I'm a cup

"--unless its an illegal ship" NOO!!!!!!😭😭😭

Quality over quantity is what matters, 31 Nazis backing eachother up will always be more telling than 9 people calling them out.

Synopsis. Kissing Lohen's face after a bad day at work!

Pairing. Lohen x Fem! Reader

Contains. fluff, sfw, Librarian! Reader( it's not important to the storyline, but it is implied ), very soft Lohen, emphasis on his lil mole cus I don't see enough hype about it( it's SO cute ), tiny suggestive comments, one French kiss, this is a drabble lol

a/n. ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT IS LOHEN

Lohen didn't always get to enjoy his days working as a knight. Most days, he was stuck in his office, forced to do paperwork against his will. And when he was doing something interesting- training, for example- the lackies in his company would shiver in fear, tattle on him to Varka for how he's treating them, and then get sent to solitary confinement with Klee for a couple of hours.

After his confinement, he'd go out on a Hilichurl killing spree to blow off some steam. It usually worked out in his favor. Key word: usually.

Today specifically, hunting Hilichurls was no good. It seemed as though knights had already scanned the area around Mondstadt for all of the largely populated Hilichurl camps. This meant that poor Lohen had to spend extra time finding stray Hilichurls. It didn't relax him the slightest bit!

The walk home was worse. He was hungry, exhausted, and wanted nothing more than to be in the arms of his girlfriend.

Lohen imagined (y/n) was probably doing some reading at home right now. She'd been in the middle of an incredibly thick fantasy romance book, and Lohen caught her reading it every time he came home. He didn't really know it had romance in it until he peeked over her shoulder and saw that (y/n) was reading quite a steamy scene... Needless to say, Lohen teased her about it. Things went south (wink wink) from there.

Anyhow, Lohen opened the front door with a scowl and blood splattered all over his face and outfit. (y/n) was in the living room reading when she practically jumped out of her skin as Lohen walked in with stomping footsteps. She shut her book immediately and gasped, "Oh my Archons! I thought you were a robber or something!"

The young man ignored the comment, letting out an exasperated breath. "I didn't get to do anything today," he whined. "Varka reprimanded me for how I was training the knights. Then, I was sent to solitary with Klee for 4 hours, where I only got to scribble on paper with crayons, and, even worse, the other knights swept through Mondstadt and got every. Single. Hilichurl camp that I wanted to go through. Can you believe it?! Because I can't!"

Lohen slumped right into (y/n)'s lap, his face cushioned on her thighs. She set aside her book and attended to the sulking boy. Her fingers threaded through his fluffy hair, trying to ignore the blood on his face that was smearing onto her legs. "Oh, Lo, don't be upset. The day isn't even over yet. We can still make the most of it, right?"

Her words made him groan. Not because he didn't agree with her, but he was just so tired. It may have only been 5 o'clock in the evening, but he could've fallen asleep right then and there. (y/n) seemed to get the hint, so she helped Lohen up to sit beside her on the sofa, pulling him to rest his weary head on her shoulder. However, as much as she cared for her boyfriend's well-being and comfort, (y/n) couldn't ignore the blood all over him. Sure, it was normal for him to come home like that, but it was starting to get everywhere...

Sacrificing the oversized shirt she was currently wearing, she used her sleeves to wipe some of the blood from Lohen's face, to which he nuzzled his face closer to her hand like a puppy. "You get so much blood on yourself every day... I don't know how you do it," (y/n) muttered, mostly to herself.

The young man smiled as (y/n)'s hand wiped his cheek, uncovering the cheeky little mole beneath his eye. "I'm just passionate about my hobbies, Sweetheart."

(y/n) rolled her eyes, "Yeah, yeah. I should introduce you to some alternative hobbies. I think reading would be good for you."

"I do enough reading at work," Lohen grumbled, his lips forming a pout.

The young woman snorted at his words, pressing a peck to his cheek. "You're right. That means no more peeking over my shoulder while I read my books."

His frown plunged on his face, "You're no fun..."

Another kiss was pressed on Lohen's nose. "Oh hush, I know you'll find a way to do it anyway." Her hands rubbed his soft cheeks as she pulled him in for another kiss on the corner of his mouth. Another on his little mole. And one more on his forehead.

"Hey, are you trying to tell me something?" Lohen teased, relishing the attention he was receiving.

"Nope. Just making your day better," (y/n) said plainly before climbing into his lap, straddling his hips, grabbing his chin, and peppering kisses on his cheek.

It was as though he was getting ambushed with love and appreciation. Lohen's cheeks and ears were bright red, and the frown he had previously had was nowhere to be found. His hands gripped (y/n)'s hips as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Lohen was unable to string together a coherent sentence, sputtering out little giggles as (y/n) attacked his face with her lips.

Lastly, (y/n)'s glossy, plump lips landed right on Lohen's in a deep French kiss. Her hands played with the hair against his neck as she pulled him impossibly closer to him. Tiny groans left his mouth, almost turning into little whimpers. When they pulled away, both of their chests heaved against each other, and their faces were bright pink.

"So, do you feel any better?" (y/n) panted.

"So much better, Bun," Lohen sighed contentedly, pressing a kiss on her cheek. "Also, what are your plans for dinner? I'm starving over here..."

His sheepish expression did nothing but make her snort. "I'll figure something out. You, on the other hand, should probably take a shower..." Her eyes dragged over the dried blood on his clothes and face, also insinuating how sweaty he was from work.

"Now you point that out?" He smirked, "Seriously, you're all over me one moment, then repulsed by me the next."

"I'm not repulsed," (y/n) sighed as she stood up and made a beeline to the kitchen. "You're just stinky, and it's invading my senses."

Lohen snorted at his girlfriend's words. While he did want to annoy her just a bit more, he would do whatever she asked of him in a heartbeat. However, whatever happens after he gets out of the shower is a totally different story...

May I suggest Arle with (fem) reader who's an adventurer, or just goes out for whatever reason, but she always gets messed up somehow? Like, she comes home, or they reunite somewhere and Arle's just majorly pissed at some tiny little bruise or smt? Ik it sounds dumb but I've never requested anything before <3

More on the fluff side of things, bc we need a dose of happiness

A good Start

Notes : I tried to re-write this but it's too hot to think. German summer is nasty guys. Sorry. Fluff, wound healing (ig), sligthly OOC Arlecchino, but maybe I'm just nitpicking

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You, in no doubt, were looking like some wet cat right now.

Your hair was in strands, glued to your shoulders, your clothes didn't have it any better, and your shoes- you wouldn't even begin with them. And the early rain wasn't saving you grace.

The only kind of compassion you were given was by the window of a familiar office, were yellow light was streaming out of.

You couldn't sleep and decided to go on a morning walk two hours ago, back when it wasn't raining, back when your Lover had just gotten out of bed for Work. A bell chimed somewhere far of. It was six in the morning now.

You touched your cheek and when you looked at your own finger, there was blood and when you looked up, Arlecchino was standing at the window and you felt her eyes on you.

Oh, so this was it.

A sigh left your lungs as you waved up to her. She didn't return it and resorted to crock her finger a few times instead.

You got the message.

It didn't take you long, that walk of shame up to her office. The door was already open, just a sliver. As if she had expected you. As if you were wanted.

Your chest swelled up with something like love as you heard a Feather writing something down on old papers. There wouldn't have been a better way to go.

"Good morning, Arlecchino."

She didn't stop, you wouldn't expect it of her. So you sat down on the chair across, listening to the rain patter against the window.

You leaned against your chair when she put her feather aside, rubbing her wrists. "Good Morning.", she returned and looked up.

She squinted, annoyed. Then she got up.

You were already leaning your cut cheek towards her, there was no use in hiding it, after all.

Arlecchino grabbed your face with one hand, nails digging into your flesh. You'd be lying if you said that you weren't enjoying it.

Then she snickered. "Now how did this happen?"

You followed her when she went back to her desk, looking in her drawers and what not.

"I was uncareful and brushed a broken nail."

She looked up as she pulled out a kit. "My Children are more cautious when training with Wooden Swords than you running around Mondstadt."

"It's just a scratch.", you argued.

"From a broken nail.", she sat back down on her chair. "Sit."

You grinned while taking your rightful place on her lap as she was dipping something into something.

You let her put it on your wound while hissing.

"I nearly thought you'd be already leaving."

"And miss breakfast with you and Archons know how many children? Not for the world."

"They have grown to like you.", she admitted, watching you carefully. "Been asking for 'Fathers' Friend who's boots are always dirty."

You laugh. "They aren't always dirty."

"Yes they are.", she put the cotton stuff aside and leaned back. "Even if you shake them out, you always bring something in and the poor children then have to clean it up."

She then grabbed a needle. "That bad?"

She didn't answer and just fiddled a string through it. "Be more careful."

"It could've hit my eye…", you let her pull you closer.

"That's exactly why, now don't move. I put a "

You pouted.

"What did I just say?"

You had been in more… complicated positions before and yet this proximity made you blush. "But… I think I like them too. The children."

You hissed shortly.

"They are sweet. Even with the circumstances."

She huffed. "I'm glad you think so."

You slumped a little, feeling her hands work on you, listening to the early Rain. Your heart slowed down, you even got a little dizzy after a minute.

"Breath.", she commanded all of a sudden.

You looked up in surprise as she was already putting the stitching set aside. Well that was fast.

Then she hit you in the chest and you started coughing. "What the fuck-"

"You stopped breathing."

You squinted.

"You do that a lot."

You crocked your head. "Is that something bad?"

All of a sudden her hand was on the side of your head and she started scratching. "Depends on how you see it."

You hummed. "So how do you see it?"

Silence.

"I'm afraid I've grown a liking to you.", she admitted.

You blinked. "You just- you're never that direct."

She hummed. "I don't like to be, but I'm afraid it's the only language you speak."

You lean against her chest.

"Perhaps… I've grown to like you too."

She continued her scratching.

"Perhaps. Perhaps I'll stay longer than just for breakfast, if it is alright with you."