#lohen.

summary: on your anniversary night, you wind up running late on a mission that leaves you injured. don’t worry - lohen will patch you right up! (*´ω｀*)

warnings/tags: established relationship, suggestive, romantic/fluff, bunny lohen

a/n: i fr felt like shakespeare while writing this

wc: 1.3k

You had promised Lohen that you’d be home early tonight, just in time for your anniversary dinner. He had the day off, but no matter how badly you begged Jean to let you have the same privilege, she insisted you at least complete one urgent mission she absolutely needed done.

So you told yourself it would be simple. In an out, wipe out a hilichurl camp and be home in time to see your beloved. And it was simple - keyword ‘was’ - until an unexpected horde of Mitachurls emerged and practically slashed you to bits.

You somehow managed to defeat them all, though your body certainly paid the price. Thankfully nothing was broken or sprained, but the long gashes along your arms and legs were nothing to be grateful for. The moment you’d stepped foot in Jean’s office to tell her how the mission went, she’d sprung up from her chair and insisted you go get healed.

Luckily Barbara was still at the church, and was kind enough to heal you. Only the major wounds could be reversed, so you were left with numerous cuts and bruises on your skin. The worst of which being a cut just beside your lip, glaringly obvious to anyone laying eyes on your poor face.

Finally, you made your way home, your body heavy with exhaustion and your mind riddled with guilt. Poor Lohen was probably waiting at home for you - you wondered if you had made him worry. What if he made you a nice dinner and you had gone and missed it? You could picture the pout on his face in your mind, and it only made things worse.

You gently push aside the door, only to be met with the sight of Lohen, broken out of his pacing in front of the door.

“Love, you’re back!” He exclaims happily, throwing his arms around your neck and nuzzling against you. His fluffy teal rabbit ears (did I forget to mention that he’s a hybrid?) brush against the scar on your cheek, causing you to let out a wince.

Before you can say anything, he leans back and gives you a teasingly worried look. “I thought you’d never come back to me! I was sooo-“

He cuts himself off, eyes flicking across your face. “Oh, oh no, what happened? Who hurt you?”

You let out a long sigh as he helps you sit on the couch. “Lohen…I’m so, so sorry. I got caught up in a difficult mission that Jean wouldn’t let me skip…I tried to hurry, I promise I did, but I got beat up pretty bad.”

His eyes dart down, wandering over your body for a moment too long. “Pretty bad? You look alright…”

“Right, Barbara healed me. I had huge cuts on my limbs from those damn Mitachurls.” You shiver at the thought - their icy claws digging into your flesh, while you were all alone with nobody to call out to.

Lohen’s eyebrows knit in genuine concern. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m not upset you were late; I get it. I’m just glad you’re alright. Well, better, not alright.”

He can be so sweet when he wants to - and he always wants to with you. You offer a weak smile, leaning into his side. Your hand wanders up to pet his bunny ears. “I’m still sorry, Lohen, I didn’t want to mess this up.”

“No worries. You need some rest, so c’mon. We’ll celebrate tomorrow. For now, you’re going up to bed with me,” Lohen grins, standing and helping you up. “I have just the thing to help you feel better.”

You know what that grin means - he’s plotting something. Though, in your drained state, you don’t have the energy to worry about what plan this little freak is concocting, so you lean into him and head upstairs.

“All settled?” Lohen asks, standing by the bedside as you lay down on top of the covers. “Just relax. I’m here to help.”

He sits beside you in bed, gently taking your arm in his hands.

“Lohen? What are you…” you begin asking, but he shushes you softly.

“Just trust me,” his voice is a low hum, that timbre that always makes you melt. Before you can say anything else, you feel his breath against your bare shoulder.

And then he licks the scar there. The touch is light, gentle, but it does a number to you. You shiver instinctively as his lips find your skin again, his fluffy ears tickling your neck.

“Feeling better already? You really like this that much, hm?” He looks up at you through his lashes, a lazy smirk across his lips. It’s evident he enjoys this just as much as you do, as his tongue swipes over another scar on your arm.

“It does…make me feel better,” you admit, voice slightly strained. He lets out a quiet laugh as you let your mind wander.

Staring down at him, leaned so close to you like that…with the addition of his lips now against your pulse, you can’t help the thoughts flooding your mind. He seems to notice (he always does).

“What’s on your mind?” His voice is breathier as he leaves a kiss to the scar on your wrist. He shifts closer, moving to gently lick a mark on your collarbone.

His soft ears press against your cheeks, making you smile instinctively. “You. It’s always you.”

You feel him smile against your skin as your hand finds the top of his head to pet. He places his hands on either side of you to brace himself, then lifts his head.

“That one scar,” his eyes lock to the mark just above your lip, “did it hurt to get?”

You nod, momentarily pulled out of your thoughts. “From a Hilichurl’s claw…you know best that the cuts on the face bleed the most.”

He murmurs something about ‘wiping them all out’, then shakes his head. “It’s okay. We don’t have to think about that anymore.”

He takes his glove between his teeth and pulls it off, then places his bare hand against your cheek. The look in his eyes is an intoxicating mix of love and desire - he adores these moments with you, and he isn’t ashamed to admit it.

Lohen leans closer and you feel his tongue follow the scar on your face. You shiver more violently than before, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Oh?” He pulls back just enough to see your face. “You liked that?”

You nod, and he does it again, a few times. Not only does he enjoy being this close, but the lingering taste of your blood drives him wild (the little freak). You can feel the way his heart pounds as he leans further into you, chest pressed to yours.

When he leans back, his eyes are more manic than before. “Can I be honest?” He asks, his voice husky. “I hate seeing you in pain, but seeing you injured…really does it for me.” He giggles, seeing the smile spread across your lips.

“I know, Lohen,” your fingers run over his soft ears, “and it’s cute that you like it so much. I mean, if you were bleeding in front of me, I’d obviously feel bad. But you’d look hot - not that you don’t always.”

He laughs again, tapping your nose. “And you look wonderful right now. In case you couldn’t tell.”

He gazes at you for a moment that seems much too long, simply admiring you against him. Then he leans closer, giving you a real kiss as he presses his lips to yours.

…maybe your anniversary wasn’t ruined after all.

a/n: SORRYYY this took me so long to write !! I kept rewriting and I’m still not sure if I like it now but oh well it’s cute ,, TYSM ANON for the idea !!!

wc: 1.3k

warnings: none, mainly fluff, only ones I can think of are mentions of poison obviously

You certainly didn’t sign up for this.

It was an ordinary day in Mondstadt City, as typical as any other. Knights patrolled the outskirts, citizens milled about the streets, and the smell of Good Hunter’s fresh food wafted through the air. You rolled out of bed and made your way to your little flower shop, tucked away in a humble corner of town that was your own.

Everything was to be expected. The minute traces of dust on the windows, the flowers seemingly greeting you as you entered the room - everything as it should be.

Then there was one thing that was not expected.

The vase sitting on the front counter, full of bright pink hyacinths, along with a note tucked underneath. That definitely wasn’t yours - you were smart enough to know how poisonous hyacinths were, being a florist, and you’d never leave them out in the open for anyone to have access to…nor did you ever buy any.

Creeping closer, you carefully moved the vase of flowers and picked up the note underneath.

“Enjoy the flowers! Though, try not to touch them - I’m sure you’re aware what they are ♡

-L”

Signed ‘L’? Who could that be? You wracked your brain to think of anyone you knew with the initial…and only came up with Lisa, the Knights of Favonius’ librarian. There’s no way she would plant these here, nor would she have any motive to do so.

But you do remember that the Grand Master and his troops had recently returned from their Nod-Krai expedition…perhaps there was another knight who had returned that had wanted to leave you this ‘gift’.

Did you have any enemies among their ranks? Not any you could think of…but surely Grand Master Varka would know if there were any knights with the first initial ‘L’. Why not ask him? Or, instead, someone who wasn’t so busy?

You found Amber quickly, stationed at the Mondstadt City gates. She was the first person you recognized among the daily patrol. Amber seemed to be lost in thought, most likely going over the rules of the Gliding Handbook in her mind.

“Hello, Miss! Need something?” She turns to you, a bright smile on her face. You ask her if there are any knights with the first initial of ‘L’, perhaps any that are fond of flowers. Her face darkens at your words, looking a tad nervous.

“L? I know the Vice Captain of the 5th Company, Lohen. But I haven’t of him liking flowers…he’s a bit of an oddball. Why do you ask?”

Amber’s face falls instantly once you explain your dilemma to her. “Poison flowers?! Are you alright-?”

“Yes, Amber, I know how to handle them,” you reply with a sheepish smile.

“Right, you’re a florist. Though…that does sound exactly like something he would do.”

You tilt your head. “Really? A Knight of Favonius causing trouble? Does he have something against me?”

“Of course he doesn’t!” Calls a new voice from above you. You and Amber glance up and dodge out of the way at the right moment, just as Lohen effortlessly leaps down from the city’s walls and lands in front of you. “They were a gift!”

Before you is Lohen, standing proud with his hands on his hips and a content grin across his face. Amber had taken the opportunity to scramble off to her next watch post by now, not wanting to be caught up in whatever Lohen was plotting.

“Did you not like them?” He asks, an over-the-top pout settling on his lips. “I went to great lengths for them, you know. Hyacinths are super rare in Teyvat!”

You pause, momentarily stunned. “But…they’re poisonous.”

Lohen’s smirk deepens. “I know.”

“Are you upset with me, then?”

He giggles. “Nope! See, you’re a florist, I trusted that you knew they were bad for you. But on the off chance that you didn’t, then…” he pauses, leaning in close. “…I would’ve taken good care of you, and gotten to watch you squirm!”

…how was this guy allowed to be a Knight, exactly?

Lohen slips his arm through yours, his eyes lit with joy. “Well, now you know my little secret.”

Your confusion only builds. Before you can get a word out, he continues. “Those flowers? An offering. To court you, of course. Wanna give it a try?”

You’d be lying if you said you’d never noticed him before - the way he looked exhausted after training, beads of sweat on his forehead. The gleam in his eyes that only showed through when he was fighting rogue hilichurls. The sway of his steps, more upbeat than usual, after a well-earned victory. To tell the truth, he was quite eye-catching, especially to you. And quite cute. But, the flowers? As a romantic offering? What went through this guy’s mind, exactly?

Yet the way he thought about how you would react to his gift? He trusted that you knew enough about flowers to keep yourself safe from them - wasn’t that at least the tiniest bit thoughtful?

“Sure, Lohen,” you offer a tiny smile, “but for future reference, my favorite flowers are forget-me-nots.”

Lohen beams instantly, his eyes lighting up. “Great! Then I’ll happily take you wherever you’d like to go.”

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How did you end up in this situation, exactly?

Hours ago, you’d agreed to let Lohen take you on a date. To the Angel’s Share you went - which, there you learned Lohen was not fond of alcohol. Thankfully, the place was mostly empty, as Varka had taken a large troop of knights on an urgent mission, and they were the ones to frequent that place the most. Lohen had brought you up to a table tucked away in a corner on the second floor, all for the two of you. He was a bit flirty, of course, and not without the occasional sadist comment, but what you hadn’t expected was how genuinely sweet and romantic he could be. The guy tended to your every need or whim, listening to you ramble about whatever your heart desired.

And now, somehow…he laid beside you in bed. Fast asleep, cuddled up to your chest, head tucked under your arm. A languid smile rests across his lips as his turquoise hair brushes your wrist. How cute…he seems to snore a bit in his sleep.

On the dresser across the room rests the hyacinths he gave you. However, in the dark, your eyes pick up something you hadn’t noticed before. The tips of the leaves are glowing ever so slightly…?

You sneak out of Lohen’s grasp (earning a sleepy whine from him before he returns to his rest) and tiptoe over to the flowers.

Your heart skips a beat.

These aren’t just hyacinths. They’re an extremely rare variant only found in the deepest caves of Dragonspine, known as Frostbud Hyacinths. And they aren’t poisonous.

You glance back at Lohen. Knowing he put in all this effort to get these for you, and to ensure they weren’t really poisonous? He surely teased you about it earlier, but now that his intentions were clear? You knew he was right for you.

Though, he probably got off on the thought that you still believed they were poisonous…oh well.

Once you join him back in bed, it becomes even clearer by the way he curls around you for comfort and warmth just how happy he is here.

“Lohen,” you whisper, earning another quiet groan from him, “thank you for the gift.”

He smiles lightly in his sleep. What a sweetheart.