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[zoinkxyz]

. ♬ ݁˖ when you sleep – my bloody valentine

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[quinsilie]

───❝IT'S THE DIRTIEST CLEAN I KNOW.❞

ノㅤ﹕ft. LOHEN x gn!readerᆞreader is a higher ranking knightᆞLohen centric — probs ooc ooopsᆞbasically just him trying to figure out his feelings for readerᆞslight yearning from Lohenᆞimplied mutual intrest

ノㅤ﹕wc ⋮ 642

How humiliating. Especially for someone like Lohen, who was set to inherit a title.

First, it was bad enough that that sloppy fool Theodore left a paper trail for them to get caught. Second, now he had to sit in and soak in shame, while handcuffed to his superior of all people!

Lohen glances over subtly, peering over to see you reading his case file — sipping the coffee Jean made for you, a miniscule apology for having to basically babysit a fellow knight.

If he had to be frank, what surprised him most was the fact that you agreed to this idea. Who could possibly tolerate sitting inside a stuffy office instead of enjoying the beautiful, sunny day outside?

Lohen quickly snaps out of his very subtle staring when you set your mug down on the coffee table. You hum as you flip through the khaki folder, your face motionless and absolutely undecipherable; what a dread for the would-be "Benevolent Knight".

How would he convince you to spar with him now?!

He had been dreaming of such a moment ever since he saw of your prowess on the battlefield! Each calculating strike, so swift and efficient — yet filled with so many tiny intricasies. The slight flicks of your wrist, how your hands grip your weapon when you change stances... Even watching you maintain it enamoured him down to his very core, the care and attention you gave a simple tool made him ponder what that kind of attention would feel upon his skin.

Would your hands be warm, or cold like the metal of the cuff? Would they be soft, maybe callused or scared from years of training and fighting?

Would you hold him revently, like a small drop of pure sping water on your palm? Or would you push him away, then pull him even closer? (Would he even be able to stomach being pushed away by you?)

"Got yourself in the bit of trouble, hm?" Your voice breaks the heavy silence, both a relief and another weight to his ever-sinking conscience;

He loathed it, how he just couldn't figure out what you were thinking. Every glance, every word you exchanged — Lohen hated this, he hated when he couldn't predict the next move of his prey. The lack of control makes him feel so weak, but it never had his head spinning just as much as it did with you.

Was this what it felt like, to be prey? And of the worst monster of all, no less — Lohen had fallen deep into the clutches of his fellow man.

This was much different from being cornered by the Rächer of Solnari — who was more akin to some demon from the deepest pits of hell — back then the lightheadedness mainly came from the severe blood loss — now he has no reason to feel such a way, or rather there was no excuse for it.

Lohen offers a nod, "It was mostly Theodores work. Real piece of work, that one." He lets his head rest against the back of the couch.

So much for trying to relax his stiff posture (when did he get so rigid?), hearing you huff that small sliver of a laugh had his whole nervous system go for a loop. His eyes widen, two heterochromatic iris' making the slow drag towards your face; and Lohen swears he sees you smile behind your coffee cup.

The gears start turning in Lohens head as he stares at you again. He slowly realises that he won't be needing to ask you for that spar any time soon, as he was already far deeper in — For he agreed to engage in psychological warfare the moment you so readily concured to his punishment.

And now, it was the rabbits turn to lay helpless in a trap.

ノㅤ﹕QUIN'S NOTE ⋮ gets infected with the lohen plague and dies... okay he may be very cutie lemme get this outta my system >//////<

© quinsilie — 2026ᆞdo not translate, repost, or feed my work into any AI learning program, please and thank you ♡

[erk198p]

chapstick challenge !

you find a cutesy idea on social media, the “chapstick challenge”, where you try on different flavours of chapstick, and your significant other has to figure out what it tastes like by kissing

you thought it’d be a fun, sweet bonding experience, but lohen, being as diligent and as hungry as he is, takes it to another level

proposing the idea was the worst decision ever, he gladly took upon the challenge and told you he’d never miss a single guess. you two sat on the couch, lounging about, taking out the set of chapsticks from your shopping bag. there were 8 flavours in the pack that you bought in some convenience store, all artificial and ridiculously sweet. you made him turn around while you plucked the first one.

as soon as you claimed you were ready, lohen whips his head and pounces on you, grabbing your face in his hands, shutting his eyes closed as his lips crash against yours. he kisses deep, sloppy. his breaths are heavy as he tries to basically merge your lips with his. he roughly smacks, barely leaving room for you to breathe.

the longer he takes to break away, the more he tries to understand the artificial flavour. every millisecond of pulling back is his brain debating the taste, but he doesn’t part from your lips for long when he wants to decipher it fast. he tilts his head so he can kiss you better, to take all of your pillowy lips against his to fully grasp the experience, making sure he doesn’t miss a hint of the flavour.

when he thinks putting your lips together like a perfect puzzle piece isn’t enough, he tugs his teeth on your bottom lip gently, suckling spots for the flavour. his tongue darts out and carefully licks. it’s elaborate, slow, as if he’s saying sorry for bruising your lips for suffocating you in a rough kiss. but he’s really just wiping your lips clean of that chapstick to make a choice for an answer.

once he gets a good idea, he smashes his lips against yours again for a final confirmation. loud, messy smooches fill the room, his lips move against you like he wants to consume you whole. he keeps a firm, but not harmful grip on your face so he can focus, and so you won’t back away before he chooses a response.

when he’s done, a line of saliva connects your mouths together. he flutters his lashes when his lazy bedroom eyes open, gazing down at your lips. lohen’s face is barely inches away from you, feeling his slowed, warm breathing against your skin. he sighs in satisfaction softly before licking your lips free from the spit, breaking the string with a seductive grin. a thumb from one of his hands on your cheek carefully wipes away any remaining saliva, cleaning up his mess.

“mango”

you’re in a daze, your lips feel fuzzy and plump, now a little lonely from not feeling him against you. you’re confused when he said a random fruit name. you don’t remember talking about a safeword..?

“the flavour is mango, am i right?”

glancing over at the single chapstick behind your back, you forgot all about the stupid challenge. and the flavour was indeed mango. you’d think it’d be obvious from a 3 second kiss. your man is too competitive. stuttering, you just give him a simple answer that he was right.

god, you realize you have 7 more rounds of this…

[41n4v15]

I forgot I had tumblr again but hi~~

My fixation is Lohen now ^^

I don't rlly know how the blog stuff works on tumblr so sorry for ppl who don't care abt him

[soltuneia]

hello mika dearest~ very late but erm, can i request a short kazuha fluff? I dont really have any specific stuff tho, you can write whatever you wanna <33 bet you never thought the day would come when i request fluff instead of angst

(Did i do this correctly 😭)

your favorite souvenirs are the stories kazuha brings back from his travels, and they are always worth the waiting you do for him.

✦ info: kazuha returns after a long journey, and tells you a story from his travels that lulls you to sleep.

✦ contents: fluff. not super focused on the interaction, but it's a comforting scenario regardless i hope (wc: 700+)

✦ notes: this is a request from an old event that i never got around to doing three years ago. i always felt bad for not getting around to them, so here i am, writing them years later. that being said, i hope i've done him justice asdfghjk

the hour is late, so much so that you know there is not much of the night left.

you find yourself curled up, waiting, a window cracked to let in the autumn breeze, a soft knit blanket on your lap. the room is quiet, hushed and holding breath, almost as if it too awaits kazuha's return. perhaps it isn't, but the thought comforts you all the same.

you find that you do a lot of waiting for him.

it isn't his fault; you'd never deny his traveler's heart his freedom, or the chance to experience the world and what it has to offer. his soul roams free, and he sees sights you only conceive of in your dreams. simply put, you love him. and so you let him fly, unfettered and unrestrained. you miss him, of course you do, but it was his free spirit that drew you to him in the first place.

you remain tied to where you are, content in the comfort of your roots, the anchor to his sails, a place he can always return to. you have no qualms waiting, no, the time will pass regardless.

and you truly have no need to seek the world beyond, for kazuha's stories are enough to sate any sense of adventure in you. he's a brilliant storyteller; his words make the scene come alive before your eyes, very much like if he took you with him.

and that is precisely how you know of the inazuman archipelago, the maple trees that dot the landscape of ritou island, the sakura blossoms of narukami and the way they drift through the air, the pearlescent sheen of watatsumi island nestled amidst coral. that is how you know of chenyu vale, of huaguang stone forest, of port ormos and so many other wondrous places.

his tales make the waiting worth it, you think, almost on the brink of sleep. the excitement of his return is only ever made sweeter by the stories that dance on his lips.

you hear your front door open through the haze. “i’m home,” he calls out, and your eyes, drifting close, shoot open. you rub the bleariness from them, calling out a greeting in return.

“kazuha!” you shoot to your feet, nearly tripping in your rush to make your way to him. he catches you in his arms, laughing as he leans his head on your blanket-warmed shoulder. the moonlight is the only witness to your reunion as it spills across the room from the window, silver lighting his pale hair.

“careful.” he murmurs as you part. “we wouldn't want you to slip and get hurt, would we?”

“oh, i'm fine. i'm just excited.” you respond, in a whisper not unlike his as you lead him by the hand to where you were curled up previously. he takes a seat and you immediately plop your head on his lap, eyes looking at him expectantly. you know he knows what you're waiting for.

“aren't you tired, my dear? i’ll tell you all my stories in the morning.” he smiles in amusement, you shake your head, determined even as a yawn escapes you.

“won't you tell me one now, please?” you plead, in a tone of voice that you know he cannot bring himself to deny. “think of it like a bedtime story.”

he chuckles softly, airily, much like the wind his senses are so attuned to. “alright, dearest.” he chuckles softly, as his hands find his way to your head, gently stroking your forehead.

“shall i tell you about mondstadt, then?” he asks, looking down at you fondly.

you nod, closing your eyes as you feel his fingers rub nimble circles between your brows.

he begins with starfell valley, and the stone-walled city that rests upon a lake. the people are friendly, and welcoming, he tells you, as he describes everyone he came across. he recounts starsnatch cliff with particular fondness. the wind is crisper there than he's ever felt it be anywhere else, he tells you, as his voice washes over you, soothing you into slumber.

i'm glad he's home, you think as you drift away slowly into sleep while he recalls the scent of cecilias as they dance in the breeze.

you wouldn't trade this for anything else.

[chai-writes-stuff]

Joy [4/10] — lohen x reader, NSFW, full chapter

A Good Bunny Stays in Her Pen [4/10]: Joy xsilverstar (AO3) chai-writes-stuff (tumblr) prev | fic masterlist | next chapter summary — you’re not just any woman. you’re one who’s been hurt before. smut flavor — oral (fem receiving) trigger warning(s) — panic attack

word count — 4.4k | ao3

It’s 8 AM at the precinct and the police force is split between those in the know and those who are not supposed to be. Lohen sits with the tiny spattering of detectives forced to recuse themselves, each and every one of them degenerates who spend too much of their free time drinking with bunny girls. Lohen’s not surprised that Varka and a few of the other detectives fall into this pool, but he’s certainly intrigued by the straight-laced woman stuck at the bottom with them.

“No way,” Lohen says with a snort. “You’re recused, Eula? I didn’t know you had a thing for bunny girls.”

Eula’s eyes narrow, her fingers typing away at her keyboard. In a cold voice, she answers, “I don’t. I just have a friend who works there. That’s all.”

“Right,” Lohen replies, his eyes gliding to the picture frame on her desk. “A friend.”

Eula swipes the photo of the brown-haired woman out of Lohen’s sight. She shoots back, “You’re recused as well. I presume you also have a friend at the cabaret.”

“Mm…mine’s more than just a friend.”

“...Good for you, then.”

“Want some tips?” Lohen asks snarkily, leaning back against her desk. “I may not look it, but I’m something of a romantic at heart.”

“I don’t need tips,” Eula hisses, her white cheeks turning red.

“But you said she’s just your friend.”

“She’s not—...you’re just trying to find someone else to wreak havoc on aren’t you?”

“Here’s some advice: start off by telling her you’re a lesbian.”

“You—!” Eula’s eyes bulge, her hands forming fists over her keyboard. “Look, she’s not my friend, she’s my partner! Are you satisfied?!”

Lohen snickers.

The door to the southern cubicles creaks open, a man with blue-hair and a wicked eyepatch strolling in. He looks at them all with a smirk, like he’s in on one big fat secret that he’d just love to hold over their heads. The man Lohen knows as Senior Detective Kaeya plops down into one of the various swivel chairs, folding his arms behind his head. He rotates from side to side, making the rusty axles go squee, squee, squee every time.

“You guys want to know, don’t you?” he asks, unprompted.

“We’re recused,” Eula says firmly. “You’re not supposed to tell us anything, Kaeya.”

“Who cares? It’s not like anyone here did it. And it really is quite fascinating.”

Lohen huffs, amused. “Not to hang myself or anything, but I was kind of there that night. You know I might be a potential person of interest, right?”

Kaeya’s eye gleams. “That’s all the more reason for you to want to know, isn’t it? I’m willing to share. If you beg me enough times.”

“I’m not begging you for anything,” Lohen answers with a laugh. “We all know you blab when you want to.”

“Hm…you’ve got a point.”

Squee, squee, squee. Like he’s observing a pack of animals at the zoo, Kaeya continues to stare and smile.

“...You’re killing me man,” one of the rookies says. “Just spill already.”

“Would Miss Goody-Two Shoes like to leave first?”

Eula crosses her arms. She looks at the photo frame, face-down on her desk, and says nothing.

“Alright then.” Kaeya gives them a toothy grin. “Albedo and Sucrose got the results on that gas chromatography test. The analysis of the champagne glass the victim drank from.”

The glass was preserved. Someone with a head on their shoulders must have responded to the case. The force is thin right now, so it must have been Sergeant Jean.

“What’d it show?” another rookie asks.

Kaeya pops his eyebrows. “Dichloromethane. For you newbies, that’s the kind of compound found in paint strippers and pesticides. Easy to get. Colorless. Incredibly deadly.”

“Shit,” rookie number one says. “You mean it’s a homicide?”

“Looks to be that way.” Kaeya rubs his chin, smirking. “But we’re struggling to place a suspect. We’ve got a lot of eyewitness interviews ahead of us.”

Lohen frowns. “Cameras?”

“Heh. It’s a business, but it’s not the Mond Bank. The manager handles the security system by herself…seems there was some kind of hardware error that slipped under her nose.”

“What?” Eula’s brows furrow. “That’s concerning.”

“Right? But what do I know?” Kaeya shakes his head, smiling. “One woman can only handle so much, right? Not her fault if the cheap security system doesn’t pull its weight. Though I imagine she’ll shell out a pretty penny for a new one, after this whole debacle.”

“Hopefully. Rosaria is an incredibly strong woman, but…” Eula’s hand rests on her photo frame. “She can’t handle it all herself.”

“Yep. So we’re just going to round up the usual suspects.”

“Hm.” Lohen turns his gaze to the window, arms crossed over his chest. “Seems about right.”

“Dude,” Theodore says, white-knuckling the steering wheel. “Why the hell would you go and do something like that without even talking to me? I thought we had a system!”

“We do,” Lohen answers. He holds his cellphone in one hand and a black brick-shaped device in his other. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle it.”

“You’re going to be, like, key suspect number one! What if they look into you so far that they end up finding the other things?! What if…what if we’re exposed?!”

“Calm down. They’re not gonna find anything.”

He taps the directional buttons on the brick, filling the LCD screen with strings of text. Navigating to the right shows a new wall of messages, and after a quick look down the list, he settles on a name.

Allec: Been a while since I’ve seen you, Bunny. Allec: I’ll pay you double for a date. No touching or anything. Allec: I’ll pay triple for above the belt. Allec: 4x for below the belt? Allec: Fuck, I’ll pay 5x just to see you. Please stop ignoring me. Allec: Please, Bunny. I miss you. Allec: You got a new guy or something? Pays more than I do? Allec: Just fucking answer me. Allec: You cunt.

“Lohen?”

His breath hitches. He feels that grin on his lips again, the one he always gets when bloodlust stirs at him. Theodore’s used to seeing it, but Lohen wipes it off his face anyway.

“No worries,” he tells the other man. “I just found the answer to our problems.”

It’s around noon when you type up a message to send Lohen. Last night, he had asked if you wanted to stay a while, and you accepted his offer. Since everything that’s happened at the cabaret, you still don’t feel right, and the last thing you want is to be alone.

Well, you’re technically alone. But you’re alone in Lohen’s condo. It feels safer than spending your next few days off at home. It eases your paranoia, if even just a little.

You’re probably just stressed. Maybe a little conflicted. Tohler had done something horrible to you, and something horrible happened to him in turn. Lohen’s insistent that it’s karmic retribution, so you should think of it that way too. Anything to ease the shivers at your spine.

You look down at your message and tap “send”.

[You] Hi, Lohen. Sorry to bug you while you’re working, but would you mind grabbing my mail on your way back? I usually get a few statements on the first of the month.

The grey “read” check lights up blue immediately. It’s probably because he’s on lunch or a break of some kind, but it makes your cheeks tickle when you imagine he’s reading it so fast because it’s from you.

[Lohen] Don’t worry about the statements. I’ve got all that handled.

You blink.

[You] What do you mean?

[Lohen] That you don’t have to worry about it. I got ya.

[You] But I have to know how much my bills are…

[Lohen] No you don’t ;)

[You] Are you saying you paid them for me????

[Lohen] I told you I’d take care of you, didn’t I?

Awestruck, you drop down onto his couch. Your jaw hangs open as you read his message again and again, ensuring that you haven’t misinterpreted his words. A heavy weight feels like it's been taken off your shoulders, but the pressure of reciprocation soon takes its place. What are you, a broke woman with a sea of credit card debt, supposed to do to repay a man who handles your problems so valiantly?

You fiddle with your thumbs as you debate your response.

[You] I’ve gotta do something for you.

[Lohen] Nah, it’s all good bun. Just rest up and feel better, yeah?

[You] Lohen. You can’t just pay all my bills and tell me not to do something for you in return.

[You] I mean, you literally saved my ass. I was scared just thinking about how much interest it’d be this time.

[Lohen] Hm…I guess if you really want to do something, you could decorate the condo? Since I’ve got a man’s sense of decor…or whatever it was you said lol

[Lohen] My card’s on the kitchen table.

[You] You pay my bills and now you’re giving me your card to spend more of your money????

[Lohen] Yeah :P It’d make me happy if I came back and the place looked like it’s ours.

Ours. What a deep meaning that word holds. How intimate it would be, to possess something with someone. How much closer it’d make you feel to him.

Your eyes sweep around the blank walls and undecorated furnishings. You envision a runner at the doorway, a collection of artwork and accent pieces studding the living room. Maybe even some bunny-themed cushions for his couch, that you’ll cuddle up to when he’s not home. You could make his space feel alive. Like you and him live here, together.

You’re smiling before you know it.

[You] Alright. Just remember you asked for this! ;) <3

[Lohen] Haha you won’t hear any complaints from me pretty girl <3

When Lohen unlocks his front door, he almost thinks he’s got the wrong house.

Thump!

His eyes take in the soft rugs and hanging portraits, the pretty glass jar that his homemade bubble gum now sits in instead of a random bucket of tupperware. He hears your feet running through the halls, and when your glowing face appears in the corridor, you’re grinning from ear to ear. You laugh as you propel yourself into him, tackling your arms around his neck with a girlish giggle.

His arms immediately encircle you. Against his ear, you say, “You’re finally back! I’ve been waiting for you!”

Shit, you feel like a warm blanket and smell like his body wash. His heart’s playing jumprope in his chest.

“You missed me?” he asks with a smile.

“Of course I did.”

You beam at him, your eyes twinkling with mirth. The halls around you sparkle, alive with your influence in his dwelling. Standing with him in the entryway, you look like a pretty housewife who’s over the moon that her husband’s come home safely.

To make matters even better, you kiss him. It’s a soft peck, the kind that makes his heart squeeze for you. Lohen’s laughing before he realizes it, pulling you in close for another one.

“Looks like you’ve been busy,” he says. “You definitely have a better sense of interior design than I do.”

“Hey, don’t praise me yet. You haven’t even seen everything.” You wink at him. “Come on, I’ll show you the living room.”

You grasp his hand, pulling him along behind you like an overexcited puppy pulls at its owner’s leash. He envisions a sweet blue collar around your neck for only a second, distracting himself from the thought with the texture of your palm.

“Do you like it?” you ask, looking between him and the den. “I even gave your marble a home.”

He’s not sure how you found a golden stand to perfectly house that old thing, but he’s never been surprised by your strokes of genius. His place looks brand new, and yet, you’ve retained the notes of him. Snow globes and metal ornaments and tiny little penguin figures—all things he likes, influenced by your touch. His eyes drop to the couch, where you’ve set a blue bunny cushion on one side and a pink bunny on the other.

“Lohen?”

You’re clutching your wrist, smiling at the ground as you subtly sway from side to side. He’s taking his phone out and snapping a picture of you before you even realize it.

“Hey,” you say, blinking rapidly. “Delete that. I probably look stupid.”

“You don’t look stupid,” he answers, laughing. “I took a pic ‘cause you look so cute.”

“Let me see,” you grumble.

“You’re just gonna delete it if I do that.” He smirks, slotting his phone back into his pocket. “The place looks really good, Bun. I love it.”

You look like you’re caught between wanting to argue about the photo and being touched by his praise. Lifting a finger to your hair, you absentmindedly twirl one of your locks.

“I’m glad you like it,” you say softly.

His heart lurches into his throat. Heat’s soaking through his face as he watches you, and when you turn your eyes back onto him, he’s falling to shambles.

“...Can I take another photo?” he asks.

“No.”

“Aw, come on, Bun! You’re just so cute!”

“I’m a mess today,” you argue, your eyes trained on the ground. “If you’re gonna take a picture of me, I want to look pretty for it.”

“Oh?” He grins, closing the distance between you. “You wanna look pretty for the picture or for me?”

Your lips split into a toothy grin. He grabs your hips, gives you a teasing little pull, and you laugh before him. Playfully, he nibbles your earlobe and asks, “Which one, Bun?”

“For you,” you giggle. “I always want to look pretty for you, Lohen.”

“You already do, Bun. Every day, without even trying.”

“Now you’re just flattering me.”

“I’m just being honest.”

He gives you a big kiss, feeling the rumble of your laughter against his mouth. He leans you back, peppers you with sloppy, wet kisses, and feels your fingers curl tightly into his shoulders.

“Hey Bun,” he purrs against your skin. “I’m filthy. Wanna take a shower with me?”

“You’re bold today, huh? I thought it was just last night that you were too nervous to see me naked.”

He smirks. “A lot can happen in a single night.”

Your teeth dig into your grinning lower lip. “I guess that’s right.”

“Wait,” you say, your skin still dewy from the shower, “shouldn’t I be doing this to you?”

“No,” Lohen replies, his head cushioned between your thighs. “This is my way of saying thank you.”

“Yeah, but—.” Your voice catches, ankles crossing over his back. “But you paid my bills.”

“Mhm,” Lohen says, his mouth closing around your wet clit. “You decorated. That part’s harder.”

“Oh,” you reply, heat rising to your face. Your core throbs when he lets his tongue out, runs it up the length of your quivering cunt. “I-I guess it does take a bit of effort…”

Lohen’s eyes flick up to yours. Fingers curl surely around your thighs, and with an encouraging push, hold them up higher. It gives him more access to you, and with a hot suck of his lips, sends throbs of pleasure even deeper into your core.

You lean your head back, threading your fingers through his hair. Dreamily, you moan, “That feels good.”

He laughs, tickling your insides. You wince somewhat, a sharp pulse of pleasure dictating your hips to rub into his mouth. His eyes fall shut, those long, curly lashes of his touching one another, and with all the eagerness in the world, Lohen goes at you like he’s starving. His tongue curls into your hole, licks you up and down, provides just enough friction against your twitching clit. He lets out a satisfied sound, and the way it tickles your thighs steals your breath away.

“Fuck,” you say, half-whining. “Lohen.”

His fingers squeeze into the fat of your thighs. Bringing his teeth out, he gives your nub a grazing investigation. His eyes look up at you, and you squeeze his fistful of hair harder. Seemingly satisfied with this, he moves down to your inner folds, giving you another little rub between his teeth. He switches back to his tongue after, and when he runs it all the way up the length of you, you gasp.

He pulls his mouth away and you’re instantly whining, “Lohen—.”

“One sec,” he says, reaching over your thigh with a curl of his bicep, bringing his middle finger to his lips. “Is it okay if I finger you?”

Your brain short circuits. All you know is the word yes.

Lohen chuckles. He coats that finger of his with his saliva, and when he descends back onto you, he curls it inside.

“Oh, God,” you sputter, your back arching. “Wait, wait, that’s too much.”

He eases the pressure of his tongue against you. The finger inside you doesn’t curl so deep.

“Okay,” you say, struggling for breath. “That’s a bit bet—oh.”

You’re interrupted by your own gasp. Forcing you from your reprieve, Lohen’s finger rubs against a tender spot within you. Almost immediately, his mouth turns light, his finger withdraws, and you’re coming down from that euphoric sensation once again.

“You’re…kind of mean,” you sputter.

Lohen laughs. You expect him to do the same thing again—soft and slow then hot and hard—but he instead remains gentle. His finger barely moves in and out of you, his lips just barely touching yours. You catch your breath, and as his teasing goes on longer and longer, you whine, “You’re really mean!”

He laughs again. Stupid Lohen and his stupid proclivity for mischief—is edging you really his way of saying thank you?!

“What?” Lohen asks, his hot breath setting every nerve ending you have ablaze. “I thought you said it was too much.”

“Now it’s not enough,” you complain, your brows arching. “Fuck, just go back to what you were doing before.”

“Not gonna lie,” he answers, “I kinda like how desperate you look right now.”

You whimper. Pressing your eyes shut, your legs tuck around him harder.

“Why don’t you beg?” he asks hotly. “Huh, Princess?”

“Fuck,” you moan. “Please, please, please.”

“Ah, yeah,” he replies, lips giving your clit a chaste kiss. “Thatta girl.”

“Please,” you continue to say, clawing his hair harder, digging your leglock into his skin. “Lohen, please. Please. Please—.”

Your voice raises an octave, devolving into sobs and whines as Lohen gives your attention-starved cunt what you’ve been begging for. His finger fucks you hard, curling up against your sensitive flesh with each thrust, and with his mouth closed around your clit, he sucks like he’s trying to draw something out of you. You’re crying, you’re pleading, and you’re rocking your hips into his face until he’s a dripping wet mess and his sheets are ruined. Lohen keeps up the intensity, you crash over the brink again, and with your chin presented to the heavens, you wail for him.

You’ve never felt like this before. No one’s ever put their mouth on you like this, or even cared about getting you off in the process. When Lohen makes you cum on his finger and devote your prayers to the Gods above, you feel like you might just rise out of your own body, your soul ascending to holy goodness.

“Stop, stop, stop,” you realize you’re saying. “Lohen, stop it, you’re making me—.” You yelp. “You’re making me cum so—hard!”

Fuck, you’ve never screamed like this before. It’s embarrassing.

Lohen’s lips loosen around you. In a soft murmur, he says, “Good job. Really good job, pretty girl.”

Your chest’s heaving up and down. Your breath shudders and shakes, and with tears filling your eyes, you gaze up at his ceiling. Lohen gently loosens your grip on his hair, and the mattress dips around you as he climbs your way. When those red-blue eyes meet yours, a hot trail of tears roll down your cheeks.

“Oh shit,” he says, chuckling. Cupping your face, he kisses your cheek with his wet lips, purring, “I didn’t mean to make you cry, Bun.”

Your nails dig into his shoulders. When he kisses your jaw again, you feel the poke of something hard against you.

You lick your lips and swallow. Now would be the perfect time—you’re at the peak of your affections for him, he’s clearly over the moon for you, and you’ve been wanting it, haven’t you?

But your lips won’t move. The words won’t come out.

“I made such a mess out of you,” Lohen says with a laugh. “Sorry, Bun. Can I kiss you, or…?”

“Yes,” you say. “Of course you can.”

When he catches your lips in a loving kiss, you have lingering doubts at the back of your mind. The bugling fabric of Lohen’s briefs brushes against you, but he doesn’t ask to fuck you. He’s probably waiting for you to tell him, so he knows it’s okay.

Because his love for you is pure. He treats you far better than any man you’ve ever met.

“Eh?” Lohen says. “You’re still crying.”

You blink rapidly. He brushes your tears away, smiling at you. As you stare at each other, an unsaid question hangs in the air.

Lohen breaks the silence first. “We should clean up again.”

You smile gratefully and nod.

The next morning, you’re making breakfast for Lohen while he’s getting ready for work. He comes up behind you, smelling like woodsy cologne, and wraps those sturdy arms around your waist. He kisses your ear, and you giggle.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he says.

“Good morning, handsome,” you quip back. “Dressed and ready, are you?”

“Wish I wasn’t,” he says. “Not when you wake me up looking like this.”

You’re cheeky about it, wiggling your hips. All you’re wearing is the cute apron you picked up during your decor run the day prior, over top of your underwear. You figured you may as well walk around the place like it’s home, especially when you know he won’t mind.

Lips closed, Lohen chuckles. Quietly, he says, “I really like seeing you first thing in the morning.”

Your face tickles with warmth. Smiling from ear-to-ear, you nod.

“Hey, Bun,” he says slowly. “Why don’t you just…stay with me?”

“Hm? I don’t go back to work until Thursday, so I’ll be here today.”

“No, I mean…past Thursday.” His grip on you tightens. “If you stay with me…I promise I’ll take care of you. You won’t even have to work at the club anymore. You could just…do what you want. And live here. With me.”

You flash him a smile. “You’re joking.”

He doesn’t smile back. Your eyes widen, and all of a sudden, your throat’s so tight, you feel like you’ve got a collar around it.

You turn back to the stove, looking at the bunny-shaped eggs frying away in their metal stencils. The yolks jiggle in the center, the whites bubbling around the edges.

“Okay,” Lohen says eventually, his mirthful tone returning. “I get it. You’re an independent woman, aren’t you?”

Your tense shoulders fall slack. Laughing, you reply, “Yeah…something like that.”

“That’s alright. I respect it, Bunny.” His breath is a whisper into your ear. “I won’t stop asking, though.”

He gives you a quick peck. You shiver.

“I gotta run,” he says, pulling away and leaving you cold in his absence. “If you need anything, just call me, okay?”

“Huh?” You look at the frying eggs, then at Lohen’s back as he exits the kitchen. “You’re not going to—? Eat.”

You scamper after him, but by the time you finish your sentence, the front door is closed and Lohen’s gone.

Left alone in his dim condo, your mind swims. Did you say something wrong? Should you have just said yes, told him you’d move in? Even if it was a joke, was he just trying to see if you cared? Does he think you don’t like him now? Did you fuck things up, just like you always have at every point in your terrible fucking life?

Your shoulders shake with a sob. Rubbing your eyes with your fists, you sniffle.

Then you smell something burning. Rushing back into the kitchen, you cut the heat to the stove, and you stare down at the charred bunnies in the frying pan. What a giant mess you have made, with your own two hands.

Lohen holds his hand to his mouth, his face smoldering under his palm. As he marches to his car, he thinks that he’s stupid, stupid, stupid.

“I should turn around,” he says quickly. “But if I turn around I might panic. And if I panic she’ll get scared, and I don’t want Bunny to be scared of me.”

Fuck, his throat is closing up. Fuck, he’s starting to feel like he can’t breathe. The garage walls warp, and when he stumbles into his car, he clutches his fist over his heaving chest.

“I just want her to love me,” he whines. “Why doesn’t she ever say she loves me?”

He doesn’t have time for this. He can’t break down like this—not when he’s supposed to be your protector, your knight. He can’t hurt your feelings and then leave so he can cry like a bitch in his car, because he’s supposed to be the branch holding you up, he’s supposed to lend you the nutrients, he’s supposed to stretch you to the sun, and make sure you never fucking fall away from him.

He jams his hand into his pocket, withdrawing a lump of pink bubblegum. Shoving it into his mouth, he chews and chews and chews, and eventually, the panic settles.

“People are scared, Lohen. Just because someone hurts you, doesn’t mean that they meant to. Sometimes fear can impact people’s judgment.”

“For once,” he growls, sniffling in the driver’s seat, “the old man’s right.”

You’re not just any woman—you’re one who’s been hurt before. Even if Lohen’s as gentle as he is, you’ve been wired to stay on alert. You don’t hate him, you’re just not used to this kind of princess treatment. Before he came along to save you, you were struggling for so, so long on your own.

You’re just guarded. It’s only natural that it would take you time to fully trust him. It’s only natural that you didn’t run after him.

Ping!

He immediately snatches his phone to his face, but instead of seeing your name on his screen, he sees Theodore’s.

[Theo] Just got dispatched.

[Theo] They found him.

His breath stills. Slowly, surely, Lohen smiles.

a/n: thank you so much for reading! chapter 5, Lepus Miles, Requiem, is going to be a very loaded chapter that is also set to be the longest in this series so far (6k+ words). because of this, i really want to take my time in reviewing/editing. this time, I plan to post Chapter 5 on 7/22 to allow myself time to polish it while also working on other oneshots/drabbles and the like! im so happy that there are people who look forward to chapters of this series, and i am ever so grateful for your love and support! <3 if you would like to be tagged whenever i post lohen x reader, please check my rules here! thank you! masterlist | fic masterlist

[erk198p]

learning (now i know that we fw inexperienced lohen…………IM SORRY THIS IS BORINGGG TT)

say you and lohen are both inexperienced, you’re each other’s first real, healthy sexual relationship. making out isnt so hard, but the touching? how to really approach third base? he doesn’t know what the right move is. he knows what foreplay is, of course he does. he stays up at night reading guides on how to please his partner. but it doesn’t mean hes any more confident

he proposes he watch you touch yourself, watch how you get to cloud 9. that way, he can learn first hand, because none of the articles are about you. he can look up all the techniques he wants, but only you know how to make yourself writhe and scream.

lohen will sit next to you attentively, watching you sprawl your beautiful naked body on the bed before you start your ministrations. he pays attention to every single detail, how your fingers move, how much pressure you apply on yourself, how long you stay at the same task for to really rile yourself up, all of your little noises and pretty faces you make. if you try to cover your face, he’ll beg you to put your hands down, he needs to see for his research!

feel guilty for just making him watch? think your foreplay takes too long? nonsense. the moment you laid down, lohen was already turned on. he’ll sit there for hours admiring you, until your umpteenth orgasm for all he cares. it’s entrancing. he’ll praise you through it, commenting on how amazing you’re doing, how good you sound and how gorgeous you look. he’s itching to write down notes, but he’s sure his memory will not fail him he might just cum untouched by watching you, honestly.

he won’t pleasure himself until you’re finished getting what you need, he doesn’t wanna miss any moment. he has to ignore the throbbing arousal in his pants, covering it with his shirt and hands, to be a good boy and not get ahead of himself. he’ll wait for you. once you’re satisfied, he nervously strips away his embarrassment.

lohen cant keep his eyes on you when he’s working himself, but he likes the way you’re staring. being analyzed by the love of his life, wondering how to take care of his body. in fact, it just makes him all the more sensitive. this is exactly how he would touch himself whenever he was alone, aching to feel your body, aching for your hands to replace his. and now you’re finally watching him come undone.

if you comment on his performance, giving him praise, he’ll just bite his lip and blush harder, a little stubborn look with his eyebrows furrowed. but everything you say to him, every time he glances over to remember that you’re studying him, goes straight to his dick. somehow, masturbating with you around feels 10 times better, and you’re not even doing anything.

hes a little shy when it comes to making noise, but if you made noise while you demonstrated to him, he’ll open up too. he’ll try to grab for your hand to hold while he’s masturbating, wanting some form of touch now that you’re finally here to have this moment with him. little curses in german, little mumbles of your name, you can tell he’s getting closer.

perhaps when hes much too blissed out, he has such a pathetic look on his face, pouting. he has the guts to bring his head up to finally meet your eyes before he cums, whimpering out your name as if he’s thanking you, as if you’re really touching him.

when you’re both finished? it’s time to put all the learning into action, the real test starts now! ^_^ as soon as he stops cumming, he’s immediately moving to devour your lips, hands scrambling around your body to finally touch you again.

there’s no shame, no expectation for the first time to be mind blowing. all it has to be is full of love and care, like it should be. if there’s slip ups, he’ll just laugh it off and seal it away with a reassuring kiss.

[hitomisuzuya]

streamer!lohen x fem!reader. smut. porn with no plot. sex toys. double penetration w/ vibrator. squirting. edging. consensual sexual activity during livestream, DNI if it makes you uncomfortable.

omg i hate how messily written this looks!

"are you busy tonight?" you didn't think such a casual question from lohen would lead to the lewd position you are in now. your wrists are handcuffed above your head, your legs spread wide with a vibrator on your clit.

one webcam is pointed directly between your legs, giving lohen's chat the perfect view of your hole as it oozes, collecting juices on the insides of your thighs. while the other gives the perfect side view of lohen working your cunt over.

he couldn't think of asking anyone better than you to help him out with this stream. the cute, shy nerd on campus he has been wanting to ruin for several semesters.

and you can never say no to lohen.

your thighs shake as vibrations hum agonizing on your puffy clit. you let out a slightly breathless moan of pleasure as your walls spasm empty around nothing.

"look at you shake," lohen coos, circling your clit with the toy, "and so wet too," his eyes flick up to you, a smirk present on his face, "i hope you don't mind if i have a little taste."

putting his head between your thighs, his tongue parts your drooling folds. keeping the toy focused on your clit, his tongue laps at your hole with a soft slurp.

lohen indulges himself for a few moments, generously prodding the tip of his tongue into your quivering hole. "now chat, you want to know the true beauty about these toys?" he asks, sitting up to wipe his mouth. "my sponsor has assured me squirting is guaranteed."

your cheeks heat at his words. "l-lohen..i don't know if i can.." you felt so shy you could barely finish your sentence, barely able to look at him for a moment.

he chuckles seeing your expression. "aw did you hear that, chat? the pretty nerd doesn't know if she can squirt. how cute," he leans his head down, flicking his tongue around your nipple. he sucks on your nipple for a few moments, relishing in your squirms as he massages your clit with the bullet.

"with this toy in particular, it has several vibration settings," his finger flicks over the button, "perfect for keeping the more submissive types weak and needy."

you whine as the delicious vibrations on your clit die down. the haze of your building orgasm suddenly stops. your hips rock sinfully up to grind your clit on the toy, desperate for stronger stimulation.

shutting the bullet off, lohen sets it aside for another toy. he picks up a long, curved g spot stimulator. "i am told tapping is the key with this toy," he explains, pushing the curved dildo inside your cunt. lewd moans tear from your throat as your cunt stretches to accommodate the toy. you shake a little as the curved tip rests into your g spot. lohen holds it there for a few moments before tapping his finger on the toy.

your body jolts as your back arches off the bed. lohen pumps dildo inside your sloppy cunt, tapping and rubbing it against into your g spot at various intervals.

you twitch as you feel an unfamiliar pressure building up behind your core. lohen flicks his finger on the button, and you cry out as vibrations suddenly assault your sweet spot. your body melts as the haze of your dying orgasm builds again.

"don't get too comfortable," lohen chirps gleefully there is a dark glint in his eyes as he angles the toy deeper into your sweet spot, making you see stars. "i have one more toy to use."

you whine as your orgasm is cruelly ripped away from you again. he shivers seeing the look in your eyes. the power he has over your orgasms are quite addicting.

you lie there, breathless and panting quietly. your cunt is spasming empty around nothing, and your eyes can't help but drift down to lohen's cock. how good it would feel to have his cock pounding into you..

"think you can take more?" he teases as he picks up a thick, ribbed dildo. turning the toy on, he circles the tip teasingly around your nipple, making your clit throb as you squirm.

you moan, digging your fingernails into the palms of your hands. "please, just fuck me now, lohen. please, i'll beg," your body is tense with the desperate need to cum.

pleasure bursts white behind your eyes as lohen stretches your cunt on the dildo. "this particular toy is designed for double penetration," he laughs softly in excitement, resting the dildo against your g spot, "you'll be squirting on my cock as well."

you let out a sob of pleasure as lohen pushes his hard cock in next to the dildo. "finally, finally," you babble as your pussy stretches to accommodate both.

"such a tight little slut," lohen moans, bottoming out snugly next to the dildo. "i'll fill you full while you gush for me," one hand comes to clasp around your wrists, rattling the chain on your handcuffs. "stay nice and still for me, bunny."

his hips snap into yours, pushing the dildo into your sweet spot with his cock. you whine as the pressure building up behind your core intensifies. "that's a good girl, just let it happen," he coos, letting go of your wrists in favor of playing with your clit.

you are helpless to hold it back as the pressure releases. juices come flooding out around his cock, aiding lohen in fucking both his cock, and the dildo deeper inside of you. sobs tinge your moans as your orgasm follows a few moments later.

boneless, you weakly keep your legs spread for him as he grasps your hips. thanks to the ample stretch of your cunt, you feel every pulse of lohen's cock as it empties inside of you.

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DO NOT plagiarize/translate/repost on tumblr or any other site without my permission. please, don't use my writing in ai chat bots.

[salmonsaw]

Self aware Lohen x obsessed!reader

Guys the spirit of Shakespeare genuinely not clickbait real footage Tw emotional possessed me and I wrote this in 2 sittings.

Tw: Reader is kinda depressed, reader is stressed from work, Lohen thinks too much about being a video game character, he just takes care of the reader, jealous Lohen, it’s angsty for a second then it’s fluffy and domestic.

Self aware!Lohen who could see all your online activity. All the fanarts you save of him, even the ones where you have to unblur the picture~ Every fan fiction you read and write. You had a way with words! You likened him to a worm living in your brain, or a leech in your wallet. Sucking every penny for every plushie, figure, poster, whatever merch money could buy! Hell, you had a job solely to sustain your Lohen themed spending addiction.

Self aware!Lohen who hates when you even think about other people. And don’t you dare even switch your character to one that isn’t lohen. He manipulates your FYP to only the best edits of him, the juiciest fics of him, and all the beautiful fanart of him and only him. Don’t let him catch you looking up reader x character fics of a character that isn’t him. He’ll change the suggestion order to show all the tags he knows you dislike. He feels bad for the other characters, but he has priorities and they have other fans.

Self aware!Lohen who aches to be freed from his pixilated hell. To crawl out of the screen and to actualize on your gaming desk. He could, but he is scared. He’s not stupid. He knows you fell in love with a character. Not a real person. Could he even call himself a real person? Foreign philosophical questions like these were always considered a waste of time to him. Things only bored people with nothing better to do pondered and ripped their hair out over. But when the minutes since your last log in add up, he finds tufts of his own hair clinging to his sweaty palms.

Self aware!Lohen who gained the courage to, when he knew that you’d be out for a while, step into your room. Just to see what it was like! Living in such a faraway place…His eyes roamed over your posters, your framed photos filled with your friends and family, your closet, your bed, your overflowing laundry basket. He caught a look at himself in your full body mirror. A mar on the perfect real world room you lived in. In all his dangly, complicated, and counterproductive character model glory.

Self aware!Lohen who doesn’t know what to do, what to say, when you catch him, deer in headlights moment, in the middle of your room. So he does what he knows how, and acts in character.

“Sweet place.” He says, drawling to hide the shake in his voice. “Though it could use more me” he nods his head at the miniature Lohen shrine growing in your corner.

“How stressed am I that I’m seeing things now?” You sigh and slump your shoulders. You don’t know where to put your eyes. Your Yumeship is standing right there. Ever since you laid eyes on his character model you were smitten. His slate colored hair, enigmatic eyes, and cute mole.

And now he was right in front of you. Hand on his hip and smirking at you. His cheeks are chubby.

“At least feed me while you ogle me.” He says, leaning in. Did he really just say that? It’s all worth it when he sees you jump and run to the kitchen. Muttering apologies and hiding your bashful face. That really was the best dialog option. He gets to see the rest of your house, get fed by you, and tease you!

Self aware!Lohen who has to fight every cell in his body not to devour the stale rice and curry you place in front of him. If it weren’t for rigorous ranged combat and aim training, he wouldn’t be able to stop the shake of his hands from holding the same spoon you’ve probably eaten from hundreds of times. And to think you’re letting him lick it too!

“Sorry, I haven’t gone grocery shopping in…” you look to your side, as if you’d find the answer written in the west. Shame creeps up your neck when you see the mess in your living room. And you can’t bear to turn your head to see the sink full of dishes and rotting food. Please please please don’t let him use the bathroom.

“Ages.” He finishes, savoring the last grain of rice. “I can’t tell though, you’re a great cook.” He says, placing his hand in his cheek as he gazes at you. Your cheeks redden and he prays desperately that his don’t.

“Yeah.” Your voice cracks. You look at your lap, clutching your fists, trying desperately not to cry. The motion doesn’t go unnoticed by Lohen. He washes his plate and goes to stand behind you. Letting his hand rest on your shoulder. Electro runs down both of your spines at the contact. Lohen had read about similar things in your fan fiction. Surely you wouldn’t push him away?

“Im so sorry about the mess, I- works been hounding me, and…”

Self aware!Lohen who thinks “screw it. I love her, she likes me” so he leans down and places a small kiss on her hair.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind.”

Reader.exe has stopped working.

Reader.exe has fainted.

Reader.exe is falling face first onto the dining table.

Reader.exe is caught by Lohen and is swiftly taken to her bedroom.

Self aware!Lohen who ties a cute apron on, snaps a bright pair of yellow gloves and begins tidying up. Starting with the overflowing sink. Lovingly scrubbing each utensil and plate clean. After that he empties the trash that’s been piling up. Then he takes a vacuum to the living room and a broom to the kitchen again! Then he braves the bathroom, wiping down the mirror and powder bleaching the counter and sink. He ached to clean your room, but he loathed to imagine you thinking him a crass pervert, having his hands all over your laundry and some other hypothetical overstep. He finished his cleaning spree just in time to give the reader some TLC.

Self aware!Lohen who sits beside you, arms raised to give a massage. It would be easier so straddle your back, but he couldn’t do that to his darling, not without your tacit agreement. So with discipline and care, he massages all the stress out of his dears tired bones. You were so tired, and looked to peaceful sleeping, that he felt bad setting your alarm so early in the morning. Letting you miss work wouldn’t make your stress any lower.

Self aware!Lohen who begrudgingly tears his hands from your back where he was absentmindedly caressing your skin, leaving small kisses over the smooth expanse. He flips you on your side, sleeping on your stomach is bad practice. He crawls back into your computer, not feeling as hollow as usual. He fantasized about when you’d wake up, take in your clean apartment and relish in your rejuvenated limbs. He even took satisfaction in the fact that no other character would do half of what he did for you. He planned to make your obsession with him worth your while.

[meyuelikesbirds]

Heart Challenger (Lohen x Reader)

Summary: You hear a conversation between Lohen and Theodore that you definitely weren't supposed to. Long story short, you're now trying to set him up with yourself (his crush) while simultaneously trying to bury your own feelings for him so as to not ruin his budding love life.

Also cross-posted to ao3!

WC: 2.3k

Warnings/Tags: Modern!AU, fluff, jealousy (on reader's part), childhood friends to lovers, reader and Lohen are both freak4freak and idiot4idiot, Theodore is so done with your bs, the three of you share one brain cell and Theo has it 99% of the time, soft Lohen, there's one quick line of implied NSFW at the very end but it's plausibly deniable

The title of the fic is a reference to this song of the same name! There's no relation beyond that, I just think it's a cute song :D

You were supposed to meet up with Lohen & Theodore at the former’s apartment 30 minutes ago. Unfortunately, one thing led to another and here you are, showing up fashionably late. You sent a text in the group chat to let them know about your predicament, but got no response.

As you walk up the front door of Lohen’s abode, preparing your rant about how much the universe hated you today, you hear some… peculiar words.

“Taking them out to a shooting range on the first date is a terrible idea!”

You slow your steps at the sound of Theodore’s voice. What on Teyvat could he possibly be talking about?

“Hey, I’m trying my best here! How am I supposed to know good places to take someone on the first date?” You hear Lohen respond.

Theodore sighs, “You should focus on telling them how you feel first.”

“I’m working on it.” Lohen grumbles.

“You’re not working on it hard enough. You’ve been crushing on them for months now, and the closest you’ve gotten to confessing is telling them ‘I like your shade of blood.’ while they were sleeping.” Theodore deadpanned.

Hold up. Lohen has a crush on someone? Lohen? He has feelings for someone?!

You quickly unlock the door and let yourself in.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!” You exclaim, barging into the not-so-secret conversation considering Lohen and Theodore were talking so loudly you could hear them clear as day through the former’s front door.

Both of them whip around to face you at the sound of your voice. Theodore’s looking at you in shock while Lohen’s face quickly turns red.

“Hey- are you okay?” The sight worried you. You quickly make your way over to check if Lohen’s coming down with something. The last time you saw his face this red was when he got extremely sick with the flu in fifth grade.

As you brush Lohen’s hair out of the way to place the back of your palm on his forehead, his face somehow becomes even more red.

“I’m fine!” Lohen tries his best to say it with his usual air of charisma, only for his voice to crack as the words come out.

He felt like he was burning up. You are very much not convinced that he’s fine.

“He just uh… saw his crush walking by outside the window!” Theodore stammers out.

You gasp, quickly running towards said window, slamming your palms besides either side of your head as you smush your forehead against the glass. “Where?”

“Oh they've already gone inside by now.” Theodore nervously chuckles, shooting a glare at Lohen while you’re still focused outside.

(He wasn't lying per say, just stretching the truth a little. Lohen had been watching you approach the apartment complex while you were still quite the distance away, and now you're inside.)

You let out a disappointed sigh before giving up and going over to flop down on Lohen’s couch before pouting at him as you repeat your question from earlier, “Why didn’t you tell me?” You sounded hurt.

“I… thought you would get jealous?” Lohen wants to punt himself out the window with that line delivery. He doesn’t need to turn around to know that Theodore’s got an exacerbated look on his face as the brunette fights every urge in his body to facepalm right then and there.

Lohen was always a ferocious child. He’s gotten into (and won) so many fights over the years. So how the hell is he losing to you in a battle you didn’t even know existed?

“Lohen.” You sit up straight, grabbing both his shoulders and pulling him close to you. “I’ve been trying to get you to make some more friends for years now. Why the hell would I be jealous?” Your words came out with just a little too much malice.

God you looked so attractive when angry.

If Lohen wasn’t mortified about the current situation (and if Theodore wasn't here), he would absolutely close the distance between your lips right now.

“Because I’d be spending less time with you?” He tries to reason. At least it sounded believable.

Your angry expression morphs into a stunned one before you start laughing, “You have got to be kidding me! We’ve been friends for so long now. Go confess your feelings to them! I know you won’t stop spending time with me just because you get a partner.” Your words sounded strained.

“Maybe you can help him with that.” Theodore interjects.

Lohen mentally adds him to his poisoning hit-list.

Two days later, here you were, sitting in front of Lohen so he can practice confessing his feelings, while Theodore is quietly snicking in the corner.

The two of you were seated across from each other at his dining room table. You thought it would be helpful to set the scene as if you were on an actual date. Theodore is playing the role of the waitstaff while you act the part of Lohen’s crush. He did seem oddly jittery about this whole thing, maybe this will help him be better prepared for the real deal?

(This definitely wasn't your poorly veiled attempt at feeling like you were on an actual date with him. Your crush. Definitely not.)

Though, the only things Lohen thought were ‘helpful’ in this situation were the dimmed lights. They were doing a lot of the heavy lifting in concealing his raging blush.

“Today was just wonderful, wouldn’t you say?” You said, dreamily, looking into Lohen’s eyes with a soft smile.

“I’m, uh, glad you had fun?” His voice went up a little too high near the end there, but at least it didn't crack this time.

You signal him to keep going, this was the best he’s done all day! But to be fair, nothing can be worse than him thinking a good way of impressing his crush was by playing the knife game with his own hand.

You would've been a lot more concerned if only you hadn't seen him do that a million times by now. Sometimes you even let him use your hand when you’re bored. You trust he knows what he's doing.

(Lohen’s been asking to use your hand much more frequently these past few months. It's the perfect excuse for him to hold your hand, if only for a moment. He's even managed to convince you to let him play with your palm faced up. He says it's to spice things up. It's not. He just wants an excuse to stare at those pretty veins on your wrist.)

To help aid him, you reach across the table to hold one of his hands in your own, giving it a comforting squeeze whilst trying your best to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

Lohen looks down at your entwined hands, pausing for a moment before finally saying, “Your hands would look great around my neck right now.”

He cannot be serious.

“Lohen. Respectfully. What the fuck?” You deadpanned, “Okay, that may work on me, but you’re supposed to be pretending that I’m your crush right now!” You let out a sigh, “Let’s try it again from the top…”

Theodore bursts out laughing from behind you as Lohen wishes he could burst out the front door.

“So… are they here yet?” You ask for the fifth time that hour alone.

“No. And stop asking, you’ll blow our cover.” Theodore shushes.

“We are standing in the arcade holding newspapers in front of our faces. This is the exact opposite of what having cover is.” You hiss back.

The three of you were at the local arcade, a place Lohen’s crush supposedly frequented, due to your insistence on at least seeing who said crush is. You’ve been there for almost four hours, doing nothing but slightly shuffling locations every so often, hoping to find them.

You did think that was a bit odd though. You and Lohen came here pretty often, so how the hell would you have missed seeing them up until now? Plus, you were starting to get bored. Who the hell goes to an arcade just to stand around all day? Well, the three of you but that’s besides the point.

You sigh as you tilt your head up and let your hands fall, bringing the newspaper down with them, “Call me back over when they show up, I wanna play some of the rhythm games.” And then off you went.

As soon as you were safely out of earshot, Theodore speaks up, “Okay this is getting ridiculous, you have to tell them that you like them!”

“Absolutely not,” Lohen hisses back, “I’m willing to chance a lot of things, this is not one of them.”

“Did you even listen to what they said the other week? ‘Okay, that may work on me, but-’ They’re receptive to your shitty flirting, that’s gotta mean something.”

Lohen hates that Theodore had a point. He crosses his arms and looks to the side.

Big mistake.

His eyes fell on you as you hit every note on the game you were playing with accuracy & precision. You were slamming on those poor buttons at this point, but it looks like you were going to get the full combo, so why did you look so upset?

(You have no idea how attractive you looked to Lohen right now. He wants nothing more than to march over to you and beg you to take your frustrations out on him instead of that stupid machine.)

Lohen only breaks his gaze off you when he sees your eyes light up at something in the distance before you start walking back to where he and Theodore still stood.

“They got a new shooter in, come on, let’s go try it!” You eagerly linked your arm with Lohen’s, quickly tugging him towards the machine.

He doesn’t miss how tight your grip on him is, nor does he miss the peeved expression on your face.

So you were getting jealous.

Theodore excuses himself to let you two have some alone time before giving Lohen a thumbs-up for encouragement.

He receives a middle-finger in response.

“I’m starting to think this mystery person doesn’t exist.” You sigh.

Lohen almost choked on his water when you said that out loud while studying together in his living room. Yet you sounded… almost relieved?

“What makes you say that?” He was going to crush his water bottle with how tightly he was squeezing it.

You shrug, “Well, it's been a whole month and they've never showed up at any of the places you and Theodore claimed they frequented.”

“You've just been really unlucky then!” Lohen tries to laugh it off, “I’ve seen them. Many times.”

He really should’ve thought that through, ‘Please don’t ask me where please don’t ask me where please don’t ask me where-’

“What if they're avoiding me on purpose? Lohen, what if they hate me?!” You sound genuinely worried as you hold your head in your hands.

“I'm sure that can't be the case, who could hate someone like you?” It was a miracle he managed to say that smoothly.

“But what if they really don't like me and want us to stop hanging out once you're together?” You were slowly starting to spiral now.

Lohen was offended by that.

Did you really think he'd up and abandon you, his best friend for almost two decades now, just because some rando, crush or not, asked him to?

He flicks your forehead before pulling you into a hug, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“You're such a dummy.” His voice was soft, “We've been together for how long and you're worried about something like that? You're never getting rid of me, bunny, not even if you, or anyone else, tried.”

You don't know what to say in response.

Lohen continues, “You mean so, so much to me. Please don't ever leave my side.” His grip is bruising, contrasting the gentle tone of his voice as the words rush out of him.

It wasn't out of the ordinary for him to be physically affectionate towards you, but something felt different about this.

This felt too close. Too intimate.

It only made it harder for you to push down your feelings for him. You wrap your arms around him as tightly as you can around him.

You don't want him to let go.

You don’t want this moment to end.

“You're acting like you'd rather date me…” You joked, picking your words carefully, desperately hoping for a sign, any sign that your feelings were reciprocated.

“Yes.” The word comes out of Lohen’s mouth before he even realizes what he's said.

Your eyes widen. There’s no way you just heard him say that… right?

“Wha- What did you say…?” You managed to verbalize, as you loosen your arms around him. You wanted to look at his face, but couldn't with how tightly he had wrapped himself around your frame.

Lohen can't tell if your response is positive or negative.

For once, he feels fearful. He didn’t want this to be how he told you how he felt, but there was no going back. All he could do now was hold onto you even tighter, hoping that could somehow change the outcome for the better if you didn’t feel the same way about him.

Lohen takes a shaky breath, before slowly repeating, “Yes.”

“Lohen. Look at me. Please.”

He could never refuse anything you asked of him.

He gives you one last squeeze before following your command, loosening himself from you just enough so he can look into your eyes.

However, your eyes weren't looking into his.

Your gaze was instead focused downward, on his lips.

Oh. Oh.

Without hesitation, he closes the distance between your lips, bringing one hand up to the back of your head, pulling you deeper into the kiss, while the other pushes your legs together before finding the back of your knees and lifting you up, carrying you to his bedroom.

He was not letting his precious bunny go tonight.

Theodore gets a text from Lohen the next morning.

[Idiot #1] Guess who’s dating now :p

[Theo] Finally.

Notes: First time writing Theodore, kinda nervous 👉👈 Really hoping both him & Lohen aren't OOC 😭 Their dynamic is so interesting to me, hoping and praying we see Theodore again in the story🤞

If y'all know any Lohen x Reader fics featuring Theodore and/or Adorno please send them my way 🥺🤲 So far the only two I'm aware of are 'A Good Bunny Stays in Her Pen' (multi-chapter with nsfw) by @/chai-writes-stuff and 'What could possibly scare Lohen?' (one-shot) by smouchie on ao3 😭😭

All colorful floral dividers by @hearts4mychem!!

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Unforseen Strike [3/10] | lohen x reader | NSFW | full chapter

A Good Bunny Stays in Her Pen [3/10]: Unforseen Strike xsilverstar (AO3) chai-writes-stuff (tumblr) fic masterlist (please check for full story summary and warnings) smut flavor: dry humping, fondling chapter summary: They don’t blink. They don’t waver. They’re a red-blue sea of catastrophe. trigger warnings!!!: graphic depictions of blood and violence, sexual assault word count: 5.6k | ao3

It’s 8 PM at the cabaret club and the guest you’re sitting with quickly excuses himself to the bathroom.

You clasp your hands between your thighs, aimlessly tapping your thumbs against one another. The club around you keeps moving: bunny girls switching tables, men coming in and going out. Glasses clink and cigarette smoke wafts through the air; same old cabaret, same old you.

Well. Sort of the same old you. You try not to make it obvious, but you really want to take a glance behind you. Just to make sure that Lohen’s not having too good of a time without you. Does that make you a jealous girlfriend?

Wait, are you Lohen’s girlfriend? You two never really discussed labels. The only thing you know for sure is that you like him, and he likes you back. When he says he loves you, you know it’s a sweet nothing. At least, you think it is.

The fast click of Rosaria’s heels grabs your attention. She’s scribbling on her clipboard, nursing that cigarette between her teeth as she says, “Bunny. Turnover.”

“Huh? But my guest’s in the bathroom.”

“Doesn’t matter. Deaconess’ll tell him you had to go or something.”

“Isn’t that kinda…? Rude.”

Your voice falls to a mumble. Rosaria’s already gone. Your bubbly coworker takes her place, beaming at you like the angel she is.

“No worries, Bunny!” she exclaims, bright and cheery as always. “I’ll take it from here!”

You work with a strange group of girls, but Barbara’s probably one of the strangest. Instead of the thigh-exposing, cleavage-pushing suits that the rest of you wear, Barbara’s bunny outfit consists of a chaste blouse and modest shorts. She’s one of those Barbatos followers, and she claims that the only reason she works the job in the first place is to “save more sinners”. Whatever that means. Of all the places to do missionary work, a cabaret club doesn’t seem too ideal to you, but Barbara’s popularity speaks for itself.

You switch places with Deaconess, rubbing the back of your neck. “Which table did you come from?”

“Thirty-one!”

“Oh.”

Your hand curls around your wrist. You chance a glance Lohen’s way, seeing Mona do all sorts of gesticulations around her prized crystal ball—scry glass!—as Lohen watches with an uninterested look. Maybe he notices that you’ve moved, because not long after your eyes land on him, his land on yours.

One corner of his mouth pushes up as he leans into his palm. With a slight nudge of his head, you understand what he’s asking.

You smile back and sordidly shake your head. You’re too far to hear him, but you can see Lohen’s shoulders deflate with a huge sigh.

Unwillingly, but responsibly, you turn your back to him once again. Table 31’s an unfortunate one: it’s the first of the remaining ten tucked around the corner of the club on the subfloor. There’s a tiny hallway separating the two, surrounded by slate grey walls. You won’t be able to see Lohen for a while.

“Oh well,” you sigh. It’s not like work and play are meant to be synonymous. You continue on your way, as you’re paid by the hour to do.

The man at Table 31 looks exhausted. He’s resting against the booth with his neck extended backwards, face to the sky and booze to his chest. You note the salt-and-pepper hair, wrinkles under his eyes, and the thick brown briefcase resting at his foot. Must be a salaryman.

“Hi, dear guest,” you say, putting on that hostess smile you’ve worked so hard on. “I’m Bunny. What’s your name?”

When the man rolls his head back into place, his eyes widen. His face is red from one ear to the other, probably from all those empty glasses of champagne lining the end of the table.

“Well, aren’t you pretty? Certainly showing more skin than the other one.” He scoots over, pats the seat next to him, and says, “I’m Tohler.”

You know this job well enough to know that this man smells like trouble.

“Ah, don’t look at me like that.” He winces. “I just wanna talk to a pretty girl about my shitty day. You’ll listen to an old man, won’t you?”

You want to tell him you’re Lohen’s pretty girl, but you hold your tongue. Cautiously sitting next to him, you tuck your legs in as tightly as possible to maximize the distance between you. Tohler’s probably too drunk to realize that he’s manspreading seventy percent of the seat away. Or he just doesn’t care.

“Want a drink?” he asks.

“No, I’m—um. That would be nice, yes.”

“What do you like?”

“Champagne,” you say automatically.

“Then a glass of champagne it is. Hey, buddy! Get another for the lady, would ya?”

You wince when he raises his glass and barks at Mika like he’s a dog. Shooting your coworker an apologetic glance, you quickly turn your attention to the empty glasses. One, two, three, four, five…

The club champagne’s not the best, but overconsumption is overconsumption, no matter how weak the elixir. Of course you don’t know this man and his tolerance, but you’re no amateur at gauging how drunk your customers are. “You must have had a long day.”

“Long as fuck,” he concurs. “Shitty boss making me work overtime again. My shift’s supposed to end at three. Wanna guess what time I got off?”

“Eight…?”

“That’s right! Eight o’clock! I mean, really, who does that guy think he is?!”

Tohler takes a hearty swig of his champagne. When Mika returns to the table, he mouths, Rosaria?

You quickly nod. Something about this man knots your gut, and you don’t like it. Mika hurriedly departs with the empty glasses, and you try to remain calm. You’ve been taught how to identify potentially troublesome situations, and how to elegantly avoid them all the same.

“Um.” You can’t help your awkward stammer. “Sorry, guest, but I, um. I have to use the restroom. I’ll be right back.”

Before you can shuffle out of the booth, the man’s hand clamps down around your thigh.

“You runnin’ away from me—hic—pretty girl?”

Chills prick at the skin of your arms. Your body won’t move. Why won’t your body move?

“You’re just playing hard to get, aren’t ya? Huh, pretty girl?”

He squeezes you. Your hand flies to your mouth, a cold sweat breaking across your forehead as you’re gripped with nausea. You see calloused hands, you feel fists in your hair, hot tears streak your cheeks, but there are dollar bills in your cleavage—.

“You do not touch my girls that way!”

Rosaria’s voice rips through the air. She all but yanks you out of the man’s grasp, holding you to her chest like a lioness guarding her cub. You fall against her like you’re made of paper, your jaw hanging agape.

“We operate on a strict no-touching policy!” Rosaria barks, her voice full of fire. “If you can’t follow those simple rules, then get the fuck out of my club!”

For as icy as Rosaria is, as cold as she is about metrics and money and running a business, she fights harder for you and the girls than anyone you’ve ever met. You don’t realize you’re trembling in her arms until she rushes you to the main floor, practically carrying your weight as she leads you to the break room. You pass Tables 1 thru 30 in plain sight, and when you turn to meet those eyes of Lohen’s, they’re wider than saucers.

They don’t blink. They don’t waver. They’re a red-blue sea of catastrophe.

You gag, cupping your mouth again. Rosaria sits you down and brings you a bag, which you promptly vomit into.

She pulls your hair out of your face. As you eject the contents of your stomach, your manager remains at your side, shushing you when you start to cry.

“Hey, you’re okay,” she whispers, lifting a rag to your mouth. “It’s not your fault.”

“I couldn’t move,” you wail, hot tears rushing down your cheeks. “I don’t know why I couldn’t move.”

“It’s okay,” Rosaria repeats, firmer this time. “It’s not your fault, Bunny.”

Your ice cold manager, who hates physical affection with every fiber of her being, wraps her arm around your shoulders and brings you into a much-needed hug. You bawl against her, clinging to her like a younger child to her older sister.

“I’m sorry,” you cry. “I messed up. I know you’re trying to run a business.”

“Hey,” Rosaria says sharply. “Don’t even think about that right now. Nothing that happened out there is your fault. It never was.” Her voice lowers. “It never will be.”

She pauses.

“Just…know that it’s never your fault. Okay?”

You nod. Nose stuffed with thick, wet snot, your voice comes out pitiful. “Okay.”

“Here. Tissue.”

“Thanks.”

You blow your nose, and once your breathing slows, Rosaria releases you. She stands with her back to you, her eyes focused into the distance. You stare at her reflection in the vanity mirror, and you watch as the light cast upon her flickers. Her hands are curled into fists at her sides.

You sniffle, rubbing your puffy red eyes. “Sorry. I’ll get back out there—.”

“Take a break,” Rosaria says. “If you don’t feel like you can work the rest of your shift, that’s fine too. Just take care of yourself, Bunny.”

With that, the dull thud of her heels leads to the door. You’re left in the stuffy breakroom by yourself, alone with your thoughts, and no one to tell you what to do.

It’s 9 PM at the cabaret club, and Lohen’s bored out of his mind.

“I gotta shit,” he drawls.

“Hold it!” Mona snaps, her hands levitating around her glass ball, eyes focused intently on it. “You just went!”

“I’ve got the runs,” he argues.

“You are not leaving until I finish this divination! I’m so close to completing it!”

Lohen groans. Disinterested, he leans against his palm, staring longingly after the bar. What he really wants is to have some more fun with those drinks while Mika’s turned around. If he can’t sit with you, then he’s gotta find something to entertain himself.

Right when that thought crosses his mind, a man he’s seen three times prior goes striding past again, his face red. Lohen smirks at the toilet paper stuck to his shoe.

“Aren’t you supposed to be doing that turnover thing?” he asks the woman across from him.

“Silence!” Mona barks. “The image is too murky for me to swiftly interpret it. If you would stay put and keep your mouth shut, this wouldn’t be as difficult!”

“Why do you even care so much? Go divine someone else’s fate.”

“Your fate is unique,” Mona says with a squint. “I’ve never struggled with a divination like this before. Consider me intrigued.”

To Lohen, Mona’s “divination” just looks like a crazy woman using ornate words and waving her hands around a flashy glass ball. He reaches out to tap a finger against it and Mona smacks his hand away.

“Do not touch the scry glass!”

“For a murky glass it looks pretty clear to me,” he says. “Can you go now?”

“You ungrateful plebian. The answer is no.”

He sighs. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls his phone out, drafting a message to Theodore.

[Lohen] I’m being held hostage by a psycho. Anything interesting going on?

[Theodore] A psycho??? Thought you said you were going to see your girlfriend

[Lohen] It’s a long story. Any bait takers or what?

[Theodore] Not this time. I’m busy responding to a call at Goth Grand. Double homicide. Already dead when me and the guys got here.

Lohen’s brows raise for a moment. Goth Grand’s one of the longest standing hotels in Mond history, yet no one he knows has ever claimed to have stayed there. It’s an old Victorian building surrounded by glitzy pavements and guarded by Snezhian security officers 24/7. Certainly not the kind of place where one would expect a double homicide.

Now that’s entertainment. If he wasn’t waiting to hang out with you, he’d interject himself into that situation in a heartbeat.

[Lohen] Who’s investigating?

[Theodore] Varka and a few rookies. You guys must be short tonight.

[Lohen] We’re short every night.

[Theodore] Same man.

[Theodore] You coming?

Lohen glances at Mona, whose face is just inches away from her “scry glass”. He still wants to see Bunny, so he texts back: Nah.

“You do not touch my girls that way!”

The walls of the club seem to shake when a woman’s voice cuts over the music. Lohen tries to find the source of the commotion, but as far as he can tell, whoever’s yelling must not be on the main floor. Even Mona stops her crazy pseudoscience, her head turned to the wall beside her.

“Miss Rosaria?” she asks.

“If you can’t follow those simple rules, then get the fuck out of my club!”

That’s Rosaria alright. And by the sounds of it, she’s pissed. Pissed about someone who touched one of her girls.

Lohen has a bad feeling brewing in his gut before he even makes eye contact with you.

Your eyes are glistening with big fat tears, wet streaks rolling down your cheeks. Your eyes widen when they land on his, and before he can mentally process what’s going on, Rosaria’s escorting you straight into the breakroom. Your eyes part, your body disappears behind the grand red door, and Lohen’s searing.

Before Mona turns from the wall, he fixes his expression. The cogs in his brain turn quickly, sharply.

Raising his phone to his face, he stares at Theodore’s message and groans.

“Terrible fucking timing. Sorry, Fortune Girl, but I gotta go.”

“What? But your divination—!”

“Homicide investigations can’t wait for your fuckin’ fortune telling.” He stands from the booth, the edges of his vision turning red. “Do me a favor and tell Bun I’m sorry. I’ll buy her that drink I owe her later.”

“...Fine,” Mona says. “I suppose duty calls. But I still expect you to sit for a divination the next time we meet!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he says, his feet marching against the laminate floor. “Next time.”

At the front of the club, Lohen veers left. A small corridor connects the main floor to the subfloor. About fifteen feet long, ten feet wide. As his feet stomp into the floor, his blood simmers with ice-cold fury.

And yet, there’s a perverse undertone of joy.

“Sir,” he hears as he rounds the corner, “you have to leave—.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. My bad. But can’t I finish this first? I mean, you only just brought it to me.”

Mika looks uncomfortable, white-knuckles clutching his serving platter to his torso. Compliantly, weakly, he gives the guest a nod. Mika’s shorter and smaller, and in this scenario, he’s most definitely weaker.

He makes Lohen sick.

“You’re a good kid,” the man says, salt-and-pepper hair, wrinkles under his eyes. “Promise I’ll leave as soon as I’m done.”

One exit at the subfloor. One at the bar. Ten foot fence around the back. He can scale it, easy. No eyes, no witnesses, no mercy.

He only needs ten minutes.

It’s 9:38 PM, and before you can fully regain a sense of calm, you hear a commotion through the breakroom door.

“I said I’m not fuckin’ leaving! Not until I finish my fuckin’ drink!”

Glass shatters. Someone gasps, and you hear someone else cry, “Call the police!”

Your breath hitches. Scrambling to the door, you burst through it to see a crowd of patrons and employees alike stuffing the hallway to the subfloor. When another person yells to call the cops, your head turns to Table 5, looking for Lohen.

He’s gone.

You push through the throng of people, elbowing your way back to Table 31 as your heart hammers in your ears. Tohler sneers with a glass of champagne in hand, Rosaria standing before him with a fierce scowl, Mika cowering behind her.

“Finish it then!” Rosaria snarls. “You don’t have much left, you dumb fuck!”

“Fuckin’ bitch!”

The man is belligerent, and under the chandelier lights, you see how dilated his pupils are. He tips his champagne glass upside down, and as it runs from his glass into his mouth, his throat bobs with a paltry swallow.

Rosaria’s nose furls. “Leave.”

“Tch! Booze tastes like shit anyway!”

“Hey—!”

Rosaria is interrupted by a sharp gasp. In an instant, it feels as though the flow of air around you comes to a stifling standstill.

Tohler grabs his chest, sucking air through his mouth with a cacophonous, grating sound. His dilated eyes go from looking forward to rolling backwards, red blood vessels bleeding into his white sclera. Every muscle in his body visibly tenses, bulging against the confines of his skin as his face takes on an ungodly shade of red. With another stomach-churning, seal-like noise, he falls forward.

Crash!

Champagne glasses shatter under his face, glass shards drawing blood across the white-topped table. The muscles fighting against him stagger, catch, then start violently shaking like a tectonic slip. Spit bubbles foam in his mouth, blood drips onto the floor, and in the next instant, your ears are consumed by the screams of those around you.

It’s 9:48 PM at the cabaret club and the place is both shockingly empty and alarmingly full at the same time. Red and blue lights flash in through the windows, a series of police, fire, and ambulance vehicles surrounding the building. You’re sitting at Table 5, where Lohen had been earlier that night, your eyes fixed to the smooth surface of the table. Your hand repeatedly strokes over the seat of the booth, like you might be able to feel his residual warmth if you try hard enough. Rosaria sits at your side, her arms crossed over her chest.

Mona told you that Lohen had a work emergency. That he left a little after 9, something about a homicide call. That he’s sorry, and he’ll be back for “your drink” as soon as he possibly can be.

You hear the crunch of the seat across from you. When you look up, a blonde-haired woman in a sharp blue suit is sitting there.

“Hi, Bunny,” she says, extending her hand your way. “I’m Sergeant Jean. My sister, Barbara, has told me a little bit about you, but we’ve never met. I’m sorry we’re meeting for the first time under these circumstances.”

You shake Jean’s hand, your fingers numb. She looks like Barbara alright, with her soft face that could put anyone at ease, but she carries herself with a distinct level of poise. She’s no amateur, and you’d be remiss to think that.

She inclines her head at Rosaria, no introduction spoken. When Jean looks at you, you tremble.

You’re nervous, you’re scared, and more than anything, you want Lohen to hold you.

“I just have a few questions,” Jean says. “Very informal. You’re not being interrogated or anything.”

It slips out in a whisper. “Okay.”

“I know you’ve been through a lot tonight,” Jean says softly. “I’m only questioning you because you’re one of the last people to have seen Tohler before his passing. Please don’t think you’re in any kind of trouble.”

You have rocks in your throat that sting when you swallow. “Okay.”

“I just want to know what you’ve seen and heard. Anything and everything is helpful, no matter how small it may seem.”

Your brows furrow. “...Okay.”

“Is that alright?” Jean asks.

You wring your hands under the table and nod.

It’s 10:48 PM when Lohen’s phone rings with your name on it.

He glances at Varka. “I’ve gotta take this.”

“Sure,” Varka replies, rubbing the back of his neck. “I think we’ll be able to handle the rest of this one ourselves, Lohen. I appreciate all your help, though.”

“No prob, Chief.”

He turns the corner, stepping under yellow police tape and past a pair of paramedics getting interviewed by the rookies. He meets Theodore’s eye for a moment before silently brushing past.

“Hey,” he says into the receiver, “I’m so sorry, Bun—I got a homicide call. I’m on my way right now. Are you okay?”

His car keys jingle as he withdraws them from his pocket. You take a breath in, your voice shuddering against his ear.

“I don’t know.”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” he says, dropping into his black coupe. “You wanna talk to me while I drive?”

Your voice shakes again. When he powers his car on, your voice outputs from the speakers.

“Yeah,” you say. “Please.”

He gets chills. Digging his teeth into his lower lip, he tries to push that thrill aside.

“Talk to me then, pretty girl. What happened?”

He waits with bated breath. As he drives through the nighttime city, alive with cars as always, he hits a red light and listens to the sound of your breath. It surrounds him, soft and shaky, and his skin prickles at the feel of it.

He looks at himself in the rearview mirror. An ear-to-ear, toothy grin sits on his blushing face.

Quickly, he straightens his lips out.

“...I’ll tell you when you get here,” you say eventually. “Also, a…somebody…a man…”

“What?”

“I…I guess I can tell you about that when you get here too. Sorry, I…I guess I don’t really want to talk after all.”

He swallows. “Want me to hang up?”

“No,” you answer immediately. “No, please don’t. I want you to stay with me.”

Fuck, he thinks, teeth gnawing his lip. He loves it when you talk to him like you need him. He needs to hear you say it to his face with your trembling lips and your cute little whimpers, needs to feel your body shake in his arms like the leaf you are. He’ll hold you up. He’ll be the branch you belong to. He’ll lend you the nutrients, stretch you towards the sun, and hold onto you so tight, you’ll never fall away from him.

You sniffle. Lohen swallows hard, fingers clamped around the steering wheel.

“I’m right here, Bun.”

You respond with your quivering breath. “Thank you.”

Lohen brings you home.

“Shh, shh…”

Your fingers curl into the back of his shirt, pulling the fabric taut as you cry. Lohen provides solid comfort, stroking your hair and rocking you gently as he holds you in his arms. You bury your face into his pine-scented neck and he presses his lips to your temple.

“You’re okay,” he murmurs. “I’ve got you.”

You inhale a trembling breath. In a mumble, you say, “Thank you.”

He holds you for what feels like ages, rubbing your back and whispering sweet affirmations into your ear all the while. You melt into him, letting him support your weight as you allow your muscles to fall slack. It feels good to be held like this—to be supported. You wish he’d hold you forever, so you wouldn’t have to bear the brunt of your calamitous mind alone anymore.

Lohen’s voice is soft. “You wanna tell me about it?”

You nod. Swallowing, you say, “Someone touched me.”

You feel him stiffen. “Where?”

“My…thigh,” you mumble. “It’s not the worst place I’ve been groped at, but…”

“You shouldn’t be groped at anywhere,” he growls. “Who the fuck is this guy?”

He doesn’t say, “I’ll kill him.” 

“He had a seizure at the club,” you say quietly. “He…died.”

Lohen’s quiet. He reassures his grip on you, but the silence continues. You lift your head from his damp skin, hesitant at first, but you force yourself to catch his eyes. You expected to see that hardened expression from earlier, but instead, you see a sad pair of red-blue irises. His lashes blink slowly over his eyes, long and curled, bathed in the soft lamplight that envelops his condo.

“For hurting you,” Lohen says slowly, “he deserved it.”

Another tear rolls down your cheek. Lohen lifts his hand to your face, brushing it away with his thumb. As he watches you with those woeful eyes, you can’t hold back your petulant sob.

“Shh,” he whispers, pulling you close once again. “Don’t cry, pretty girl. I’m here.”

You nod, welding yourself back into the skin of his neck, and when he kisses you once more, you feel so, terribly, weak.

By the time your tears are dry, you almost drift off to sleep where you stand.

“Bun,” Lohen says. “You tired?”

You blink your heavy eyelids. Face still pinned to his neck, you nod.

“You can sleep in my bed if you want. I’ll carry you.” He pauses. “You…wanna shower first?”

You smooth your palms against his shoulder blades. “Will you shower with me?”

“Huh? Oh, um. I-I mean, if that’s what you want, then, uh…”

You look at him. He’s red in the face, babbling like you haven’t gone further with each other. You smile.

“Please?”

He laughs.

“...Sure, Bunny.”

“Can you help me?”

You turn to the shower, showing him your back. As the seconds tick by, you remain standing under the fluorescent lights, waiting.

You turn your head. Lohen jumps in the corner of your vision.

“Sure,” he blurts out immediately.

You feel the warmth of his body as he approaches. The knuckle of his index finger brushes against your back when he grasps the zipper holding your suit together. He touches it, but he doesn’t pull it down.

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

“Nothing. I just, uh…was thinking.” Lohen hesitates. “I’ve…never seen you fully naked. With the lights on and everything.”

His words hang in the air by your ears. Lifting your hand to your mouth, you stifle your giggle.

“There’s a first time for everything,” you tell him warmly.

“O-okay.” He groans. “Fuck, I feel lame.”

“You’re not lame.”

“...You’re okay with me doing this?” His breath ghosts across your skin. “You mean it?”

“Of course. I trust you, Lohen.”

“Hm.” His knuckles softly stroke your back. “Okay then. Since you asked.”

When he unzips you, goosebumps prick at your arms. You blame it on the cold. When the leotard falls to your ankles, you step back and nudge it aside with your foot.

You can practically hear Lohen’s struggle. His hands hover in the air by your hips when he asks, “Want me to…keep going?”

You nod. Lohen’s fingers, which have touched you in far more intimate ways before, tremble as they slide under your stockings. The garment follows the movement of his fingers, bringing both your hosiery and g-string down the length of your legs. Once again, you step out of the clothing he’s taken off of you, and standing before him like this, you feel renewed.

You’re smiling when you turn around to face him. As expected, his face is a cardinal shade of red, and his eyes don’t dare stray from yours. You like that he doesn’t look you up and down, that he always asks before doing things. You like that he makes you feel pure.

That you know you can always rely on him.

“You’re gonna shower with me, right?” you ask. “You have to take your clothes off first.”

His throat bobs with a swallow. You watch his hands as they lift to his buttons, his eyes closed as he undoes them one by one.

When he’s fully unbuttoned, you place your hands along the edges of his shirt. You peel it away from his skin, and he lets you work it off his arms. Your hands move to his belt, and you exchange a glance with him.

Lohen doesn’t say anything. His chest expands with quiet, rapid breaths.

The leather of his belt slides between your fingers. The metal clasp jingles when it falls to the floor.

“S-stop,” he stammers softly, his hand curling around your wrist. “Sorry, I—. Fuck, I’m so embarrassed.”

You take a step forward. Coming so close that your bare chest presses into his, you rest your palms on his hips and kiss him.

You observe his face when you pull away. Lohen’s shoulders rise and fall faster, his fingers curling around your forearms. Before he can say anything, you kiss him again.

Your hands slip under the waistband of his trousers. You push closer, your nipples rubbing against his, and feel him moan against you. You’re not ignorant to that hardness poking into your thigh, nor are you a stranger to his needs.

Your leg raises slightly, giving him pressure. Lohen’s eyes fly shut, a hot pant falling from his lips. His hips lightly rub forward.

“Want to touch me?” you whisper.

“Yeah,” he says, his voice rough. “Fuck, I wanna touch you all over, Bunny.”

“That’s okay. You can touch me if you want.”

His cold hands curl around your waist. Pressing his forehead to yours, he gives you an eager nod.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispers, rutting against your thigh. “Just like a princess.”

A pleased warmth rises to your cheeks. You smile, slotting your nose against his.

“Stay with me,” he breathes, fingers digging into your ass. “Please.”

With a soft laugh, you nod. “Don’t worry, Lohen. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Bunny,” he breathes against you, stiff and throbbing, up and down your thigh. “You mean so much to me.”

You kiss him. Your fingers run along the smoothness of his face, one thumb brushing the mole under his eye while the other plays with the arrowhead dangling from his left ear. You’ll have to remember to ask him what that’s about next time—if it’s sentimental to him. You never see him without it.

Lohen moans against you, his hands stroking you from your ass to your thighs, touching you so sweet, so desperately. He frots against you like he’s never done it before, messy and disjointed, but filled with so much passion that it hardly bothers you. You like being able to sense his needs, and having the means to take care of them. Especially when you know he takes such good care of you.

“Bun,” he whispers, high-pitched and strained. “I’m gonna cum.”

When he touches you like this, speaks to you like this, you can forget how that man’s fingers wrapped around you. You can forget how he seized.

A tear is running down your face. Before Lohen can see it, he tucks his chin over your shoulder, grasping your hair lightly in his fist. With a soft whimper, he cums.

“I love you,” he whispers.

Behind his back, you lift your trembling hand to your face. You try to suppress it, but you can’t help the sob that escapes you.

Lohen quickly withdraws from you, blinking rapidly. He cups your face in his hands, shakes his head, and whispers, “Hey, hey. It’s okay, Bun. You don’t…you don’t have to say anything back.”

His love rubs away the touches placed upon you against your will. Of course you want to reciprocate it. But in the back of your mind, you can’t forget how he seized.

“Shh,” Lohen says, pressing a kiss to your mouth. “It’s alright, pretty girl. I’m sorry.”

You don’t want him to be sorry for loving you.

“Hey, let’s get cleaned up,” he murmurs. “Would that make you feel better?”

“Yeah,” you whimper.

“Then we’ll do that.”

His smile is irresistibly charming, like that of a prince from an old, forgotten fairytale. He’s beautiful, he’s kind, he's strong, and he loves you.

At least, he says he does.

“Come on, Bun,” he purrs. “I’ll wash your back for you. You’ll feel better.”

You continue to cry in silence, but you nod. After all, you believe him.

In the darkness of Lohen’s bedroom, you lay in an entangled heap of arms and legs. You tell him you don’t want his arm going numb, being stuck under your pillow like it is, but he tells you he likes how it feels.

“The numbness?” you ask with a smile. “Or your arm being under my head?”

“Mm, both,” he mumbles. He curls his knees further into the back of yours, nuzzling his face against you all the while. “This okay? Comfortable?”

He’s got you entirely locked in his arms, one of his legs poking through yours too. With a soft laugh, you nod your head.

“Okay. Good.” He squeezes you tighter. “I love you, Bun.”

Your lips part. Words should come out, but they don’t.

“Goodnight,” Lohen says.

You close your eyes.

“Goodnight.”

You are haunted by dreams of death and violence. Bubbles of drool, streaks of blood against a white-topped table, blood running down your face, your stomach, your thighs, suffocating you, choking you, making you seize.

And yet, at the end of it all, Lohen’s bloodied hand descends through the madness. He smiles with those soft red eyes of his, and your fears dissipate into blurry nothingness. You reach upwards, straining for him, your fingers just barely touching his, and then—.

You’re awake. You’re doused in a cold sweat. And you’re laying in Lohen’s bed alone.

Shivering, you roll over to his vacant side. Tears streaming down your face, you wrap your arms around yourself. You know it’s probably some time past eight in the morning, that he’s likely at the precinct by now, doing his job. You understand that. You have to.

It’s selfish of you, really. But you still wish he was here. He’d know exactly what to say to comfort you.

“For hurting you…he deserved it.”

Lohen tells you, he deserved it.

You trust him more than anything. With him, you don’t have to struggle. With him, you don’t have to fight.

You don’t have to think.

Lohen would tell you to smile.

So with your head rested against his cool, feather pillow, you do.

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fleeting glances

O1O. the party

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everything was loud. though you weren’t sure what you were expecting, it was a party after all. a party full of drunk young college kids no less. the others had already wandered off to god knows where to have their fill of alcohol. you were a bit disappointed you wouldn’t be able to join in, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle.

currently, you were leaning against a wall with your back against it and talking with xiao, who had yet to leave your side, “not used to the alcohol?” you ask xiao with an amused smirk present on your features.

he grunts in response, turning his head away to hide his flushed face. “i’m fine, just tipsy.” he mumbles, drink in hand and all. only a few sips in and he was already looking like he had taken ten shots in one go. it was silly to say the least.

“well you’d do yourself some good tagging along with the others instead of staying back with me.” you suggest softly.

“you’ll be alone.”

“i can hold off on my own.”

xiao grunts in response again, hesitantly taking no more than a sip from his drink, as if afraid that any more would cause him to black out. “you just… always stick around when i’m the designated driver.” he looks down at his cup and coughs, feeling the burning of the drink in his throat. you hum. “i do, but that’s just because i know how much you can’t stand crowded places like these sober.”

your eyes wander around the place, you saw a lot of familiar faces within the crowd, everyone looked like they were having fun, especially lumine who was hyping up a drunk venti from the other side of the room. “but i can handle crowds, you don’t need to worry about me.”

you lean in closer to whisper into his ear. “you should go with the others. lumine and venti are over there.” you point and his eyes follow. he stays quiet for a moment before huffing in defeat. “right.” he hesitates, his eyes flickering back between yourself and the others. you raise a brow. “i’ll be fine, seriously.” you insist stubbornly, now placing both hands on his back to guide him on his way. “go have fun.” xiao says nothing and turns to nod at you before walking off.

you huff and lean back against the wall, watching him disappear into the crowd in search for the rest of your guys’ friend group. “it’s like high school all over again…” you murmur to yourself.

“what was like high school?”

a sudden, new voice joins the picture and it makes you flinch and whip your head around in search for who the sneaky bastard could be until your gaze looked down and saw a familiar mint-green haired guy behind you. “lohen.” you blink, shake your head to come to your senses, and sigh in annoyance. “do you usually do that with people you know?” you ask, scooting to the side to make more space between the two of you.

lohen only grins like a sly little fox, it pisses you off somehow. “depends on my mood really.” he shrugs and stands next to you against the wall. “so, what are you doing here? really didn’t expect someone like you to be here.”

you snort in amusement. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

lohen takes a moment to blow a bubble with the gum in his mouth before replying. “you just seem too cool to be here in the back all by yourself.”

“relax, i just got here, let me ease into this place before i go ahead and do something stupid.” you smile to yourself, turning you eyes to meet his. “plus, i’m kind of the designated driver tonight. can’t be drinking anyway.”

lohen raises a brow. “you? i thought you were a horrible driver, did you guys like spin a wheel to decide that or what.” you roll your eyes and shake your head. “we did actually, just so no one gets left out while the others drink.” you pause. “and who told you that first part?” you lean in closer with skepticism written all over your features. “oh y’know… the grapevine.” lohen doesn’t bother leaning away, in fact, one could even argue that he leaned in just the tiniest bit.

you don’t buy it and instead pull your head away before any of you could get too close for comfort. you fail to catch the way lohen’s grin strains a little in disappointment. “so i’m guessing venti told you something, huh?” you turn back to eyeing said man as he was now drunkenly dancing and singing on top of a random table. lohen follows your gaze and you both share a laugh.

“i didn’t say anything.” lohen looks away and grins as to avoid fault.

“you didn’t have to.” you reply, pausing to imagine what you could wring out of venti as punishment. “i’ll talk to him later.” you note aloud.

you both say nothing for a moment and lohen takes the opportunity to slide closer to you. you don’t care much for it. “what about you?” your words break the silence left lingering in the air. “why are you back here instead of with your friends?”

lohen turns his head away to scan the room for rosaria and kaeya who were both busying themselves in a drinking contest with a crowd surrounding them. “ehhh i don’t drink. leaves ya too dumb for you to pay attention to your surroundings.” he pauses. “and it tastes like shit.” he blurts it out so casually you actually laugh. “ah, so you’re those kinds of people then.”

lohen raises a brow, teetering between offense and curiosity. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“exactly what i said.”

lohen pouts, actually pouts and takes this as an opportunity to dramatically drape an arm around your shoulder. “woooowww. you’re really using my own words against me, you wound me, bunny!”

you scoff. “as if you’d actually care about that. you’ve probably already got something else brewing in that brain of yours for sure.”

“am i really such a scheming scoundrel in your head?” his hand squeezes and traces your collarbone.

“very much so.”

lohen lets out a mix of what seemed to be a scoff and a chuckle. “well then, you’ve caught me. i’m a cunning, evil mastermind that only exists to make your life more difficult.” he then picks out a wrapper from his pocket, spits out his gum into it, and a throws it away into a nearby trash can.

you hum in amusement. “i think the word you’re looking for is ‘nuisance’, lohen.”

“again, what’s with all the slander here, you hate me or something?” his grin grows and his eyes crinkle in a way that makes him look oddly charming for once.

you shrug. “i used to. in the beginning of the semester, at least. i wanted to punch your lights out first day of class.” that gets him laughing, his face resting against the crook of your neck. “well why didn’t you?” he asks as if it were the most normal thing on earth.

“because i’d probably be expelled, that’s why.”

“is that the only reason?”

you blink at the question, he seemed to be seriously interested at the aspect of you hitting him in any way. it was obvious by the way his face was now inches away from yours and his eyes were staring into yours with something else in their gaze. “what, did you actually want me to punch you?” you chuckle in disbelief. “mmm yeah... i wouldn’t have minded actually.” he pauses, his gaze turning suave and half lidded. “probably would’ve liked it too.” he murmurs into your ear so that only you could catch wind of that confession.

you’re stunned momentarily, silently processing his words before bursting into a fit of laughter, holding your stomach with your arms. lohen blinks and watches how you double over so abruptly and without explanation. he then opens his mouth to (probably) defend himself but you quickly cut him off. “s-sorry, sorry! i didn’t mean to laugh at that. it just caught me off guard was all.” you explain in between laughs. you don’t notice the way his eyes softened at your giggling figure, probably because he snaps himself out of it before it could fester into something else.

you calm yourself down after indulging in a rare fit of laughter and turn back to him. “you’re weird, you know that?” you say that with such a wide and vibrant expression that lohen avoids your gaze entirely. “not that it’s a bad thing, it’s endearing really.” at that lohen quickly adapts into the conversation and smirks and leans back into you all over again. “hah, i knew it! there was something you liked about me. to think you were just talking about hating me just seconds ago.” his arm doesn’t wrap around your shoulder and instead trails down to grab your waist firmly.

“don’t get too cocky now. jury’s still out on whether you’re an acquaintance or not.” you snicker.

lohen gasps dramatically, his chin now resting on your face as if you were the only people in the room right now. “acquaintance? i take offense to that. after all we’ve been through?” your hand lightly rests on his back as he talks. “you mean the one shitty study session we had once where all we did was talk out of our asses for two hours straight? yeah, you’re going to have to try harder than that.” you declare smugly.

though in response to that, lohen only hums. he stayed quiet for a minute and instead decides to inspect your face, his eyes trail around your every feature until you’re sure he’s ready to dissect you. then, just before you could open your mouth to ask him what he was doing, he leaned in closer. so close in fact that your breaths are intermingling with one another. “then let me try, yeah pretty?” he murmurs, his hand now caressing the side of your face. you blink, now suddenly getting a good look at his features, he was handsome, charming even when he wasn’t being an annoying asshole. your eyes flutter and you suddenly feel yourself getting into a daze. it was now at times like these you wished you had a drink in your system so you could blame it on the alcohol for what you do next.

for once in your life you decide to indulge lohen in something. “just try?” you whisper with a raised brow.

lohen hums in response, eyes lingering elsewhere, primarily on your lips as you speak. “yeah, unless you want something else?”

his little innuendo brings a smile to your face. “hey now, you’re passing the line.” you tease.

he smirks, “well you’re not saying no.”

“do you want me to say no?”

silence.

you lean in closer, your arms now wrapped around him, the tips of your noses are practically touching as you manage to whisper “that’s what i thought…” before pulling him into a kiss.

with the way lohen kisses back immediately you could almost conclude with total confidence that he had been waiting for a moment like this to come.

his lips are rough and desperate on yours as if wanting to devour the taste and feeling of you alone. you want to laugh and tease him a little, but instead tilt your head to the side for better access. his hands are shamelessly all over you; on your hips, your ass, waist and the small of your back. you could even feel one traveling to your chest before you pulled away with a small chuckle. “not here, moron. we’re still in public y’know?” you scold with a smile. lohen groans, impatient and wanting nothing more than to dive back in to taste you some more. “don’t care.” he grumbles softly, his lips still pressed up against your own.

you roll your eyes, gaze flickering around the room, guiding him to a more secluded corner so you at least aren’t making you in everyone’s faces. “needy…” you murmur and press your lips against his once more.

you feel a bit ashamed at how quickly you had let things escalate between the two of you, you really knew nothing about him yet here you were, pressed up against a wall with your lips smashed up against his. maybe it was because you were pent up, but it feels hypocritical to call lohen needy when you yourself are too. his kisses grow hot and messy and his hands trail down to tug at the belt of your pants, thumb sliding down under the waistband just to rile you up.

“my car…” he manages to murmur out in between kisses. “let’s go to my car.” your lips let a small noise of satisfaction escape as his teeth nibble on your bottom lip. “we’ll have more privacy there, then”—he groans softly as his other hand travels under your shirt. “t-then we’ll have all the fun we want.” he pants, eyes dazed with a lazy grin present on his face suggestively.

you’re about to open your mouth to speak, to agree like the pent up mess you are when a voice pulls you back to your senses.

“(name)? (nameeee) where are you? i think i broke a nail!” mona’s drunken voice exclaims from a distance.

your head whips around at the sound of your name being called, scanning the crowd until you spot a drunk and crying mona as she held her acrylic nail in her hands as if it were her own.

you almost laugh at the scene alone but quickly turn your head back to lohen. “we’ll talk about this later, okay?” you whisper, gently removing his hands from your hips and step back.

lohen grabs your wrist with a disgruntled look written all over his features. “do you really gotta go?” he groans like a kid who got told no for the first time. “it’s just a stupid nail… she can take care of it herself.”

“well she’s also drunk.” you sigh, wiping the saliva from your lips. “so she can’t.”

lohen clicks his tongue and it makes you roll your eyes. “i’m serious. we’ll talk later.” you pause. “we can continue where we left off another time.” that makes his gaze light up, though it was hard to tell under the dim lighting.

you lean in to kiss his cheek in compensation “just don’t don’t be a puss and back out.” you pull your hand away from his own hand’s grip on your wrist, wave him goodbye, and immediately make your way to comfort and sober up mona before she herself reached the point of total blackout.

lohen stood there for a moment, speechless for once in his smug life. he actually did it. he actually did it! all those nights spent fantasizing about how you would taste like, how you would feel like, had now come true. sure it might’ve only been a few minutes but that was all he needed. hell who was he kidding? of course it wasn’t enough. he needed more, he wanted more, and that’s probably why he ended up getting ahead of himself. he looked down at his pants and a saw a familiar bulge forming in his pants. “shit, seriously?” he hisses. curse his imagination for letting him get too excited. he looks around the room and makes a break for the bathroom once the coast was clear.

he didn’t come out until it was time to leave.

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“ugh— venti did you shove a wine bottle up your ass or are you this heavy when drunk?” you groan out as venti’s slumped and limp figure clings onto you for dear life. after almost an hour of trying to find everyone and get them back into the car, you had successfully managed to drive (without crashing) back to yours and albedo’s apartment. you sat down venti, who was babbling unintelligibly, onto the couch where he immediately flopped over like a rag doll.

you turn back to face the others. lumine had fallen asleep on the drive home but somehow managed to walk herself into your room and hasn’t come out since. you just hope she doesn’t knock anything over or makes a mess out of your room.

xiao was leaning against the wall, legs failing him as he stumbled every time he walked on his own. he kept insisting that he was fine and that he didn’t need the help, but you knew better.

“xiao, just let me walk you to the couch so you can drink your water there.” you sigh out and make your way over to him. “n…no i’m….” he immediately loses his train of thought. “‘m fine.” he slurs out in a mumbled voice. “you’re not.” you wrap an arm around his waist, ignoring his protests and sit him down on the couch. “see? you can barely stand up.” you huff and give him the glass of water he had asked for earlier in the car. “now drink up.” xiao hums in response and does as you say.

you know that he wouldn’t be much of a problem now that he was sat down somewhere so you turn your attention to the next drunk idiot of the night, albedo.

he had stumbled over to take a seat in the kitchen table the moment you all got home and now his head was resting against the cool wood. you sneak up behind him and place a hand on his shoulder. he only lets out a muffled noise in response. “c’mon, you too bedo, you also need to drink water.”

he shakes his head and slowly peeks out an eye. “it’s fine, (nickname), i’m not drunk.”

you scoff. “everyone’s told me that exact lie tonight.” you lift his head up and place the glass of water in front of him. “drink up or i’ll make you drink it.”

albedo stares down at the glass of water and pushes it away. “i don’t need it.” he insists and instead rests his head on your chest lazily.

“but you do.”

“i don’t.”

“albedo.”

the use of his actual name gets him to sigh, pick his head up and take a small sip of water. the rest of it falls down his chin.

“…it’s a start.” you mutter to yourself, watching him slowly chug down the water. “mona?” you call out to her from her spot against the front door. “how are you holding up back there?” you ask as you move to help albedo drink the glass of water while wiping the water dripping down his chin.

“i’m… okay!” mona exclaims walking in with her hand over her forehead. “just a bit dizzy.” she closes the door behind her and makes her way into the kitchen. “d’you know where the ibuprofen is?” she hisses. “my head’s pounding like crazy…”

“it’s in the second drawer to your left.” albedo drinks the last of his water and you sigh in relief. “finally.” you pause and pull out your phone from your pocket. “what time is it anyway?..” you unlock your phone only to be met with another sight.

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i think i got carried away with writing but #weball also sorry if the writing sucks i’m a bit rusty ;-;

also i’m not gonna be writing smut mostly becuz i suck at it and every time i do i turn myself off so sowwy <\3

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[bladeoflove-garden]

🪻☆ LOHEN - HAVING A CRUSH ON YOU (pt.1)

First time writing for Lohen.

I was so anxious and so scared to post this — a character I love so much, but who, deep down, is so complex that he kept me busy for days writing so little.

I truly hope you like it ~

☆ Thorns: no one

☆ Flowers included: Lohen beginning to fall in love / reader still unaware of Lohen's feelings

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☆ So discreet when the attraction toward you begins that only after the signs repeat themselves over and over again would someone more used to Lohen’s presence begin to notice that he pays more attention to you than he should.

A shift of his gaze focused on you during some patrol or while walking through the city.

When you pass through the hallway where he is, bored, leaning against the wall while tossing his dagger upward and catching it back in his hand, and Lohen holds it still instead of making it spin in the air once more — his attentive gaze follows you, and Lohen only returns to what he was doing when you disappear from sight.

☆ He denies being interested in you — but denies it with his eyes fixed on you while he walks and you are distracted in the distance.

Depending on who is with him — and on how bored the subject makes him — Lohen does not mind letting it show that his main attention is on what you are doing in the background.

However, when his companion gives up on talking to Lohen and tries to leave to solve with another superior whatever needs to be solved, they will immediately be surprised by the dagger flying close to their hand already on the door handle.

Lohen’s eyes are still fixed on you.

— I’ll take the camp in the south. Gather the forces to deal with what is being raised in the north. If Varka has problems in the southwest, I’ll get there in time to solve the problem.

Well, at least Lohen was listening to every word of the conversation.

☆ Absolutely: an eagle eye on you while you go on with your tasks during the day. He absorbs the details about you and still does what he needs to do naturally.

Discreet and efficient.

Fast and effective.

☆ Once, you crossed paths in one of the hallways. He was leaving a meeting with Varka, you were entering to deliver some papers.

Trying to make space for Lohen and two other knights to pass, you bumped into the nearby furniture and the decorative vase wobbled.

It was already halfway to the floor and you were already expecting the loud crash of shards when... Nothing.

With grace and agility, Lohen reaches the vase and returns it to its place as if his reflexes were a mere triviality.

He greeted you with an ironic comment without being cruel — not as he could be. What Lohen expects — with his attentive gaze — is your reaction: he wants to know if you get embarrassed or feel confronted, if he hits your pride or some insecurity.

He amuses himself even more if you try to hide any reaction, if you try to act indifferent or merely “professional.”

Lohen sees through your mask and is satisfied by being able to penetrate your social defenses.

☆ He questions himself deeply about why he is so interested in you if you are... Normal.

If he has to spend five more minutes observing you while you have done nothing interesting all day besides solving everyday situations, Lohen feels like he will doze off from boredom leaning against that very post.

He forces himself to leave, but it irritates him how much effort he needed to make — a part of Lohen seemed willing to suffer deep boredom in exchange for being able to continue contemplating you.

☆ Lohen may, until then, not have gone after you; he believes he has no reason to distract himself with you and these feelings while there is an entire world of enemies to hunt out there.

☆ Please, let a romantic interest appear in your life. Lohen will love having a “rival” to compete against.

It certainly would not be a competition to win you over — not directly, not intentionally.

Maybe he does not have much to do at first, especially if the guy is only an ordinary civilian; but things change in tone if that guy joins the Knights of Favonius: Lohen will certainly have a new target to experiment with.

☆ (The deepest part of him wishes that you would see and witness his true personality in action, at its peak — and not run away. However, this early on, he does not want to scare you)

Lohen will play with you and test you, and infiltrate your life without formally asking permission, but every step is calculated, both in how much he shows you and in how much he allows you to see.

☆ You will know that Lohen has a different or exclusive interest in you when you notice that he always opens doors for you when he has the chance.

But only for you.

Any other person who comes right after you, Lohen pretends not to have seen: he closes the door immediately — and, depending on who it is, he may still make an ironic comment about that person not paying attention or not having enough reflexes to deal with a door.

At that moment, the smile he gives you is gentle. And when he opens his eyes as he turns his back and leaves, the reddish glow in his irises is intense enough to cause a shiver of worry in your conscience — it is like the gaze of a beast circling its prey in the middle of the night, undecided whether such interest is hunting instinct from hunger or a threatened ego.

Hope you enjoyed! 💐

[chai-writes-stuff]

natural selection | lohen x reader | NSFW | oneshot

summary: your mother told you that a good bunny never trusts a hare. you're sorry, but you can't be the good girl she wanted you to be. themes: hybrid-canonverse!AU, hybrid-hare!lohen, hybrid-bunny!reader, breeding kink, teasing, bunny mannerisms, dry humping, mating press, standing sex, light humor, porn with feelings, smut and angst, they're in love your honor ♡ word count: 2.7k

It had been approximately seven days since you made accidental eye contact with a hare. Coincidentally, it had been approximately seven days since you were last able to catch a break.

“Too slow!” Lohen exclaimed. “Seriously, Bunny, try a little harder, won’t you?”

Your head whipped around desperately, trying to find the inconspicuous hare’s voice within the dense woods surrounding you. The floppy set of bunny ears on your head were no match for those of Lohen’s—a pair of hare ears that stood straight and were able to detect sound like no other. Feeling your heart pound against your ribcage, you were entrapped by the dire sensation of fight or flight. To run meant to invite him to chase, but to fight was certainly going to end in disaster. What was there for you to do other than to stand paralyzed, unsure of when or how Lohen was going to torment you this time?

“Boo!”

You screamed when you heard his voice, and with a maniacal laugh, he barreled into you. The momentum of your collision sent you both tumbling across the earthen ground, snapping branches and crushing fallen leaves in your wake. Your head was spinning by the time you stopped, that frustrating hare pinning you to the ground beneath him with a cocky grin on his face. You could already feel the bulge in his trousers, pressing into you as he leaned closer.

“You’re terrible at this,” he said, laughing. “Can’t you make the hunt a little more fun?”

“No!” you replied in a sputter. “I didn’t agree to it in the first place!”

“You think you’re gonna be agreeing to it if some other hare catches a whiff of you? If anything, you should be thanking me. It’s great training.”

Your chest heaved with erratic breaths. Staring up into his crimson eyes, your legs squirmed around his hips, heels digging into the mossy ground. Lohen watched you with his shiteating grin, letting you rut against him as your instincts overwhelmed your sensibilities. Rather whiny about it, you wailed, “What kind of mate are you?!”

“Oh, so now I’m your mate.”

“You’re the one who went and decided it!” you sputtered. “Be responsible for your actions!”

“I didn’t decide anything. All I said was that you’re a bunny and I’m a hare. It’s literally in our nature to fuck like crazy, so why not fuck each other?” His teeth peeked through his grin, one of his tall hare ears twitching as if it were nodding in agreement. “Less risky that way, yeah?”

You fervently shook your head. “Don’t talk to me about risk! You’ve put my life in danger for your ego ten times already!”

“Hey, hey—I’d never put you in danger,” he replied stubbornly. “I just use you to attract danger. I love messing with those horny rabbits that come running after you. It’s great entertainment. But,” he said, eyes twinkling, “I’d never let them touch a hair on your pretty little head, Bunny.”

“So then why do I have to train for it?!” you whined. “If you’re going to handle them anyway, then cut the theatrics and fuck me when I ask you to!”

“Jeez,” Lohen said, wincing. “Someone’s needy. To think just yesterday you smacked me for grabbing your ass.”

“You grabbed my ass in public!” you growled. “At work! In front of so many knights!”

“So? How else are they gonna know you’re mine?”

“You are so irritating!”

Your nails clambered for purchase along his shoulders, your hips humping against the curve of his lap. Wetness spread through your undergarments, soaking into the crotch of his pants as you repeatedly mashed yourself into him. Lohen watched you struggle, snickering as he saw fit.

How did you even end up like this? You were simply a new addition to the Knights of Favonius’s ranks, and not even as a member of the militia force. Your role was one that was both simple and safe, a career path that your parents had always desired for you. Your mother had warned you time and time again that a good bunny remained out of the line of fire, kept her head down, and did not get entangled with hares.

“Lohen,” you were whining, tears streaming down your cheeks. Your cunt throbbed, your hips flailing up against his. “Please, I need you.”

“Oh? ‘Need’s a strong word, Bunny.”

“You motherfucker,” you gasped, nails digging into his coat. “Do you want me to beg? Is that it?”

He snorted. “I think you’re begging plenty already, Bun. I’m just taking in the view, you know?”

“Ngh,” you grunted, hinging your knee forward, then back. Again, you pressed your crotch to his, and your leg moved with a mind of its own, your foot stomping into the ground beneath you. You pressed your eyes shut, feeling a shamed heat spread through your neck and into the tops of your cheeks. Your leg jerked repeatedly, and as your stomping grew faster, Lohen only laughed. Leaning his mouth down to your jaw, his voice ghosted hot across your chin.

“You’re so cute when you start thumping, Bun,” he purred in a low, rumbling voice. “Almost makes me wanna fuck you.”

You thumped your foot again, your heart pounding ten times as hard. Letting out a series of embarrassing, dissatisfied grunts, you wriggled beneath Lohen, your animal instincts flaring through your core. Slick upon slick upon slick—you were far too ready for him, but just like a troublesome hare, Lohen did not abide you. Your nails clawed at the fabric of his cape, tears budding the corners of your eyes when your angered grunts mixed with needy whimpers.

What would your parents think if they could see you now? What would your mother; the woman who warned you about hares since you were a child; say, were she privy to how attached you had become to one? You were supposed to be your parents’ golden bunny, yet here you were—laying on the forest floor with a hare on top of you, pleading for him to fulfill your carnal desires.

The worst part was that you didn’t care. Let your parents weep over their disappointment of a daughter. Whenever this hare set his hands on you, you felt alive.

“Please,” you were whispering, high-pitched and breathy. “Lohen, please, I—ngh.” Another involuntary thump of your foot. “I want you.”

He chuckled against the soft of your floppy ear. Giving you a playful nibble, he whispered, “Good job, Bun. I think I like the sound of that a little better.”

You exhaled, your breath shaking as it exited your throat. Lohen reached down to his hip, and when you heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper, you whined his name. He glanced at you with those gorgeous red eyes of his, the ones that had gotten you so whipped for him in the first place, and gave you a smirk so coy, you could die for him right then and there.

It wasn’t the fact that he was a hare that had you so entranced by him. It was the fact that that hare was Lohen.

“Lift up for me?” he asked, giving your legs the lightest of touches. You moved in accordance with him, and as he guided you through it, he said, “Uh-huh, like that.”

His teeth poked through his charming smile. Eyes roaming the length of your body, Lohen purred, “Good girl…you’re so flexible.”

Your knees quivered by your head. Truly, you weren’t built to bend or twist like this, but for Lohen, you would try.

“So pretty,” he murmured, his hands stroking the backs of your upturned thighs. His eyes were trained on your cunt, a flush of red decorating his grinning face. “Are you as wet as I think you are, Bun?”

Desperately, you nodded.

He relinquished a close-lipped laugh. “Guess I’ll have to be the judge of that.”

The sensation of his hot glans against your slick folds sent you curving back into the moss. You reached for your knees, keeping them held back for him, even though your body burned from the strain of it. Making sounds that you’d rather die than hear when you weren’t in a mating state, your toes curled into your flailing feet.

“You’re thumping the air, Bun,” Lohen said, like it wasn’t already obvious. He continued to smear himself up and down the length of your cunt, providing barely enough stimulation to suppress your feral urges. You recalled how full he made you feel, every single night over the past seven days of knowing him, and grunted pitifully.

Hares were generally larger than bunnies—faster and far more powerful, too. Maybe that was why you were so attracted to Lohen, who was lithe like a bunny on the surface, yet so unmistakably hare below the belt. The stretch of his tip against your hole, teasing you, had you sobbing.

“Fuck—me,” you choked out, trying to thump, thump, thump. “Lohen, please. Do something useful, please.”

His sly grin fell from his face. Staring down at you with an open mouth, he began to pant into the air, his ears twitching erratically. Watching your face still, he rubbed his beading head against your sensitive clit, and in a murmur, said, “I wanna breed you so bad.”

That was the thing about hares and bunnies—they both had an insatiable desire to fuck, fuck, fuck—but they weren’t compatible for breeding. That was why bunnies like you were taught to be wary of hares like Lohen, with their silver tongues and promises of sweet nothings. Your whole life, you had been taught that a hare only wanted one thing from a bunny, and that was to use her as he saw fit.

“Bun,” Lohen said, red-faced and gasping. “I wanna breed.”

You couldn’t, and yet—.

“Put it in,” you gasped back. “Lohen, if you want to breed, you have to put it in.”

He let out an odd, strangled noise. Maybe he appreciated the fact that you didn’t point out the obvious, or maybe he was getting influenced by your own state of need. Whatever the case, Lohen’s thick head sank right into your dripping hole, and with a gradual push of his hips, you were full of him.

Were you crying? Were you calling his name? Or were you praying to the Archons above for forgiveness?

“How do you—,” Lohen’s breath hitched. “How do you want me, Bun?”

“Hard,” you slurred. “Hard, Lohen, hard.”

His boots shuffled across the grassy forest floor. Half-squatting over you, Lohen placed his hands to the back of yours, helping you keep yourself ever so delicately folded in half for him. After a glance at you, assessing your comfort level no doubt, he quickly smacked his pelvis to yours.

You were flailing again, your throat hoarse from your cries. Slowly, Lohen’s girth retreated within you, and right when you were just a touch from empty, it shoved into you all at once all over again.

“Lohen,” you were sobbing, your nails digging into your own flesh. “Lohen.”

“Bun,” he panted back. “You’re…so fuckin’ tight.”

The slam of his hips punctuated his sentence. This was almost too much for you.

“Fuck, I…” Lohen hissed aloud. “I want to breed so bad, Bun. Fuck a bunny right…into you.”

With each final word, came another forceful pound of his dick inside of you. Your lower lip was quivering from your sobs and whines, and when Lohen noticed, he squeezed his hands around yours, hesitating.

“How do you want me?” he asked tenderly.

“Harder,” you choked. “Even harder.”

Lohen held you midair. It was unfathomable, how quickly he could fuck you while also supporting all of your body weight in those lean arms of his. You had never doubted Lohen’s strength, but it was times like these that reminded you just how lucky you were to have a hare like him.

Your back was pressed to a nearby tree trunk, giving Lohen the leverage to grunt by your ear. The way he chuffed and whined, nuzzling against your floppy ear with lustful fervor all the while, made your mind feel fuzzier than the ears atop his head. The pound of his hips was relentless, reminiscent of a hare in rut, and as the wet slaps of his body against yours filled the air around you, you worried for a moment that you may attract the attention of any keen-nosed rabbits who happened to wander by.

“Bunny,” Lohen was gasping. “Your pussy feels so good.”

What could you do in response to that, other than grab a fistful of his hair and wail? His breath hitched against your sensitive ear, and in a growling voice, he asked, “You gonna take it?”

Yes, yes, yes—of course you would.

“How much?”

All of it. All of it.

Lohen laughed, that giggle slowly turning into a hot moan. Pounding you so fast that you weren’t sure your womb would make it through this, he dug his teeth into your neck and groaned.

“Bunny,” he mumbled through mouthfuls of your skin, sharp pain mixing with sweet pleasure. “I wanna give you a hare that looks just like you.”

Why did your eyes bud with tears, when you thought about the impossibility of it?

“Fuck, Bun,” Lohen gasped, fucking you so hard your back shifted up the tree with each thrust. “You’d be such a good mom.”

“Please stop,” you sobbed, your nails clambering for purchase in the flesh of his shoulders. “Lohen.”

“You’re gonna give me what I want,” he whispered, the bridge of his nose ghosting against yours, “won’t you, Bun?”

You biologically couldn’t. You knew you couldn’t.

“Yes,” you whined anyway, throbbing and clenching around his plunging dick. “I will.”

His eyes widened. A shadow of darkness cast across his face, and in a soft, tiny whisper, he said, “Thank you.”

His mouth was on yours before you could think to respond. He kissed you hard, filling your mouth with the taste of mint bubblegum, a silly habit of his that you had found quite bunny-like for a hare, but was quickly becoming one of your favorite parts of him. Stretching your arms around his neck, you pulled him in close, the taste of your salty tears dancing between your clashing mouths. There was euphoria, there was longing, and there was a gnawing ache within you—the pain spurred from your inability to meet your mate’s needs.

If only you were a hare, like him. Strong like him, fast like him, able to keep up with his every move the way he was able to keep up with yours. Maybe then things wouldn’t be so hard for you. Maybe Lohen would be happier.

“I love you,” he said when your lips parted, his cheeks as crimson as those sweet eyes of his.

Your lower lip trembled.

“Fuck,” he spat, his eyes fluttering shut. “Here you go, Bunny.”

Dear Gods, this was what you needed. To feel him pumping you full, filling your womb with every last drop of his love for you. To cum from the pure stimulation of his affections; gasping, hot, and blinding; knowing that even if his seed would never take, he loved you.

“Good girl,” Lohen whispered fiercely, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Really good girl.”

“I love you,” you whined back, hiccuping through your sobs. “I wish I could be a mom for you.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Don’t cry over it, Bun.” He smiled, his eyes softening. “You know I was just saying things, right? I don’t want you to stress over it.”

“I just,” you croaked, “want to give you what you want.”

“…You really do love me.”

You nodded. Lohen chuckled.

“Well. I’m glad you picked me, Bun.”

Your hands smoothed out around his shoulders. He leaned in so close, his smiling lips brushed yours.

“You can do it,” he crooned. “I’ll just fuck you until you can. Sound good?”

You smiled, laughing in spite of your tears. Nodding, you said, “That sounds wonderful, Lohen.”

“One more time then?”

“One more—time!”

Leaning your head against the pine-scented bark, you offered your prayers to Celestia. Once more, your favorite hare began another passionate attempt to complete you, and you couldn’t have been more enamored with him if you tried.

Sure, you may have been a bad daughter. Disobedient and unwise. But whenever Lohen touched you, you never felt anything but the love between you. If that was so wrong, then you didn’t mind being bad at all.

a/n: as soon as i did more research into bunnies vs hares and realized they couldn't mate... i was like shiet lets turn this a lil angsty. p.s. did yall know bunnies thump and grunt when mad? teehee. this is a oneshot that is tumblr-exclusive (for now)! if you liked it, please consider leaving a heart! (˶>⩊<˶) ♡ might crosspost it to AO3, but im not sure if i might want to continue this hybrid!AU so i'd rather wait and see first. if you would like to be tagged for my genshin x reader content, please check my rules post! ♡ 🩵⊹ lohen's bunnies Ი𐑼🩵 @windsgasp, @hk-library, @pandasandcreampuffs, @swansloves, @captaintucki, @fionnalovesanimeboys, @konzumeken, @jiaennie, @loonytunesmith, @darealsubreposter, @orphicmasterpeace, @h1ghscore, @narumichii, @lohensn1wifey, @zhongloml, @curiouslilbeast, @thatoneem0kid, @julie0444, @illegalseaweed, @rinsowangiy, @solluxyuriblast, @irrelevant-kermit, @ang3lfall, @kithewanderingme, @thimiko, @prettysweet02, @arisaturn, @agathawells, @kirbykirbx, @aoi-schoenheit, @heavyonsloth, @thatoneem0kid, @s-shsh, @soonette, @rioceanid masterlist | ask | ao3 | more of this pair

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fleeting glances

O9. do not fumble

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[kinichiwa]

insufficient evidence ft. LOHEN

synopsis: lately, Varka has noticed that something's not quite right with his two vice captains — and he is determined to find out what.

before you read: lohen x fem!reader, vice captain of 4th company reader, brief mention of alcohol, PDA, varka cameo/pov, varka is comedic relief and sick of you & lohen's antics, lohen & reader basically ragebait varka, inspired by this fic

wc: 4.1k,,, give it a chance!!

Varka is an observant man.

That skill has helped him lead the expeditionary force that marched to the northernmost parts of Teyvat, form a temporary alliance with the Fatui Harbinger II Capitano, and cultivate the budding talents of numerous young Mondstadters like Razor and Noelle — the future of Mondstadt, he’s sure.

The Grand Master was, reputedly, a man of keen perception (well, minus the one time he overestimated his limit and drank so much he forgot why he went to visit Mavuika in the first place. Varka likes to believe that doesn’t count, though).

That’s why it doesn’t take long for him to notice when two of his vice captains begin lying to him.

Fine — he supposes “lying” isn’t the most fair word to describe whatever the hell was going on between you and Lohen, but the Grand Master had been observing the two of you as of late, and he couldn’t be more sure that his inscrutable 4th and 5th company vice captains were up to something.

For instance, Lohen — that little battle manic who rarely sought “friendship” unless he intended to use it for personal gain — had begun sticking to you like a slime. Weirdly enough, you seemed to reciprocate his enthusiasm, always inviting him for a spar at The Thousand Winds Temple.

At first, Varka didn't think too much of it. Whatever, maybe you were just being polite and entertaining the young captain's antics. Or, perhaps he had bribed you with that "friendship fee" of his — that was a possibility.

However, the more time you and Lohen spent together, the more you clung to one another, creating a bond Varka couldn't seem to write down as mere "friendliness":

I.

The first time Varka felt something was off with you two occurred during a rather mundane commission. The Knights of Favonius had received news regarding a massive Hilichurl camp near Windrise; concerned about its proximity to the main city, he had ordered his most capable knights to clear out the camps with him.

The commission goes swimmingly, like it always does — that is, until he hears a pained yelp belonging to his 4th company vice captain cut through the air. Immediately, Varka swivels his head 180 degrees to the point that he almost gets whiplash, but it’s worth it, because he witnesses the most astonishing sight before him: Lohen completely abandoning the massive Mitachurl he’d been sparring (probably with delight, knowing him) to rush to your aid.

“Lo,” you gasp weakly, groaning as you press a bloody palm against the gash at your waist (“Lo”? When the hell did you call that rascal such a sweet nickname?). Varka needs only to blink once before the offending monster crumbles to dust by a swift stab of Lohen’s dagger. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think Lohen looked far more frightening than usual as he decimated the creature — if that was even possible, anyway.

Varka stands motionless, stunned as Lohen instantly drops to your side. The crazed look in his eyes vanishes in favor of a concerned one, and the vice captain is visibly tense as he mutters a choice of curse words before scanning your body for injuries.

“Ah…” Lohen sucks in a sharp breath, uncharacteristically quiet. “Do you feel…alright?”

You shoot him a rather unimpressed look, elbowing him in the ribs with the remaining strength you have. “Does it look like I feel alright?”

Lohen raises both hands in surrender, shaking his head with a forced chuckle. “Right, right. C’mon, let’s get you fixed up.”

The remaining knights get the job done quickly. The entire Hilichurl camp is cleared out within seconds, but Varka cannot bring himself to care when there’s a miracle occurring right in front of his eyes. It’s true that despite Lohen’s usual aggressive and battle-hungry nature, the rascal had never ceased to look out for his fellow knights — but this time was different. There was surely something wrong with Lohen’s reaction today, and Varka couldn’t put his finger on what it was.

He only snaps out of his trance when Lohen’s grating voice pierces the air again. “Hey, Varka! Stop standing there like an idiot and get this young lady some medical aid, will ya?”

Varka grunts in response, beckoning the rest of his knights to follow. “Right,” he mutters under his breath, staring at the two of you. 

The bane of the Grand Master’s existence walks off with your arm around his shoulders. As Varka catches up, he could almost swear to Barbatos he hears Lohen tease: “You seemed distracted today — thinkin' about me too much? Okay, okay, I’m just kidding! Just…be more careful next time, kay? I really don’t like seeing you hurt.”

Varka shakes his head disbelievingly. Oh, yeah. He’s absolutely keeping an eye on the both of you from now on.

II. 

And so he does. 

The second time Varka notices something off about you two, he’s already drunk, head warm and fuzzy from the combination of alcohol and overstimulating noise echoing through the first floor of Angel’s Share.

The beer works well to clear his mind of most worries, though not the one clear goal he’s had since that last commission: to find out exactly what was going on between you and Lohen. Tonight was the perfect chance to do so — as long as one of you gets a little drunk, he supposes — so he leans against the table to peer at you two.

To no one’s surprise, you’re seated next to Lohen, who was nursing an apple cider in his hands. While he seemed quite awake and aware of his surroundings (much to Varka’s displeasure), the dandelion wine in your hands had rendered you tipsy, and you were already mumbling lazily against Lohen’s shoulder.

Perfect.

Varka clears his throat loudly in hopes of catching your attention.

“Uh, vice cap!”

Both you and Lohen turn your heads to face him simultaneously. That synchronism only makes Varka even more suspicious (yes, you were both vice captains, but he doesn’t care. That definitely meant something), so he decides that he must start an inconspicuous conversation in an effort to dig deeper. What counts as inconspicuous, Varka doesn’t really know — especially when he’s this buzzed from the beer in his tankard. Still, he knows he must try, so he blurts out the first thing that comes to mind.

“Ah, I’ve gotta confess — I kinda miss the days when Jean was Acting Grand Master!” he starts, words already slurring into an aimless ramble. “I swear to Barbatos, I’ve been bombarded with reports these days! It makes me want to mysteriously disappear again…uh, not that I’d want to dump all the paperwork on somebody else, of course…”

You and Lohen glance at each other, unable to hide your snickering. It makes Varka frown a bit — what was up with kids and their disrespect these days??

He does feel a bit better, though, when the two of you turn around to pay him attention once more.

“Hah, I get you, Grand Master–” you start.

“Oh, she really does–” Lohen adds, tone reeking of amusement and mockery.

You smirk, slapping the little rascal’s arm to shut him up (serves him right, Varka thinks). “No, no, I really do. I mean, I think I’d probably die if I had a mountain of paperwork on my desk every day. Y’know, Grand Master, I see you hiding away in the most random places to escape your work and take a nap.”

Varka huffs in indignation, face going a bit red at being discovered by his vice captain, but you cut him off before he can say anything.

“I’m a bit envious, though,” you sigh. “I wish I could sneak away to take a nap, considering I haven’t been sleeping well these days–”

Before you can finish your sentence, though, Lohen cuts in. His words are knowing and concerned, something Varka has probably witnessed from him maybe twice in this lifetime.

“Nightmares about the Wild Hunt again?” the vice captain murmurs, eyes softening in sympathy. “Was that why you were shaking in your sleep?”

You begin to nod in response, except a few seconds later, a look of realization flashes in your eyes. Varka follows your gaze as it anxiously scans across the table of fellow knights — all either too drunk or too engrossed in their own conversations to pay you and Lohen any mind.

Varka narrows his eyes. Everyone else may have missed that slip up, but he absolutely did not. He takes another swig of his beer before slamming the tankard down with a large thud. The Grand Master watches in satisfaction as you glance at him with wide eyes, visibly surprised at the sudden action.

“Lohen”, he huffs, suddenly getting a rush of liquid courage. Varka points a finger accusingly at the ranged company’s vice captain, a victorious smirk on his lips. “Tell me, how do you know what kinda dreams she’s been having, huh?”

Unfortunately, Lohen merely returns his question with an infuriatingly innocent smile, shrugging oh so casually in response.

“Heh- Great question, Grandmaster! You see, it’s simply because we’ve camped together during expeditions,” he drawls. “Our 4th company vice captain talks quite a lot in her sleep.”

Before Varka can protest, you mirror Lohen’s stupid innocent smile and cut in. “He’s right, Grand Master. Alas, I do talk out loud in my sleep — I have some pretty vivid dreams.” You glance toward Lohen, winking at him. “Thanks for putting up with my sleep talking, vice captain.”

Varka feels his right eye twitch at your unbelievable response. He looks between the two of you, opening his mouth in an attempt to complain, yet nothing comes out.

There’s no way he’s been conned. Again.

III.

After losing his only lead in the tavern a week ago, Varka had decided to give up and chugged 10 more beer bottles out of frustration.

If you and Lohen wanted to evade the truth, then so be it. He had far more important matters to attend to anyway — like the never-ending requisition forms currently spilling across his desk, or what to do with the poor new recruits Lohen was supposedly “testing” (more like torturing) with his increasingly dangerous poisoned drinks. 

Varka sighs, shoving his chair back and beckoning Lohen to gather the stack of forms and follow him out of the office. No matter — he would deal with the little rascal later. First, there were probably four more tasks he needed to complete before sitting his vice captain down for a more serious talk about his "tactics."

He’s mid-stride across the headquarters lobby, Lohen half a step in front of him, when he notices two familiar figures by the staircase. Varka squints. The Cavalry Captain is leaning against the railing, one arm braced on the wall beside your head. His face is far too close to yours, and Varka can't seem to put a finger on why the two of you together feels wrong.

As Kaeya notices the two men approach, the corner of his mouth quirks up, amused and expectant. He doesn’t turn to look, though, gaze still trained on you.

“I never see you off duty, vice captain,” he says smoothly, regarding you with a pleasant smile. “It’s a shame, really.”

Varka hears you laugh, a sweet sound falling from your lips. In front of him, Lohen instantly stops in his tracks.

He nearly walks straight into the little rascal — Varka’s sure he would have, if it weren’t for his amazing reaction time. He shoots Lohen an exasperated look, about to tell him off, but when his eyes land on the vice captain, he realizes that Lohen isn’t looking at him at all. Instead, Varka traces his icy stare to the staircase, where you were still chatting happily with the Cavalry Captain.

Ah.

He reaches out to place a soothing hand on Lohen’s shoulder, ready to stop him from whatever impulsive decision he was going to make, but the idiot was already striding toward you and Kaeya. 

“Vice captain,” Lohen greets you, voice paper thin. There's a shadow cast across his face, one that reminds Varka of the same unsettling expression he wore after returning from that underground auction. “These requisition forms require your countersignature. It’s urgent.”

Varka blinks, mouth falling open at the scene unfolding before him. Those forms were not urgent, relative to all his other paperwork. In fact, they weren’t even meant for the 4th company. But for some odd reason, Lohen was lying to your face, right in front of the Grand Master whom those papers belonged to.

You tilt your head questioningly, as if beckoning him to explain, but Lohen doesn’t bother to wait. He casually steps between you and Kaeya, making sure to completely block the Cavalry Captain from your view, before handing you the stack of forms in his hands.

Varka doesn’t miss the way Lohen’s fingers brush against yours for a second too long.

The sound of Kaeya’s chuckle snaps Varka out of his trance, and he finally manages to pick his jaw back up. He watches as the Cavalry Captain pushes off the wall, hands raised in mock surrender. 

“Ah, business calls. Expected nothing less from the ever busy young lady."

It isn’t until Lohen has herded you up the stairs, palm pressed insistently against your lower back, that Kaeya spares Varka a glance. There’s an amused glint in his eyes, as if he knows something the older man doesn’t.

“Forms,” he chuckles to himself, tasting the word on his tongue. The captain’s tone reeks of mockery. “How dreadfully urgent.”

Varka opens his mouth — to say what exactly, he didn’t know — but Kaeya was already strolling up the stairs, throwing a couple of words over his shoulder. 

“She’s very lucky. Don’t you think, Grand Master?”

Varka exhales slowly, not knowing whether to feel absolutely infuriated or exhilarated. There was no way in Teyvat he was getting any paperwork done after that — but perhaps his lead from last week hadn’t disappeared after all.

IV. 

In the next few days, Varka forced himself into work. For the sake of productivity, he desperately tried not to recall Lohen’s icy stare at the Cavalry Captain, or the way you’d let yourself be led away by the man without a single protest. Anyone could tell he had failed, though, by the stacks of unfinished papers still spread across his desk.

At least he’s learned something useful from the ordeal: it seemed that if Celestia wished to grant him more evidence of you and Lohen’s weirdness around each other, then it would do so during the most random, mundane, and totally unsuspicious moments of the day. Alas, there was no further point in lurking around the 4th and 5th company’s offices. He’s sure he would’ve accidentally walked in on you and Lohen making out, anyway.

Varka shakes his head in horror. Yeah — he’d rather not imagine that.

-

Ugh. 

The Grand Master groans, pinching the bridge of his nose as he walks into the mess hall. It’s only dawn, yet Jean had sternly insisted that he begin today’s work early. Varka supposes it was his own fault. After all, he clearly wasn’t disciplined enough to stop thinking about the past days’ events, resulting in more than usual leftover work. Still, he thinks he deserves some leniency considering the things he has witnessed.

Varka reaches for the coffee pot, grumbling to himself about how unfair everything was. He’s about to pour a cup for himself until suddenly, he hears familiar voices drifting from the kitchen.

He pauses. That was your voice. It was a tad sleepy and exasperated, yet no doubt belonged to his 4th company vice captain.

And right after that was definitely Lohen’s low rumble in response, though Varka couldn’t exactly make out the little rascal’s words.

Carefully, Varka sets down the coffee pot and begins creeping toward the kitchen doorway. He feels like a criminal about to commit atrocious sins — he really hopes there's no one else in the mess hall witnessing the embarrassment he's making of himself. Back pressed against cold marble, his head peeks out from behind the wall. 

You were at the stove with a spatula in hand, hair still a little mussed from sleep. Lohen doesn’t seem to mind, though, as he leans against the counter beside you. He’s slouched over, shoulder brushing against yours as he greedily takes up your personal space. You don’t seem to mind that, either.

“Stop staring,” you huff, without sparing Lohen a glance. “Go make yourself useful and grab the plates.”

However, Lohen doesn’t move an inch. If anything, he seems to shuffle even closer to you, voice lazy and amused as he responds: “Hey, don’t be so mean! I just like watching you.”

You fake gag at his response, but there’s an evident smile tugging at the corner of your lips — Varka could see that much from the doorway. “You’re insufferable.”

“You’ve mentioned.”

You shake your head and lift a spoon from whatever was sizzling in the pan, holding it out toward Lohen. The vice captain leans down, making a show of slowly taking the silverware into his mouth. You look at him weirdly, but he only flashes you a cheshire grin as he pulls back to lick his lips.

“Very good, as always! But more salt.”

You sigh, raising an eyebrow at him. “You always say that. Do you just like the taste of overwhelming saltiness or something?” you deadpan. “Actually…don’t answer that, you freak.”

Lohen laughs. “Yes. But I also say that because you always undersalt.”

“I do not–”

“You do,” he replies smoothly. The ease and certainty with which Lohen insists on this makes Varka suspect that the two of you have had this argument more than just once or twice.

You turn to glare at him, raising your spatula like a weapon. Lohen looks obviously amused at your crazed appearance, not at all concerned about your supposed threat.

“You bastard, I’ve never undersalted your food–”

Lohen smirks, reaching up to wipe something from the corner of your lip. Varka can’t tell what it is exactly, but what he can tell is that you freeze mid-sentence, voice faltering to nothingness. Instead of dropping his hand back to his side, Lohen shifts it down, cupping your jaw gently. He tilts your chin up so you’re forced to meet his gaze, already looking way too happy with himself.

“What were ya saying, now?”

“...stop trying to distract me,” you mumble, but your voice had gone noticeably breathier, like the movement had completely stolen the air from your lungs.

“Well, is it working?”

You don’t reply, instead turning back to the stove, but there’s an obvious flush creeping up your neck from where Varka stands. Lohen’s hand casually falls to your lower back as he leans around you to grab the salt shaker himself. 

“No worries, I’ll just do it myself,” he hums.

“Whatever,” you sigh. “You always end up doing it yourself, anyway. Picky, aren’t you?”

Varka bites hard on his tongue, forcing himself not to make a noise somewhere between awe and frustration. Oh, you liars. He was so going to station you in Brightcrown Mountains, as far away as possible from Dornman Port.

V.

In the following week, Varka continued to witness a rinse and repeat of these much-too-friendly interactions. By this point, he was 99.99% sure that the two of you were together — how could you not be? Sure, the Grand Master had nothing concrete, but he’d collected all the circumstantial evidence possible throughout the past month.

It was rather irksome.

He has to remind himself that you two are fully competent adults by now. If you wanted to keep your lives private, it was absolutely your right. Still, having known you and Lohen for the years that he did, Varka couldn’t help but suspect that you two were doing this on purpose — mocking and taunting him with these displays of affection while offering nothing absolute. It was you and Lohen, for Barbatos’s sake. If the two of you weren’t intentionally irritating him, then pigs could fly.

The matter was so irritating that after a particularly long meeting with Jean at the headquarters, Varka decided to take a walk through the garden courtyard. It was the perfect chance to clear his head before bed after that dual headache, he tells himself. A beautiful view and no one to pester him about the never-ending paperwork and two lying vice captains.

Varka rounds the corner, sighing softly as his gaze catches the familiar sight. The small courtyard is bathed in silver moonlight, fountain murmuring quietly at the center. The low hedges cast soft shadows against the stone walls, providing a sort of comfort to the exhausted man.

A beautiful view and no one to pester him. At least, that’s what the walk should have been — because he suddenly recognizes two very familiar people in the garden.

You’re pressed against the base of the windmill just beside the fountain, Lohen’s body caging you in. Neither of you seem to notice the Grand Master — considering that Lohen’s faced the opposite way and completely obstructing your view of anything else but him — but the two of you probably wouldn’t have noticed him anyway. Not when the little rascal was kissing you like a man starved, your hands tangled in his hair and pulling his body flush against yours.

Varka’s first instinct is to turn 180 degrees and run for his life, but his feet stay stubbornly rooted to the ground. His eyes take in details he’d rather not remember, like how Lohen has one hand braced against the wall beside your head, the other wrapped firmly around your waist. He’s pulled you in so close that there's not a breath of space between you two — Varka doesn’t remember the last time he’s seen Lohen look so starved for anything that wasn’t battle or bloodshed.

Boldly, you pull at the roots of his hair. Varka’s sure the little freak groaned at that, but even if he did, the Grand Master wouldn’t know. He wouldn’t know because it would’ve been covered by the rather loud and startled noise that leaves his lips at the sight.

Lohen goes completely still against you. Varka has to swallow his pride as he awkwardly shuffles in place, grimacing when the vice captain turns to meet his gaze.

“I–” he starts, voice uncharacteristically meek. “This isn’t– I wasn’t–”

Lohen’s expression doesn’t change, remaining completely unreadable. Varka thinks his vice captain is probably about to chop him to bits with that dagger, until he hears another voice ring out.

“Ah, Grand Master.”

It's your voice, light and amused and clearly not angry with him. You peek out from behind Lohen’s shoulder, shooting Varka a delighted grin.

“Grand Master," Lohen echoes, lips twitching into the barest hint of a smirk.

“Don’t ‘Grand Master’ me like that,” Varka grunts, pointing a finger at his ranged company vice captain. “Y-you knew I was here?” He doesn’t even wait for a response, gaze snapping to yours. “And you? You knew I was here too?"

You bite your lip, expression far from guilt or embarrassment. In fact, you were trying not to laugh, cheeks puffing out and stomach twitching in an attempt to hold back the high-pitched noises already seeping through your lips.

“We heard you,” you admit, a giggle escaping despite your efforts. “Your footsteps are quite loud, Grand Master.”

“You’re really not as sneaky as you think you are,” Lohen adds helpfully.

Varka’s face goes redder than it does after drinking a tankard of beer. He’s sputtering, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water.

“Ugh...don’t tell me the two of you knew I was going insane and were taunting me on purpose,” he groans. “Though I have a suspicion I’m right about that, unfortunately..."

The two of you glance at each other, amusement written all over your faces. Lohen’s smirking ever so casually, scanning his surroundings as if this situation is of zero importance to him — it’s so infuriating that it makes Varka want to punch him and wipe that smirk off of his face.

“Oops,” you reply, clearly not very sorry about the month of torture you’ve given him. 

“It was just too good of an opportunity to pass up,” Lohen shrugs. “Might even be better than seeing you fall into the traps I dug, Grand Master.”

If Varka were a tea kettle, he’s sure he would’ve had steam rising from his head by now. He’s at an utter loss for words, mouth opening and closing but nothing coming out — Barbatos, what did he do to deserve such horrible vice captains? The Grand Master huffs in exasperation, turning on his heel and walking away as fast as he can.

“I’m stationing you two on opposite ends of Mondstadt,” he throws over his shoulder indignantly. “And don’t even think about going on an expedition together again. I know you rascals are sneaking into each others’ tents at night!”

“Wha- Grand Master!” 

Varka is an observant man, after all.

a/n: honestly not my best work but it's been in my drafts for way too long,,, also turned out super comedic & unserious LOL. comments & reblogs are appreciated!! <3

[chai-writes-stuff]

lohen can't communicate | lohen x reader | SFW | full oneshot

synopsis: There wasn’t much that Lohen couldn’t handle in his daily work. Take a letter to the Honorary Knight? Sure. Train the rookies in hand-to-hand combat? Bring it on. Face down the Wild Hunt in Nod-Krai? They’d better hope they didn’t land in his sights. Talk to the cute librarian girl that had been running through his mind for the past week like its free real estate? Pft. Talk about easy. No problemo. Certainly not a difficult task at all. OR: Turns out talking to pretty girls is a whole lot harder than battling the fatui. themes: developing relationship, fluff, attempt at humor, assistant-librarian!reader, reader has a vision, awkward flirting, mild sexual joke(s), one-sided attraction to eventual requited attraction, light discussion of names, bonding, (appropriate!!!) touching le gasp characters: lohen, female!reader-insert, varka, lisa word count: 5.3k | ao3 ver

Lohen was, in many respects, a master of combat. His prowess with the lance could not be debated, lest one wanted to find themselves staring down the mist-shrouded tip of his spear. While he was exceedingly strong, he also harbored a skillset that was incredibly flexible; allowing him to impart on missions of espionage, intel-gathering, and enemy supply chain disruptions with practiced ease.

There wasn’t much that Lohen couldn’t handle in his daily work. Take a letter to the Honorary Knight? Sure. Train the rookies in hand-to-hand combat? Bring it on. Face down the Wild Hunt in Nod-Krai? They’d better hope they didn’t land in his sights.

Talk to the cute librarian girl that had been running through his mind for the past week like its free real estate?

Pft. Talk about easy. No problemo. Certainly not a difficult task at all.

“Hello, Vice Captain,” you said, your eyes trained on his without a shred of hesitation. “Can I help you find something?”

“Find something?” he replied, blinking. Then, with a start, “Oh, you mean, like…like a book, right?”

You blinked. “Er, yes. This is a library, so…”

He heard the lilting of Lisa’s laughter behind him, but when he whipped around to glare at her, she casually strode out of earshot. Her heels clicked into the upper floor, punctuating Lohen’s excruciatingly long, stifling silence.

His plan had been simple: walk into the library and just talk to you. He figured the rest would come naturally, like how his instincts took hold of him in the middle of a fight, telling him how to move, and when to do it. Lohen was not a coward, and he wasn’t scared of you, so talking to you should have been easy. Light work. As simple as breathing.

Still, he was fumbling.

“A book,” he said, one corner of his mouth curling up in an awkward smile. “I mean, I don’t…I don’t really read, so…I dunno.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck—why was that the best he could manage? Why did he sound like such a bumbling idiot?

Your expression turned grave. Clutching your book to your chest, you said, “Please don’t tell me you’re here to pull a prank on me. Or to poison me. Or whatever else it is that you torment the others with.”

“What?” he asked, wincing. “No, I’m not here for that. Trust me—if I wanted to poison you, you’d be vomiting your guts out in medical by now!”

He laughed, but you didn’t. Perhaps he had stuck his foot in his mouth with that one, because you withdrew even further into yourself, your jaw unhinged. Your eyes were flicking between him and the staircase, like you were trying to find a route for escape.

While he kinda didn’t mind that, it definitely wasn’t his intention. Snapping his cackling maw shut, he felt his throat squeeze.

“A book,” he sputtered. “I’m here for a book.”

“O…kay…” you replied slowly. “Um…what kind of book…?”

(Think, Lohen, think. You haven’t read anything since your parents forced those fairytale books on you when you were a kid. If you go saying something like ‘The Belle and the Behemoth’, she’ll laugh at you. That wouldn’t be cool at all, so think, goddammit, think. Something cool!)

“Sex,” he blurted. “A book about sex. ‘Cause I’m, like…the sex master. Yeah.”

You looked embarrassed. “I’m…afraid we don't have any books like that here, Vice Captain…”

“Oh.” He crossed his arms over his chest, pensive. What else was he a self-proclaimed master of? “Murder?”

“Are you referring to murder mystery novels?”

“Huh? No, like, a book on murder. As in, how to do it. Preferably detailing various methods.”

You winced. “We don’t have books like that either…”

“What?” he replied, one eye twitching. “How boring. What the hell do you guys even have, then?”

“Um, normal books?” You flipped the book in your grasp around, showing him the title. “For example, this is a fictional novel titled Fate’s Glimmer. It's the long-awaited series of an Inazuman author who’s been quite popular in Mondstat as of late. It’s new, so I ordered it to be expressly delivered from Yae Publishing House, and I—. Um.”

You hesitated, your eyes falling to your desk. Repeatedly, you tapped your thumbs together over your bridged hands.

“Sorry, I’m oversharing. And we honestly have more nonfiction than fiction, so…I probably should have started with that.”

Halfway through your ramble, Lohen’s heart had started to act up. It was pounding like it did when he was on the battlefield, cutting down foe after foe with each swing of his lance—not like he was attempting to communicate with a pretty girl in the Mondstat Library. Why did he feel such strain? Furthermore, why did that strain come with such joy?

He turned away from you, a light touch of warmth settling across his face. He lifted a finger, pointing at the book in your hands. “Do you…have any other copies of that one?”

“Of…of Fate’s Glimmer? You…want to read it?”

He chanced a glance back your way, but he really shouldn’t have. You were beaming from ear-to-ear, your teeth poking through your radiant smile, and with your big, shimmering eyes, you said, “I actually ordered two copies! Just in case anyone else wanted to read it at the same time as me! It’s really good, I swear!”

He was having palpitations. Stammering through his sentence, he replied, “U-um, I, uh, yeah! Yeah, I…definitely wanna read that. Fate’s Shimmer…or whatever it is.”

“Glimmer,” you corrected him, still smiling. “Here, I’ll check out a copy for you right now. Do you have your Knights’ ID on you?”

“Uh, yeah. Here.”

The way your fingers brushed his sent a chill down his spine. Odd, considering that he was rarely susceptible to the cold.

“Here you are, Vice Captain,” you said, holding out a thick book between both hands. “You’ll have to swing by from time to time and let me know what you think of it.”

Swing by from time to time? Wait, did that mean you wanted to see him again? Wait—that meant you were totally into him, weren’t you?

“Heh.” Lohen cracked a grin. “Guess I’ll come by again later, then. Since you asked, and all.”

“That would be wonderful! I’m so curious to hear your thoughts on Act One…there’s such a massive cliffhanger at the end of it! Ah, but I won’t spoil anything.” You smiled, your long lashes fluttering over your bright eyes. Ever so cutely, you said, “Come back soon, won’t you, Vice Captain?”

Lohen was deceased where he stood.

Another routine patrol in Windrise had somehow led him straight into you—and the pack of hilichurls encroaching upon you.

You yelped as you scrambled backwards across the grassy field, your novel splitting open beside you. There was fear in those eyes of yours, which took in the horde before you like they were harbingers of doom. The vision on your hip glinted in the sunlight, but for some reason, you were far too petrified to make use of your only weapon. Ordinarily, a sight like yours would have annoyed Lohen more than anything—what a weak woman—but something about the situation felt just right.

With a chuckle, he crossed the field, brandishing his lance before him. One stroke annihilated the hilichurl in front of you. The second struck the two flanking the first. And on the last stroke, hilichurl blood sprayed into the void, both archers befelled by a single strike. Such easy, light work, yet you weren’t even capable of it. Surely you’d look upon him with admiration, as the valiant knight who came to your rescue.

“Good thing I got here before things took a turn for the worse!” he chirped, pushing his hair back with a rake of his hand. “Not that I would have minded getting the chance to see you beg and plead for your life.”

You gawked at him, your eyes wide. He blinked, his chuckles dying in the wind.

“What?” he asked. “It’s not an insult. I mean…you’d probably look good doing it.”

His face burned, but your silence persisted. You had the same look in your eyes that you had worn when the hilichurls ambushed you, but this time, it was directed at him. Lohen watched as you scrambled further backwards, your dress skirts dragging along the grass beneath you.

 “I-I’m not a strong person, you know?!” you squeaked. “Even if you try threatening me…I doubt I could give you the kind of fight you’d enjoy!”

“Wh—? I’m not threatening you! I’m giving you a compliment!”

“Please!” you wailed, your hands pressed to your head, tucking your face towards your knees. “I just wanted to read in peace!”

“What are you getting all freaked out for?” Lohen scoffed. “The hilichurls are dead! Now you can read Fate’s Shimmer all you want.”

“Glimmer!”

“Er, yeah. That.” He lifted his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing awkwardly. “Jeez…would it calm you down if I told you I read the first couple of chapters?”

Immediately, your head sprung up from your hiked knees. Your eyes were wide, and in only a second, it was as though you had no recollection of the panicked state you were in before. You scooped your book out of the grass, smiling from ear to ear, and patted the space beside you.

He looked from your hand to your face repeatedly. Jubilant, you said, “Sit down, then! I want to hear what you think about it so far.”

“Wh…huh?” He pressed his pointer finger to his chest. “You want me…to sit with you?” His eyes flicked upwards. “Under this…giant tree? With…with all the crystalflies floating around and everything?”

“Why, it’s the best place to sit in all of Mondstat. It’s perfect for reading—and for discussions about what we’ve read.”

The way you smiled was wrapping his throat tighter than the choker around his neck. He pulled at it a bit, and blamed the heat bathing his cheeks on the blazing sun overhead. Perhaps in response to his desperation, he was blessed by an incoming bout of pure anemo.

Dandelion spores washed through the air. They danced along the wind, and as they floated around your face, surrounding you like a feathery halo, you grinned with your teeth and laughed.

His heart was doing that irrational pounding again. Like he hadn’t just fought some low-level churls. Like he was in Nod-Krai, fighting with Varka and the others, half-conscious and two wrong steps away from death.

A spore flew into Lohen’s nose.

“Achoo!”

His shoulders jerked with his sneeze. He sniffled, rubbing his finger under his dripping nose, and you ever so sweetly said, “Bless you.”

He was suffocating and suffering cardiovascular collapse at the same time. Ironically, it felt kinda good.

“Come on,” you said, your hand still extended beside you. “Sit with me, won’t you, Vice Captain?”

He swallowed.

“Just call me Lohen.”

He wasn’t expecting to come across you in Varka’s office of all places.

“—please?” you were saying when Lohen opened the door. “I really want to see the flora for myself! It would help me visualize it so much better!”

Varka was grimacing. When he and Lohen met eyes, the Grand Master perked up and lifted a hand in greeting.

“Hey, Lohen!” he exclaimed. “You actually came like I asked you to! Good job, sport!”

Lohen rolled his eyes, but he was more focused on you than Varka. You were wringing your hands together, your shoulders rife with tension. Just like always, you had that thick novel of yours at your hip.

“Sorry,” you said. “I know you’re busy, Varka. It’s a silly request anyway, so I’ll just go.”

“Wait,” Lohen said, turning to track you as you made for the door. “Library girl. What were you two talking about?”

He didn’t really care that you had made a request of Varka and not of him, but he still wanted to know. For some reason.

“Oh, I…” You looked back at Varka, then at Lohen. Shaking your head, you said, “Don’t worry about it, Vice Captain. It sounds like you two have a pre-arranged meeting, so…I won’t interrupt you.”

“The meeting can wait,” Lohen said, following you out the door (which prompted a loud “Hey!” from Varka). “And didn’t I tell you to just call me Lohen?”

“You…did,” you mumbled. “Sorry, I’m just not used to it. I never really call anyone by name.”

His brows furrowed. “But you just called the Grand Master ‘Varka’.”

“Um. Yes.”

You continued pacing towards the library, and blatantly on the pursuit, Lohen followed you. As you both crossed the headquarter’s main foyer, one behind the other, Lohen could feel the stares and hear the whispers.

“Should we help her…?” someone mumbled.

Ignoring them, Lohen asked, “Why are you running away from me?”

“I’m not,” you said, but the way your shoulders were up by your ears as your heels played staccato beats across the floor told a different story. “I’m just getting back to work.”

Lohen’s eyes narrowed. His gaze fell to your swinging arms, and when you tried to escape behind a bookcase, he grabbed your wrist.

You stopped suddenly, turning to look at him with wide eyes. His hand burned around your wrist, like you were possessed by the power of pyro. Quickly, he released you.

“...Sorry,” he said. “Seriously, though, what were you trying to say back there? Something about flora?”

“It’s silly,” you replied quickly. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t want to bug you with something like this, Vice Captain—.”

“Lohen.”

“...Lohen.”

It fell from your lips, soft. It tickled the rims of his ears. You glanced up at him, rubbing your arm.

“It’s really childish,” you said. “And it would be a waste of the Knights of Favonius’s resources. I only asked Varka because I knew he wouldn’t laugh at me.”

“I’m not gonna laugh at you.”

Hesitation was written clearly across your face. After a beat, you visibly swallowed.

“I…want to go to Dragonspine,” you explained to him. “I’ve gotten to Act Two of Fate’s Glimmer, and it takes place in a snowy region similar to it. There’s some descriptive bits of ecology that I can’t quite picture, so I was hoping that if I went and saw it…I would be a little more immersed.”

Your voice fell to a mumble by the end of your sentence. Lohen raised an eyebrow.

“You went to the Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius…because you wanted to see flowers in Dragonspine?”

You buried your face in your palms. “This is why I didn’t want to tell you, Vice Captain.”

“Stop calling me that,” he groaned. “And I’m not laughing at you, am I? I’m just trying to figure out where Varka fits into this.” He paused. “You…seeing him or something?”

“Huh?” You looked up from your hands with a wince. “No, no—what? Varka’s practically like a father to me. Or…maybe an older brother. I’ve known him for a long time, that's all.”

“Oh. I see.” Lohen crossed his arms. “So…flowers in Dragonspine. You couldn’t even fight to save your life back in Windrise. Don’t think much would change over some flowers.”

“That’s why I was asking Varka,” you mumbled. “But he’s really busy. So is Lisa. And I don’t know the other knights well enough to have the courage to ask…”

“I’ll go with you.”

Silence fell between you both. The longer you stared at him, the hotter Lohen’s face became.

“What, you don’t want me to?” he asked. “‘Cause I’m a busy guy and all, so—.”

“No, no!” You held your hands out, taking a step towards him. Your eyes held fast to his as you said, “I’m just…really happy that you would offer.”

Someone really needed to open a window in the library or something, because all of a sudden it was stifling. Awkwardly, Lohen laughed and threw his gaze to the books that encased you.

“I just think it would be interesting,” he chattered. “Seeing you running around in the snow. Getting chased by monsters, I mean. Probably even begging me to help you…haha…”

Slowly, he pressed his palm to his smoldering face. The image of you running from a cryo abyss mage with your book clutched to your chest, wailing for him to save you, was a bit more enticing than he had thought it would be.

“…I’m so determined to go that I’ll choose to ignore that. When are you free?”

“When do you want to go?” he said, to the books.

“How does tomorrow sound?”

“Lohen—tomorrow I want you to lead the training exercises for the rookies in the 7th Company—.”

“Tomorrow sounds great,” he said, waving the echo of Varka’s voice from his mind. “Yep. I’m totally free.”

“R-really?” You were smiling again, wrecking his heart again. “Then…let’s go! It’ll be great for you too, so that when you get to Act Two, you’ll know exactly what the flowers look like.”

Staring into your eyes, he mumbled, “Yeah…I bet they’re pretty.”

“Me too!”

Snapping out of his deluge, Lohen stood upright again. Taking stilted steps to face away from you, he rather stiffly said, “Meet me here at nine, then. Don’t be late, or I’ll set a trap for you at every step of the way in Dragonspine. And trust me—you wouldn’t like that!”

“I’ll be here,” you replied, your voice warm. “Thank you again, Vice—...Lohen.” You laughed. “Thanks, Lohen.”

With his ears burning hot, he gave you a curt nod.

You stood in a field of tiny blue flowers, and with your hands cupped around a cluster of luminescent bulbs, you said, “They’re beautiful.”

Lohen stared after your back, watching the sway of your hair in the frigid winds. You turned to face him with a smile hotter than crimson agate, warming straight through his core when you asked, “Don’t you think so, Lohen?”

“...Yeah,” he said, his eyes flicking away from yours. “Really beautiful.”

“I can see how this would have laid such a romantic scene for the main characters. As gelid as these winds are, and as withered as the trees appear to be…there are still intimate spots of beauty like this.” You grinned. “It’s fascinating, isn’t it?”

“Mhm. Something like that.”

You laughed, kneeling down to observe the flowers. The fact that such a simple, boring thing could bring so much joy to your face was oddly…humbling. He struggled to understand whether you acted this way because of your weakness, or if finding pleasure in the banal was instead your strength.

Wooo…

An increasingly cold wind swept by, and by the sound of its pitch, Lohen could sense danger on the horizon. Immediately on high alert, he brandished his lance, his eyes navigating the thickening snow for the source of the threat.

“Library girl,” he said. “Get up.”

“Huh? Is something wrong—?”

“Oh shit,” he said, his eyes widening. “Run, run, run!”

As he tackled into you, hooking his arm under yours to pull you along, you let out a surprised yelp. The thickening snow was approaching faster, and by the timbre of the wind accompanying it, he could tell that a wave of white-out was about to occur. This far into the mountains with you, he didn’t have the luxury to enjoy battling the stinging cold and burying himself out of avalanches with his bare hands. Not when you were involved.

He practically dragged you into a nearby cave, lurching into a dark and cavernous space that was just big enough for the two of you. You stumbled onto your hands and knees when he stopped, your back heaving up and down with air-starved breaths.

“You…! You run really fast…!”

He winced. “Er. Sorry?”

“It’s…it’s okay.” You rolled over into a sitting position, sighing. “Though I can’t lie…I nearly had a heart attack when you told me to run. It’s not like you to sound so scared about something.”

Scared? He hadn’t felt anything similar to fear in a long time. He just didn’t like the thought of losing you in the middle of a snowstorm, you with your vision, which was practically just an accessory for you. A pretty one that complimented your skin, but still.

With a grunt, Lohen lowered himself to the ground beside you. Outside the hollow of the cave, the snow piled faster than torrential rain. As he watched it fall, he propped his chin in his hand. Taking a glance at you, he said, “We’ll just have to lay low for a while. Once the blizzard passes, we’ll head for the foot of the mountain.”

You nodded. Content with that, Lohen turned his focus to the mouth of the cave once more.

And then it was quiet. Just you and him, sitting beside each other in the snug little cave, silent. As time stretched on, a gnawing feeling ate away at him like a munching caterpillar. He drummed his fingers against his knee, tried to focus on the petrous patterns of the walls. Anything to distract himself.

“...Phoo,” you breathed all of a sudden.

Lohen turned, and as soon as he took you in, his eyes widened. Your body was trembling as you wrapped your arms around your legs, your teeth chattering audibly against the hollow walls of the cave. He glanced at the snowstorm outside, then back at you, and acutely realized that you did not possess his nigh-invincible level of immunity to the cold.

Quietly, he slipped his coat off his shoulders, taking his cape alongside it. Quieter still, he dumped it into your lap. When you looked up at him, he tried not to return your gaze, lest the flames in his cheeks decide to smolder any hotter.

He heard the rustle of fabric. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched you lay his coat over top of yourself.

“Thank you,” you murmured.

He turned his head even further, smirking at the wall. “No big deal.”

“How are you so unfazed by this? It’s f-freezing.”

“Uh, cryo vision, remember?”

“W-well yes, but still.” You shuddered, letting a breath out with it. “I have a vision, but…it doesn’t make me any less sensitive to my element.”

“Probably ‘cause you never even use it,” Lohen drawled. Turned away from you like this, it was a bit easier to talk to you. “Got blessed by the Gods and you spend all your time reading novels. Isn’t that boring?”

“Hm…let me ask you the same question, then. You spend all your time playing tricks on your colleagues and eliminating the enemy, yes? Don’t you find it boring to not have…well…a real hobby?”

“Huh? Those are totally real hobbies, though.”

“I’m quite sure if we went around asking the other knights what their hobbies are,” you laughed, “they would not include poisonings and murder. Aside from that, what do you like to do, Lohen?”

He tapped his finger against his cheek repeatedly, frowning at the wall. If you took away his tasteful pranks and his insatiable bloodlust, then he was left with…

“Well,” he stammered. “Uh. I guess…I did read a bit of that book. So reading?”

“As happy as I am that you’ve made progress, I think it’s a bit early to label that as a hobby.”

His brows furrowed. “What do you even consider a hobby?”

“Something you do for fun. But, it’s also something you can do with others. Safely.”

“I always see you reading by yourself, though.”

You let out a close-lipped laugh. He heard you shuffling, then felt the warmth of your arm against his. Quickly, his head snapped to yours, and with your arms poking out through the gaps of his coat, thick novel bound to both hands, you asked, “Why don’t we read together, then?”

“Wait. Slow down.”

A laugh. “You can’t handle this?”

“Fuck no. Just slow down.”

Lohen’s brows were furrowed, his eyes struggling to absorb the text as fast as yours were. You laughed when you reversed the page, bringing him back to the sentence he was at before your rude interruption. He lifted his finger to the paper, mumbling the words under his breath as he searched for the right paragraph.

“...Ah,” he said. “That one.”

“Oh, that’s when the heroine meets the male lead. You like that part?”

“Well. Kinda.” Lohen shrugged. “He’s, like, a super cool war general, right? Stronger than a thousand troops.”

Your smile curled further upwards. “He is. I suppose he does sound like your kind of character.”

“...What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” you answered. “Just that, well. You’re an incredibly strong man yourself. In a way, you remind me of him.”

“...Oh, yeah? What kinda way?”

You blinked, and ever so quickly, snapped your head away from his. Stammering, you said, “N-nevermind.”

“Huh?” Lohen raised an eyebrow. “Wait…are you embarrassed?”

“No,” you said stiffly.

He smirked. “Looks like you’re embarrassed to me. You thinking something weird about me, library girl?”

“N-no,” you repeated, shaking your head. “And please stop calling me library girl.”

“But you never told me your name, library girl.”

“Ugh, I…” You brought a hand to your head, rubbing it furiously. “It’s because it’s embarrassing. Actually, you know what? Just keep calling me library girl.”

“Well, now I really wanna know.” He pressed closer to you, his shoulder touching yours. “What’s your name?”

“Library girl,” you mumbled.

“As far as I can tell, this snowstorm isn’t stopping any time soon. You really think you can get away with keeping your little secret until it stops?”

“I can try.”

“I doubt you’ll be very successful.”

Your eyes flicked to his. He froze where he sat, realizing just how close your faces had become. This close to you, he could count each and every one of those pretty eyelashes you had, take note of the exact millimeter measurements of your round pupils.

You looked conflicted about it, but after a brief pause, you acceded to his request.

“It’s not the name I go by,” you said in a mumble. “It just happens to be my Mondstatian one. My parents believed in Barbatos’s principle of giving children the freedom to name themselves…so I was hardly old enough to speak when I picked it.”

“Hm. Sounds like a bad idea.”

“It really was. Because I was so young, I decided I wanted to be called…”

You said it, but it was in such a low mutter that he had to crane his ear closer. Brows furrowed, he said, “Huh?”

“B…” You were sheepish. “Bun…ny.”

Lohen’s eyes widened.

“You’re fucking with me.”

“This is why I don’t tell anyone—.”

“You went and named yourself ‘Bunny’?” he asked, snorting. “You mean you have to sign that on your papers and everything every time you want to travel? Stamp all your official letters with it? That’s hilarious!”

“I know!” you complained, your brows furrowed. “You don’t have to remind me!”

“Sorry, that’s just…!” He leaned his head back, laughing. “It’s just so ridiculous! I can’t believe anyone would let their kid name themselves that!”

You let out a groan, plopping your face into your palms. Glaring at the mouth of the cave, you growled, “Why did I even tell you?”

Lohen’s laughs slowed down, and with a swipe of his finger under his eyes, he brought his amused tears away. Observing your frustrated expression with a smile, he scoffed through his nose.

“Oh, don’t be so embarrassed about it. Everyone I know loves bunnies! Especially me.”

You shot him a look, then shuffled a touch away from him. When he realized how honestly he had spoken, his cheeks flared with warmth.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he said, the corner of his grin twitching. “Don’t look at me like I’m a weirdo.”

You shuffled even further. Obstinately, he shuffled right back next to you.

“I thought you were cold,” he said.

“I’m very much warm now, thank you.”

“Then can I have my coat back?”

“...No.”

You didn’t move away from him this time. That fact alone gave him goosebumps—and also went straight to his head.

“Aren’t I warm?” he murmured, ignoring the flames that erupted in his face because of it. “Huh, Bunny?”

You went ramrod stiff. He adored that.

“Bunny,” he drawled. “Silence isn’t exactly an answer, you know?”

“Wh-what is wrong with you?” you asked. “Is this…your way of messing with me?”

“Huh. Well, I guess it’s one of the only ways I can. You’d probably die of a heart attack if I tried anything else. You know, just like how bunnies fall over at any and everything.”

“I wish I never told you,” you said, your eyes pressed closed. “I really wish I never did.”

“Definitely going to use it to mess with you from now on.”

“I can see that.”

He snorted. “Guess some things are better kept a secret, huh?”

You paused. Turning those eyes of yours onto his, the ones that he’d study forever if you’d let him, you softly said, “No, it’s only fair. It’s easier to communicate when I know your name and you know mine.”

Easier to communicate, huh?

He had only just realized it, but he was cracking jokes and talking to you like normal now. Was this sense of closeness brought on by Dragonspine, which forced even the most seasoned of adventurers to form alliances to weather its storms? Was it a fleeting moment of warmth, a kindle of flame that would extinguish underneath the thick blanket of snow as soon as you parted ways? What was this feeling in his chest that plucked his heart strings, that made him feel nothing but a hollow ache when he thought of leaving you?

“...Are you scared?”

Your voice cut through the silence. You lifted a hand, hesitated, then slowly placed it over top of his.

“Wh…what,” he sputtered, his arm stiffening, “are you doing? I’m not fucking scared. I’m the Vice Captain of the 5th Company, remember? I’m practically stronger than a whole platoon.”

“This part of you reminds me of the character in the novel,” you murmured. Your hand rubbed the back of his, wringing a strangled noise from his throat. “When confronted with fear…challenged by an invisible threat that you can’t wrap your hands around…you try to flee. You’re not very honest with yourself, are you, Lohen?”

Your hand was on his. This was what he wanted, wasn’t it? For you to touch him and talk to him like you were his? Why did he feel so bittersweet about how it was proceeding?

He blurted his thoughts as they occurred. “I’m embarrassed as shit. I was hoping this would be…that I’d be cooler. But I think I’m gonna have a stroke if you keep touching me.”

“Aren’t I warm, though?” you crooned back, your mockery setting him ablaze. “Huh, Lohen?”

“Fuck,” he stammered, pressing his palm to his face. “You’re as much of a little shit as I am.”

You laughed. “That’s a good thing then, isn’t it? Maybe you and I aren’t so different after all.”

Your fingers curled through the gaps of his. His shoulders jumped, but you squeezed hard.

“Thanks for taking me to Dragonspine,” you said. “It was very kind of you.”

He had no words. All Lohen could manage was a stilted nod of his head.

“Want to read some more?” you asked. “You turn the pages this time?”

“...Sure,” he mumbled.

You brought the novel back, flipping it open and bracing it halfway on your leg, halfway on his. With your hands still joined, you used your left to manipulate the pages, and with Lohen’s right, he smoothed the bunny ear in the paper back into place.

The snow outside fell soft now, the blizzard having ended long ago. Still remaining side by side in the intimacy of that bountiful cave, you continued to enjoy each other’s company as though you had all the time in the world.

For the first time in a long time, Lohen didn’t mind taking things slow and easy. Not when it was something he could enjoy with you.

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