Ass, tits or thighs? (Ft nod krai cast) (Typical warnings of NSFW, fem!reader, mentions of a lactation kink in Albedo's, possible OOC for all of them. Fight me all you want in the comments if you want. English is not my first language)
(this plot is so overused. Does that mean I care? No, I'll do whatever I want so just enjoy my analysis or whatever)
Varka: Ass
He'd be super embarrassed about this question and probably blurt out "personality" or something like that. A knight shouldn't be so improper with his lover! But sometimes you see him staring a little too long on your behind for it to be a "friendly" look when you bend over to pick something up. If he's ever holding you close to him, his hands are always on the hips or waist, just close enough to your ass but never doing anything until you ask. Basically cock blocking himself lmao
Flins: Thighs
Also the type to say "personality" but more of an endearing way than anything else. Probably be like "you are so enchanting, how could I pick just one?" So he says personality instead. Though, he's never one to complain if he gets a nice shot of your thighs, doesn't care if they're small or big. He seems like the type of guy to enjoy giving oral, so having your thighs around his head is probably a fantasy of his.
Nefer: tits
Not ashamed of her answer, and it was quite obvious. She doesn't care about your body type either. If you're flat, she likes pinching and playing with your nipples from underneath your shirt, perhaps dragging her fingers along your areola. If you're well endowed she prefers to squish your tits between her fingers to relieve stress. One thing's for certain, with those claws on her fingers your skin will hurt and look red. Good thing she has her mouth to help.
Lauma: tits
Unlike Nefer, she prefers to admire your body from afar more than anything, and she is most importantly not crude. She likes laying her head on your chest regardless if your tits are big or not. If you're ever sore she likes massaging them within her fingers, but she'll never go past your boundaries. Though, if you ask her to take a step further she wouldn't mind, after all she does have a few fantasies and needs of her own.
Nicole: thighs
If you ever asked her this question, she'd at first go on a tangent about how human evolution evolved and why we find such body parts appealing despite them being storehouses of fat for the most part. If you ask her to give a straight answer she'd say thighs. She likes it when you wear shorts, maybe when you sit down and they seem to look bigger. Regardless of their size she likes to lay her head down there and stare up at you whilst yapping about another topic. If she feels cheeky she might bite.
Alice: ass
Practically has an obsession with slapping your ass, with how red it gets from her fondling sometimes. Especially likes it if you wear a tight dress or shorts, she just loveees admiring your figure. She may be busy but that won't exactly stop her from meeting you often enough to eye-fuck you. If you have a tattoo on your lower back best believe she's kissing that senseless. Other than that, she prefers to bend you over with her strap and take you from behind.
Arlecchino: thighs
You're often the one straddling her waist while she does her paperwork, and her hands always find themselves digging into your thighs. She'll stop if it hurts, but gods does she love looking at your legs when they're properly marked by her fingers. If she's eating you out expect plenty of teeth marks around your inner thigh. When she's holding you by your waist, she finds her fingers drawing circles on your hip, to outer thigh. Also likes the feeling of control when her hands spread your thighs open.
Columbina: tits
She takes a long time to think about it, especially since she likes all parts of you and never bothered to think about these sexual questions. She eventually says tits because they're the closest to your heart. She spends the time with you mostly listening to your heartbeat, so she finds it fair to prefer your tits. If anything else, you'll sometimes find her either squeezing or pinching your nipples since she's interested on your reactions and how they feel in her palm.
Illuga: tits
He'll freak out at first if you ever ask and refuse to answer. Though, he stares at your chest a lot more than what is necessary. If you have a gap between your tits, he likes fixating on that for whatever reason, especially when he can see that gap from your top. If you don't have a gap, that's fine too because he'll still be staring at how much space your breasts take. If you allow him to touch he'd probably do it once before chickening out. If you offer a titjob he's practically jello in your arms.
Sandrone: no preference
It's either she doesn't care or she cares for all parts of you equally. There's no real problem for her anyway, she takes what's most convenient. If you're cuddling with her her hands will rest on your tits. If you're standing beside her (with no one around) she'll place a hand on her ass. She likes observing how your thighs enlarge when you sit. You can please her with almost anything.
Dottore: different per segment.
Webtorre likes your tits, Omega your ass and prime your thighs. Though, if you attempt to seduce the different versions of him with any one, it will work. Webtorre will be the more eager of the three to grab a hold of your tits. Omega usually just takes whatever chance he gets and places a hand on your ass whenever he gets the opportunity of your bending over. Prime prefers it when you're cockwarming him and your thighs wrap around his waist. He gets hard just from the feeling of your thighs.
Wanderer: no preference
Also another one that doesn't care. If he's carrying you while he's flying, his hand will subtly palm your thighs. Time to time he listens to your heartbeat, so the cushioning on your chest is appreciated. If you don't have any, that's fine too. His hands are (for the most part) on your ass when you're walking together with no one around. He's not overtly dirty too, if you don't like it then he'll immediately stop.
Albedo: tits
I know that for most of the characters you've seen me saying tits but it's more true for him than ever. He feels like the type of guy to have a lactation kink to be honest. Like, he'd research it for normal purposes and be completely normal about it but it will eventually grow on him. If you're ever pregnant with his kid he will suck your tits at least once for a taste. He's very gentle otherwise, compared to a certain Nefer.
Does anyone else get those daydream desires for something you can never ever have, but for some reason your brain refuses to accept it? Instead of sorrow at the the knowledge that this deep desperation will never be sated you just think "someday."
And I'm not talking about owning a house or buying your dream dream car. I'm talking about sprouting wings and taking to the sky, feeling the wind glide through your hair and caress the feathers you'll never have. I'm talking about being able to change at will; yesterday you had horns but today you'd rather have a cat tail, so you do, because you can. But you can't. You never will. It's not in the cards for you but your brain still says, "someday."
I'll sit here and argue with myself. There is no someday, I can't have this, please stop wanting it. But still my brain says, "someday."
I get the feeling there's something I'm missing, some key I haven't found yet, because despite knowing it's impossible, for some reason I can't help but listen. I can't help but hope. And so I keep dreaming of flight, of change, of things I'll never have. Because maybe...
Synopsis: as a cupid migrated to Mondstadt, you found it that instigating love was your best calling. So what was with this man named Lohen, and why won't he leave you alone?
Tags: gn!reader, no use of y/n, general fluff, slight angst (blink and you miss it), lots of backstory for reader, slow-burn(?), annoyances to lovers, Lohen and reader physically fight at the end, brief mentions of stalking, banter, open ending, slightly rushed?, not proofread, English is not my first language, 6.8k words
Og post side story 1
A/N: we're just going to ignore how this took much longer than it should have...
Her Majesty, the Tsaritsa, did well in creating you.
The god of love, you surmised, was one that, in recent times seems more closed off, standoffish even compared to the humans that she rules over. She is a woman, who is seemed to have no love left for her people, an irony of all things considered her title and role, yet to compensate for that, she created the cupid race. Born to the Tsaritsa's command in order bring forth humans in romantic and platonic kinship, that was your purpose, your fate, and you couldn't have had it better.
Humans, for their endless entropy of emotions, were quite entertaining to watch when all you have to do is to observe and tie the strings to their soulmates. Their tears, their smiles, their blushes, emotions that you could never experience yourself with such detail compared to your mortal counterparts. And, in a way, you didn't mind. Observing these mortals brought you great joy in and of itself, as did bringing forth soulmates regardless of how far apart they existed.
Though, Snezhnaya was a nation quick to adapt to her majesty's mood, for now the nation of love was just an endless tundra, filled to the brim with scowls and alcohol brewing under their chins. You couldn't blame them. To live in a nation, whose reputation remained tarnished due to its aggressive military, was bound to make one grumpy. Even your mood fouled far often than it should have in these solemn conditions.
So, you took a different approach.
The north had no place for your everlasting boredom, so you ventured, from Snezhnaya to Nod Krai, skipping over the regions till you came to Mondstadt. The nation of wine and freedom. Even the air here was no short of impressive, with the scent of dandelions wafting through the air like the subtlest yet soothing companion. This region... Was all you could ask for in regards to humanity. Here, the knights wore honor as their greatest badge, the church worshipped with fervor regardless of their absentee archon, the men and women mingled with such unique romances, that you yourself could not help but sigh in utter delight at the sight of a couple giving each other flowers, or perhaps having a picnic together at the fresh meadow.
Truly, this is where you belonged.
Day by day, you sat on the windrise tree, munching on either a sunsettia or apple, positioning your (harmless) bow and arrow to an unsuspecting couple, and watching your arrow disappear into the wind to tighten the bond between the two humans. You watched, as their eyes lit up with renewed yearning, and the grip of their hands enveloped in their partner's grew stronger.
This was your whole life really. You slept on most days, when you yearned for a snack you'd simply wander around, careful to avoid the hillichurl camps and just pick up a fruit or two for your indulgence. And, when inspiration struck you'd carefully position your bow and arrow to strengthen the string of love regardless of its nature as romantic or platonic.
Ah but of course, people would catch on about your little whimsical life.
Sometimes, you left your bow on the tree during your wanderings, others you'd be a bit sloppy and fail to conceal your presence as much as you would've liked. It didn't matter, for the people of Mondstadt noticed, and you were happy to oblige to their little whims.
You'd see girlish letters asking you to send it to the object of their admiration, and you did. You'd see couples asking for your blessings and you gave them. You'd see little kids playing house, begging to allow their friendship to continue forevermore, and you'd help fulfill that wish. All anonymously of course. And yet, with each letter, heartfelt wish and whatnot, your heart didn't grow cold at the monotony, but warmer at the prospect of human kinship, sometimes bold and sometimes more reserved, growing even greater by the decade. You have practically lost count of the romances and friendships you've supported up until now, and you couldn't have had it any better.
But did romances only have to occur between humans? Why of course not!
Right now as of the moment, you sat on the branches of another tree, the grip of your legs over the branch taut, and the precision of your bow even greater. You were pointing your arrow to two lovely birds singing along in melodious harmony, and to think to not bind them in friendship was absolutely blasphemous. Obviously, the intensity of the arrow had to be lessened according to the bodies of the birds, but the calculations leading to that point were too vague and the chances of you messing up were far higher than expected. Too much intensity would kill them, might even cook them from the potency, and too little wouldn't do anything.
But mulling over it won't do much now would it? The birds would finish their singing sooner or later. You shot your arrow...
...And it turned into fowl. How great. You really needed to improve upon your arche-
"That was a nice shot there!"
You almost fell off of your branch.
Quickly adjusting your position so as to not fall off startled, your graze drifted upon the snarky and boyish voice below you. You really should've practiced concealing your presence better, but oh well. Instead of, what you would've preferred, a clean grass field, you were met with a young man, eyes dark, dead and crimson and with lovely dark hair. His uniform, you could tell, belonged with the knights of favonius, and he was covered in... Blood. You scrunched up your nose in discomfort.
"Hey now, don't look so displeased, I'm just a knight passing by!"
"A knight with so much blood," you secured your bow on your back. "I'm afraid I can't exactly trust a man with that much gore on his person."
"Just a few hilichurls ravaging the place out of order," he laughed, a bit maniacal, and your discomfort grew by the slightest. "I'm Lohen, vice captain of the fifth company of the knights of favonius," what a mouthful, "and what might your name be?"
Should you even tell him? Staring down at the man, grin undeniably cheshire and his eyes holding a sort of lack of light that you couldn't discern the emotion of, he still seemed earnest, if in a twisted way. His grip on his spear tightened the lightest, and his eyes always found themselves attracted to that bow on your back. Of course. War mongerers will always look for a sign to fight.
"Not a talker, eh?" You didn't answer either, and ended up going back to staring at the dead bird on the branch. You pitied it, it didn't deserve being at the end of your bow.
"Are you perhaps a hunter?"
"... What makes you say that?"
"Your precision at that bird was exquisite," oh? You didn't expect him to be the type for flattery. "And your bow seems to be high quality," he crossed his arms. Your gaze drifted again, and you couldn't help but watch as the blood dripped from his bangs to his nose, before eventually falling on the ground again.
"And yet, you're not dressed like one."
You narrowed your eyes. He was perceptive. You weren't all too familiar with Mondstadt laws, but poaching without a permit was surely enough a grave offense that had to be paid with a fine. Well, you would think, you haven't been interacting with human life directly for a long time now. To be faced with the implications of your own mistakes to not hide your presence better was truly distressing, especially since he knew your face and voice now.
"I'm just a typical wanderer, you don't have to worry about me," you paused, before speaking again. "I'm not here to cause trouble," in a way, the man questioning you looked like he caused greater issues than what of you might have done.
He chuckled, for whatever reason, you didn't exactly know. Instead, he brought his gloved hand to shoulder and waved, before eventually walking off into the distance, towards the city of Mondstadt. Though, with the way he kept glancing at you even after he left the scene, told you enough that he'd try to find you again, if only for the thrill of a good fight. You recognize that look all the way from the humans in Snezhnaya.
"Well, it's been a while since I had to tackle bloodlust instead of its other counterpart," you muttered to yourself, before jumping off that branch of yours, staring at the other tree and the fowl, that still had your arrow stuck through its eyes. Guess you were having meat for sustenance today then.
This Lohen was a real pain.
Day by day, you often spent your time sleeping or fulfilling the wishes of your fellow Mondstatians, yet you never did much after that. Explore? Sure, but due to the egregious amount of hilichurls near Mondstadt you weren't one to risk it. And yet, despite all your laxness, your lack of enthusiasm for anything that wasn't your purpose, you found it that Lohen wasn't one to like to leave someone peacefully minding their own business alone.
You rest near a pond or perhaps in Windrise, and you found that dastard Lohen grinning stupidly, his hand mildly shaking from gripping his polearm so hard, and always covered in crimson. You've grown to learn to ignore him, more often than not, since there wasn't much reason to just attack someone out of nowhere. At least he had the dignity for that of all things, even if most times he's just poking your bow to get a reaction out of you.
"It's a very fine quality bow. Say, care telling me where you had it made?"
"It's a family heirloom."
It wasn't, but its not like he could really do anything about that. You made your own bow and arrow, but he didn't need to know that.
Most times you just run away from him, your feet gliding across the harsh blades of grass as he calls after you with brash and hurried apologies that has no actual weight. All he wanted to do was fight, and you weren't one prone to violence by any means, especially when you knew, even with your limited combat experience, that you could end his life if you tried just the slightest. He wanted your bow to injure, but unfortunately for him you were created for love, and to hurt humans was something you didn't want to explicitly do in all things.
As of the moment, there you were, watching the crystalflies land on your index and watching as its wings flap with such beauty, yet as soon as Lohen came, it flew away, as if knowing that his bloodlust will get them killed. You remained nonchalant nonetheless, despite missing the pretty sight on your finger.
There came your dark haired knight, already covered in blood from Barbatos knows what he did, still with that annoying grin plastered on his face. It was beginning to become a part of your daily routine, and you couldn't have been more distraught at the fact that you were getting used to humans like these. You sat up from the grass, brushing the dirt from your outfit and already turning your back on him.
And he was... Pouting. Gosh, how much attention did he need really?
"Oh come on, not interested in a fight?"
"Not particularly."
Ignore, ignore ignore, that was all that was chanting in your head right now. Why did you even respond to his question? That you yourself didn't even know, people like him are bound to give up if you don't give them the thought of day, but here you were falling into a trap that he himself didn't know he placed.
"What do you even do then? Such great precision on your archery, and yet you're without a permit."
"Just for self defence," you breathed through your nose, "I might just attack you from your incessant questions now." Said through gritted teeth.
"Oh please do!"
"No thank you," your expression turned to one of disgust again. "Won't exactly count as self defence."
"I say it would, if I just strike right now," what was he even saying?! His body shifted, and now he was taking a stance for... Fighting! This man really doesn't know when to quit!
"I said no, Lohen!"
He pouted, and you practically shivered in your cloth. "Ahh what a buzz kill," he rolled his neck, and you could hear the cracks pop one by one, which was disturbing. Gods, he really was just planning on attacking you right then and there. One had to be a real kind of crazy to even do that without warning.
"And besides, it wouldn't exactly be a fair fight anyway. You have a vision and I don't." Why were you even trying to reason with him? You could've just walked away, never to see him again as you reside in a more secluded area. Your love for humans must have been so great to indulge even the irrational of humans, those who have only fight in their heart and brain.
"I'll throw away my vision."
You quirked an eyebrow. So much for just a fight? You wonder if he became a knight just to duel people. "You're a knight and I'm just a passing Traveler. Still wouldn't be fair."
"I'll compensate you!"
With what exactly? You almost said, but instead rolled your eyes. You've had enough conversation with this man and it was getting on your nerves. So, as promptly as you could, you began walking away from the man, ignoring his pouty protests.
He was interesting to observe however, maybe you should do more research on people like him.
You stood in front of Mondstadt gates, and could only sigh as you walked in.
To be completely honest, interactions with humans (aside from... You hate to say it but Lohen) were few and negligible in your long life, so, approaching the city with stone gates left you feeling a tad bit nervous. The guards greeted you kindly, which should be a source of comfort, and you bowed your head in turn, if only to be polite.
The city was quite... Lively. Lively for your taste specifically, with the children running amok and the constant company that was the bustling conversation between the people. You even saw some people releasing love letters into the air, which you cheekily collected and made sure to carefully place in your handbag. No rest for the cupid you supposed, you smiled into your cloak. But, as always, you wouldn't have had it any other way.
Your intention for even coming into the city, was, for one, to observe how Mondstadtians get along in their day to day lives, and to also gather more information about Lohen's environment to find out about what made him such a battle maniac. He was a tad bit of an enigma for you, inhibiting characteristics of a psychopath, yet still holding this humanity in him that signifies that he was more than just a man who liked to wander about and fight things and creatures for no reason. He was annoying, but in a way you wanted to study him. Just that, asking him directly, knowing that he'll be on your tails for as long as you exist afterwards, was not your particular cup of tea.
And this city was too cheerful. Too much for someone like him.
You truly wonder, you really do, what about this freeing environment made him so battle hungry? Even those with the more serious disposition, always carried that air of softness, or had at least some kind of care for their own city to crack a smile every once in a while. Him? He belonged more in Natlan than he did in Mondstadt. What made him so bored of this lovely city? You truly wondered.
Here, it felt as if the word "home" was personified in a way, the cozy warm feeling and the general public adding to that whole vibe of the place. And yet, Lohen feels like such a stark, cold contrast against that home which you've lived in for so many decades. You're not sure how to feel, and yet surprisingly enough you don't feel malice.
For now, you'd just enjoy your day. The children around brought you dandelions to your palms, and you smiled and pat their heads as a thanks for their gesture. With the limited mora you carried, you used it to buy some food from good hunter, and it was far more pleasing than of what you might have expected. You walked from area to area, taking in this glorious city with fresh eyes and a warmer heart, and your little love for humanity sparkled just a tad bit brighter, and it felt like such a great euphoria.
... If it weren't for the fact that you were being watched.
You noticed almost immediately when you checked out the Knights of favonius headquarters and then left to discover more parts of the city, but someone was certainly following you if anything. They were sneaky, that was to be sure, and certainly not to be messed with, but you couldn't sense any bloodlust on their person even with the unnerving presence watching you. You sighed, wishing you had eyes at the back of your head. It would save you the trouble of constantly looking back and seeing that your assailant had all but disappeared.
Couldn't even enjoy an afternoon. You sighed.
You suspect that Lohen might be following you. Why? Well, regardless of how well he did at deception, he couldn't hide his elemental traces regardless of how hard he tried. It didn't help that your senses were far more attuned to Teyvat than that of the normal person, but considering that Lohen hadn't done anything yet, you'd let him slide for once.
For now, you'd just buy a memoir to remember your trip.
"Any flower you'd like?"
Flora, you heard, offered you the array of flowers, and you couldn't help but chew on your fingers for a bit. Even if this was just a personal gift, it didn't make the act of buying something any less difficult. Sighing you asked for the Cecilias, but unfortunately someone had bought them already. The whole stock. Which was... Strange, but you could manage, and instead bought some small lamp grass.
The flowers were pretty at least, and the sun was already setting. You were about to leave the city gate, but unfortunately, were stopped by an all too familiar voice.
"Wait a sec!" It was Lohen.
He ran up to you while you were already on the path with a frightening speed that you hadn't seen him use before, which, to be fair, was expected since you hadn't seen him actually in combat before, and left him in the dust before he could actually catch up. He panted the faintest, and you could see from your vision that his top was the slightest ruffled. His face however, was a whole other story. It was flushed, a tad bit pink, likely from running to you so fast and so hurriedly, and yet he still kept that manic grin on his face that you've grown accustomed to.
"Lohen?"
"Yes, my liege?"
You rolled your eyes at the nickname, and then sighed, exasperated.
"Why are you here, exactly?" Choosing your words carefully. You wouldn't want to catch the unnecessary attention of the guards, who were watching your interaction with far too much interest than of what you might be comfortable with. Somehow, Lohen noticed your discomfort, and moved his body so that he was covering the sight of you from the guards.
That was oddly thoughtful.
"Can't get a chance to see the lovely you?"
"You can but I'm pretty sure that flattery wasn't in the topic of "meeting" me."
"Is it really flattery if it's all true?"
You raised a brow. Now he was acting slightly suspicious. He didn't seem like the type to care about overt complementing, especially since you assumed him to only acknowledge those that matched his fighting prowess. You didn't even clash your bow against his yet.
"Just tell me what you want Lohen."
You crossed your arms, and he pouted again. Seriously, you might just have to start counting the number of times he's being dramatic.
"Trying to get rid of me?"
"If you don't hurry up I might just," your glare didn't exactly match his carefree look, but then again your threat must have worked since he took out the thing that he was hiding behind his back-
And it was Cecilias. Huh.
... But they were covered in blood.
You stared at Lohen, then back at the flowers again, holding the crimson carnage and the distinct scent of iron. Tentatively, you grabbed the flowers, narrowing your eyes when the blood dripped into your palm.
"Why blood?"
"Well, I feel like red suits you."
"It suits you more," you sighed, picking one flower and twirling it between your index and middle. "Considering you're so battle hungry. I'd prefer it if it was white."
"Well, it wouldn't exactly say anything that it would match me now would it? I feel like I had to impart at least some of my charm."
Ugh. He had a point.
But then again... "Where did you get the blood from?"
"Oh do you really need to know?"
"I feel as if I must."
You stared at Lohen, who was consequently staring off into the distance with the most neutral expression you had ever seen, likely to not give away his thoughts. You narrowed your eyes and furrowed your brow, and he still had the audacity to act unbothered. You were seriously considering kicking him.
Forcibly shoving his body, which was frustratingly sturdy and didn't seem to want to budge, you looked behind him. There was nothing out of the ordinary of course, just guards doing their job and the sun setting from the long day that it spent. However, you were not one easily deterred. Squinting your eyes, you saw a few people walking out the city gates in the adventurer's guild uniform, their expressions foul and all, and as they walked passed, you noticed how the biggest one was holding his head covered in bandages, and his lackeys were talking about a concussion of sorts.
You whipped your head back to Lohen, not impressed in the slightest.
"Why would you fight someone so carelessly, Lohen?"
He was... whistling now? Gosh why doesn't he ever stay on topic?!
"Lohen."
"Oh fine, you really wanna know?"
Yes, you really did. And you were mostly sure that your expression conveyed that perfectly fine, much to his likely dismay.
He leaned into you, and for a moment you thought he was about to do something absolutely ridiculous, but instead all he did was whisper into your ear:
"I did it for the thrill. Say, isn't it fun to see these pitiful men limping and scampering all caused by my gift for you?"
"Wha- no, Lohen! Why would I ever want people to be hurt because of me?!"
"Eh, why not? I mean, personally speaking if you fought someone for me I'd be at your neck and call like a pitiful servant," you tried not to think about the implications of that.
"That's for you personally, not me!"
"Well, they are known to be slackers in the adventurer's guild, I was just roughing them up!"
You sighed, pointedly sighed, attempting to not let your absolute irritation with him show. He was at least observant enough to know he had fucked up, but at the same time it seemed like he didn't give a rat's ass about what you thought of it.
"Then take it as a token of... My gratitude!" Now he was just spewing bullshit, but who were you to call him out really? At least he returned to normal. His snarky, cheerful voice returned again, and you couldn't help but find it ridiculous that you were glad he returned to his original personality of all things. Seriously, you were growing soft.
"Gratitude for what?" You raised a brow, and all he did was chuckle.
"Well, as the knights say, for not running off when I quote on quote "behaved like a freak"."
You still behave like one, you almost uttered whilst rolling your eyes, but you had enough of self preservation to know when and when not to respond to precarious situations.
"Well then!" He finally leaned away, and you almost missed his warm breath hitting your face, "any other questions needing answering?"
Well, best to ask something mundane you supposed. "Why flowers?"
He was the one now staring at you, blankly in fact, his cheeks still pink of all things and definitely lost in thought. Then, with his bloody hand, he picked a flower in your hand, carefully making sure the blood wouldn't stain your outfit (which was a surprisingly thoughtful gesture) and placed it on your ear, the red a contrast against your face.
"You could say it's a trade."
You paused. "Trade?"
He grinned back, which he was doing awfully often. "Well, despite all the times I've already met you, I've found to it that, I actually still don't know your name."
You paused again, this time with more emphasis on the disbelief on your face. "So you want my name because you gave me flowers?"
He nodded, and you could only sigh.
"It's (Name)." And you prevent him from seeing the redness on your ears, you quickly went on your own separate ways, carefully carrying the red cecelias in your hands too. Briefly, you heard Lohen testing your name on his tongue, but you promptly ignored him. It was sunset after all, there was no need to bother him much longer than you should have.
Cupid's way of delivering letters were simple.
First, they'd receive the letters of course, folded in a neat envelope, and they'd also read it, which was typical. Then they'd converge into either two routes, either guiding the words of the letter across the wind, making sure they reached their predetermined destination, or perhaps cupid themselves would come to that person in disguise and give them the love letter themselves.
Cupid rarely ever threw away letters, and only did so when it was an unwanted stalker of such. However, you might make an exception for the letter in front of you.
The letter in your hand, stamped with the favonius wax and with imported paper, was slightly crumpled and worn, reminiscent of a certain Mondstadter that you'd meet quite often in your current days. It was unusual, Lohen was never one to sit still and actually write a letter due to his personality, he'd, in fact, much rather just have an assistant take care of his paperwork, maybe overload acting grandmaster jean again, but he would be out in the wild killing the poor animals and hilichurls.
To write a letter to cupid? That was the ultimately bizarre part.
Carefully, you made sure not to tear the paper, and opened it without the wax ruining the letters. Inside, was, of course, the most crooked and hasty handwriting you had ever seen. So, you could at least confirm it was Lohen, but you never knew that he admired someone. Huh. Guess you learn new things every day, even if they slightly make your heart ache for whatever reason, which was something that you yourself didn't know of sorts.
Of course, you had to actually read the letter. Sucking in a breath, you began:
"Dear cupid,
Grandmaster Varka had told me to write this for whatever reason, which was... Annoying. But nothing I couldn't handle. See, there was this certain person I met in Mondstadt, nothing out of the ordinary, people do wander about and frankly it's none of my business. Still, they were sort of odd. Sitting on a tree of all things, and pointing an arrow with the nicest form I had seen, towards an unsuspecting bird. They were good, I could confidently say. But, unfortunate as it was they aren't too keen on seeing eye to eye in any of our prospects of whatever. I try to get along, a person with such talent surely deserves for a clean fight, but it was strange seeing them so adverse to fighting, considering that they're that talented. I couldn't even catch their name until recently! Their name was (Name), it sounded nice in my mouth at the very least, and I only got it when I got them a gift, and even then they seemed more than pleased to run away. Quite frustrating in my place.
Anyway, all I ask of you (which the other knights and Grandmaster are telling me to ask of you), is to help me find out more about them and what they want with me or anything else. They're far too intriguing for me to let them go, so I'm not inclined to do that. Give a sign or whatever, and give it quick.
From,
Lohen."
It was quite a short letter, and yet you didn't know how to feel about it, considering that it was about you of all people. Lohen wasn't one to mull over the details it seemed. He ran over how the two of you met, how he felt that your combat prowess was a gem in talent of sorts, and most of all, how willing he had been to continue talking to you, heck, even to find out your name. He wasn't a romantic, or something, he didn't write about how he felt when you ignored him, or how much desperation claws at him whenever he saw you running off or whatever. Instead, it seemed as if he was just trying to relay his points and quick, considering the tardiness of his writing and how many words he had cut and rewritten over and over again.
You didn't know how to feel.
How could you even tell him that his thoughts (confusing as it was) was being relayed to the object of his interest or whatever? You were cupid, and you had an admirer yourself, and yet, you didn't know how you were supposed to take it. With pride? Joy? Perhaps even indulge his rapid curiosity? You didn't frankly know, and you're not exactly sure you want to know.
For now, you'd carefully fold the letter and place it into your pockets and ponder, as the sun set and the moon's visibility shone again, you decided that you were going to think for a long while.
"Oh come on Mx (Name)!"
"No Lohen."
Ever since that letter, for whatever reason that you didn't know of yourself, you've been more inclined to allow Lohen into your vicinity. Well, Vicinity as in, the two of you walking together without talking or perhaps having a meal together. You still block out the nonsense that somehow escapes his mouth into the human realm, but that was something that you did all the time so you don't think it counts.
Though, no matter how hard you tried in blocking out the noise, he always had a way to ask the same questions over and over again.
"I'm not going to fight you Lohen."
"You're acting like fighting is going to drain the life out of you or something."
Somewhere in the back of your throat, you were about to say yes before calming yourself.
"I'm just simply not interested."
Couldn't he get that in the slightest? Plenty of times you've told him no, how you did not want to cross weapons near the statue of the seven, nor did you want him to surprise attack you with his polearm. He was usually tolerable enough, and that was made this whole ordeal double the annoyance.
You've made sure that your bow was nowhere near your hands lest he mistake that for agreeing to fight, and you were obviously careful enough to make sure your arrows were out of sight too, there was no need for him to get all too excited. You could already imagine the pout plastered on Lohen's face, but unfortunately you weren't going to give him the time of day.
... Hopefully you weren't going to give him the time of day. Nowadays your mentality was horrifically easy to change its mind with just the slightest persuasion, and you decided that you didn't like that at all. Curse that darn Lohen.
"(Name)!"
"Screaming my name is going to get you nowhere Lohen believe me."
Unfortunately, he's also gotten far more obnoxious ever since he's learnt your name, and it seems to be his favorite word to shout into your ear now. (Name) This, (Name) that, your own name was starting to sound like it wasn't supposed to exist with his frequent usage.
You could hear him audibly sigh, in disappoinment or whatever, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes. Him and his overt need for everything to go his way. You yourself couldn't believe that you found that a bit charming.
But then, you heard the distinct sound of metal clanging together to create a rather annoying chime, and when you looked back, there was Lohen, his vision in his hand and he... Tossed it to the floor?!
"Lohen what are you-"
"You're always one to ramble on and on about how you don't want to fight, so I have just decided to make things a while lot easier for you. Come on, I'm practically defenseless without my vision now aren't I?"
He's... Taunting you. No, his tone of voice seemed less mocking and way too level, more like, coaxing you. All this for a fight? He even grabbed his polearm in the midst of your irritation with him!
"Didn't we have a whole conversation on how it would still be unfair even if you threw away your vision?"
"Aw, you think I didn't account for that? Relax! I'll go easy on you."
And would you look at that. "I'll go easy on you"? What a laughable quote, as if you were far lesser than him. Well, technically you did run around in circles trying to convince him that you were weak, but now that you were closer and now that you were actually subtly fond of him, the whole thing stroked your ego in the opposite direction of what you wanted.
Well, if a fight is what he wants then a fight is what he gets.
Quickly grabbing your bow from your back, you allow the friction beneath your feet to drag you away from Lohen so you could gain some kind of distance and shoot your arrows. Of course, the arrows themselves came with their own safety features, you weren't actually going to hurt him, but it's best to give someone the illusion of their desire when said desire is going to actively harm them in the process. Three arrows went, two for each of his eyes and one for his head, but he easily deflected and swatted the arrows away with his polearm.
"Hahah! Bring it on!" That maniacal grin on his face again, you couldn't help but smirk in return of his enthusiasm.
Lohen was fast, he managed to close the distance between the two of you pretty quickly, leading you to quickly go on the defensive. His polearm slashed up, right then left, and you carefully dodged each hit. Luckily, the length of the polearm caused the swings to allow you to gain more distance, so by the time he was done with the first set of his attacks, you had already moved a great distance away from him to use your bow and arrow to shoot him again.
This time you wanted to test his reaction speed, really check the waters with what you could do and how long you could do it before Lohen could get suspicious about your lack of loss of stamina. Three arrows again, the first one aimed for his left hand, which he quickly dodged. The second came for his eyes, where he used his weapon to snap your arrow in half before it could actually pierce him. And the third for his feet...
Which he failed to dodge in the fraction of a second, so while it didn't injure much it still mildly poked him. You'd finally find his blind spot.
"What? Already failing to keep up pretty boy?" You suppose it couldn't hurt to tease him a little.
"Well, if it's you how could I possibly imagine keeping up?"
What a smartass. Still, you found yourself smiling along with him too, somehow finding the act of fighting of all things "fun", but for now you just had to focus.
You'd have to find a way to offset the balance of his footwork in order to pin him down with your arrows, but that would have to come later when his movements with his polearm became more sluggish. For now, you were perfectly fine with distracting him until you gained an opening.
He was clearly limping the slightest, you wondered if you actually pierced a toe of his, but his smiled never swept out of place, in fact his grin was possibly wider than before, and a face far more flushed with the prettiest blush you'd seen. A thrust of his polearm, of which you had to carefully dodge to the side.
"You're good at this! Makes me wonder why you didn't agree to a fight all those times," his tone was the breathy, and yet all you noticed was how he was paying attention to talking instead of fighting for now. You narrowly avoided his polearm, though it cut the bridge of your nose, and another thrust was about to stab you through the heart, and though you knew that Lohen put no killing intent behind that and would likely stop and declare himself winner or whatever, you still made sure to use an arrow of yours to prevent the stab altogether, even if it broke in half.
From this close a distance you could observe his face, the smirk he sported, the blood on his shoes and the feather from your arrow, his messy, unkept hair and wide blood red eyes. It was endearing, seeing him so joyful. Unfortunately for him though, you were excellent at providing distractions during a losing stalemate. His footwork was rigid, one that you couldn't displace, but his spear was fair game in your terms.
Carefully uplifting your foot, a difficult endeavor with the proximity of your bodies, you lodged the polearm between the small gap between the heel and sole of your boot, watching the handle get stuck momentarily. Lohen's eyes widened, his gaze suddenly blank, and you used that distraction to kick him. Hard. Real hard. The metal handle of the weapon, combined with the pointy front of your boot, did well in causing him to cough up spit within how hard his guts were kicked. He was practically sent flying, his back to a tree and his head pushed back. You cringed at the sight, and hopefully you didn't break any of his bones. Well, even if he did break a bone you'd still drag him all the way to Mondstadt church, uncaring of the glances just to get him healed.
For now though, all you had to do was point an arrow to his neck and assume your victory. Well, that and making sure your strength didn't kill him.
Quickly walking over, borderline running, your figure towered over Lohen who was clutching his midsection with his arms, and you couldn't help but contort your brow in worry. It didn't seem like you broke a bone of his, but you wouldn't rely on your judgement entirely. Even still, as Lohen stared up at you, delirious and all from the adrenaline, you couldn't help the spike of pride in your ego as you'd got even the chronic fighter to be stupefied. Crouching down, you carefully pressed the tip of the arrow over his Adam's apple, watching as his breath hitched for a hot second.
For a moment, you recalled your master's teachings in regards to using the bow and arrow.
"Pointing a cupid's arrow at someone is a great hit or miss. Your arrow, when released, either tightens the blossoming relationship and disappears into the wind, or breaks in half due to no mutual feelings between the lover and recipient. If you are in fight, you have to be very careful so as the arrow doesn't fade away."
"Yes ma'am," you remember responding.
The arrow, lodged between the gaps of your fingers, began to fade away, and your eyes could only widen in shock.
Shit.
Lohen seemed to catch drift of the disappearing arrow, and yet instead of the incriminating and confused look that you expected, his mouth instead widened into a grin.
(Lohen x Hexenzirkel apprentice!fem!reader, reader wears makeup, lohen and reader knew each other at childhood, yearning on Lohen's side, lohen pov, indirect kissing, I wanted to experiment with writing a softer lohen so uh here we are, also written at 1 am, please ignore the ooc and any other mistakes)
"So, how has being Vice Captain been so far?"
Lohen looked at you, the various desserts surrounding your cup of tea, and back at you again only to shrug, his own fingers gripping the porcelain cup. He already finished his tea from the cup you gave him, and the two of you had been sitting in a comfortable silence until you finally talked.
See, before Lohen's inevitable encounter with the Doctor, he did surprisingly have a normal childhood. Albeit, he doesn't remember much since he was less than ten at that time, nor does he care to since mourning the past has never really been his thing. However, one of the things from that lost childhood was you, who, if he were to recall with the best of his abilities, he had a mild crush on by only watching from afar.
Now, past crushes were past crushes. He could admit that you were pretty and all, but he was sure that the two of you had moved on from each other. It's been years! He doesn't even know if you knew he existed or not.
That is, right up until you nearly crashed into him while running away from Alice, begging him to hide you so that you wouldn't go along with her crazy whims. And right after that, when the coast was clear, you even invited him to a tea party as an apology for being so rash in your "first" meeting. In any case, it wasn't as if he couldn't, I mean, what normal person gets to mingle with a person associated with the Hexenzirkel no less? Not him, so he'd planned to use the opportunity to find out more about the witches.
That is, until the tea parties continued for a few more months.
You'd randomly leave through a self created portal in the midst of the party sometimes, claiming you need to "save Miss Nicole from killing herself in her wildly unnecessary excursions again". It may take a few weeks, or only a few days, but you'd always come back bearing gifts like a brand of poison that still hadn't appeared in the black market or a dagger with a different alloy used for its blade.
He didn't know when he started to keep them as memoirs instead of just tools for killing in his lodging.
So now, he's at another tea party, bored out of his mind (not really) and scrutinizing your easy smile that left his throat dry and clothes feeling quite too tight for his unusually stiff posture.
"Tell me, is working under Miss Nicole as hectic as you always make it out to be?"
A giggle escaped your throat, jostling the tea you held in your palms and he wished he could commit that sound to memory. "She's an... Adventurous spirit, but that's what I like about her. It is kinda annoying that she gets stuck in Sumeru trying to run away from a tiger at the most inopportune of times, but I respect her as my mentor."
Adventurous spirit eh? He wonders how you'd react if he told you that he was an adventurer once.
A ring erupted from your dodo communication device, and your brows furrowed with perhaps the most irritated of expressions that you could muster up without ruining your makeup. You picked up the phone, mumbled a few disgruntled sounds, put it back and shot him with an apologetic look.
"My apologies, Miss Alice seems like she needs help with something now..."
You stood up, taking your briefcase with you. "Take care, I'll bring something to make up for lost time!"
When the words "no need" began to form on his mouth, you had already left, and he could only sigh into his chair. He looked back at your tea cup, still filled to the brim with steaming hot tea even after the two of you had talked for an hour by now. His eyes narrowed at the brim, and he realized that you had indeed drawn a spell to keep refilling it. Though, the cup was losing some of the heat it retained for a while, it was because it was smudged by-
A lipstick stain.
He blinked at the color of the rouge for a moment. It had become desaturated from mixing with the black pigment of the spell, but he could still tell the color was your signature one that you carried alongside your face like a second mask.
Somehow, without even realizing it, he had already brought the rapidly cooling cup closer to his face. He could swear all he wants that it was just to observe the craftsmanship of the porcelain, but he, Adorno, Theodore, heck, anyone who could spare a single glance at him could tell that he cared naught for such mundane detailing.
He can't deny the perverse feeling coiling in his gut when he pressed his lips against the rouge stained tea cup too.
The color, though splotchy, transfered onto his lips pretty easily like wet paint, and yet, despite it all he still lightly swiped his tongue over his lips to have a taste of your preferences. No matter if the color was just for aesthetics and tasted like absolute shit, he's still observing it like an alchemist with their craftsmanship.
Then, somehow not surprisingly enough, a smile broke out of his face.
Well, kid him, though he couldn't remember much, certainly had good taste when choosing the object of his fancy. After all, infatuation always works a second time around, right?
(Lohen x gn!reader, mentions of injuries, slightly suggestive? Masochist!Lohen, crack, reader is just so done, written before Lohen release, I'm spamming Lohen and you can't stop me)
You may as well have been Lohen's personal escort by this point, with how much you have to follow him around to make sure he doesn't die of his bloodlust.
Grandmaster Varka handed you your position with... A grimace on his face and a pat on your back, bidding you good luck on your job with Lohen. You were hired as a medic, not as a field one that runs along with the rest of the knights, but Lohen's personal assistant. You were the one dragging him out of fights with a well placed shout ("Lohen! I swear to the Anemo archon that if you don't come back here right now I'm gonna shove this scalpel right up your-") and a smack to his face if he was particularly restless that day.
Today, in fact, was one of those days.
You harshly pinched Lohen's cheek, digging your nails into his skin as he whined, his whole body covered in blood. You had to forcefully kick away his polearm and use your surgical scissors to cut open his shirt, pressing a clean rag right into his slash wound on his stomach. Then, when the bleeding relatively eased, you cleaned the wound the best you could with the antiseptics you had on hand, before finally moving on to stitching him up.
The stitches, which he was currently struggling to hell on.
You pressed the skin into your gloved fingers as the needle and thread went in, and then out, but kept watching Lohen's expression in the mean time. His face was flushed, pupils dilated and all and those were normal signs. He kept panting, taking shallow breaths in, and you watched as his chest expanded and deflated at an awfully slow pace.
You sighed. "You know Lohen you don't need to bite your tongue when I'm stitching you up. Let loose, I'm not gonna judge for any embarrassing noises of pain or whatever."
His trance of delirium was quickly broken by your voice, and he stared at you with a questioning look, brow raised and all, but still with a deep, flushed face.
"Ya sure?" His voice was shaky at best and you could only nod. Who knew Lohen was one of those that liked to appear tough, to you he was just a lunatic that didn't care much about other's perception of him.
As you pinched at his skin again, his breath hitched for a second, and you stopped to raise your brow. He only gave you a lopsided grin in return, and you shook your head, returning to your work, passing the needle through his skin-
Before he let out a loud moan.
See, moans and groans and whimpers of pain were fairly common in your field, especially when you perform medical emergencies on patients without any anaesthesia. You were fairly expecting a noise, heck with how quiet Lohen was you wanted something, anything to escape his mouth. However, this little noise was different.
It looked as if his whole body was shuddering from something, his face was relieved in a way, but still had that tangible red tint, and his lips were parted the slightest, as if he was experiencing the best pleasure of his life. He kept leaning into the needle rather than turning away, and he looked so awestruck that you had no idea where he was storing all that wonder for.
"C'mon (Name)..." He drawled out, sounding awfully inebriated and pitiful than usual. "Care to be rougher on dear old me?"
You blinked. Leaning into the needle, dragging out his words with half lidded eyes and unusually flushed cheeks. Your eyes darted down to his lap, where he had his legs crossed and partly shaky-
Before realizing the obvious dent in his pants.
"Oh fuck no. No no no, why does this keep happening?! This is so out of my paycheck!" You groaned into your hands, which you had already brought up to cup your face in frustration. Lohen only tilted his head in slight confusion, and you had to constantly remind your stupid, stupid brain to not dart your eyes to the now obvious bulge that he was wearing on display. Thank the Gods that you were far away from the training grounds. Mortification may as well swallow you whole if that were the case.
"Hm? Weren't you the one who said I could "do whatever I want" my dear Mx (Name)?"
Is this guy being intentionally dense?! "That was before I realized that you're horny from being stitched up! Oh gods does that mean I'm an accomplice? Does that mean I've technically been helping you jerk off to yourself?!" Your shout was borderline horrified, and you half a mind to smack him for his snickering.
"Oh come on I've only been jerking off to-"
You smacked a hand to his mouth. In no way were you going to let him finish that sentence.
"Ughh this is so above my pay grade! The Grandmaster should've told me that I'd been dealing with a masochist. But noooo "Lohen is just a bit crazy in the head" instead of specifying how crazy he really is!" You pinched the bridge of your nose with your other hand, uncaring of how it's covered in his gross gross blood.
All he did was keep looking at you curiously, and you had to force yourself to not shiver when he began to lick your gloved hand covered in blood. Pulling away, you threw his jacket on his lap and forced yourself to be methodical, cleaning up your supplies and shoving them into a briefcase. You were practically dead on your feet when you lifted Lohen up and threw his arm over your shoulder, trying to keep blank and not show the grimace etched into your face.
Perhaps moving to another division wouldn't be so bad huh? At least you wouldn't have to deal with this freak of a man following around monsters to kill anymore.
(The next day you found an envelope in your mail stating your rise in a paycheck and a cheeky smiley face drawn in blood right next to the signature stating "Lohen", and you could only sit down on your staircase, your head in hands and groan in absolute frustration.)
Lohen is the type of person who, when seeing you in a beautiful outfit, shouts out unabashedly, no shame whatsoever on how good your body looks in that. Does he care that everyone is looking at you and him like the two of you insulted Barbatos himself personally? Nope! He's gotta let everyone know of how hot you were too.
Wanderer is the type of person to always keep an outfit he likes on you in top condition. Got a stain on it? You'd better be crazy because there is no stain to be seen. Aw man you were going to have an outing but forgot to iron your clothes? Don't mind him if he casually slides over the folded clothes to you while you were still ranting.
Nefer is the type of person to not say how much she likes your outfit, but she shows it well. The entire day she's pulling you to her side, claws tapping rhythmically on your hip, placing you on her lap while she worked no matter how big or heavy you were, and perhaps sneaking in a cheeky kiss on the neck that slowly blooms to a hickey. Jahoda just knows that she has to avert her eyes from the boss more than usual when she sees you in the apparel.
Chiori is the type of person to make you clothes similar to that of the ones she likes to the exact measurement. Don't mind if the clothes are a bit tighter though, a designer always likes to see how their clothes fit perfectly on their client. Hm? People were ogling at your figure for that? Well what designer would she be if she didn't think to deal with that. Just remove the pin that she carefully placed in your collar and well, she doesn't need to say any more now does she?
I feel as if Durin is the type to be intimidated by Wanderer's lover.
He first met you as mini Durin, clinging onto Hat Guy's side and taking in the world with such awe and apprehension. Interactions with the world of Teyvat had him amazed, even if he'd only experienced an inch of the possibilities. Yet, the one thing he found himself prying about is Hat Guy's private life. When he met you, and how his first friend's eyes glinted with something unrecognizable (affection?), he was immediately one to jump to questions.
"Who's this Hat Guy?" He whisper shouted.
"My partner, (Name)."
He hasn't been able to have a proper conversation with you ever since knowing that. Hat Guy's mate? So it was someone that Hat Guy must have held in high regard. He was almost scared of you, primarily because he didn't know the type of person you were. Hat Guy was a bit prickly, would it be that you were the same, or perhaps more so? What if you disliked him? What if-
"Aww aren't you a cutie?" You pet his horns, lightly caressing his head. He was a bit shocked, and even that word was an understatement. Seriously, you treated him like a younger brother, cooing and brushing against his scales and fur, careful not to let your fingers get entangled and hurt him too much. He was a bit embarrassed too, being coddled as if he was a baby. It felt like he was in his mother's arms again, and it filled him up with such feeling of warmth.
Hat Guy even looked fond of this whole encounter, if his hours of trying to read him proved to be successful. Would it be a stretch to say that he looked... Domestic? He looked at you like you were his entire world, and at him like he was a welcome addition to that world. Durin felt so inexplicably warm, he felt as if he was overheating and had to pry himself out of your arms.
Yeah, safe to say that he liked you very much.
When Albedo turned him into a human, one of the first things he did, under Lisa's jurisdiction, was to learn how to read and write. He wanted to contact Hat Guy as soon as possible on the fact that he, was now human just like him. In a way, he also wanted to contact you, his other friend. He wanted to see you both, to hear both of your thoughts on letter. Even if in the beginning Lisa had to write things out and read the reciprocating letters back to him.
In between Hat Guy's paragraphs were your little fun tidbits. You, congratulating him, inquiring about how he looks now, making fun of Hat Guy for being so dry and monotone in this letters (which was never scratched out for any reason), and he fully absorbed every little insight, trying to get to know you better and acquiring information on what to do when he finally meets you in this form.
For this reason, he's much more eager to learn about etiquette and socializing, a most difficult journey indeed. He wanted to impress you, to show you how much he's changed since his previous form as mini Durin, how he's all grown up and not a little kid anymore (though, a hunch told him that no matter what you'd treat him all the same regardless). He wanted to protect you in the same way Hat Guy saved you in his letters and he most certainly wanted to be your equal. He's kept all his thoughts and dilemma a secret, all to give you a grand, total surprise when you finally meet him at last.
... Yet he finds himself freezing like a deer in headlights when he finally sees you at Nod Krai at last, feeling all his efforts and monologuing go down the drain.
Yeah, no matter what stage of life he's in, Durin won't lie that in each first impression you're as intimidating as the last.
(just a short drabble lmfao. I can make a longer version, different pov version, just ask)
