head in the clouds

He let out another fake snore, curling his knees further into the backs of yours. Thoroughly entangled by him, you had no chance of escape. Your eyes flicked over to the clock, reading the time as just barely four in the morning.

The knights in the barracks started getting up around four thirty at the earliest. You gave yourself a half hour head start every night you spent with Lohen, all because you knew he liked to make you struggle for it. Nothing gave him more amusement than watching you fight against his grip, only to fail tremendously every time. He always let you go when he wanted to, not when the clock mandated it to be so.

You sighed. Stroking his arm, you blinked your tired eyes in the dark room. You felt his lips press to your head, then your eyes falling closed. If anyone knew early risings and routines, it was certainly your knight of a boyfriend. Lohen would wake you up when you needed to go, so surely you could afford to sleep in a while longer.

“Just don’t let me oversleep,” you mumbled quietly.

“Mm,” he answered, his breath warm against your scalp. “I won’t.”

Lohen let you oversleep.

“Fuck,” you hissed under your breath, throwing off the massive layer of blankets that Lohen must have swaddled you in before leaving. “I’m going to kill him.”

A quick glance at his clock told you it was nine in the morning. Not only had you slept for a criminally long time, but now you were late for work as well. Perhaps the worst part of all this was that you had lost your opportunity to be covert. If anyone were to spot you sneaking out of Lohen’s room in the barracks, you’d have no chance of explaining yourself.

It wasn’t that you needed to keep your relationship a secret, but rather that a “civilian” like yourself had no authorization to enter the knights’ barracks. You’d probably get in trouble if anyone decided to report you, and if your parents somehow caught wind of it, you’d be in for another sermon about chastity and the word of Barbatos.

Groggy from oversleeping, you stumbled out of Lohen’s bed. You collected your dress from the floor before fumbling your way back into it. Rubbing the exhaustion from your eyes, you ambled towards the door.

Slowly, cautiously, you pushed it open. A quick check down the hall revealed nary a knight to be seen.

You let out a relieved sigh before continuing on your way.

At first, you thought you were imagining it.

“Good morning, Mika,” you said. “We recently got a new cartography book if you would like to—.”

“I-I’m good!” Mika replied quickly, a red color blooming across his cheeks. “Sorry, I…! I’m good!”

He all but ran away from you, leaving your words half-spoken on your tongue. You blinked, your mouth hanging open as you stood in stunned silence. Mika had always been a meek knight, but with how quickly he had avoided you, you would think you wore the Vice Captain’s face today.

“…Hm.”

Pensive, you placed a hand on your hip. Mika hadn’t been the only one acting strange around you that morning. When you tried to greet Gunther, he walked straight into a wall, and when you attempted to start a conversation with Read, he suspiciously declared it to be time for his afternoon patrols…at ten in the morning. Everyone was avoiding you like you were the second coming of the devil herself.

It couldn’t have been because of the barracks. When you left, you had ensured that no one had seen you. You were so confident about this, that the notion of you sneaking out of Lohen’s room didn’t even cross your mind as a possibility. But if it wasn’t that, then what was occurring between you and the knights? Did Lohen stroll around telling everyone you were beating him again?

Well, that was quite likely. Still, your closest friends among the knights wouldn’t be affected by gossip like that.

You were so consumed by your thoughts that you nearly missed the creak of the door. When you lifted your head, you saw a blue-haired man with a dark eyepatch, a smirk playing across his lips per usual.

“Hello, Captain Kaeya,” you said. “Can I help you with something?”

“Ah, Miss Librarian,” he greeted in return. “I see you’re on duty today…pft.”

When he snorted, your brows furrowed. You glanced down at your dress, the desk before you, the walls behind you. As hard as you tried, you couldn’t find anything that might warrant laughter from the Captain of the 9th Company.

“Um,” you said, “is there something you need, Captain?”

“Yes, I…pft. I’m here to collect the new codex for the Grand Master. You know, the…pft. The one just published into Mondstadtian law.”

What in the world was so funny?

“…I’m sure you’re busy, Captain. Why don’t you let me deliver it to the Grand Master? I have the time.”

“That would be fantastic,” Kaeya said, grinning with his teeth. “I’m certain the Grand Master would appreciate seeing you as well.”

Your eyes narrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, nothing. Just that he could use a pick-me-up. I’m sure he’d prefer a lady delivering him his work over a one-eyed man like myself. Pft.”

“Why are you laughing so much?!” you snapped, your face flushing with warmth.

“I’m just in a good mood today.” Kaeya turned his back to you, lifting a hand in parting. “Anyway, I really must get going. Thanks for your help, Miss Librarian.”

You didn’t believe that cheeky captain for even a second. Grabbing the thick codex on the corner of your desk, you marched from the library and into the main foyer. Just like they had earlier that morning, various knights turned red at the sight of you, went ramrod stiff, or immediately turned the other way. When you burst through the doors to Varka’s office, you let out a ragged sigh.

“Varka,” you said, your eyes closed, “I brought you that new codex.”

When your eyes opened, you came face-to-face with the Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius. His elbows were propped on his desk, his fingers laced together before his mouth. He had a dark, stoic look in his eyes, one that was far out of place for the goofy man you knew him to be. You were concerned at first that he was far too sober for his liking, but then you saw the open flask at his side.

“Varka,” you said with a wince. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

His expression only darkened. In a low grumble, he said, “I’ve failed your parents.”

“My…what?”

“I promised them I’d look out for you,” Varka muttered. “And now, I don’t know how I'll ever face them again.”

“What are you talking about?” you asked. “Everyone’s been acting so weird today, and now you’re acting weird too! It’s like you guys…”

Like they know.

Your voice fell to silence. Heat rushed to your face, but your rational mind played the part of your savior. Yes, you had been in the barracks when you weren’t supposed to be, but no one had seen you. You may not have been a knight, but you were a vigilant woman nonetheless. If anyone had so much as caught a glimpse of you sneaking out of Lohen’s room, you would have known immediately. Therefore, it stood to reason that no one knew.

And yet, the Grand Master was chugging his flask in front of you with the most harrowed look of defeat you had ever seen on him.

“You know what? Here.” You slammed the thick book onto his desk before snapping, “If you won’t tell me what’s going on, I’ll just ask someone else.”

“Ugh, kid—.”

“Are you going to tell me?” you barked. “Or not?”

Varka’s lips clamped shut. Once again, he brought his flask to his mouth, tilting his head back as a tear ran down his face.

“Sweet Archons,” you muttered as you stomped your way out of his office. “Can anyone act normal today?”

No one would talk to you. Everyone either had a convenient excuse for why they couldn’t answer your question, or was suddenly reminded of some pre-existing location they were “supposed to be at”. It was ten times worse when you asked about Lohen’s whereabouts.

“V-Vice Captain?!” Gunther had all but squeaked. “You wanna know…where the Vice Captain is? Uh…so you two really…? Hm.”

He rubbed his head vigorously.

“Do you know where he is or not?!” you snapped irritatedly.

“Aieee! Sorry, I…! I don’t know!”

…Maybe you had come on a little strong there. It was still odd to see a decorated knight run away from you, a humble librarian, like you were Captain Eula or Acting Grand Master Jean herself.

“I bet this is Lohen’s fault,” you grumbled to yourself. “Who can I ask that’ll actually tell me the truth…?”

“You should always free to ask me anything, cutie.”

“Ah,” you said, smacking your fist to your upturned palm. “Lisa.”

“It’s strange, really,” you were telling her. “Everyone’s either looking at me like I’ve got two heads, running away from me, or just laughing. I look fine, don’t I?”

Lisa giggled, lifting a hand to her mouth. Her green eyes twinkled with mirth when she said, “You look just fine, cutie. The same as always.”

“So then…why is everyone acting so weird around me? Varka even said he failed my parents, but I don’t know what the hell he’s talking about!”

Your shoulders heaved with angered breaths, your hands held before you with your nails pointed at the sky. Lisa only chuckled, making you feel rather embarrassed about your childish outburst. Recollecting yourself, you mumbled, “I just wanna know what’s going on.”

“I don’t know, cutie,” Lisa chirped. “Have you been up to no good recently?”

“No good…?”

As soon as those words left your lips, your eyes blew stark wide. Without missing a beat, you turned on your heel, running straight out of the library, out of headquarters, and coincidentally, right into Lohen.

“Woah!” he exclaimed, catching you right as your body collided into his. Hands gripping your elbows, he said, “Hey, Bun. What are you in such a rush for?”

“You asshole!” you spat, your face burning hotter than a pyro flame. “I’m gonna die! I’m telling you, I’m gonna die!”

“What the fuck?” He winced. “Why’re you in such a bad mood?”

“Because of you!” you sputtered, shaking him by his shoulders. “You lied to me, didn’t you?!”

“Is this about me not waking you up?” Lohen asked with a smirk. “You looked cozy, so I figured I’d bundle you up a little. Not to mention, you’re super cute when you’re snoozin’. Hehe.”

“That’s…another thing for me to be mad about! But not the main thing right now!”

“Yeah, I’m afraid you’re gonna have to enlighten me on that one, Bun. As far as I’m concerned, I’ve been pretty good recently.”

“Last night,” you hissed, your heart pounding in your ears.

“Oh?” His teeth poked through his grin. Wagging his eyebrows at you, he purred, “I’m supposed to be training the rookies soon…but I’m down for a part two if you are.”

“No, you idiot! The walls! You told me the walls were thick!”

“They are!” he answered with a rapid blink. “I wasn’t lying about that. It just so happens that, uh…you’re kind of loud.”

With a frustrated scream, you flung your head into Lohen’s, sending throbbing pain through your own forehead. It left a big red mark above his eyebrows, but he was nothing but giggles, digging his teeth into his lower lip as he pulled you closer. You struggled against him, spewing curses of his name all the while, while the memories of the night before flooded your mind like it was Cider Lake. You recalled explicitly telling him to stop you if you were too vocal—put his hand on your mouth, push your head into the pillow, something. And just like he always did, Lohen had agreed, without the intent of actually obliging you.

The entire barracks had probably heard you. They heard your calls of Lohen’s name, the way he wrung moan after moan from your throat, and the obscene things you begged him to do to you while his body was on top of yours. How terribly, awfully, embarrassing.

“It’s not a big deal,” Lohen said. “It’s not like anyone cares.”

“Everyone cares!” you snapped. “God, how am I going to face anyone ever again, Lohen?!”

“Just don’t face ‘em. The only person you gotta face is me, Bun.”

He leaned in, like he was going for a kiss, and the heat in your face flared. Pushing your palms against his chest, you wailed for him to stop, but that only encouraged him to kiss your cheek instead. Standing right in front of headquarters, entangled in Lohen’s arms with his mouth pressing sloppy kisses to your face, you knew this was bound to end in disaster.

Clunk!

You gasped when you heard the sound of something heavy falling behind you. Whirling your head around, you saw Grand Master Varka, on his knees with his face pointed to the sky. Behind him stood three individuals you rarely saw in the same place—Lisa, Kaeya, and the bumbling Mika.

“I’ll never be able to face your folks again,” Varka said, palms laid slack at his sides. “It’s over for me.”

“Oh, they’re just kids having fun, Grand Master,” Lisa said with a giggle. “I’m sure you were up to no good in your youth as well.”

“Pft,” Kaeya said, hiding his mouth behind his palm. “Not even sure why he acts so shocked. I told him months ago that they were an item.”

“I’m sorry!” Mika sputtered, his hands pressed to his eyes. “I didn’t see anything, I swear! A-and I’ve never heard anything before, either! Promise!”

Your jaw fell unhinged. With another harsh thrust of your palms to his chest, Lohen stepped away from you with a laugh. You buried your face in your palms, feeling your ears burn as your morbid embarrassment sank into your skin.

“An unlikely pair, sure,” Lisa said, “but not an unexpected one.”

“I don’t…I don’t even know who this guy is,” you mumbled. “Vice Captain Lohen? Doesn’t ring a bell.”

“Not to make matters worse for me or anything,” Lohen said, “but I’m pretty sure anyone who heard you last night would find that hard to believe.”

You let out an anguished snarl. Flinging yourself at him, fists pounding away at his shoulders, you growled, “Lohen, I’m gonna kill you!”

He giggled, saying, “You’re so hot when you’re mad.”

With another rage-filled cry from you, a loud sob from Varka, and giggles from Lisa and Kaeya, you wished for nothing more in that moment than your own spear to impale him with. But the longer you stared at his laughing face, as you took in how pink his cheeks were and how tears budded at the corners of his eyes, you couldn’t help a fond smile.

Maybe things between you and Lohen weren’t exactly under wraps anymore, but his joy made that sacrifice more than worth it.

a/n: hehe, the hit me! verse keeps expanding! i hope you enjoy these works that are technically derivatives of each other, because i find this way of writing to be quite enjoyable! you can navigate to my other hit me! content in my masterlist, or by clicking the applicable tags below! anyway, if you liked what you read, please consider leaving a me a heart! (˶>⩊<˶) ♡ reblogs and comments appreciated! if you would like to be tagged whenever i post lohen x reader, please check my rules here! thank you! icymi! chai's last lohen post: drunk, lohen drabble (390+ notes) masterlist

With a brush of his ice-tipped spear, the burning flower was extinguished. You clapped like it was a magic trick, sending a touch of warmth to his cheeks. As you plucked the flower from the grass, you smiled and said, “We’re not in a rush, are we?”

“No, we’re not, but..” He awkwardly cleared his throat. “We’ve kinda been here for half an hour already. I’m running out of bag space for your flowers, Bun.”

“What? We picked that many?”

“You picked that many,” he said with a snort. “I don’t mind frolicking around with you, but I was kinda hoping I’d get to show you the fun parts of being an adventurer! Like, the killing and stabbing parts.”

“Oh…I’m sorry,” you answered, your gaze falling to your feet. “I didn’t realize I was boring you.”

“Huh? No, no, no.” He took your hands in his, giving them a firm squeeze. When you looked up at him, he gave you a toothy grin. “I’m never bored when I’m with you, Bun. I promise.”

Your face lit up with a smile. Content with the change in your demeanor, Lohen said, “I just think it’d be nice if we went to clean up some hilichurl camps or something! You can even use my dagger, if you want. Oh, or how about the mini-crossbow I made you? I’ve got it in my pack still.”

Your smile turned to a grimace. “I think I’ll leave the hilichurl stabbing to you, Lohen. And don’t tell me that crossbow thing is the reason you’re out of space for my flowers.”

He guiltily averted his gaze. “You gotta learn how to defend yourself somehow. If you won’t use your vision, then use a weapon at least!”

“I prefer a catalyst,” you said, “but even then, I prefer not fighting to begin with. It’s not like I face any danger working in the library.”

“Oh, but what if you did?” He pulled you closer, shaking his head. “Imagine a group of pyro slimes slipping into HQ, and into your precious library! How are you gonna protect your books if you can’t fight?”

“In what world would pyro slimes make it all the way into Mondstadt, past decorated knights, and into the library…?”

“Fuck, Bun—you’re smart, and I love that about you, but you’re too practical. Just imagine it! What would you do?”

“Well…” You blinked up at him. “I’d probably go looking for you.”

Your words made his heart skip a beat. Narrowing his eyes at you, he aggressively whispered, “You’re so fuckin’ cute, I can’t stand it. Come here.”

He pulled you forward, pressing kiss after kiss to your cheek as you laughed before him. His hands rose to your face, squishing your soft cheeks together before he pressed a flurry of kisses to your grinning lips. The way you giggled gave him sweet chills, his heart filled with adoration for you. In the midst of his onslaught of affection, he murmured, “I’m still gonna teach you how to fight.”

“Okay,” you answered with a laugh. “But I want to use my catalyst.”

“Fighting from afar…I like it.” With one more big, wet kiss to your mouth, Lohen let out a drawn out, “Mmmwah.”

You grinned at him. Satisfied, Lohen stroked his thumbs over your cheekbones.

“Here’s what I think,” he said. “We walk up on a hilichurl camp, I go in first, and you support me from the back. Sounds pretty easy, right?”

“I guess it sounds better than me stabbing them.”

“Exactly.” He grinned. “I wanna see you use some magic, pretty girl.”

You snorted. “If you want me to, then I’ll try. No guarantees I’m actually good at it, though.”

“No one’s good at anything on the first try. I’ll be happy just knowing you at least gave it some effort.”

“Hm. Well, then I’ll give it my very best.”

Lohen giggled, pulling your face a touch closer. As he beamed at you, he murmured, “Actually, you’re so cute that I almost wanna just take you back home.”

“Huh?” You blinked rapidly, but your smile remained. “What about adventuring, though?”

“I can show you a different kind of adventure.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re incredibly wishy-washy?”

“Oh yeah,” he purred. “You tell me, like, every two hours.”

He dove into your lips for a chaste peck, and with a happy laugh, you leaned back into him for one more. Kissing one another in the grassy outskirts of Mondstadt, Lohen thought to himself that the real treasure at the end of the journey was you.

a/n: teehee, i thought to myself, how can lohen encourage his girlfriend to use her vision? xD he seems like he'd want her to learn some self-defense, so i wrote this drabble~ anyway, if you liked what you read, please consider leaving a me a heart! (˶>⩊<˶) ♡ reblogs and comments appreciated! icymi! chai's last lohen post: under wraps, lohen suggestive oneshot (500+ notes) masterlist

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the door had been opened. you could faintly make out the rustling noises, some boots being tossed aside and the sound of footsteps. lohen’s to be exact. you’d probably think he knew all this like all the poisons he owned, but you would be dead wrong. you too knew his patterns especially in your shared home! despite that you couldn’t really muster the energy, his stupid shenanigans got the better out of you this time. fuck him honestly..

“psst bun? you here?~”

when you didnt reply he took a step closer to towards the bedroom. well he knew you were there of course. he took a turn down the hall, approaching the slight agape door. he could make out your silhouette in the dark, your hair around you like a beautiful halo and..was that his pillow you were hugging?? well..not that you haven’t done that before but he was here now. he was starting to get a bit..weirded out how no reaction came. no calling his name, no running into his arms..just silence in the dead of the night.

“ahem..bun? can’t you uh hear me? i’m finally back home! what about a kiss to my mole hm? i’ve missed ya after all!”

a slow groan escaped past your lips and you stayed turned with your back to him. “missed me..? don’t fuck with me like that..it’s like you avoided me all damn week lohen..”, you spoke tiredly. “and on top of that? i was the one caring for everything here and spent my nights alone..what else am i supposed to think this is?!”, the moment you sat up and turned to face the man, all you could make out was the faint glow of his red eyes and that stupid smirk. “awh bun~ come on don’t be like that!”

that sentence didn’t amuse you at all. your eyes getting teary at the thought how he probably treated this as a joke. were your feelings this irrelevant..? worrying about all these possibilities for it to be nothing in the end? “bun are you alright? i shouldn’t have said that forgive me.”

“will you for once SHUT UP?! you act like avoiding me for a whole week is a joke to you?? i’m all alone and barely slept?! on top of that i wake up so early just so i make it on time to the flower shop!! and you?? where the fuck are you!!” you really didn’t want to be saying all that, but you were so overwhelmed, warm tears running down your face as you squeezed his pillow closer to your chest. “do you even love me still..you are just..away so much lohen..”

lohen immediately moved to your side, his hands cupping your cheeks and making you face him. now his heart was aching, his bun was hurting because of all that? it had to be from the amount of times you were overworking yourself.

“bun what can i do for you? tell me i can’t see you crying like this”

“how can you prove to me..that you love me and you aren’t hiding something..?”

he shook his head as he claimed your lips, his tongue sliding in slow, deliberate strokes that started to leave you breathless. one hand gently cradled the back of tour head while the other trailed down your bare waist, fingers slipping between you. he never rushed it with you, he loved taking his time and tease you. he pressed the pads of his two fingers against your clit, slowly circling against it that had your breath catch for a moment.

“still mad bun?”, he whispered against your lips, voice low and warm. you tried to answer, but the slow, steady pressure on that sensitive bundle of nerves turned the words into nothing but a shaky moan. he bit his lip slowly, just watching you squirm like that turned him on so much. he slowly parted your folds, tracing your entrance before sinking two digits inside of you, inch by inch. the stretch of his fingers pulled a soft whimper from you.

“feel that?” he murmured, curling his fingers just right until they brushed the spot that made your back arch off the bed. “look at me bun~ i want you to look at me when i make you cum for me”

your eyes locked with his piercing red ones, and just that had your walls fluttering around his fingers. and lohen kept the same slow teasing pace until he pulled you over to orgasm. you grip him close, cries muffled into his shoulder as you kept pulsing around his fingers. lohen didn’t pull his fingers out yet, just letting you relax and calm down your breathing. when he slowly pulled out, he brought his hand to his mouth, licked hiss fingers clean, tongue dragging between each digit in satisfaction.

after a little he slowly settled between you, staring at you in anticipation. “tell me if i should slow down bun”, he said, pressing the head of his cock against your slick folds. he pushed in slow and steadilyc stretching you around him until his hips finally met yours. lohen stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to his length till you nodded, giving him the okay to move. lohen moved - slow, deep thrusts that dragged against every spot inside you. all you heard in the room was the sound of skin meeting skin mixing with your soft cries. one of his hands then slowly slid under your thigh, lifting it a bit higher so he could reach even deeper. the new angle had you gasping, nails digging into his back.

“fuck, bun…you feel so good”, he groaned lowly, pace quickening just for a fraction. your second orgasm was building fast, walls clenchint tighter around lohens cock. once you came, he slowed down with a few more gentle thrusts before he filled you up too. he collapsed right next to you, nuzzling you closer against him as both your breathing began to even out. the last traces of sadness had long been gone beneath the haze of pleasure.

“mm did i prove myself enough bun?~”

all you could do was flush and hide your face from him. god this was a bit embarrassing you had to admit..

“you know i love you a lot~ so don’t ya be embarrassed with me bun!”

Your shoulders immediately fell slack. Frowning, you said, “No, I’m the one who’s sorry, Mika. I didn’t mean to snap at you. Please, come in.”

The awkward younger man seemed like he was still on edge, not even making eye contact with you as he handed over the bundle of parchment. He gave you a quick, brief nod before immediately spinning on his heel.

You felt bad, but you didn’t have much free time to dwell on it. Chewing the end of your quill, you stared down at the illustrated maps of the Knights’ new patrol routes. As always, Mika had marked it with incredibly insightful intel, but the sheer volume of information was only making your headache worse.

You thought your day couldn’t possibly manage to roll any further downhill, but then the door to your office kicked open again. As quickly as it had opened, it shut, and the tallest man in all of Mondstat stood with his back to it, his teeth glimpsing through his strained grimace. He lifted his pointer finger to his lips, and your brows furrowed together so tightly, you worried your forehead muscles might stay cramped like that.

Click, click, click, click! That was the sound of Jean’s heels, marching right past your door. She was a sensible woman, as were you, so when you had told her you wouldn’t let Varka escape his duties so easily, you knew she had believed you.

You pointed at your door. “Get out of here.”

Varka let out a hearty chuckle. “Now, that’s no way to greet me, pumpkin. I just wanted to drop in and say hi!”

“While you’re running from the Acting Grand Master,” you replied flatly. “Varka, I don’t have time for your nonsense today. Some of us actually do our work when we’re told.”

You gestured to the stacks of paperwork lining your desk, and he blinked at them like he didn’t know what they were. Giving you the kind of frown that a sad puppy might give its owner when begging for a treat, Varka complained, “You’re not happy to see me? You look awful stressed, hon.”

“Because I am stressed,” you snapped. “I have to get this all done by four PM, the 5th Company has a stack of work that Gunther can’t manage alone, and everyone else around here is incredibly fucking useless with administrative duties!”

Your shoulders heaved with angered breaths. When Varka crossed the room to stand at your side, you let out a groan, dropping your face into your palms.

“Sorry,” you said. “I’m trying to keep my emotions in check.”

A large palm wrapped around the side of your head. You looked up, surprised, before your face ultimately met the cool metal of Varka’s armorplate. His thumb stroked along the back of your hair, and after a moment of hesitation, you wrapped your arms around his hips and closed your eyes.

You took in a deep inhale. His scent wrapped around you, warm with hints of fragrant cedarwood, bold like dandelion wine. It made your tense muscles relax, and the pain in your head slowly dulled.

“You’re doing a great job, pumpkin,” he murmured. “It’s okay to be a little upset.”

“I just wish everyone would do their jobs,” you said. “Why is it always that people like Jean and I have to pick up the slack? We’re just as busy as the rest of you.”

“Well…no one ever said you have to pick up the slack. Why not take it easy for today? Come out with me to Angel’s Share and have a drink.”

“Angel’s Share doesn’t open until noon,” you groaned. “And you shouldn’t be going to taverns while you’re on duty, Varka. For Barbatos's sake, you’re the Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius…”

“You gotta live a little sometimes, ya know?” he asked, the rumble of his laughter tickling your cheeks. “It’s not a crime to bend the rules every now and then, is it?”

Not a crime, but incredibly irresponsible. Though you supposed the important part was that it wasn’t a crime.

“Why don’t you just…give Gunther his half of the paperwork back? Ask one of the rookies to help with the less important parts?”

“I don’t want to be seen as a Captain who pawns my duties onto others. It’s not fair to my subordinates.”

“But you don’t do it every day, pumpkin. I’m sure your subordinates wouldn’t mind helping their favorite Captain out every once in a while. Give ‘em a pretty little smile, and any man would do anything for you!”

You snorted, smiling against him. “Wouldn’t that make you jealous?”

“Well, of course not. Even if you smile at another guy, I know I’m the one you smile at the most.”

You lifted your head, your lips still curled into a fond grin. Varka’s gloved hands rose to your face, squishing your cheeks between his palms. With that rugged smile of his, with those blue eyes vaster than the sky itself, he stared down at you as he murmured, “I’m all you see. Right, pumpkin?”

You giggled. “Right, Grand Master. Now are you going to kiss me or what?”

He let out a deep chuckle, his eyebrows popping suggestively. “Oh, I’ll do a lot more than kiss you if you want me to.”

“You’ll have to buy me a drink first,” you purred.

You felt the heat of his breath when he leaned closer. As the bridge of his nose brushed yours, he murmured back, “Of course, pumpkin. I know how to take care of you.”

When his lips pressed to yours, you smiled against them. That was your Varka alright—a little bit of an idiot, a lot of a nuisance—but also your heart’s biggest weakness.

“Let’s sneak out,” he whispered, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

Giggling, you gave him an enthusiastic nod.

“That sounds good to me, Grand Master.”

❌ writing out every possible vocalization.

this is something that took me a while to get over, HAHA. i actually think maybe in the past 2-3 years is when i stopped trying to write out so many moans, and i feel like it helps SIGNIFICANTLY. allowing your readers to use their imagination versus inserting an "ah" and an "oh" all over the place makes the piece "less cringe" in my opinion. so you'll see me use actual dialogue for moans sparingly, and most often just describe what is happening. here's an example of what i DON'T write:

"Ah, Lohen, ah! That feels so good!" - possibly said by lohen to reader...?

did you cringe when you read that? cause i sure did. here's what i like to do instead:

✅ let your readers use their imagination!

i will very rarely write a moan out loud, unless I feel like it adds some sexiness to the scene. i also tend to write the moans out more with the male character, because i feel like i'd rather hear how the man is moaning versus the reader. that's just me though. let me give you some examples of how i do this in my various works:

Something about seeing him so desperate for you, the way he always made you so desperate for him, sent a pleasured thrill right through you. With a grin, you continued your slow grind over his bulge, wringing moan after moan from his throat. The way he clawed at the arms of the chair, like he’d grab you by the hips and destroy you if he had the chance, made your chest bubble with laughter. - you've been bad

notice how i did not make lohen go "ahhh ahhh oooh oooh" and instead just described it as wringing moan after moan? this gives the reader some ability to use their imagination versus given a "script", which i feel adds some sexiness to smut pieces! i also did not write out the reader's laugh for the same reason: let people imagine what things sound like instead of telling them what it sounds like.

❌ stiff dialogue.

this is something that takes time to get an eye for, i feel, but it's also something that's pretty important. when you write your dialogue, try to envision the character saying it, or say it out loud yourself (if you can do so without being embarrassed xD). does it flow correctly? if someone said this to you in real life, would it sound hot or would it sound awkward? think about those types of things when writing smut dialogue! here's an example:

"You are going to cum from my cock in your pussy."

this is something that can be difficult when english is not your first language as well, but in casual english, this sentence reads a bit awkward. if you say it out loud, you might notice it better than just reading it at a glance.

✅ realistic dialogue that adds to the scene!

“Ah, fuck,” Lohen sputtered when you reached between his legs. As you unzipped him, he moaned, “Yeah, that’s a good girl.” - you've been bad

why did i add dialogue here and not just say "lohen moaned"? because it sounded HOT when i imagined him saying it. this is honestly how i decide if i'm going to have a character say something or just describe it: does it sound hot if i imagine it being said out loud? yes? ok then i'm writing it xD

❌ getting too technical/medical with sexual parts.

this is just a personal thing for me, but i really do not like reading the words: penis, vagina, and balls in smut works xD balls is the most casual of all three, but something about it just feels...too technical for me. even further, i try to avoid words like cock and dick because seeing that too many times can get kind of "cringe" or embarrassing to me. an example of what i don't write:

His penis slid into your vagina until his balls slapped against your ass. His cock was all you could think about.

some people may really like this style! it's just not for me, personally. here's what i do instead:

✅ playing around the literal words for sexual parts.

i try to focus more on the feelings than the dick or pussy or whatever's going on in the scene. i want to highlight the sounds and sights, do more showing versus telling. here's an example:

He moaned and you let out a hot breath, watching Lohen’s head roll back as you sank onto him. The soft sound of your cunt sliding around his member was secondary to the excited pound of your heart, then tertiary to the plap of your hips meeting his. Your hands moved to his shoulders, gripping hard as you slowly lifted up again. When you descended back onto him, taking your sweet time with it, Lohen’s curses turned so frequent and vile, your cheeks flushed at the sound of them. He jerked beneath you, hands clenching and unclenching as he let out a frustrated snarl. - you've been bad

With a brush of his ice-tipped spear, the burning flower was extinguished. You clapped like it was a magic trick, sending a touch of warmth to his cheeks. As you plucked the flower from the grass, you smiled and said, “We’re not in a rush, are we?”

“No, we’re not, but..” He awkwardly cleared his throat. “We’ve kinda been here for half an hour already. I’m running out of bag space for your flowers, Bun.”

“What? We picked that many?”

“You picked that many,” he said with a snort. “I don’t mind frolicking around with you, but I was kinda hoping I’d get to show you the fun parts of being an adventurer! Like, the killing and stabbing parts.”

“Oh…I’m sorry,” you answered, your gaze falling to your feet. “I didn’t realize I was boring you.”

“Huh? No, no, no.” He took your hands in his, giving them a firm squeeze. When you looked up at him, he gave you a toothy grin. “I’m never bored when I’m with you, Bun. I promise.”

Your face lit up with a smile. Content with the change in your demeanor, Lohen said, “I just think it’d be nice if we went to clean up some hilichurl camps or something! You can even use my dagger, if you want. Oh, or how about the mini-crossbow I made you? I’ve got it in my pack still.”

Your smile turned to a grimace. “I think I’ll leave the hilichurl stabbing to you, Lohen. And don’t tell me that crossbow thing is the reason you’re out of space for my flowers.”

He guiltily averted his gaze. “You gotta learn how to defend yourself somehow. If you won’t use your vision, then use a weapon at least!”

“I prefer a catalyst,” you said, “but even then, I prefer not fighting to begin with. It’s not like I face any danger working in the library.”

“Oh, but what if you did?” He pulled you closer, shaking his head. “Imagine a group of pyro slimes slipping into HQ, and into your precious library! How are you gonna protect your books if you can’t fight?”

“In what world would pyro slimes make it all the way into Mondstadt, past decorated knights, and into the library…?”

“Fuck, Bun—you’re smart, and I love that about you, but you’re too practical. Just imagine it! What would you do?”

“Well…” You blinked up at him. “I’d probably go looking for you.”

Your words made his heart skip a beat. Narrowing his eyes at you, he aggressively whispered, “You’re so fuckin’ cute, I can’t stand it. Come here.”

He pulled you forward, pressing kiss after kiss to your cheek as you laughed before him. His hands rose to your face, squishing your soft cheeks together before he pressed a flurry of kisses to your grinning lips. The way you giggled gave him sweet chills, his heart filled with adoration for you. In the midst of his onslaught of affection, he murmured, “I’m still gonna teach you how to fight.”

“Okay,” you answered with a laugh. “But I want to use my catalyst.”

“Fighting from afar…I like it.” With one more big, wet kiss to your mouth, Lohen let out a drawn out, “Mmmwah.”

You grinned at him. Satisfied, Lohen stroked his thumbs over your cheekbones.

“Here’s what I think,” he said. “We walk up on a hilichurl camp, I go in first, and you support me from the back. Sounds pretty easy, right?”

“I guess it sounds better than me stabbing them.”

“Exactly.” He grinned. “I wanna see you use some magic, pretty girl.”

You snorted. “If you want me to, then I’ll try. No guarantees I’m actually good at it, though.”

“No one’s good at anything on the first try. I’ll be happy just knowing you at least gave it some effort.”

“Hm. Well, then I’ll give it my very best.”

Lohen giggled, pulling your face a touch closer. As he beamed at you, he murmured, “Actually, you’re so cute that I almost wanna just take you back home.”

“Huh?” You blinked rapidly, but your smile remained. “What about adventuring, though?”

“I can show you a different kind of adventure.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re incredibly wishy-washy?”

“Oh yeah,” he purred. “You tell me, like, every two hours.”

He dove into your lips for a chaste peck, and with a happy laugh, you leaned back into him for one more. Kissing one another in the grassy outskirts of Mondstadt, Lohen thought to himself that the real treasure at the end of the journey was you.

a/n: teehee, i thought to myself, how can lohen encourage his girlfriend to use her vision? xD he seems like he'd want her to learn some self-defense, so i wrote this drabble~ anyway, if you liked what you read, please consider leaving a me a heart! (˶>⩊<˶) ♡ reblogs and comments appreciated! icymi! chai's last lohen post: under wraps, lohen suggestive oneshot (500+ notes) masterlist

“Okay,” you laughed, “but you only managed to get through one tankard.”

“S’better than none,” he grumbled. “You’re still—hic!—proud of me, aren’ you?”

“I am,” you answered with a knowing smile. “You did a really good job holding down that one tankard, Lohen.”

“Fuck yeah, I did.” His eyes found yours, his face saturated with a boozy, red color. It was almost as red as his eyes, which seemed to roll down the length of your body as he stumbled along beside you. You paid half of your attention to him, and the other half on making sure you didn’t both go plummeting into the cobblestone road.

“Have you always been this sexy?” he blurted, practically tripping over his words as he did. “I don’t remember there being two of you.”

“Seeing my twin, are you? And yes, I’ve always been this sexy.”

“Your twin’s hot,” he slurred. “Just like you. Hey, I really wanna make out with you, Bun.”

Your cheeks flushed with warmth. Smiling still, you said, “We can do that when we get home.”

“Can I—hic!—can I make out with both of you?”

You leaned your head back and laughed. Lohen started laughing too, but when you caught his eyes again, he dug his teeth into his smirking lower lip.

“There’s three of you now,” he purred. “I wanna kiss every single one.”

“Good luck with that, Lohen.”

“Thank you.”

You reached into your pocket, withdrawing your set of house keys. Right as you went to unlock the door, Lohen leaned over, making kissing noises as he tried for one of your triplet doppelgängers. He let out a confused sound when his lips connected with the air, but when you ushered him into the darkness of your home, he went right back to trying.

“Mm,” he said when his lips connected with your cheek. “There’s my Bun.”

You giggled when he put his teeth to your cheek, giving you the graze of a bite. His arms wrapped around you, along with the smell of Dandelion Wine and his woodsy cologne. He nibbled at you like an excited bunny, licking you with his tongue and rolling the fat of your cheek between his teeth, letting out a satisfied moan all the while. It was ticklish more than it was painful, filling your living room with the sound of your own laughter.

“Can we make out?” he slurred.

“Why are you asking?” you laughed. “You act like we haven’t ever made out before.”

“I’ve made out with you,” he said, “but not your two sisters.”

“You wanna make out with me or my sisters?”

“With you,” he clarified, “but I’m worried I might miss.”

With a grin so big it hurt, you clapped your hands around his cheeks. Bringing his scarlet-colored face to yours, you pressed your noses together with a cheeky giggle.

“It wouldn’t do well for you to miss, Vice Captain. What would the rest of the ranged company think?”

“I don’t think I’ll miss now,” he slurred. “You better be ready, ‘cause I’mma—hic!—I’mma kiss you, library girl.”

With a loud, unrestrained moan, he went diving right into your face, his tongue pressing flat against your closed lips. When you laughed, he slotted his mouth against yours, giving you a taste of that tankard of wine he had failed to tolerate. In between wet, sloppy kisses, he moaned, “You taste so good.” Another kiss. “Taste better’n alcohol.”

It was a low bar, but you’d allow it. He kissed you so hard, you were slowly stepping backwards, your tongue gliding across his as you lifted your hands to his face. You felt the couch against the back of your legs, and then with a soft thump, you and Lohen went falling into it.

“Mm, Bun,” he moaned. “Your sisters are watchin’ us make out.”

You laughed into his hot mouth, your ears burning with warmth. When he gave you a chance to breathe, you jokingly said, “You’re really focused on other women right now?”

“Huh? Nooo,” he drawled. “I mean, they do look like you, so…I guess I’m a little distracted.”

Before you could answer, he leaned back down, taking your lips between his once again. Threading your fingers through his hair, you smiled.

Sure, Lohen was a lightweight through and through, but you could get used to this flavor on him.

a/n: hehehe i've seen people talk about whether they think lohen is a lightweight or not, and i am here to share my hc that i think he IS xD hope you enjoyed this silly little drabble! anyway, if you liked what you read, please consider leaving a me a heart! (˶>⩊<˶) ♡ reblogs and comments appreciated! icymi! chai's last lohen post: agbsihp [5/10]: lepus miles, requiem (170 notes) masterlist