The thing that hurts me the most in the book is that Ryland was kept conscious for MULTIPLE DAYS in a jail cell leading up to the launch but they still didn't pack him anything personal. Stratt could've called someone and had them pack a bag in an hour. They could've ferried him back to the states secretly to pack his own bag while under surveillance. But no, they kept him awake and aware that they were sentencing him to death and didn't even let him have any of his personal belongings.
Heyy slimeknight people...give me more ideasss.....pretty please..... i wanna doodle..... look im baiting you with my art..... oooooooo....you wanna give me ideas sooo baddd....
(SUGGESTIVE. Also, established relationship and reader is implied to be part of the Knights)
For a better reference of what Lohen's wearing here, click here (post) or here (trailer where it appears).
You swear you didn't mean to look so hard.
When you swung open the front door to Lohen’s house and called out the vice captain’s name, you expected to see him in his normal knightly uniform (well, as normal as Lohen can be)— because what else would he be wearing on a day as important as orientation day for the new knight recruits?
However, instead of being greeted back with blues and whites, a verbal hello or even a knife to your face, the first thing your eyes land on is Lohen’s bare open chest.
“!? LOHEN?? ”
Your voice booms throughout the whole house, causing Lohen to raise a confused brow before setting aside his newly brewed cup of coffee to face you over the kitchen counter.
“Oh? You're finally here.” Lohen hums in a singsong tone, ignoring your currently confused state. He folds his arms over the counter and slightly bends over surface, exposing even more of his already exposed chest to your frightened eyes. “What a shame that I can't accompany you to the training grounds today. My presence is required elsewhere to keep the new recruits on their toes. Grandmaster’s orders and all.”
Lohen's words go in one ear before going out the other ear. Every ounce of your dying attention trails down from his open chest to the black vest hugging his figure tightly like hands pressing into skin, tightly shaping his lithe, agile body that had grown some muscle from that long five year expedition he went on. The long, dark belt wrapped around his small waist nearly made you gasp like a scandalised maiden. Is it normal for someone to be jealous of a belt? Is it also normal to want to replace said belt with your own hands around his waist? Please? Pretty please?
“I can hear you, you know?”
The smirk on Lohen's face widens as your jaw drops onto the floor. While you scramble to find the words to excuse your leering gaze pointed towards at your own vice captain, Lohen lifts himself off the counter and waltzes in your direction, keeping his eyes on you to pin you in your spot (as if you can go anywhere when your jaw is still on the floor).
Oh my archons he's coming here. He's swaying his hips while coming over here. Surely it's illegal for a man to look so dangerous and seductive at the same time right? Right??
Slowly, gradually, he makes his way to you and lifts your chin up with one hand. His long fingers, no longer restrained by his old gloves, carefully trace your jawline with reverence, leaving a path of lingering warmth of your flushed face that looks ready to explode at any moment. How delicate they look— these fingers that have ended countless lives are now cradling your face like a priceless jewel, taking care of you with hands that have held more weapons more preciously than any precious gemstone.
“Look at you. Even without being able to read your thoughts, I can still hear you as clear as day~”
Lohen leans in closer and brushes his mouth against your earlobe. His lips are dry, the consequences of always being exposed to the cold air out in the wild without taking proper care of them— yet that doesn’t stop him from blowing hot air into your ear. He laughs when you jump in surprise and uses his other hand to pin you in place, roughly squeezing your shoulder to keep you from running away.
“Tell me. What part of my body excites you the most? Is it my chest? My waist? My hands?” He muses. “If you tell me, I might let you have a taste of me before we leave. How does that sound?”
You choke, too taken aback to say a word. Why did he have to make it sound so dirty when nothing was going to happen!?
“Vice cap—”
You barely manage to get his title out before Lohen's lips are on you, silencing every sentence that you had fought to piece together.
Turns out, the air in his lungs aren’t the only thing hot inside of his body. His tongue (the same one you've seen used to snap back at your shared comrades with cold remarks) finds an opening past your lips and leaves a blazing path in its wake, claiming your mouth with the same dominance he shows on the battlefield. With a tilt of his head, he pushes himself deeper inside you, keeping you on your toes as he fights his way into your self conciousness, forcefully filling your thoughts with him and only him with his kisses.
“Tch, not enough…”
Lohen pulls away and clicks his tongue for a brief moment before sealing his lips on top of yours again. This time, he pushes your body to the closest wall and crushes you between it and his body, letting you feel the thin belts dangling loosely around his thighs and his thigh strap all digging into your flesh at once. The rough manuever causes strands of his teal blue hair to fall out of his hair, brushing against your face like a paintbrush drawing on a blank canvas.
A sane person might call this feeling overwhelming but none of you can truly be called sane right now. Not when one of you is currently battling with the forces of gravity to pull you inside of him, while the other of you is letting him do it.
He doesn't give you time to breathe, doesn't want to. His hands grip your hands with the force of a bow with its string pulled, pressing you against the wall until you are squeezed to his body as tightly as possible like the belt you were oh so jealous of. He doesn't even try to pull away with his head starts to feel dizzy from the lack of air. The exhilaration and excitement pushes him to take more, take everything that belongs to you and keep it for himself.
It doesn't come as a surprise to anyone when you showed up to the orientation late with a few bright hickies blooming on your neck.
【Bonus】
“So, why are you dressed like that!?”
You finally manage to ask the one question you have been dying to know.
While you frantically try to find your lost clothing scattered all across his floor, Lohen leisurely buttons up the few buttons on his shirt while humming.
“Like I said, grandmaster's orders. Instead of greeting the new recruits like everyone else, I've been tasked with testing the new recruits. To ensure that they don't pose a threat to the knights nor Mondstadt. ”
“... Did he also ask you to dress in your old adventurer’s clothes, or was that a decision you made on your own?”
“Hm, who knows~ But if I had earlier known that you liked this outfit so much, I would've worn them in front of you much sooner.”
Generated drakobloxxer stuffed toy given by n7 to c00lkidd, there’s a built in walkie talkie inside it for emergencies because c00lkidd isn’t allowed a phone (the walkie talkie doesn’t have a range limit)
the stuffed toy was ended up in c00lkidd’s killer realm
when n7 has the chance, he mostly uses it to sing to c00lkidd whenever they aren’t in a round
(but due to the spectre’s influence, c00lkidd’s memories are always wiped out at the start of each round
