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By now, it was evening. Despite being a Fatui Harbinger in Teyvat, the Fatui had its connections with the Interastral Peace Corporation, as did you for various reasons. They were quite enthusiastic every time they sent in a representative to talk with you, always trying to strike a deal to have you work with them some more. Regardless, you were used to the attention by now.

The first time you stepped foot into the Astral Express, their beloved Trailblazer had gotten onto their knees, looking up at you with starry eyes, their hands clasped so tightly as if they worshipping you. March 7th had to scold them, a red, embarrassed flushed on her face even as she kept glancing at you with awe as well. It seemed like she really was trying to give a first good impression of herself in front of her one and only idol. Dan Heng, the quiet one, had only stuttered and intently stared at you with the same flush. Sunday, the cute bird... angel? hid his eyes with his wings every time you looked at him, his face growing darker the more you did so. Welt and Himeko greeted you with happy faces, ecstatic to meet you and to introduce you to the members of the Astral Express.

Now, when you visited today, the Trailblazer immediately hugged you as usual, welcoming you as if you were merely coming home from a long day of work like a beloved spouse.

"Darling! Welcome back~ I missed you! Did you miss me?"

They clearly had grown comfortable around you. They're such great friends, really. Even if they do love you more than what friends do.

"I did," You reply, smiling politely as usual. The usual smile that charmed them.

"Ahhh! You're so cute, sweetheart!"

March 7th huffed, crossing her arms and immediately walking over to the both of you, trying to tug the Trailblazer off. "Come on...! You're suffocating them!"

Just smile.

Truly, everyone loves you.

Maybe even a bit too much.

The fan who had barged into your workplace didn't escape your mind. Things like this were normal now.

Just be charming and nice.

Everyone likes you.

You couldn't escape now.

runrunrunrunrun

You remember when it all started that the IPC started their connections with you. You were an impressionable, naive, young kid. You signed the contract. That was all there was to it. They merely took what was promised and engaged their fans with your misery words.

It's not as if you wanted to, promise! You just couldn't escape from the situation. It was awful, and everyone saw, and everyone watched, and everyone laughed and saw and

You put on a smile every time they shined the cameras on you. You don't remember whether it was a forced one. But hey, you got more famous, right? The IPC got more famous too. Good for them.

THATSNOTMETHATSNOTME

Once you were back home, you sunk into your plush bedsheets and mattress, the same ones that Pantalone had spoiled you with.

Click.

Something flashed in the corner of your view, not noticeable enough for you to be aware of it.

Pulling out your phone, you noticed the same obscene amount of text messages from your fans on multiple social media platforms.

There were also 99+ calls, all from different phone numbers who had called many times. It was time to change your phone number again, it seemed. How did they even find out your new number?

"Marry me!!"

"OMG I saw you today!!"

"I had fun on that date with you yesterday! Are you coming to come by later?"

"AHH you're so attractive!"

"I loved your outfit!! Join me at the park later! We can talk together again under the stars!"

Unknown

"I called you earlier, why didn't you answer me??? answer answer answer answer me"

User sent 13 photos

User sent 14 photos

"Don't tell me that our time together last night meant nothing to you."

You ignored the last message. It wasn't as if they were going to know you read their message, and you weren't going to read the many other hundreds of messages right now. Besides, it was now time to scroll in bed instead, and the photos that you glazed over seemed to look like you sure, but you never hung out with them. They must've photoshopped it, so it wasn't worth looking into. There were tons of other creepy messages as well that weren't worth your time.

You notice a few more text messages a few minutes later. However, this time, from someone you know.

Aventurine

You have received 100,000 credits

"Oops. I meant to text you instead, but my hand slipped and I pressed the credit button instead."

"By the way, don't you think 100,000 credits is too low for someone like my darling beloved?"

You have received 1,000,000 credits

"Be sure to text back soon <3"

You

"Hello~ Did you need something?"

Aventurine

"Nope! Just wanted to tell my darling goodnight."

"Oh yeah, I wanted to ask if you wanted to go out with me. My treat, of course."

"You can think of it as a nice little outing after your next meeting with the IPC. They want to talk with you again."

"I'm getting jealous, really."

"Promise you won't forget me, darling? <3"

"I might just have to deal with them myself."

Aventurine deleted a message

HELPHELPHELPHELP

A week passes. The same meaningless, dull things happened again.

However, during your week, someone had slipped you a few photos of you sleeping in your bed. It sent shivers down your spine. A few clothes went missing as well. And were your things always placed that way in the living room?

There were the usual meetings with the Fatui, deals that dragged you into the spotlight for the IPC, and whatnot. Couldn't they see how tired you were? Being dragged left and right, pulled apart, having a light shining on you wherever you went, and everyone who picked you apart for them to see and watch. Your fame benefited them too much, and your face was too much of sweet candy for audience. You were antsy from being put on stage for so long once more, stuck to contracts and deals that had once appealed to you that involved your participation and spotlight. Perhaps you needed something to dull out your senses again.

Ah, but you couldn't right now. Let's not focus on the dull stuff, yes? You were now in Planarcadia for the first time, having been invited by the Astral Express to visit. You didn't choose to go with them, wanting alone time in your own misery. It was time to relax instead!

Donning a hood and a mask, you looked quite out of place here. Oh well. It was the land of Elation, where nothing mattered as long as you were having fun. It is quite the bright city, you noticed. All of the colorful buildings mixed together to create a vibrant view.

On your walk, you met a few notable figures. Ashveil, an odd detective who took on many kinds of jobs, had taken one good look at the upper half of your face and suddenly decided to bring you along with him before naming you as an entirely different celebrity. The monkey beside him, known as Narrator, only stared at him in disappointment.

"Hey! Don't blame me! Everyone here has the same good-looking face!" Ashveil only whined, trying not to embarrass himself in front of you.

You and this other person did NOT even have the same hair color! Oh well. He'd figure it out eventually. Maybe. There was also Blade and Silver Wolf, who were now in different outfits. They only stared at you intently, dissecting your every move and comparing it to determine if it was you. They didn't exactly jump onto conclusions. You only quickly walked away.

The more you walked around, the more you grew to be uneasy. They were right. There were tons of people who had the same face of you. The exact same face, walking around in different outfits. Outfits that you wore once. Outfits that the public shouldn't even know of, hidden away in your closet without being worn in public once. The same figure. The same physique. The same voice, laughing so melodically with a friend attached to the hip. Was that what Ashveil had meant earlier, with there being people having the same face?

Funnily enough, it seemed as if they were having a better time than you were, holding hands with their loved ones. The partners had varying types of behaviors. Some clingy. Some touchy. Some possessive.

You bet they didn't have the same amount of responsibilities as you did. Bet that they didn't deal with the same amount of attention everyday.

Bet that they didn't deal with the same amount of creepy letters, creepy text messages, having to change your phone number, forced to hide your appearance, force to-

Anyway, you heard of something called the "Furbobo Weekly" while walking around, surrounded by the pests who had the same faces as you with their darlings.

It wasn't fair how free they seemed to be, unlike you.

You searched up their website. As expected, there were pictures and articles of you everywhere. It seems that the Trailblazer has a hand in this magazine as well...?

There were many, many photos. Photos of you in cafes. Photos of you in restaurants. Photos of you in various shops. Photos of you outdoors. Photos of you in different homes. Photos of you in their beds. Claims of you being the real deal by the various ones who had taken the photos. There were comments under the specific articles that had such claims when you never even went to these places...

ILikeHandsomeFatuus

"Stop lying."

"We all wish he was the real one and holding us."

"You just have an imagenae in your bed like the rest of us.

AberrationsWillBeArrested

"True."

NotALiar

"Hi! I'm the photographer of the photo. I just wanted to say that yes, he's 100% real."

"Also, why is the Department of Aberration Defense responding to this??"

Imagenae? Is this what those who had the same face as you are? The Trailblazer never mentioned this to you before. Furthermore, there were also articles on those who stalked you and their photos and actions. The Furbobo Weekly also documented the amount of fanfics of you x reader, where to find such fanfics, and had a subscription related to it.

As you searched further on the internet, more photos of lookalikes popped up, as well as videos. Needless to say, you didn't want to look at them anymore. They clearly had done their job with fulfilling their hosts' fantasies and desires. Whether platonic or romantic, it didn't matter to you. They seemed genuinely happy.

SOWHYCOULDN'TYOUFEELTHESAMEWAY?

WHYWHYWHYWHY

ITWASN'TFAIR

Well, good for them! At least they were enjoying something, unlike you. Unlike you, who was going through the same motions in life. Unlike you, who was getting scared left and right by fans and society who thought they were your only one, your only lover, your only darling. Those who haunted you day and night, keeping you thinking and paranoid if whether someone was right outside your door or currently breathing down your neck.

It probably wouldn't be so bad. As long as they didn't bother you! And hey, with this new distraction of theirs, more people would come to see that they didn't need to be watching you 24/7, call your number which you didn't give out to just anyone, or take photos of you!

I'm scared of what they do with the clones

Hm? Why the nervousness in your heart? There is no need to be scared.

...

It turned out that there was another issue in your hands now. Or, out of your hands, rather. You couldn't control what other people did, could you? The Trailblazer has somehow noticed your recent silence, whether it is because of their stalking or incessant following and has taken down various posts on the Furbobo Weekly website that reviewed what was happening between your clones and fans. That didn't stop you from seeing posts on social media of such private activities between the clones of you and your fans.

Unknown

"You're all mineYou're all mineYou're all mineYou're all mineYou're all mineYou're all mineYou're all mineYou're all mineYou're all mineYou're all mineYou're all mineYou're all mine"

You ignored the text message. Likely another creepy fan.

This never will end, will it?

Oh well.

Back to smiling.

What a cutie you are for the crowd. <3

"Anaxa, I'm just getting up for water..." You murmured back, voice sleepy and tired from having just woken up. He didn't say anything about the name. He never did when it came to you.

"You can get water later. Your hydration level is fine right now. Your hunger as well. As a scholar, I review, follow your data closely, and write these things meticulously down, you know. I checked your schedule for tomorrow, and for the next three months. You need more rest, otherwise it'll create a domino effect. Also, with our combined body heat, it will create the perfect temperature for comfortable sleeping and-"

"Shut up. And how do you know my schedule for the next three months?"

Aventurine

This rich man. He spoils you in every way possible, and that includes in the bedroom. The bed is made of the finest, softest materials, and silk sheets accompany it.

Aventurine only stretches comfortably on the bed, waiting for you to join him as if he hadn't just spent an amount that most people would consider to be their entire life's savings.

Of course, who were you to refuse? You had everything that you wanted, and he was so good to you today, as he was every day.

"Darling~ I want you here by my side, sweetheart. I'm tired after all that spending, and I need some cuddles to regain some of my strength..."

You merely deadpan, your soft mood vanishing as you amusedly watched him be all dramatic as usual. How cute. You supposed he was just that needy, after all.

You slip under the covers, the silk sheets rubbing against you nicely as always. So incredibly soft. He did know how to spend his money...

The moment you got into the bed, he wrapped his arms around you, exhaling in bliss, rubbing his cheek against yours like an affectionate cat, "I love it when it's just me and you..."

"Just me and you forever, right?" Aventurine murmured, gently pulling you closer into his arms.

Blade

After a long and rough day, all Blade needs and wants is just to hold you in his arms in bed and relax with you. He's like a moody, grumpy cat that turns into a needy little kitty suddenly whenever he's in your arms.

Truly, you soothe him. He wants to be with you for all of eternity. Perhaps he could find a way to make you immortal? Or were you already immortal?

He's a soft man underneath the cold, hard exterior. He doesn't even mind when you call him Bladie or Yingxing. Whatever you call him, he doesn't mind when it comes to you.

Blade relaxes in your hold, his arms wrapped possessively around your body, already feeling himself let go. Oh, you were the perfect darling.

He laid perfectly still, content to be snug against you as you rambled on about your day to him. He loves your voice, you should talk more. He wasn't a man of many words himself. He was more content to listen to your voice instead, his beloved.

"Mm." Blade quietly hummed, making sure you knew that he was listening, as always. He nuzzled his head like a cat against you, affectionate as usual.

Blade would do anything to keep you.

Stay with him Stay with him Stay with him

Ah, this was eternal bliss.

Sunday

During the early stages of your relationship with Sunday, he would intensely blush and be flustered, wings twitching and hiding his face every time you even so much as shifted against him in bed. He was so cute, the poor angel.

Now that he was more used to and comfortable with you, he eagerly awaited your touch every night, waiting for what you allowed him to have. He'd take any scraps of your love.

"Darling... Are you ready for bed?" Sunday murmured, hands already reaching out to hold you by the waist. He couldn't help it. You were so irresistible to him.

He could only cutely smile, a lovesick expression in his eyes as you reciprocated his hug, guiding him to the bed. He quietly exhaled, immediately relaxing further as he held you against him once in bed.

"Mm... I love you." Sunday mumbled, his voice muffled as he pressed his face against you. He was obsessed and so, so in love. He didn't care about anything else when he was with you. No other thoughts buzzing around. No other stresses. Your presence was so addicting.

Preen him. Praise him. Hug him. Do whatever you want with him.

Please keep him forever. He's a just a needy little angel. Or birb. Whatever you want him to be, he could be for you.

He never wants to lose your interest.

Sunday is yours, don't forget that <3

Caelus

This raccoon... Caelus is always oddly eager whenever you're around, smiling like a schoolboy with a crush. March 7th would always tease him for it, but he never minded. Who was he to care when he could drag you around to forage through the trashcans? It was the best thing for him to do!

But even raccoons needed rest after a long day of going through other people's trashes... He would snuggle up to you contently, hugging you in bed as he excitedly started recounting what he had found through trashcans. Or maybe just his day in general. The trashcan treasures were more of a preferable topic for him, however.

Caelus nuzzled against you, affectionately rubbing his head against your soft skin, "And so I then found a naked chicken plushie that was wearing a maid costume that was actually a portable tent that also had restorative treatments like face masks and surgeries! Hey, do you think I could sell it and have someone try it out for me-?"

"What are you on about? Go to sleep, Caelus."

"But sweetheart, this is important! Don't you want to hear about the dancing rats that I found in the streets as well?"

Your poor raccoon was too far gone. Just cuddle him and go to sleep.

Phainon

This adorable, fluffy white puppy. He practically drags you to the bedroom any chance he gets with a wide smile on his face, always eager and excited to cuddle.

"Come on! I wanna cuddle and snuggle up and-!"

"Alright, alright. You're already dragging me there anyway." You smiled, amused by his eagerness. He was always like this. Either out and about, battling and challenging Mydei or doing silly, cute stuff just for the sake of your smile, always wanting your attention and to please you. The flowers and gifts he bought you the other day were still sat on the bedside table.

"Sunshine, guess what?! I saw these cute little trinkets today at this shop and I think we should go there tomorrow! I can show you around there, and I bet you'd love it! Oh, and-!"

Phainon continued to ramble, excitedly talking about anything and everything, wanting to keep your attention on him. You only hummed in response, gently petting his head and running your fingers through the silky locks.

"I also challenged Mydei to another sauna competition where we see who can stay in the hot water the longest! Just to prove how competent I am, I'll even throw on an inflatable unicorn costume over my armor!"

"...Sweetheart, no."

Dan Heng/Imbib

So cute. Really, he was like a puppy, except in dragon form. Dan Heng didn't mind sleeping with you in either form. Whatever you wanted was his command. Though, he did secretly like being in his dragon form around you. In bed, his dragon tail would wrap around your form, trapping you oh so sweetly against him.

Dragons are possessive of their mate and treasures, after all. You're considered both in his eyes.

Dan Heng gently rubbed his cheek against yours cutely, his tail wrapping tighter around your body. How could he not? You were just so perfect and snug against him... The perfect match.

Besides, when he was in this particular draconic form, he had more of a hold on you. Metaphorically and literally. He lets you play with his horns and tail, and he gets to literally trap you in his arms and tail at the same time, preventing you from escaping his very much needed and necessary daily cuddling.

"Darling... What do you think about hatching a baby Vidyadhara?"

"Where would we get a Vidyadhara egg?"

Dan Heng only averts his eyes, a light blush coating his cheeks. Must you have him say it out loud to you?

"Well... You're my mate, so... You could just do some things with me and-"

"Night."

Dan Heng only pouted at that, gently huffing against your skin, "The offer's still up whenever you want it... You know I get particularly needy at certain points."

You looked around, notebook opened on your desk, in the middle of a lecture. Everyone else was paying attention to the teacher, writing, or maybe doodling and scribbling in boredom, and listening. Not one person seemed out of ordinary. You shrugged it off, turning your body and attention back to the lecture, internally sighing. Everyday was the same. Lectures, homework, lectures, and more homework. Maybe something could happen soon? Like some drama between some random girls while you secretly listened in or overhearing some gossip about some scandalous situation.

The next day was the same. You felt a stare at the back of your head again in class.

And the next day, another.

You were going insane. Were you really being looked at or were you going crazy from all of the work and sleep deprivation? It didn't help that you maybe had an addiction to caffeine and energy drinks at this point... Cough cough.

One day, you caught the perpetrator. Zandik. It happened one day when you were doing your turn-backs, seemingly becoming daily, and he was still stuck staring at you, a hand under his chin as if this was normal. A few seconds passed of awkwardly staring at each other before he quietly sputtered, red coating his cheeks as he looked away, scowling at you. What the hell did you even do this time?

You were just an average student, getting good grades and just trying to get by. You were sure that you did nothing out of ordinary or committed some sort of action that pissed him off.

“S-Stop staring…” Zandik muttered, still wearing that pissed off, flustered scowl.

Oh. You hadn’t realized that you were still staring at him. His cheeks only became more red as he began lightly squirming in his seat under your gaze. You immediately looked away.

Huh. That was weird. You had always thought Zandik to be arrogant and cocky, refusing to work with others. And yet he just acted like a cute little puppy, wagging its tail at you.

But even puppies had masters, and that fact didn't fall upon you yet.

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Everything was weird. No matter where you went, it always felt like there were a pair of eyes stuck on you.

Well, at least you received a cute love letter today. Who know you could pull someone?

It was written neatly and had hearts all over. It didn't have a name or a signature, but it was cute!

"My dearest beloved,

You looked divine today, as you always did. I'm so in love with you that it hurts my chest. Please tell me that you need me too. I want you so much. Words can't describe how much I feel.

Please please please respond

You'll always be mine. I'll always be there with you.

Love you love you love you

You're my master, I'll always listen to you, please please please

I'll even kneel for you to take me

My dearest sweetheart, you're so enticing. My heart beats faster every time I see you. Do you love me back?"

Whoever had wrote this was clearly deep in love. It was almost pitiful, but you were flattered? They had a clear spiral of deep, obsessive love midway through.

You pocketed the letter, and a certain blue-haired puppy smiled at that.

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Tonight was different. You were already sleepy, every assignment was done and completed, and you didn't even drink any energy drinks!

You hummed, listening to some random artist, unaware and zoning out. What you failed to notice was the quiet noises outside your window, which you had so happily opened for some fresh air to add to the relaxation.

How cute of you. You then fell asleep.

"How naive and innocent," Zandik thought. But that was okay! That was what he found cute about you, after all.

He quietly opened the window, eyes staring intently at your face with a lovesick expression the whole time as he stepped into your beloved room.

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The alarm rang, signaling for you to get up as usual and head to the Akademiya.

You noticed a weird positioning of the blanket.

It didn't seem to be in place like how you had slept during the night. Oh well! People change positions while sleeping, right? But this seemed oddly like as if two people were sharing the same bed, sleeping side by side...

Regardless, you shrugged it off. Everything was weird lately.

Ah. The window was still open. You merely closed it with a small clink before deciding to get ready for another stressful day at the Akademiya.

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Zandik was acting weird in class again. He kept looking at you before glancing away with a flustered face every time you caught him staring. Weird. But then again, he was always weird, it seemed.

Seems like everything's okay!

As the bell rung, you got up, as did the other students in the room did. Packing up your stuff, Zandik shakily walked up to you, acting like a timid rabbit who couldn't handle whatever he was feeling internally.

You turned your head to stare at him as he began speaking, trying to act cocky and confident as usual when he couldn't even look you in the eyes, "G-Give me your number."

...How bold.

guys i want to write lohen too... not surprising dottore liker lol (I can't get over 6.6)