"I spy with my little red eye something blonde and definitely a worthy opponent to cripple under my heel… It's the Honorary Knight! Hey, what brings you here? Oh, just a little stroll? Cool, cool. Hmm? What are these flowers I'm holding? Hahaha, it's Qingxin! I had it delivered all the way to Liyue, just to surpriiiiseee a special someone. And who might that be? Well, take a guess. They're someone I'm willing to rip this world apart for if someone else dared to even lay a strand of hair on their head. Someone that I'm willing to be used by in any way they see fit. They can collar me, punish me, or even abandon me, and I would still crawl back to them on my hands and knees like a happy, wagging dog eager for their affection. As long as they're happy, I'm happy. Sooo, any guesses? Why the frightened expression, dude?"
II. CHAT: SADISTIC TENDENCIES
"Hmm, I wonder what other toys I can use to make them squirm… Something that could bring tears of pleasure and pain at the same time. Maybe some hot wax or a flogger with sharp edges. Hehehehe…"
III. CHAT: PAPERWORK
"Can this stupid paperwork disappear any faster? That damn Varka knows I have a date with them tonight, and I can't be stuck here all fucking day. I swear, I'm thiiisss close to setting the headquarters on fire just to get out of here."
IV. ABOUT THE OTHERS
"Hmm? How did the others react to my relationship with them? Bahahaha! Oh, they didn't believe me at first; they thought I manipulated them or something. Yeah, the other knights made up these bizarre rumors about us, like when I probably threatened them with a dagger to their neck to make them date me. Can you believe that? I'm crazy, but I'm not that crazy... probably. Anyway, eventually they saw how happy we were together and accepted it. Some of them even apologized for doubting us. Whatever, it's one thing to doubt, but it's another thing to spread false rumors. It's all water under the bridge now, though. But I regret not teaching those fools a very thorough, valuable lesson because I would rather not anger my lover."
V. LOHEN'S TROUBLES
"Ugh… Being a big target for so many bastards across Teyvat is such a pain in the ass. The Fatui, Abyss scum, rival knights, and even some of the nobles in Mondstadt probably want me dead. I could deal with all that shit easily. But what really pisses me off is knowing they might try to use them to get to me. One wrong move and some coward thinks they can grab them just to make me vulnerable… Hah. The mere thought makes my blood boil. If anyone even dares to lay a finger on them as leverage against me, I’ll turn their entire bloodline into a cautionary tale. I’ll slaughter anything that tries to use them… but damn, it’s annoying that they even have the option."
VI. COMBAT: LOW HP
"Heh… is this all you’ve got? Pathetic. I can’t die yet—Fuck! I still need to go home to them. Don’t you dare make me break my promise to them…!"
VII. JEALOUSY
"Saaayyy, Honorary Knight. Are my eyes deceiving me, or are you pretty cozy with my lover recently… They're awfully adorable, hmm? Bet you want to hug them, hold their hand, maybe even steal them away from me? Ahahaha! …If you ever try it, I'll carve out those wandering eyes of yours and make you watch as I string your guts into a pretty little necklace for them. Okay? Hehehe... Just kidding! Or am I? You'll understand, right, Honorary Knight?"
VIII. DEMANDING RESPECT
"I thought it'd be a fun exercise to teach my fellow knights some basic respect and manners, especially when around my lover. Whatever my lover wants, they get. Anyone whining their asses off about it can take it up with me personally. I'll give them something to cry about, that's for sure."
IX. OBEDIENCE
"What is that look on your face? You want me to deliver this paperwork from Varka? Pshhh, do it yourself… Wait, my lover actually asked you to relay the message to me? Well, in that case, hand over the documents. Ah, ah, ah! I really insist."
X. ENCOURAGING VIOLENCE
"You'd be surprised that my lover encourages me to do whatever I want. It's probably because they know that I'll do it anyway, but the fact that they actually tell me to go wild as long as I come home safe? Hahaha! Fuck, that’s hot. They really are perfect for me. Because of their encouragement, I’ll slaughter entire camps of hilichurls, paint the snow red in Dragonspine, or carve my way through a Fatui ambush, whatever feels good. Honestly, their blessing makes the violence feel like foreplay, just saying."
consider lohen as a variation of the white rabbit from wonderland, who lures you, the alice, into the nonsensical world of wonderland. an odd place, where flowers sing you to sleep and a bite of a mushroom changes your height.
the descent through the hole is terrifying and seems endless, but to catch you at the very end of your fall is the very man that you saw running across the field. a charming top hat balanced over his dusky green rabbit ears, an elegant suit and waistcoat, and a delicate pocket-watch hanging from his hip.
"oh, my dear. you are a far way from home, aren't you?" his tone is teasing and familiar as he cradles you in his arms. "how will you leave this wonderland?" sure enough, the hole you fell through has completely disappeared, as if it had never existed.
once he has introduced himself, lohen offers to guide you through wonderland. after all, navigating through the card kingdom, the dark forest and the ocean of tears will be hard all by yourself, no? He's familiar with this land, and he's quite the formidable fighting so he'll keep your pretty little head safe no matter what.
it's easy enough to fall in routine with him; you play the diplomat between the colourful inhabitants of wonderland, and lohen keeps you safe. the arduous journey pushes the two of you together, and before you know it, you're not just sharing meals with lohen but kisses too.
hey, the real world isn't that important anyway, who cares about finding a way back? everything's much better down here in wonderland, so why don't you just stay with lohen? he's an important advisor of the card kingdom's royal court, so he can provide for your every need. in fact, if you stay with lohen, there's nothing you will ever be of want again.
there's no reason for you to return, lohen is all you'll ever need.
Knight MC X Prince Rafayel (inspired by this Tumblr post)
Tags: Mediaeval setting/AU, gender neutral mc, childhood friends, implied lovers, bratty yet reliable prince x stoic yet loyal knight, mutual pining, yearning pro max, fluff, inspired by art linked above.
Today was the much-awaited day - The beginning of the Tourney. It was more than just a bunch of fights - no, the Tourney was the most important event of the season, a week-long celeberation of chivalry and honour where warriors from across the five realms came together to showcase their valour. High knights, peasant warriors, heroes and warlords, sometimes even the nobility participated in these events to prove their strength, or to woo a lover, or even as a showcase of power.
Rafayel, however, was uninterested in this needless posturing.
Unfortunately for him, he was the prince and heir of Murias; and as a ruler, one of his duties included participating in the noble Tourney. It wasn't enough that the prince of Murias had already proved his worth as future king by winning the war against Everberg by means of stealth, nor was it enough that he was infamous among the five kingdoms as the elusive and deadly "Abysswalker", an assassin that were celeberated by the common folk for saving innocent lives, and detested by the wicked factions of the nobility for killing those indulging in trafickking (though he sulked and pouted when his knight unkindly reminded him that his secret identity should remain a secret until the end).
But the beloved prince of Murias was also known for his stubborn refusal to bend to traditions that makes no sense. Not to mention, this stealthy mind was capable of finding loopholes in literally everything, and was able to evade the gruelling chore of participating in the Tourney.
Which, to the immense misfortune of a certain knight, meant that the prince's royal knight was bound by tradition and duty to participate in the Tourney, represnting the prince's name and carrying his banner.
You sighed heavily as you donned your armour, glaring at Rafayel as the prince shamelessly lounged in your bed, watching you getting ready with a smug smile.
"If I die or lose a limb in the Tourney, it'll be your fault," you complained as you fasten your greaves.
"Oh, come on my dear knight," Rafayel chirped, looking far too pleased with himself. It made you want to hit him. Or kiss him. You hadn't decided yet. "You're sellimg yourself short. You are like a tempest at the sea when you are irritated." He winks at you, making your blood boil. This spoilt brat! He did this on purpose! "The rest of the realm won't stand a chance."
You give him a blank stare, your eye twitching violently. "I am going to knock you out," you wave your gauntlet threateningly. Were it anyone else, you would've been executed on the spot for treachery. However, Rafayel knew you like the back of his hand, which unfortunately meant he saw you as threatening as a whining pup. He gets up from the bed, taking the gauntlet from your hand with a disapproving tut that'd make Grandmaster Amund proud.
"Tch, such violence… it's unbecoming of you, my darling knight," he croons. He helps you put on your gauntlets and the rest of your armour, his calloused hands steady as he follows through with thew familiar motions.
You let yourself watch him in silence as your longtime friend dresses you up for battle. He's done this a million times, as did you for him throughout the years. His eyes were clear and sharp, accounting for each piece of your armour.
You had been the ward of a humble no-name soldier who had found you orphaned at birth during a military expedition in a small town near the borders of Murias. He had brought you to the palace and raised you as his own. You had been seven when you accidentally stumbled into the young prince's private study, after having gotten lost in the vast palace one day. That was when you had met Rafayel for the first time. You hadn't parted from his side since.
The young prince had found an unlikely friend and companion in you, and had used his charms in his favour to have you appointed as his personal bodyguard. Why an eight-year old prince protected by his father's personal knights would need a seven-year old bodyguard, none had bothered to question. But being responsibe for the heir's security meant gruelling training in combat, statecraft and diplomacy. You had to join the prince on his every tutoring session, mentored directly by Grandmaster Amund - a privilege the nobles spilled blood over. You had to accompany the prince wherever he went - be it a caual stroll in the gardens, or a visit to the acrpolis where the future ruler met his adoring subjects. Hells, you even had to share a quarters with the prince - your room seperated from Rafayel's by only a door. And when the young prince had come of age, he wasted no time in appointing you as his only knight, a constant companion throughout his life.
You would willingly die for your beloved prince. A Tourney was child's play.
"You sure you've got them all right? What if the armour falls apart the second I mount a horse?" You tease him with the privilege of someone who's grown up with a dear friend their entire life.
Your cheeky teasing makes Rafayel puff up like an angry pufferfish, making you giggle. "Hmph, ye of little faith! How could you doubt the ability of your beloved prince? This is betrayal of the highest order! Treachery, even!" His dramatics only made you laugh harder. "Oh, I see how it is," he pouted harder, pointing an accusing finger at you. "You find joy in making me suffer, don't you? Well go on then, laugh all you want! You'll regret it one day!"
You couldn't take it anymore. With a loud clang of your armour, you flop onto your bed, laughing so hard tears pool in the corner of your eyes. "Hahahahaha! You're such a wimp, Raffie!"
"I am not!" He huffs, crossing his arms and turning away. Secretly though, he's enjoying every single second of your joyous laughter, locking the moment in the depths of his heart while vowing to be the reason for your happiness. A vow he first made all those years ago, when he had coaxed out a nervous yet genuine laugh from you. A vow he keeps renewing with his every breath, and will continue to do so until his last.
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not- ugh, whatever, lets go. It's time for the Joust anyway." With a huff, he grabs your helmet as you carry your lance, and the two of you leave the west wing together. The banner of the Prince of Murias - a white conch shell against the backdrop of a tempest - flutters proudly from the tip of your lance as you step into the arena. You are greeted with cheers, the common people placing their trust - and their bets - on you to uphold the honour of their beloved prince.
As the Herald reads out the rules of the Joust, you prepare your horse, talking to her in a calm, soothing tone. You move to rest your lance against a pillar to put on your helmet, when Rafayel beats you to it.
"Let me." he says, meeting your eyes. Taken aback by the sudden intensity, you nod mutely, heart fluttering rapidly as your prince gently slides the helmet onto your head. You bow slightly, letting him adjust the jawstrap. You neither ask him to tighten or loosen it, for Rafayel knows exactly how tight you prefer your halmet to be. You watch through the visor as he fusses with your armour one last time, before tucking a flame lily - gods knows where he had the flower the entire time - into your cuirass.
A token of his favour for you, signalling you as his champion.
You are about to say something - perhaps assuring him of your victory in his name - when Rafayel tugs at the decorative chain dangling from the right side of your helmet.
"Rafayel, wh-"
You felt the cool breeze against the exposed part of your cheek as the hatch opened. Before you could even blink - how did you not notice the hatch before? - you felt soft lips press against your cheek in a tender kiss. The kiss lasted longer than expected, before Rafayel pulled back, only to place another, this time quicker kiss, to the corner of your lip visible nea the lower left corner of the open hatch. He got a fleeting glimpse of your flushed skin before he closed the hatch gently. He pressed his forhead to yours, meeting your eyes through the visor.
"I trust you, my beloved knight."
Your breath catches, the fire in your heart ablaze.
Rafayel pulls away with a confident, trusting, besotted smile. "Now go. I'll wait for you at the finish line."
With that, the beloved Prince of Murias heads to the far end of the field, where you would arrive after the end of the Joust.
You press your hand over the chain on your helmet, dazed for a moment. You were thankful for the helmet, for it hid your lovesick expression and your endless yearning for your prince.
The sound of the rest of the knights getting ready snapped you out of your silent (and requited) pining, and you swiftly mounted your horse, leading your trusted companion to the start line.
And as the valiant knight of the prince of Murias got ready for the Joust to begin, head held high, lance upright and the banner of their noble prince fluttering with pride, you meet Rafayel's eyes admist the distance, and smile underneath your helmet.
You would willingly die for your beloved prince. A Tourney was child's play.
summary: You wanted nothing to do with the Fatui but that didn’t matter when you were the child of a Harbinger. You hated your parent but the best way to bring them down was from the inside. Your plans to lay low, gather information, and continue to act as a double agent were interrupted when you were drugged and woken up by a teal haired psychopath with a joyous smile, ready to interrogate you.
type: oneshot, lohen x criminal/spy!gn!reader, not proofread
warnings: nsfw, drugging, interrogation, swearing, knifeplay(?), a smidgen of gunplay
a/n: can you tell that trailer had an impact on me??? also also….aroace’s first nsfw…??? anyways, working on more event requests later today :)
—♬ NO1 by ATEEZ ♬—
The cold metal pressing against the side of your head made your mind reel. They couldn’t have picked any other random lackey? No, they had to go with you, the one actively trying to bring this whole charade down.
You had been sending in coded messages to the Northern Intelligence Network for ages, giving them tips to where the Fatui would be active and where Dottore would be sending his subordinates to wreak havoc. And this is how they repay you? By sending one of their own to torture information about an auction you didn’t know about out of you? Some good guys they were, you thought your double-agent, risking-your-life, betraying-your-own-family thing would’ve gotten you in their good graces. You were sorely mistaken.
“I know the affects of the drug have worn off by now….” The arrogant voice said from behind you, “so start talking, the auction.”
You couldn’t see anything due to the blindfold tightly wrapped around your face. It had been there when you had woken up, your brain feeling like it had been shoved full of cotton.
The moment your breathing changed from steady and peaceful to less constant, it indicated you were awake. Before you could think, someone was standing behind you, a gun to your head.
“I don’t know anything about this auction you speak of.” You insisted
It was true, you hadn’t heard anything about it. Your father must have kept it a secret. Oh Zandik, he was always so disappointed you hadn’t risen to work alongside him as an excited and ambitious ally. Instead falling into line with the other higher ranking soldiers of his. You helped craft ways to distract so he could pull off his antics or clean up the consequences from whatever experiments he had carried out. You started to feel like you were babysitting a child rather than helping out your dear-ol’-dad.
The stranger let out a joyous laugh. It was odd, considering one was supposed to remain impassive while interrogating a subject.
“You’re a terrible liar.” He told you, pulling the gun away from your head.
You felt him lean down, his chin touching your shoulder. You shivered as his lips graced your ear.
“But that’s okay, it just means I get to have more fun.” He whispered with a sadistic kind of joy
You felt goosebumps sprout all over your body when his breath hit your ear. What the fuck was this guy’s problem?
Suddenly, the blindfold was yanked down and you felt your eyes adjust to the room around you.
It was a run down place lit only by a single window letting the moonlight filter in. There was also a small lantern sitting on a table, it illuminated the various weapons littering the surface.
Your eyes widened slightly at the horrific sight. Sure, you were born to a Fatui harbinger, had lived through your fair share of bloody fights and battles that ended in misery. But there was something uniquely unsettling about all those weapons laid out so neatly, ready to be used on you.
Your eyes found the face of your captor lit by the faint lantern. You couldn’t make out his clothing but it looked almost regal in nature. He wasn’t that tall but his presence sure made it feel like he was towering over you. He moved closer to the table, allowing his face to come into the warm lantern light.
If he wasn’t actively holding you captive and threatening your life, you would have almost thought him to be dashing. His hair, which looked to be a teal or mint green color—you couldn’t tell in such dim light—fell perfectly around his face. His lips were twisted in a grin, one that made your stomach churn. You didn’t want to try and dissect how much of that was fear or attraction.
The most striking thing about him were his eyes, which seemed to glisten in the lantern light. They looked to be a unique wine-red color, absolutely stunning and also horribly terrifying.
You watched him reach for a bullet on the table, then pause. He turned to fully face you, his smile growing wider.
“I wonder how much a pair of eyes as pretty as your’s would fetch at this auction?” He pondered, “tell me where it’s being held and maybe I’ll find another poor soul’s to jab out.”
As if to emphasize his point, he reached into his coat and with lightning speed pulled out a dagger, twirling it gracefully.
“You’re wasting your time.” You insisted, “and if you wanted someone to torture for your own pleasure, there are plenty of people that would enjoy it, they may even pay you.”
You didn’t know what this guy’s motives were but you knew you didn’t want any part in them. You had your own difficulties to deal with. Your father was planning something big, something that would disrupt any remaining peace in Nod Krai, maybe even Teyvat as a whole.
You were so close to getting your hands on a few documents that contained information on what he was planning. You had planned to get those to the Northern Intelligence Agency as soon as possible, hoping they could stop whatever horrendous scheme he was planning. Now this overly attractive freak was messing it all up.
You watched him twirl the knife expertly in his hands, approaching you slowly. His strides were lazily confident, he knew you couldn’t go anywhere. He could take as much time as he wanted, he had all the power here.
No matter, you had your dignity, that’s all you needed. Well, that and your life secured ….but you were working on that second part.
He stood in front of you, the silver of his earring glinting in the starlight filtering in through the window. A gentle breeze came in the room, rustling his hair in a way that was almost enchanting.
You felt his knee shove its way in between your legs as he lunged at you. Leaning over you, one of his rested on the chair, shoved in your crotch. He hovered over you, gripping your shoulder firmly.
You felt the sting of the rope as you thrashed about, trying to free yourself. You couldn’t let one sadomasochist ruin the whole fate of Teyvat.
You felt his lips on your ear again, dangerously soft.
“Let’s try this again.” He said with a false sense of patience.
Then you felt the cold metal of the knife press gently to your neck. It was there, not pressing into the skin, but creating the threat that it could.
“I know nothing, you’re wasting your time.” You insisted, but you couldn’t help the nervous shake in your voice.
You didn’t like how hot your face felt right now, it certainly wasn’t hot in the room. Maybe it was nerves, people often felt like their face was flushed and their breathing heightened when they were about to die, right?
“A pity, I really wanted you to last longer….” He sighed, beginning to press the knife into your neck.
“Fine! Fine! I….I don’t know about the auction….but….I can put you into contact with my guy in the Northern Intelligence Agency! I’m sure they may have some information.” You offered as a desperate plea.
You figured this guy had his own motives as to why he wanted to know about some super-secret Fatui auction. There was no way they were good motives, what with his nature. But you were willing to make that sacrifice, the fate of Teyvat rested in your hands after all.
You saw a flicker of surprise wash over his ruby eyes at your words. As quickly as it came, it went, replaced by the usual haughty look.
“The Northern Intelligence Agency would have told me if you were working with them. Nice try.” He brushed off your plea, the knife pressing with slightly more force into your neck.
“Are you ignorant? They don’t know me but they know my pen name, the information I bring them. Ever heard of a double agent, dipshit.” You spat at the interrogator, glaring daggers at him.
Why was his knee pressing so firmly in between your legs? And why was it making your head spin in a pleasing way? Did you want him to press harder? No, no, that certainly wasn’t the case, you wanted him to move! Well……that didn’t seem to sound right either….
“You’re lying.” He replied quickly, a little too quickly.
There you were…..you had just secured your life. Dignity, check, the rest of your days ahead of you, also check.
“Why the hell would I lie to you when you have a knife to my throat?” You questioned him with an insistent gaze.
“Hahahaha, many will take secrets to the grave.” He informed you joyfully.
“Well not me, I want to live. I love living, in fact I love it so much, I would spill all my secrets.” You rambled on, your eyes now wide with fear at the sting you were starting to feel from the knife blade forcing it’s way into the outer layer of your skin
You felt him lean in to whisper into your ear, the edges of his hair ghosting your cheek.
“You get even cuter when you’re begging for your life.” He complimented you with a joyful lilt to his voice.
Why was the feeling of his knee pressing in your crotch so……satisfying? You almost wanted to force your hips forward, as if your body wanted it pressed deeper into you. Was it normal for one to want to hump their kidnapper’s knee?
Great, there goes your dignity. Now you were 0 for 2 right now in the game of life.
“But you won’t kill me, will you?” You asked boldly, mustering every bit of confidence you had
“Ah, and what makes you say that?” He asked, moving the knife to press to a different part of your knack, breaking a fresh layer of skin
“Because if I’m telling the truth, the Northern Intelligence Network will be your enemy when they find out you killed their number one insider within the Fatui.” You stated truthfully, a small smile beginning to form.
You watched his face lose its confident smirk for a split second, before morphing into a wide grin.
“I like the way you play, sweetheart.” He complimented, moving the knife away.
You felt his knee pull away from between your legs and you couldn’t help but feel disappointed.
“Why look so sad?” He prodded, his voice filling with false sympathy.
Shit. You hadn’t been very good about hiding your very confusing disappointment that your kidnapper was no longer edging you with his knee. Was this guy always so good at stealing people’s dignity?
“I’m pondering if you’ll let me live, oh merciful abductor.” You told him plainly
He walked back over to the table, twirling his dagger that had a bit of your blood on it.
“For now I will, until I can get in contact with the Northern Intelligence Network.” He admitted truthfully.
Then, he picked up another weapon on the table. It was a gun, a revolver to be specific.
You watched him skillfully load a single bullet. He clicked the partially loaded chamber back into the gun. Striding towards you again, he gave it a spin, ensuring the bullet’s place was entirely random to you. A devilish smirk overtook his face.
“In the meantime…..” He started, standing in front of you.
He leaned down, pressing the tip of the gun below your chin, forcing the cold metal against it. You felt your face tilt up, your eyes meeting his.
“…..I’m going to have a little fun….” He confessed sweetly, moving the gun gently up your jaw.
