, your clit needing stimulation. But yet, he went at his own pace. His fingers press into you, only dipping into our entrance then back out. His fingertip barely presses into you when your body tries to clench down on the intrusion, he pulls it back.
Your hands were clutching at the bedding, they move to his hair, tugging tightly. The sharp sting travels down his spine, straight to his cock. Lohen hisses, his fingers still in their exploration.
“Lohen, so help me-please touch me.”, your voice was tight, your jaw was clenched. You were burning, needing him to give you something. You should have expected how often he teases, but upon seeing your desperation, he relents. (for tonight)
He leaves your side, slipping down between your thighs, his teeth sink into the soft skin of your inner thigh. Your voice emits a whimper; his hand removes itself from your pussy. You were so sensitive you could feel his breath on you. He presses a kiss to your clit first; a startled sound leaves your lips.
His lips attach to your clit, giving gentle suction. A moan vibrates against you from Lohen, you tasted divine. His hands curve around your thighs pulling you closer, smothering himself with your taste. His tongue lapped at your clit, sucking and teasing with the grazing of his teeth. His moans were muffled by your pussy, but goodness he was enjoying himself.
The hand once in his hair finds its way there again, your fingers curl around the minty strands and grip tightly. Your head falls back against the bed as you moan, your hips push further against him. His lips release your clit with a small pop! His tongue dips into your folds, tasting to his own delight.
Lohen’s tongue was slowly pushing in and out of you, his lips were slurping up any of the slick dripping from your folds. With every movement of his tongue, your pussy clenched around him, seeking him deeper and deeper. His nose nudges your clit, giving your body more pleasurable bliss to enjoy.
Your shared bedroom was filled of noises from your moans, the sounds of pleasure emitting from you, and the sounds of your husband devouring you. His mouth was tasting you as if he was a starving man, that this was his true and only last meal. How he’s denied himself this before? He will never know. But now that he’s tasted you, he’d never want to go without.
Your hips were grinding against him desperately; you pussy was clenching around his tongue much longer. The steady pool of arousal in your body was shifting, the sounds of your moans changed, your voice begging for a release you needed.
“Please-Lohen-my love, please! I-I so close-”, your voice was hurried, you were so close, your hips were grinding against his face, using him to your delight. Lohen shifted his hands on your thighs, holding them spread, pushing them against you to allow him more of you and your taste.
His hands held the backs of your thighs and pressed them, spreading you perfectly as his lips attached to your clit once again, sucking much harder than before. His fingers tease your entrance, pressing one finger in to test you.
Your body writhed against the bed, moaning loudly as his finger presses into you, curling, searching for that spot to bring you over.
His lips continue their dedicated suction, his finger curls in your velvety walls. Your back arches against the bed, your fingers pull tighter on his hair. The pain shot down his spine, the nerves of his scalp firing off from your forceful grip, but Lohen wouldn’t have it any other way.
His finger curls once more, pressing deep to the knuckle to find what he was looking for- and at the sound of a broken gasp, he’s found it. His finger grinds into you, not thrusting in but just pressing the pad of his finger along that spot in your walls to make you come close to the stars. He pants against your pussy, tongue flickering against your clit.
Your body arches once more, your pussy clenches again, this time as it if was convulsing, just as your orgasm was about to pique, Lohen removes his finger and lips from you.
Your building orgasm breaks before you, leaving you quivering on the bed, your inner thighs were covered in spit and slick. The muscles contract and tense, your body tense awaiting release. Your body writhes against the bed in frustration, before you could argue, or beg Lohen-he leans down to kiss you. Letting you taste yourself on his lips.
The kiss was sloppy, rough, his teeth nips at your tongue and lips. Your hands slip from his hair, tugging on the fabric of his clothes, urgency in silence to get him to strip as well. Luckily your husband obliges your hands quickly remove the unnecessary layers of clothing in your way.
Once his upper half was freed, your hand presses flat on his chest, feeling for his heartbeat. Against your lips he makes a soft sound, relishing in your touch against his skin. Like moth to a flame he sought for more, your hands felt so warm to him, basking him in a warmth he’s deeply devoted to keeping for himself. He pulls away from the kiss, giving your forehead one simple kiss before pulling away to remove the rest of his clothes.
Leaning up on your elbows, you watch. Lean muscle rippling along skin, scars from previous battles danced across his skin. Some were pale in color, others much darker. Some were simple flesh wounds; others were those that leave you clinging to life only by a thread. Once he was naked before you, he crawled back beside you, cupping your face for another kiss.
He pulls away, slotting himself between your legs once more. Leaning over you, your hands smooth over his back, feeling all that you can of him, burning it into your memory by touch alone. His fingers return to your pussy, pressing his middle and ring finger into you, your mouth opens as a moan leaves you.
His fingers thrust within you, pumping and working you perfectly for him. Using one arm he keeps himself above you, his voice bouncing around in your ears.
“To think my captain is so wet for me, makes me think she’s been thinking about this, hm?”
“You’re clenching so tight around me babe, like you never want to let me go, greedy girl.”
“So divine, utterly perfect; all mine to have whenever I’d like.”
His fingers pump into you at a faster pace, curling to that spot. He’d have it branded into his memory just to watch you fall apart for him. Luckily his rings were discarded away onto the nightstand, but if given the chance, he’d like them clean of your essence any time.
“You’re so close, I can tell-”, your pussy was doing the same as before, clenching hard on his fingers. Tightening not to let him go, your hips grinding into his hand seeking your release. Your head was thrown back, moans leaving your lips, sounds of harmonic bliss to his ears. But like before, he doesn’t let you have it just yet.
Lohen’s slips his fingers from your folds, your eyes shoot him a glare. If he didn’t know any better, he’d believe you to cry from the constant stimulation. You were so close, so overtly stimulated, each nerve in your body felt like it was being tickled by flames, seeking to release the tension and succumb to him.
He lifts you back to the middle of the bed, spreading you again. Lohen strokes himself against your wetness, letting his cock slide along your folds. The tip of his cock nudges your clit with every slow and drawn out thrust.
Once he felt he was lubed enough, he lined himself up with your folds, slowly pressing into you. Inch by inch until he was flushed against you, to the hilt.
A conjoined moan leaves both of you, you felt so right around him. You were so warm, clenching on his length, your walls massaging the tip of his cock beautifully. While he was edging you so close, he too was tying close to his limits.
Your fingers curl into the skin of his back, nails dragging as he pushed into you. Lohen leaned over you, silently waiting for you to tell him when to move. After a few moments you did nod, appreciatively he pecks your forehead as a sign.
He grinds his hips against you, his pelvis grinding against your clit. Pulling his hips back, almost like he was going to pull out of you completely, leaving barely the tip of his cock in your pussy-he thrusts back in.
Your voice broken, cracking as you moan. Your fingernails scratch along Lohen’s back. He continues to thrust into you, setting a pace of piston-fucking into you. Your legs lock around his waist, trying to pull him in deeper, your whines right at his ear.
He angles his hips, finding the spot to make you see the stars behind your eyelids. Once he does, he feels your walls clench tightly around his length, a choked- up moan escapes from him. Lohen brings his free hand to your clit, repositioning himself for the angle.
The thumb he presses to your clit- infused with cryo makes your thighs squeeze around his waist. He rubs tight and fast circles on your sensitive clit; you keen so close to the edge. His other hand comes around your throat, fingers tapping slightly to warn you-
Your hand grasps his wrist pulling him to enclose his hand around your neck, your head nodding as you trust him to bring you there however he wishes. His fingers skillfully enclose around your neck, pressing into the places to restrict your airflow, but not to actively choke you. Your eyes roll back in your head as you could hear your heartbeat in your ears.
“Oh fuck- fuck, fuck, so-fuck!”, your babbling encouraged Lohen further. His thrust changed to become brutal, chasing to bring you both to release. Your eyes try to come back to him, his eyes were wide, like those of adrenaline rush. His hair was sticking to his forehead as sweat clung to his skin.
There were black spots forming in your vision, the cold sensation of his fingers rubbing on your clit, his cock driving into your g-spot perfectly, everything was so close. Your nerves were firing, begging for release. Lohen leans down, his tongue flat against your cheek, licking away the tears that had dropped from your eyes.
Even like this you could feel the smile on his face, the pounding in your ears muffled sounds, all you could feel was him, and any sensation he was giving you. You clench down once more, convulsing, your moans were cracking and hoarse, pleading to him to just let you have your release.
“Please, please let me-Lohen, please-”
His fingers relax against your throat, the air floods into your lungs as your orgasm crashes over you. Your mouth falls open a silent scream leaving you, you clench tight and hard onto his cock so much that Lohen’s hips stutter. Everything in your vision whites out, every sensation felt hot, yet cold to the touch.
His hips stutter, rocking into you, grinding, your pussy was clenching down on him, trying to milk him of everything’s he’s worth. While your orgasm was crashing over you, Lohen eagerly took it as a sign to chase his. He pulled your thighs firm against his front, letting your knees rest on his shoulders as he pounds into you.
His cock with every thrust hits that spot, sending you over again and again. Your muscles were spasming, the coil in your stomach was wounding up again and again. His fingers begin to cease on your clit. He was going to stretch this out for you until he was going to come, needing you to milk him for every last drop but he needed to chase his orgasm.
His fingers gripped your waist so hard that they may leave imprints or bruises, holding you like a lifeline. His thrust begin to turn sloppy, rushed, chasing, eagerly chasing what he needed. Tight breaths is all you can hear, that and desperate moans. The slick between your body’s squelched into the room, leaving a sticky mess between you as he fucked into you.
With one particularly deep thrust, Lohen’s voice cracks, his orgasm burns through him. His fingers tighten on your waist as his seed pumped into you, wave after wave, your pussy was milking him demanding more of his warmth inside you.
Your thighs slip off his shoulders, coming back to lay boneless against the bed. Lohen’s last few shutters and spurts of his cock finally come to an end. He pulls you close, kissing your lips, you respond quickly cupping his face, feeling his lips press against yours.
For the next few moments you share the kiss, coming down from your subsequent highs. Your heart returns to its normal rhythm. The kiss breaks as you let the air flow into your lungs, allowing you to catch your breath.
There were tear stains on your cheeks, your thighs were sore from the lingering bite marks along them. Your hair was possibly a mess as well, but your husband seems to think differently. His eyes, though frantic still look at you as if you are the only miracle of life he’s been offered.
You spend a few more moments coming down together, however the slick trailing down your inner thighs was causing you to grow stickier than you’d like.
“Lohen…?”, your voice was hoarse from almost screaming thanks to the man, he rests his head in the crook of your neck, only humming in response. His fingers trail up and down your sides in the afterglow.
“May we get cleaned up…please?”, you asked, he shifts his head to look at you with a boyish smile.
“Give me a minute, then yeah, I’ll get you cleaned up babe.”, you nod thanking him with a kiss on the head. He relaxes back against you, after a minute or two, he pulls out of you.
His eyes look down between where you were once joined, noticing his spend slowly dripping out of you, apart of him wants to push it back into you-but he needed to get you both cleaned up, and possibly the bedding as well. (Be responsible)
He crawls out of bed, stretching his limbs before disappearing into the bathroom. You rest against the bed a moment longer, you hear running water and cabinets open and close. He returns with a damp rag, wiping your face for you, even holding your chin gently. He wipes the slick away from between your thighs, even kissing your knee as a sign of thanks.
“Bath’s almost ready, but go to the bathroom first love.”, you heed his orders and try to stand, though you had to grip onto his arm for support. The muffled laugh into his hand made you tug on his hair.
“You did this.”
“Yeah-but you enjoyed it. And I don’t hear any complaints about my dedication.”, he grinned and helped you get to the bathroom. The tub was set filled with warm soapy water. You relax as soon as you get into the water, Lohen mentions he’d change the sheets before joining you in the water. You nod and lean against the wall the tub was set on, your eyes falling to a close.
You don’t know how long your eyes remained close, its only until you get scooted forward does Lohen settle behind you in the bath, pulling you back against him.
The bathroom was quiet, only the occasional pull of the water is heard. You lean back against his chest, Lohen leans to bury his face in your neck. You should be getting cleaned right now and then heading to bed as you both have work tomorrow-Lohen having to be out on his assignment in less than 24 hours, you to be expected in Dragonspine in 48 hours.
Instead, you relish time with your husband.
Your fingers dance along his, tracing old scars, invisible lines of ruthless battle, victories and losses painted on the skin. His fingers flesh, letting your exploration continue onto his palm. Your rings were placed onto the bathroom counter before you stepped into the tub, they probably needed to be cleaned. You made a mental note to ask Lohen to do it, since he always polishes his to perfection.
His fingers relax among yours, coming to intertwine your fingers and hands as one. His voice beside your ear is low, but you can hear the smile in it.
“[Name]?”
You hum, tilting your head to try and look at him.
“Yes?”
“Say it again, for me please.”, his tone was that sing-songy tone you’ve come to cherish. But his eyes shined in mirth. With a dramatic sigh but it bleeds into a laugh, you happily answer.
“I love you Lohen.”, you declare into the quietness of the bathtub and night.
“I love you too.”, he repeats, like a promise. For it will be.
