#lohmeda

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......what if i said the lohmeda church roleplay made me think of this and it already kinda reminds me of them

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......a drabble about lohen and andromeda undercover and the priest and nun thing please dont look at me ill explode......

"I still don't see how this is even remotely necessary," Andromeda grumbles, fidgeting with the skirt of her old nun uniform. (Well. Costume would be more appropriate, really. She'd had it custom made years ago, just to her liking, even less appropriate than Rosaria's in some regards. But, her argument had been "if Barbatos truly is the god of freedom, why in the world would he have a problem with one of his devout followers exercising their freedom in dress??" and no one had quite had a rebuttal... never mind the fact that she was an undercover Fatuus at the time.)

From the other side of the screen separating them, Lohen's familiar snicker pours through. "I told you, it's just in case; no one will question a nun confessing. Do you really want to risk our cover?"

"No..." she sighs, glancing once more at the curtain, the only thing separating her and the rest of the church.

"A little roleplay never hurt anyone, yeah?"

"...You're doing this on purpose."

"Oh? I have no idea what you mean, Sister."

"You- you fucker."

"Such language on holy ground! Oh, how corrupted your soul must be..." She can hear the grin in his voice.

"I swear to god, Lohe-"

"Father."

Oh fuck.

Andromeda stays silent for a moment too long, and another delighted laugh rings out. "Ooh, that got you? Good to know." He sounds far too intrigued, and she already knows he's going to tuck this away for future use, too.

"Shut up. Let's just... do this."

"You were a nun before, you know how this works."

"..."

"Go on, get on your knees. You know you want to." She can hear the smug smile in his voice.

She obeys, kneeling on the step, muttering disgruntled curses the whole way down.

"You barely even fought me!" Lohen sounds genuinely surprised, delight coloring his voice. "Oh, that's cute."

"You're horrible," she mumbles, clasping her hands together in prayer anyway, trying to ignore the way her face burns and the ache already between her legs.

"Mm, you like it. Anyway, this is the part where you're supposed to be begging- oh, sorry. Asking me for forgiveness."

"You seem awfully familiar with this routine."

"My parents went to church a lot and brought me with 'em, what can I say? I certainly never thought it'd come in handy like this, though," he cackles. "You gonna make me guide you through it, huh? I can. If you want."

She bites down on her lip to prevent any incriminating noises from slipping out at that. "I don't even... know what I'm supposed to be confessing."

"Hmm... how about... all the dirty things you've thought about your superior?"

"...You can't... be serious..."

She can hear the sadistic grin in his voice. "Deathly. Go on. Let me hear all about this vice captain."

Squeezing her eyes shut in embarrassment and reluctance as her breath shakes, she decides it's probably best to just... get it over with. Her voice is uncharacteristically quiet as she begins, "...Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."

She's fully expecting to hear him laughing at her.

She's not expecting the sharp inhale from the other side of the screen. Her eyes open before she thinks about it, and she can barely make out Lohen's form on the other side, clad in all black from head to toe. He quickly composes himself, and the sudden shift in his tone as he leans into the role sends a shiver of arousal straight up Andromeda's spine. "How long has it been since your last confession, Sister?"

"Five years."

"Overdue, then. That's alright, our lord Barbatos is full of forgiveness. What have you come to confess?"

"W-well... my... superior at work, I've had... sinful thoughts about him."

"Oh? And for how long?"

She peeks an eye open to glare, even though he likely can't see it. "...Since I met him, really. So... six months, I suppose?"

Lohen hums thoughtfully, and she can hear the mirth in his voice. "Why don't you tell me about these thoughts? Let me absolve you. Tell me about the very first time."

Andromeda's face gets hotter, realizing she never actually admitted this to him, and she starts spluttering. "Wha... hey, we don't need to... we don't need to go that far back Lohen, it's-"

"Father." His voice drops low, firm in a way she hardly ever hears.

"Father," she whimpers out. "It was a... a few days after I met him. There was a misunderstanding, and he nearly killed me. Held a knife to my throat, covered my mouth... I was so scared..."

Lohen's voice sounds almost breathless, an unmistakable note of genuine surprise and awe coloring his tone. "But?"

"...But I just... couldn't get it out of my head. He was so attractive, and scary, and I could tell he just wanted to protect his people... and he was so strong. I could feel it just in the way he pinned me to the wall."

"Oh, holy shit," Lohen breathes out in a shaky laugh, breaking character. "You actually got off on that."

"No! Well... not at first! I really was terrified, but I... kept thinking about it, and looking at him at work the next few days. I couldn't help it. I hated him, too, but... I made myself cum so many times... just thinking about how much I wanted to be at his mercy again."

"And that was right before I... before he tied you up and interrogated you."

"...It was."

"You were wet that entire fucking time. I had a gun to your head." He doesn't phrase it as a question, voice full of disbelief and a sadistic excitement.

"I was..." Her face is pressed into her wrists now, hiding from whatever glimpses Lohen might be able to steal through the screen.

"How filthy, Sister." Andromeda can't see it, but he glances out, grinning, ensuring nobody is anywhere nearby before the door into the center compartment quietly clicks open. "I think I know just how you can atone for this."

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in the meantime

i think one of the first times lohen extends a tiny bit of trust to andromeda, just to test the waters, is 2 or 3 weeks after the interrogation incident. lohen is dragging along a decent amount of knights for whatever mission he's being sent out on for a few days, something to do with taking out more treasure hoarders, and andromeda ends up being dragged along too. lohen says it's the grandmaster's orders. (it is not.)

anyway. they get to them at sunset. it's more hoarders than they thought it'd be and while it's not a big deal exactly, one of them is very slippery, and manages to get away. lohen can't exactly leave the rest of the knights, bc they overpower the hoarders, sure, but only when lohen is with them; they're outnumbered, after all.

so he groans, and then turns to her. "you. andromeda."

and she looks startled bc so far he has like. not acknowledged her almost at all since the last incident. "vice captain?"

"you were a hunting dog, yeah?"

she winces a little because she doesn't exactly want it to be public knowledge, but lohen clearly doesn't care much. "yes, that's correct."

he looks her up and down, warily. "i can't leave my men like this. if i asked you to go hunt down that rat and bring him to me...?"

she blinks. "dead or alive?"

a little smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. "hm. let's do alive."

"yes, sir."

she slinks away, seemingly disappearing in the fading twilight rays.

she's back at lohen's side, obediently dragging along an unconscious treasure hoarder, before the sun even finishes dipping below the horizon.

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.........lohmeda scenario that leads up to their actual First Time™ but i didn't write further because i got flustered........

Lohen regains consciousness, the pounding in his head starting to abate, as he tries to blink the confusion away and process the situation at hand.

He's on the ground, he can tell that much. He's hurt, but it doesn't seem serious; more surface wounds than anything. The dull throb in the back of his head is bearable, and he assumes he must have gotten thrown off balance somehow, head hitting the ground just wrong enough to knock him unconscious. But for how long?

Lohen reaches for his spear, and a spike of panic blooms in his chest at its absence. He could fight without it, of course, but with his vision still blurry and muted around the edges, having range is a lifeline against the Wild Hunt.

Fuck. That's right. The Wild Hunt. Andromeda. Andromeda.

Strength beginning to return, he pushes himself up as much as he can, gasping against a brief spike of pain in his side. He squints, forcing himself to fucking see, god dammit.

And his breath catches in his throat.

There's his spear.

There's Andromeda.

Swinging it gracefully like she was meant to be holding it all along, she's down to the last few abyssal monstrosities; and for once Lohen doesn't feel the urge to jump in, steal the kill. Just watches her from behind, several yards away, lips slightly parted in awe. She's... protecting him, while he's unconscious, vulnerable? He thinks? No, she is. He notes the way she's swinging his weapon... His spear isn't a scythe, so why is it...? Oh it's cryo... on both ends, nonetheless. A fucking double bladed scythe, ice masterfully shaped to make his favorite toy even more deadly. Having only seen her with her sword, he vaguely remembers reading in her file many months ago that she used to fight exclusively with a polearm. His head spins.

Lohen also notices she isn't wearing her coat, or her sash, or her belt... He looks around for a moment, curious as to where she'd possibly throw half of her uniform in such a rare complete loss of composure. He twists and sees most of it in a heap right behind him, before registering the... coat... her coat draped over him.

His head whips around (fucking ow, his head still hurts, he should really take it easy), just in time to see Andromeda deal the final blow, the swing of his own weapon in her hand disconnecting the head from the last mangled Wild Hunt's body.

Before the monster can even fully return to the leylines, she turns on her heel, stumbling in Lohen's direction and dismissing the cryo from his polearm. She looks frantic and absolutely feral until she locks eyes with him, pace slowing as she sees the lovesick look on the vice captain's face. Thank fucking archons he's okay.

Andromeda walks to him unsteadily, the press of her boots in the dark sand making soft noises, and Lohen takes it in. Wearing only the shirt, skirt, and high boots of her uniform, there's thick splatters of blood soaking into the pristine white fabric. Her rosy pink hair, usually tied carefully back, is free and messy, blood and sweat soaking into that, too. Her brows are furrowed, but the relief in her icy gaze is clear as day.

Looking up at her with those wine-dark eyes alight, he stays silent as she holds out his polearm, blood still dripping from steel, voice quiet as she says, "here's your weapon back."

Lohen doesn't bother responding, instead reaching upward to grab the front of her shirt, dragging her harshly to the ground with him and kissing her.

The bloodied spear falls into the sand, forgotten.

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final thought for the evening as i force myself to go to bed. i lied about shutting the fuck up im so sorry. i still need his thighs wrapped around my head so bad . like ill have a filter in the morning but for right now i need him forcing my face between his legs after a nasty sparring session

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It only takes a few days for Lohen to make an attempt on Andromeda's life.

He's suspicious from the moment Varka introduces her to the squad, really; he just can't place it. But something feels... off. Something isn't right. The last time Lohen's gut screamed like this, the Wild Hunt was apparently enmeshed with a sinner of Khaenri'ah, preparing to wreak havoc all across Nod Krai. That alone reaffirmed his trust in his intuition.

And so, he decides he's going to glean information from her one way or another. He knows just the thing. He's going to make her fight.

It's presented as the vice captain learning a new recruit's limits, to best find a role out on the field for her. They spar with wooden swords. At first, he starts out telling Andromeda to just block his attacks, to try to keep up. She does. When he speeds up a bit, she matches it. He tells her to parry his strikes, and she still manages, for the most part; something normal knights can rarely accomplish against him. It has an alarm going off in the back of his mind. So, he instructs her to spar properly, fight with him. Try to land a hit on him.

She's good. She's better than over half of their troops. She has technique and decent reflexes and even a vision (cryo nonetheless), but she's not Lohen; she doesn't quite land any hits of her own.

But he watches her like a hawk as she tries.

And within minutes, he's recognizing the Snezhnayan bladeplay embedded into her reflexes.

Lohen narrows his eyes in recognition. He powers through the rest of their session (it ends more quickly now that he's got a bit of rage-fueled adrenaline flowing through him), and then he asks to see her in his office later, giving her directions to get there. She can tell he doesn't trust her as far as he can throw her, but she agrees. (What else can she do, really? All she can do is place her trust in the Grandmaster that she won't get attacked 3 days after returning home.)

An hour later, Andromeda knocks on the vice captain's door, nerves alight. After hearing his voice call out a casual "come in", the door opens with a soft creak. She's expecting to be questioned, or to be scolded.

She isn't expecting to be shoved against the wall, blade pressed to her neck.

"If you scream i will open your throat."

She has her hands up in a placating gesture, terrified, and stays silent.

"Good. Now. I'm not new here. I know bladework. and I fucking know Snezhnayan bladeplay when I see it. You're with the Fatui, right?"

She goes rigid in realization. "No, wait, I-"

The blade presses more harshly against her skin. "And don't try to lie to me," he sighs. "I promise, you won't like what happens to you."

She inhales shakily. "I was. I'm not anymore. It's... complicated-"

His eyes narrow, sneer curling his lips as he laughs wryly. "You just signed your own death sentence."

Andromeda's eyes go wide. "No, please, ask varka, ask Varka-!" she shrieks out, hands grasping his wrist just before he can slice her open.

He pauses, quirking an eyebrow and frowning.

She speaks quickly, nearly stumbling over her own words. "He's the only one who knows, he's the one who agreed to let me in, please, I'll give consent for you to read all my files, just please hear me out."

Lohen covers her mouth with one gloved hand and lessens the pressure of his knife. He leans in, forcing eye contact. "If I find out you are lying to me. I will fucking hunt you down like game. Do you understand me?"

She nods, frantically.

He pulls his hand away. "Get to your dorm," he spits in disgust. She scurries out of the room hastily, and doesn't stop moving until she gets to her own room, locking the door behind her. Her legs give out and she slides down the wall, shaking.

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sorry. the intrusive thoughts won.

inexperienced lohen who doesn't know what to expect the first time your hand goes between his legs. who isn't expecting your fingers to feel so good as they drag along his slit. who grabs your arm and presses it into himself a little harder, his nails digging into your skin. you can feel the heat of his breath rushing over your neck, leaving you shaking as the moving air only makes the places he placed sloppy, unpracticed kisses on your skin cold.

inexperienced lohen who notices you gasp so cute when he pushes his leg between yours, so he does it a little harder, his hand moving to pull you closer onto his thigh by your hips. who whimpers as your fingertips circle his clit-- he'd never thought it could feel so different to have someone else touch him, like something was waking up in him that left him hungry.

inexperienced lohen who almost seems drunk with some sadistic glee as he looks down at you, your head firmly between his thighs, biting his lip as he chases the pleasure you provide. who makes the most sinful sounds as his words swap between degradation and praise. who looks at you like he can hardly believe you'd let him do this so fast, like he can't believe you'd debase yourself like this, like it's the hottest thing he's ever seen to watch you.

inexperienced lohen who kisses you hard once he's satisfied, not stopping until he can't taste himself on your tongue anymore, then trails kisses and bites down your body so he can have a turn ravishing you now.

atthis point this sbould count as psychological warfare . do you know that

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[waking up from a very disorienting nap] and if i said andromeda's lohen's cock was 5 inches but thick as hell what then....