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this is my space to dump all my little scenarios. . .

18+ only — fem!reader — multiple fandoms (genshin, mha, jjk . . .) — mainly blurbs or oneshots — lowercase writer —

where you’re just as crazy as lohen is… 700 WC

tags ⋆.𐙚 ̊ — lohen x fem!reader, somewhat suggestive, ambush/fighting, blood, gunpoint (somewhat playful), teasing, making out, unlabeled relationship

the dirt path to dornman port is long and dusty. you’re completely in your own world as you walk. coming back from a boring commission has you exhausted.

but the ocean breeze is finally starting to hit your face, bringing in the faint smell of salt water. you sigh, focused on the footing of your steps and the thought of a warm meal once you finally reach the area.

and because you’re so distracted… you don’t hear the faint crunch of gravel behind you.

suddenly, a shadow falls over you, and the air shifts.

pure instinct kicks in before you can even process what’s happening. you drop low, pivoting sharply just as the figure lunges at you. in one fluid motion, you sweep your leg out, catching it right at the back of it’s knee.

it loses balances, and you use that to slam it against the ground.

when you turn back to see what, or who it was, you see lohen face first against the ground. a sudden spark of adrenaline rises within you, as if you just gained energy at the sight of him. especially downed by you…

“ahh, you play so dirty lohen,” you say with a breathless smirk, swooning at how cute he looks down there.

lohen doesn’t look upset at all. he lies there, completely unbothered by how you just overpowered him. “well, ya got me,” he says with a grin, finally pushing himself up, now sitting against the ground.

“oh really? i’m dissapointed,” you tease, leaning a little closer. “where’s all that energy you had a second ago?”

"spent it all on the entrance," lohen chuckles, his hand brushing the dirt off his shirt, the other inching towards his pocket. “besides, i don't mind the view from down here. you're pretty terrifying when you're tired."

you turn around, clasping your hands loosely behind your back. “and i never thought you’d admit defeat so quickly,” you scoff playfully. “i expected more from you.”

“oh, is that so?” lohen murmurs, and you nod, turning back to face him.

but in the blink of an eye, his hand snaps out of his pocket, and there’s a gun pointing right at your chest. “who said it was over?” he hums. “pretty bold of you to turn your back against an opponent.”

you don’t flinch. instead, you smile dangerously.

you lean forward, bending down until the smooth metal of the barrel is pressed directly against your forehead. you look straight into his eyes, completely unfazed.

“go ahead then. pull it. we both know you don’t have the guts to ruin your favorite view… right?

lohen stares up at you, his thumb resting casually against the trigger. his pupils dilate and his breath hitches just a fraction.

then, he lets out a low chuckle, lowering the weapon and playfully tossing it from one hand to the other before sliding it away. "you're no fun," he pouts, licking his lips.

but as his tongue brushes his skin, his expression shifts. he brings his thumb up, wiping it across his bottom lip, and pulls it away to look at the tiny smear of bright red on his skin.

the rough tumble onto the gravel had split his lip.

he notices your eyes immediately dropping to his mouth, and that familiar smug smile returns. he winks up at you. "this is your fault y’know? you should take responsibility and clean it up."

"my fault?" you laugh. "you're the one who tried to ambush me!”

"uh huh… uh huh,” he shrugs, eyes darkening a bit. "so, are you going to fix it, or are you just going to stand there looking pretty?"

you hum, moving down to crawl closer to where he was sitting. you inspect his lips, and instead of pulling out your handkerchief…

you lean in and press your lips against his.

lohen lets out a soft grunt of surprise before his hands instantly shoot out, wrapping tightly around your waist to pull you down right against him.

the kiss is deep and messy, tasting faintly of blood. your tongue laps at his split lip, but he redirects the kiss to make you fully focus on him.

when you finally pull back, your thumb gently brushes over the corner of his mouth.

lohen is staring up at you, his breathing just as shallow as yours, looking satisfied.

"better?" you ask, trying to sound way more unfazed than you actually are.

he lets out a low chuckle. "i think you missed a spot…” he mumbles, fingers pressing further into your hip. "might need a more thorough job. i'm still in pain."

"keep dreaming," you scoff softly, “you get one pass because i felt bad."

"oh, so it was charity? how generous of you," he teases, a grin spreading across his face.

you roll your eyes, finally standing up and offering him a hand to pull him out of the dirt. he takes it, tugging himself up effortlessly.

and neither of you comment about what this means. he doesn’t tease you about how flushed your face really is, and you don’t say anything about how his body makes it very obvious he wanted a whole lot more than just a kiss.