Albedo:

As a renowned alchemist, Albedo is very proficient in all alchemical fields, including bio alchemy.

Subsequently, he is also very knowledgeable in the inner workings of the human body, and understands the biological mechanism behind most illnesses and how to prevent them.

Alchemist takes a lot of preventive measures, keeping you on a healthy diet and having you exercise daily. He also begrudgingly lets you out on the walks, with his supervision and far away from any civilisation of course.

He also has a keen eye for changes in your body and he will realize you caught something before you even sense it.

In that case he'll just slip some medicine into your food and you'll get better even before sickness progresses further.

All in all, Albedo is great at keeping you healthy, as your physical well-being is a very high priority to him.

However, the alchemist can become so consumed by his studies that even you temporarily fade into the background.

It’s a very short window of time, but if you manage to get significantly ill, he will blame himself to Hell and back.

You won’t know of his self-loathing though, as Albedo isn't expressive enough, wearing a facade of calmness even if everything beneath it boils and burns

He will quickly find a cure, and do everything to help you feel better as his mind starts to wander into darker places.

Albedo possesses a wide array of knowledge and he knows various cases when simple colds lead to some awful complications that sometimes have cost lives.

Logically he knows it's highly unlikely that you will get that bad, especially under his care, yet the anxious thought remains, nagging at him.

Your illness will be as stressful to him as it is to you. Alchemist's brain will conjure thousands of unfortunate possibilities that could harm you and cut your life short.

Once you recover, Albedo will sigh in relief and rethink his measures regarding your health - he can't let something like this happen again.

Maybe he should start slipping some prophylactic drugs into your food.

Diluc:

Ragnvindr heir is fiercely protective of you, eager to shield your being from any harm possible, including sickness and injury.

Just like Albedo he also takes preventive measures - diet, exercise, monthly check ups, even very short and very supervised walks on the winery territory.

Diluc is a big worrier, he almost always feels low level anxiety especially if it's something regarding your well-being.

He even thought of buying a manor - Dawn Winery, despite its impressive size, is still too small for an inner garden or a courtyard and with a new estate you could walk among greens and get your dose of fresh air without actually going outside, and the possibility of your escape will be lower too.

Diluc also derives some sort of pleasure from caring to you - it’s an act of both love and ownership to him. He will never admit of the latter though, as his feelings regarding your kidnapping are very confused and conflicted - Ragnvindr lies to himself, saying that it was for your protection only. Admitting that he feels possessive of you is admitting that he yearned not only for your safety.

Despite that, Diluc still has to part with you from time to time - he is a busy man having to juggle winery business, patrol Mondstadt streets as Darknight hero and fight against Fatui and Abyss at the same time. He will entrust you in the hands of Adelinde and a couple of other maids who went through a harsh vetting process, ordering them to keep an eye on your health at all times.

He will be more concerned about your sickness than you are, spending ridiculous amounts of mora on physicians and medicine.

The doctor can diagnose with a simple cold, yet Diluc will ask another for a check up just to be sure - who knows maybe the first one has made a mistake, maybe even the second one also misinterpreted your symptoms. Same goes for the treatments, as he has no faith in them either.

He will fret over you like a worried mother hen, but because of Diluc’s usual awkwardness he will fail at displaying his concern, so you will be stuck with even gloomier Diluc looming over you.

He will spend so much time near you he might catch the illness himself.

Diluc will start thinking about buying a manor more often.

Kaeya:

Kaeya isn’t the best at caretaking.

He won’t even believe you at first, thinking that it may be some kind of ploy to fool him and escape. He would absolutely do that if he was in your situation.

Cavalry captain will give you a knowing look every time you cough, sneeze or complain about soreness and fatigue. Who could’ve known that he would rub off onto you?

He will believe you once you develop more severe symptoms, like fever or unstoppable cough, that leaves you shaking and in tears.

Kaeya will jokingly apologize for his lack of trust, but he will be panicking beneath the mocking smile.

A lot of people have abandoned him in the past, and he will view your ailment as you trying to leave him too by dying.

A rational part of him knows that it’s not true, it’s not your fault that you got sick and death is definitely not a way out for you.

He will also reassess the way he views you - despite being talented at interpersonal communication playing on your heartstring and manipulating you into what he wants Kaeya isn’t the best at understanding himself.

Before he thought little of you - you’re a toy, a scapegoat, a stress relief, nothing that holds any significance and cannot be replaced, yet the prospect of losing you puts the whole situation into new light. In less than a day you are mentally elevated from the mere plaything, to someone important, someone irreplaceable.

He won't change the general way he acts around you though, as he thinks of emotional vulnerability and openness as a major weakness to exploit, still being that teasing and infuriating bastard you came to know him as.

Yet sometimes Kaeya will allow himself small moments - things that usually wouldn’t matter so much - a chaste kiss placed on the top of your head, his hand tracing yours, fingers intertwined together. He will also be a tiny bit more lenient when you misbehave.

Unlike Diluc or Albedo, Kaeya lacks funds or knowledge to treat you right away - he can’t bribe multiple doctors into keeping their mouth shut and his knowledge of biology is surface level at best.

He will still try regardless, giving you the same medicine he buys in the rare times he gets sick.It’s a win or lose situation, as his treatment may both worsen and better your health.

Venti:

Venti is acutely aware of your mortality and fragility, memories of thousands of thousands deaths resurfacing everytime he sees you approaching even the hint of danger.

As a result, he is very protective of you, no matter how carefree and childish he may act, as his teal eyes carefully oversee everything you do.

Nevertheless, the sickness, the ailment - this particular aspect of human vulnerability slips his mind - Barbatos, despite his peaceful demeanor, is someone who lived through a lifetime of turmoil - the overthrow of Decarabian’s despotic rule, earth shattering Archon war, Vennessa’s rebellion against corrupt Lawrences.

He always feared that your life would be ended by the stray arrow or a swift sword, not an illness.

Venti will cure you right away using his powers - with gnosis or not, he is still a mighty deity, even if years of absence left him weakened.

Although you’re perfectly fine and healthy now, the bard will still fret over you, scared of your passing.

Amber

Despite the fact that she can be rather forgetful and disorganized at times, Amber will consider caring for you as a highest sort of reward and responsibility at the same time.

It’s thrilling to have you all weak and dependent on her, Amber’s darker side swells and blossoms at this sight - outrider will never admit it though, preferring to think of herself as a simple girl who fell head over heels, not some freak who derives pleasure from the control over one vulnerable person.

Moreover, she is a generally kind person finding helping others generally rewarding and satisfying, so tending is also a kind of duty, feeling responsible for your health and well-being. It just doesn’t sit right with her to keep you ill, even if it gives her an upper hand.

The outrider will be very eager to help you recover and get better, even if it means parting away from you. The doctor might prescribe some special herbs that grow only in Liyue or say Dragonspine, and Amber will take it with all seriousness, starting to pack all of the needed equipment the same day.

She will depart for her destination, unafraid of both harsh, boreal winds or the beasts of other land, her determination burning as bright and hot as her pyro-infused arrows.

When she returns, the travelling bag full of the needed herbs and plants, she will lunge at you caging you in a tight hug and peppering your face and neck with kisses, uncaring that she might get sick too - Amber missed you that much.

Then, she will turn into your personal caretaker - always attentive and sometimes stern, she will guide you on the path to recovery, insisting that you need to do everything to get better.

Amber will also be an especially good listener - being sick sucks, she knows it, she also knows that you have a lot of grievances given your situation and if providing a careful ear to all your complaints will ease even an inch of your suffering she will gladly do it.

Eula

The offspring of a widely hated, but also incredibly wealthy clan, Eula has always received all the medical help she needed as a child, be it a thin, shallow scratch and a couple of angry bruises after the sword training session or the seasonal cold she accidentally caught.

On the other hand, she never received any emotional support during those times - recovery is a hard process, both mentally and physically, and spending her days completely lonely and sick left a lasting impression on Eula. Lawrences shrugged off her complaints and pleas for some compassion, an understanding, gentle care - she is of noble blood, she needs to be above some bodily discomfort - no matter if she’s an ill, feverish eight year old in need of some comfort.

Subsequently, she knows how to treat most of the ailments, yet she is bad at providing emotional support. Deprived of love and care her whole life, Eula is clumsy and awkward at providing it for you - you need some direct words of reassurance, something that isn’t hidden by her usual vengeance-obsessed facade.

Eula will spend a considerable amount of mora on your medicine, it’s so big that her Spindrift captain salary might not fully cover - she doesn’t care as your health is her top priority.

Instead of words, she will show her support and care in deeds, cooking some light but savoury and fulfilling soups, as not to disturb your stomach and offering massage and her services.

Eula won’t let you do anything taxing during this time, taking the full brunt of your tasks and jokingly “threaten” you with a vengeance she will have if you dare to disobey her and do something hard.

All in all, she is a very awkward yet dedicated caretaker, becoming extra overprotective during your sickness.

Jean

Jean, to her dismay, can’t afford to spend much time with you with all of Mondstadt relying on her. Your dates are rare and short, yet she awaits them with a mix of excitement and anticipation, pushing herself further and further to complete more work, so nothing can possibly distract you two from your shared time.

She will get very upset once she sees you all red-eyed and coughing, immediately blaming herself for your declining health.

Prepare to be confined to your room and endlessly coddled, as Jean becomes a watchful, overprotective and stern shadow at your side.

She won’t stop working of course, preferring to take some documents with herself as she watches over you and your activities.

It will actually lead to her overworking again. You will have to beg her to take a break, both from caring for you and the Favonius business.

She will cave in, of course, assigning some of her duties to Kaeya and Lisa and asking Barbara to visit and check up on you, before taking a well-deserved day-off.

However, the anxiety of something going wrong will appear in Jean’s head on the first day, on the second one it will become so loud and haunting that she will break her promise to rest and come back both to you and unfinished papers, feeling ten times guiltier now.

Will oversee your recovery, while working. She will be so stressed out that she might catch sickness from you.

Now you will have to tend to her, a sudden turn that hard working yet incapable to work at the moment Jean will find a sudden pleasure in.

Lisa

Lisa is the best graduate of Sumeru academy for the last two centuries, so it’s no wonder that she quickly notices and identifies your sickness.

Despite the initial urge to heal you up, she will stumble, deciding to fully use this opportunity to her advantage.

The Librarian's mind contains multiple recipes of potions that can easily cure most of the illnesses, yours included, it also has a lot of knowledge of weak poisons - substances that don’t kill, but can worsen one’s ailments.

You won’t know better, accepting the potion that is said to quickly fix you up. The substance brings a quick relief - both sneezing and fear disappear, as your cough lightens.

It quickly changes however, as after three or for days of quick and obvious improvements, symptoms crush you with a renewed force. You don’t know the reason for it, yet you never blame Lisa or her potion.

Lisa will teasingly chide you for overworking yourself into the relapse, as she slips a tiniest bit of the poison into your treatment, so you stay weak and needy and so deliciously dependent on her.

This game however will soon bore Lisa - having you vulnerable around you is cute and good, yet caring for you takes both time and effort and Lisa likes you more when you’re more independent.

You will never learn why you had such an awful sickness, but you will be grateful to the witch, thanking her for all the medicine she provided you with.

Rosaria

During her time with bandits, Rosaria has never received proper care - everytime she got sick others would just laugh at her and force her to work, deaf and blind to her distress and suffering.

This habit, an attitude that was forced by others onto her, is still present to this day - the extravagant nun is less than interested in her own health, preferring to ignore the signs of the sickness - she can work with that, she always did.

Seeing you on the other hand all sick and weak emerges something in her - it just doesn’t sit right with her.

Rosaria knows that you won’t die - she had it worse and she’s fine, but the nagging feeling doesn’t disappear. A low level anxiety for your health will be a great nuisance in her eyes, as she continuously loses her sleep over several nights.

It all will end with the nun begrudgingly starting to care for you. Rosaria always thought that doing anything for others is bothersome and tiring, yet now cooking a light chicken soup and checking your temperature she can’t help but feel like something missing returns to her. Maybe she was meant to look after you.

She will never admit it though, unused to having anyone of importance in her life, so you will be stuck with an intimidating nun wordlessly spoon feeding you soups and medicine.

The archon war is at its peak, when an oceanid, Periboea, brings sudden news to you - the deaths of Guizhong and sealing of Osial. The former produces nothing but a sly smirk - the Dust Goddess, despite her kindness and wisdom was still a formidable opponent, another competitor for the title of the Seven.

The latter, however, makes you both frown and sigh in relief - the Vortex Lord was your ally, a needed help to fight and defy Morax of Guili plains, yet he also was a future enemy - the grounds of your so called alliance were shaky, unreliable, ready to change at any moment like dark waters you both command.

Now, with him sealed away you don’t have to worry, you don’t have to worry about Osial turning against you, you have to worry about facing the Lord of Rock alone instead.

“Out”, you dismiss Periboea, sensing the forming headache. What should you do? What should you do? With the Guizhong out of the picture it would be easier for both you and Osial to finally overpower Morax and take over the plains if it wasn’t for him being sealed away.

You stay motionless and deep thought for a while, thousands of possibilities appearing in your mind - none of them a clear solution, a path to absolute victory. Suddenly water spirits visit your abode, bowing in both fear and deep respect - Morax has made a new step in this bloody version of xiangqi. You stand up then, gritting your teeth and taking your weapon - war never waits.

With no reckless but also insanely strong and fast Osial by your side, Morax’s power shines in a new light - his presence is felt everywhere, despite his figure still being unseen. You call to the power of the seas, sending wave after wave to look for your enemy, until a voice booms nearby.

Ah.

That’s why you couldn’t see him.

Morax looks pitifully small and weak in his human form - with a razor sharp talons and long serpentine body replaced by the soft mortal flesh he doesn’t inspire usual awe or terror, yet you keep your guard up. He stands on the shore, surrounded by his lackey adepti near some strange machine.

Guizhong was working on that ballista, you realize, focusing your eyes a bit longer.

“[First]”, Morax says, his usually calm voice now gravelly and dead - Guizhong’s passing must have been hard on him.

“Morax”, you reply, understanding his intention - it’s the last battle then.

You start to fight - adepti lunge at you, while their lord stays on the ground, fiddling with the ballista. You keep an eye on him, while carefully evading the blows from his lackeys - they might be lesser creatures, but even a snake can kill a lion, so you keep a distance, slowly but surely approaching the sandy shore.

“Now”, Morax yells, to his adepti, not you. You quickly turn in his direction, alarmed of what he might do next, only to see a bright glowing bolt shooting your way. The time freezes, as you scramble away and somehow you succeed, projectile grazing only a side of you.

“Huh”, you whimper, seeing how the nearby waters turn red from your blood - oh, Morax will pay for that. You will make him pay for that.

“Oceanids!”, you command your servants, voice travelling through the entirety of the seas: “rip Morax’s loyal dogs to shreds”, a thousand of voices echo your war cry, water spirits finally emerging from the blue deeps.

With the loch folk on the surface, the tides of battle turn against your opponents, as you shift your look on the Morax again - he feeds ballista his energy, hastening the next shot - you won’t have it. Focusing hydro energy is easy, forming your own water mimic is even easier.

You send the replica of a great leviathan to Morax’s direction, the volume of water splatters everywhere upon crushing on the shore, breaking Guizhong’s last masterpiece. This prompts Morax to finally face off you, with his spear in hand and fierce amber eyes burning brighter than any star.

“You will pay for that”, he whispers, the dragon evident in each syllable.

“We’ll see”, you taunt, finally taking out your weapon. Your battle looks like a dance, with your moves fluid and flexible, yet fast and unstoppable, like a river flowing in the spring. A laugh escapes your lips, the thrill of the battle getting into your head, so you don’t notice his lackeys disappearing from the battlefield.

“Now”, Morax says again, looking past you.

A blindingly bright bolt flies into your direction - you haven’t destroyed the ballista completely - there's not enough time to dodge.

It goes right through you.

You scream.

Everything fades to black.

***

You wake up in the unfamiliar room, clothed in the unfamiliar clothes and surrounded by unfamiliar things. You can’t sense the call of Celestia, meaning that you’re either outside the Teyvat or in someone’s pocket dimension. This is bad. You almost jerk, but you can't - a burst of pain explodes in your solar plexus upon the slightest of movements.

With a shaking hand you touch your midriff, feel a hastily sewn hole and then you come to a horrifying realization - you can't feel your hydro. A distressed noise escapes you as you caress the injury, a lack of elemental core crushing you better than any humiliation or defeat.

Consumed by your grief for the lost powers, you miss the moments someone enters the room. It’s Morax again - he looks vastly different now, with all hints of his usual bloodlust and cold fury gone, he resembles a kind and wise dragon from the fairy tales human parents tell to their children.

“[First]”, he starts, taking one slow step after another, careful not to scare or enrage you: “I am happy you’re finally awake. You’ve been unconscious for a while now”.

You look at him with angry, accusing eyes, all of your grievances temporarily forgotten: “I can’t believe you did it, I thought you were an honourable person”, he lightly tilts his head, feigning ignorance: “You ripped out my core! I bet you were enjoying every second of it, you sick bastard!”.

“None of that”, he deflects your insults: “your core was destroyed by the ballista, not me. The last projectile went through you and subsequently your core”.

“Well”, you rise from the bed, despite the agonizing pain: “you stole me too! Ballista has nothing to do with this!”

“It’s either that or the eternal seal”, he adopts the patronizing tone and you want to kill him just for that: “with your core gone, I doubt you will restore even a fraction of your power, so sealing you away will be a waste”.

“A waste”, you repeat, remembering that Morax is not only a god of martial arts, but also business and commerce: “What is there to waste? I have no power now, no reason to live”

He wordlessly comes to you after this phrase, his hand touching the bandaged torso, before his amber eyes glance at you momentarily. You know that look, have seen it during the countless battles - cold, calculating and thoroughly fixated - a shiver goes through you.

“I am the one who defeated you”, he finally says, so quietly that even you with your superhuman hearing have to strain your ears: “You belong to me now, I can give you a new reason for living, I can make you accept and embrace it”.

You look at his eyes and the hand he laid upon the injury, fear caused by his words alone paralyzing your whole being. A whole tornado of thoughts appeared in your mind, each one of them anxious, nervous and unsettling.

“You should have expected this”, Morax mutters, noticing the dread that clings to you: “your insufferable taunts and your little tricks, you wanted to be my first thought in the morning and the last in the night, you have succeeded”.

A warm hand cups your face, and you can’t find any comfort in it, as strong fingers pry open your lips. He forcefully kisses you, his tongue invading your mouth, as you desperately battle the panic. Finally you take control of your body back and quickly shut your teeth together, biting him, tasting a coppery blood”.

He leans back, still collected, despite the blood escaping past his lips: “I should have expected this”, he says more to himself than to you and then he shifts his eyes back to you: “Still, I have a lot of time to tame a wild sea beast like you”.

Long before Liyue’s borders had been established and the harbor bloomed into the prosperous city that it is today, the Geo Lord, Rex Lapis gathered all lesser deities and spirits dwelling in the current nation’s territory and concluded a contract with most of them, ensuring the protection of his country and people. Some of them signed a contract out of fear before archon’s power, some did it for mutual benefit and some out of gratitude and deep reverence. You are in the latter category, a simple forest spirit that was saved from the distorted monsters left after the archon war by his grace and power alone.

It was a simple day when you felt an enormously malicious energy surrounding your green abode, and soon they showed up, killing intent and will of dead archons seeping out of them. You were fast and agile enough to dodge creatures' hits, which couldn't be said about the others. Your fellow spirits and animals with whom you were sharing this forest soon fell victim to the perpetrators' attacks. Dark energy entered and desecrated the lands, poisoned the waters and even possessed the bodies of your old friends.

You were running away, fatigue finally catching up to you, despite the inhuman nature and you soon fell to the ground. There were a myriad of thoughts and feelings reeling inside of you - grief for your now dead friends and home, anger at the monsters and most importantly frustration with yourself. You aren’t human, not a single part of you is, so why were you so weak and helpless, unable to do anything as you left your loved ones for slaughter and massacre?

Guilt and shame washed over you, as you allowed tears to burst free - you were bad, you were disgusting for not doing anything, not helping anyone. Monstrous roars and growls got closer, a promise and a threat of what will happen to you. You closed your eyes, accepting the imminent end and bracing for the upcoming pain. And then the most unexpected thing happened - the earth underneath you vibrated, tremors knocking the beasts off their feet, as a tall basalt pillar rose from the ground.

Soon the stranger appeared, ending the monsters in one swift and elegant slash of his spear. He donned an otherwise simple white attire adorned with golden threads, with a long ponytail showing from the hood, but the most eye-catching details were piercing amber eyes and the glowing patterns all over his body of the same colour. You forgot how to breathe for a second as you watched your unexpected savior - he was beyond handsome, possessing the kind of beauty that would have mortals blushing and stuttering.

He then looked around, finally noticing your sprawled form. “Are you all right?”he asked, his tranquil and calm voice tinted by the shadow of concern and lending his hand. “I am”, you sputtered out and took an outstretched limb, feeling infinitely clumsy and ugly, face heating up from embarrassment. “That is good”, his voice despite still possessing the same serenity took a warmer tone.

As you learned later, you were saved by one of the seven remaining archons, a lord of geo. Filled with shame for your dishonorable escape and gratitude for your unforeseen salvation you signed the tightest contract with Rex Lapis - a blood written pact.

Unlike the contracts mortals establish, a contract between two immortal beings lacks the parchment or ink or a signature, they use magic and techniques that echo directly into their soul, preventing even the possibility of the terms' violation. Blood written pact binds to the vital essences of one, an ancient magic flaring up once the contractor intends to break the agreement, stopping and warning them of what's to come once they do breach it.

Your blood sizzled and boiled as you pledged your life to Liyue, magic singing in your veins and resonating with your soul - Rex Lapis saw the potential in you to be a great warrior and designated you to serve him as one of the yakshas, so you obeyed, training your body and spirit to withstand the endless calamities you no doubt will have to face. One day, after a grueling training you almost gave up, but forced yourself past your limits. I must redeem myself and repay Rex Lapis, you thought, gritting your teeth and taking a battle stance again, and then a miracle happened: a blue glowing orb materialized in the air - a vision bestowed by the hydro archon.

Sometimes you still reminisce about this moment and recite the oath you gave back then - I pledge my life to the protection of the Liyue nation and the will of Geo Archon, Rex Lapis for all the centuries to come.

Soon, you ended your training and started to protect Liyue just like other four adeptis all of whom were also saved by the Geo Lord. For centuries you five defended the nation as it bloomed and grew into something that you couldn't even imagine. And even after centuries of slaughter as your karmic debt started to slowly eat you from inside, slowly, but surely devouring your sanity by the smallest pieces you always found strength to move forward by recalling your first meeting with Rex Lapis, reverence before your God and guilt before the dead driving you further and further.

With time a dull, yet constant pain made its way into your bones. Sometimes it would make your eyes fill with unshed tears, sometimes wake you up in those rare times you slept without nightmares, sometimes it made your hands tremble, almost dropping the weapon in the middle of the battle. You couldn’t suppress and endure it like Xiao does, letting out a pained whimper here and there, yet you still upheld your duty to the Liyue. It almost felt like routine, until two awful events happened: the death and defection.

The fear and hatred of all those who fell victims to your weapons were slowly seeping in your minds, driving you mad with bloodlust. It all happened so quickly: you were watching out for other demons as Bonanus and Pervases were patching up Alatus after the intense battle, while Bosacius looked at the other front, weapons ready, and then Bonanus lashed out, aiming for Xiao's neck. The anemo yaksha quickly darted to the side, but the weapon still grazed the copper bird's neck, his blood forming a quickly growing pool underneath. You had to put the bloodlusted yaksha yourself, something inside of you breaking as you did so - it was one thing to stand against hordes of demons and monsters and it was another to kill your friend.

You couldn’t talk or look into the eyes of the other two after that, despising yourself for yet another failure - first your forest, then your friends, you were helpless to save anyone. And then Bosacius left, you had no idea where he vanished, but these two events prompted Rex Lapis to visit both you and Xiao, as yakshas shrinked in numbers from five to two in less than a week.

You kneel before the Geo archon when you notice his tall figure between the ancient trees - unlike Xiao, you prefer to live in the woods, the familiarity of nature reminiscent of a home you once lost. Your Lord ushers you to stand up, his face solemn and grim.

“[First]”, he starts, exhaustion evident in each syllable: "For centuries you protected my Harbor, and despite turbulent times passing you still uphold your duty. I find that admirable".

Your eyes go wide and you turn your head, unable to receive such high praise from your God, you feel your cheeks heat up at the compliment, acknowledgement of your hard work, and even constant pain or the death and disappearance of your colleagues became less serious of the issue for a mere moment.

"I am not worthy of such praise, my lord, I am only doing my job, fulfilling the contract", you deflect, looking at him again. Archon's eyes crease a little and a small frown appears as you say "contract", yet he quickly wills his face into an impassive mask.

"I suppose I made a mistake when I asked you to be my yaksha back then, I have misjudged your worth ", he continues, voice becoming distant and strangely tense, as he reminisces about the days long past, amber eyes looking both at and through you.

"My lord, I…", you start and then stumble over the words, unsure what to say next. Is this his way of telling you that you're bad at your job? You cast your head down, eyes lowered in shame, hands that spilled adeptus' blood trembling and burning. "I am deeply sorry for letting you down in that way, I will do my best to redeem myself from now on” .

A warm hand touches your shoulder, squeezing it slightly in a comforting manner. His palm is warm and firm, comforting in its steadiness like a tall cliff standing proudly against the raging tides, indestructible and reliable.

"You have no reason to apologize for this. Something like this would inevitably happen sooner or later, you have no fault in the events that occured. I suppose karmic debt would drive one of you insane eventually".

He sounds calming, reassuring, like a parent soothing a child. You still don’t lift your head to meet his gaze - you’re too guilty and unworthy to do that. There are no words you can speak now, not when you have been so thoroughly destroyed by your lord’s kindness - how can he look at you and see someone innocent?

“No, I meant that all those centuries ago, when I first met you I didn’t discern the gem hidden in the crude ore” he adopts reminiscent tone again, his hand now moving on your shoulder in slow and steady rhythm: “I knew I wanted you to be by my side, I didn’t know who I wanted you to be though. I needed time to understand my own feelings and the way I viewed you, and then I needed some more time to accept those sentiments”.

“What sentiments, my lord?”, you ask, finally looking up to him, brows slightly frowned in confusion and curiosity - it’s rare to see the Geo archon talk about his inner workings so openly, as he usually prefers to keep a cordial distance or masterfully redirects the conversation into a completely different direction.

“Over the years, as you protected my nation and my people, I finally understood it”, his hand shifts from your shoulder and now he cups your own two palms in a firm yet gentle hold: “I cherish you, [First]”.

The sudden declaration leaves you stunned and speechless for a good minute: you look at your god with wide eyes, mouth opening several times like a fish out of water. A myriad of thoughts and feelings go through you: confusion, disbelief, inferiority.

“I… That is very sudden for me to… learn about your affections”, you finally utter, forgetting to add respectful “my lord” at the end. Your voice comes off as small and hesitant as you say so. Rex Lapis doesn’t seem to mind your confusion as he takes a second to collect his own thoughts.

“The yaksha title I have burdened you with takes a toll both on your mind and your body. I severely miscalculated, so I want to redeem this mistake”, he sounds regretful now, one hand moving to caress and cup your face. You go stiff, still overwhelmed by the whole conversation. “I can free you from your contract if you decide to become my life companion”.

“But, my lord, it’s so sudden I can’t just..”

“Hush, I won’t pressure you into an intimate relationship right away. No, we will wait and learn about each other and once you will be comfortable enough to let me enter your life and your heart we will marry, uniting our fates with a contract that shall never end”.

You lower your head again, but this time in contemplation instead of guilt and shame. What do you feel for Rex Lapis? Admiration - he is a powerful deity, capable enough to flatten mountains and raise new ones with a single slash of his spear. Gratitude - he was the one that saved you and sheltered you, until you grew strong enough, he gave you a reason to live when you had none. Respect - he is a capable leader, smart enough to build a foundation and guide people of the most magnificent nation in Teyvat.

You feel no love for him, not the kind of love he wants anyway. You know about his patience and how affections sometimes take years to finally mature and bloom, but the thought of spending decades, maybe even centuries in hopes that one day you will reciprocate is nauseating to you.

How do you feel about it? A part of you wants it - it’s an easy way out to get rid of the pain, of the fear and bloodshed, of the death that clings to you at every waking moment. You remember how you spend most of your nights sleepless, drowsiness leaving you the same second you dream of blood and carnage and massacre. You remember your whole body throbbing and burning on especially bad days, when even Remedium Tertiorum can’t do its job. You remember crying and gasping for air after the weight of the slaughtered gets too heavy for you to handle.

You almost say yes, out of these reasons alone, but you stop yourself - you think of Xiao, of how lonely he will become once you leave. You think of heartfelt smiles that mortals gift you with on those rare occasions you have to save them. You think of the slaughtered spirits before whom you still have to atone to.

“I am sorry, my lord” You look him straight in the eyes, bracing yourself for the words you are about to say: “I can’t match your feelings, nor can I accept your offer, not now at least”.

Amber eyes lose their warmth in the instance, the comforting aura he was exuding earlier replaced by the weird tension between you two. Looking at this image, you suddenly remember how ruthless Rex Lapis can be on the battlefield as for a fraction of the second he looks at you as you’re an enemy.

A horrible pain shoots right through your body, and your short scream follows. You fall on the floor, gasping for air, deaf and blind from the overwhelming pain. Geo archon quickly takes your form, carrying you to your sleeping place, as you try your best to breathe and not cry.

“It must be a blood pact acting up, the magic must have taken your refusal as disobedience to the contract”, he says once the agony lightens, enough for you to focus on the conversation, “you did pledge your life to my will”.

You try to half sit on your elbow, to look him in the eyes and say something other than the pained groans and whimpers, as his next words instill a sense of quiet dread in you:

Beidou

Never the one to be stifled by social norms, Beidou is relentless and unwavering in her pursuit. The sea conqueror is someone who lives her life in the moment, choosing to embrace and enjoy all of the surprises fate throws her way no matter how unpleasant they can be. That’s why she accepts her infatuation with you so easily, in her eyes it's the most genuine sort of love, the one that legends and poems sing and hymn.

She will be unstoppable in her courtship, gifting you lavish jewelry and clothes, curiosities from far away lands and other treasures she acquired during her travels. Her arm will snake around your waist as she boasts to you about her latest adventures in search of your admiration and praise. Like this she looks like a giant, lovesick puppy - the famous pirate is ready to do anything to win your affections, be it buying expensive gifts or slaying mighty beasts.

She is also incredibly shameless in her advances - all of her gestures are public and over the top, making you hide your face in both hands from sheer embarrassment - Beidou is handsy, touching you almost everywhere in front of the others, and soon the rumours start - about how the mighty captain finally settled down. She, as it was already established, is someone who prefers to savour life fully, so it’s not a big surprise that she had a wide variety of lovers of all shapes and forms. Thus her loyalty and devotion to you is a jarring change, raising people’s eyebrows upon hearing the news.

Your reciprocation doesn’t really matter whether her yandere tendencies worsen or not - Beidou is someone who travelled the world and saw things that would be incomprehensible and unimaginable to ordinary citizens, countless beasts fell under her strikes. She begins to worry, seeing you as someone utterly frail and delicate, you will break into a thousand pieces and crumble lest she decides to stop her vigil. It doesn’t matter how strong or capable you are, as the captain will always perceive you as someone needing her protection.

Luring you to her ship is extremely easy - countless sailors would fight just for the chance of being bestowed this honor, so you believe her, stepping into the crux for what you believe a quick stroll, only to find yourself locked in the luxurious cabin. The room itself is full of high quality pieces of furniture, decorations and books to pass the time, but the most important thing is that it can be accessed only through Captain’s quarters, with Beidou being the only holder of the key to your golden cage.

Despite her intention to travel the world with you, Beidou lets you out on rare occasions - when the sky is clear and the sea is tranquil, afraid of your well-being and secretly jealous of her own crewmates. Because of that, she tries to make up for the time you spent all alone in the cabin as best as she can - taking you to the most expensive of restaurants once the Crux approaches land or gifting you with amusing baubles once it’s time to sail away.

It won’t compensate for your freedom of course, a fact that you make very local, accusing Beidou of ruining your life and slowly killing you, at which Captain will just shrug her shoulders and endure further insults. No matter how vicious and acidic your words are, the pirate will never raise her hands on you, still perceiving you as a delicate, utterly fragile creature. She is very forgiving in that regard - any other yandere would’ve snapped back at you, but she stops, believing that one day you will reciprocate.

It doesn’t mean that you won’t be subjected to violence - Beidou sees punishment only in physical pain and she’s quite fine with the idea of coercing you into unwanted kisses, hugs and various sexual acts, seeing it as her duty as your lover. She will treat you like glass during that time, careful not to inflict any hurt to your body, completely ignoring the agony she brings to your soul and mind.

Beidou is a passionate lover, wringing out orgasm after orgasm out of you, deaf to your pleas to stop. She will overstimulate you to Hell and back, turning you into a crying blubbering mess, drinking in all the sounds and faces you make.

Once you’re broken enough to stop flinching when she forces affection onto you, Beidou will reveal a very sudden side of herself - the one that lacks boisterous laughter and intimidating aura, a regular person who’s capable of feeling fear and anxiety, Captain usually hides this part - she has a full crew to lead. Only when she thinks you reciprocate, will she allow herself to share her worries with you. With your hands caressing her hair, Beidou feels at peace.

You feel hot, so hot that the sweat pools under you, soaking already wet bed sheets, as your torment continues.

“Come on, Darlin’, you can do one round more”, Beidou whispers in your ear, as her palms continue to caress and fondle your parts, and you can’t help but move in the rhythm of her hands.

“Please, Dou’er” you whine and beg, unshed tears finally spilling out of your eyes: “I can’t anymore, please, please”. It’s too much, you think you will explode if Beidou continues her stroking. She makes a cooing noise, obviously charmed by your begging, her moves becoming faster, more aggressive.

“Just this once, Love” she almost sings, giving a quick peck to your sweaty temple.

Childe

As a young kid Ajax used to love fairy tales - they were magical and exciting, full of unexpected adventures that the young boy yearned for. His thirst for fun and joy of overcoming various perils was what drove him out of Morepesok into the forest which subsequently led to his fall in the abyss. His childish dreams of hope and magic got shattered in all those months he spent in the pit, fighting for his life and sanity, and so he decided that having any dreams is not for him, he will have goals instead. They’re doable and achievable, sturdy unlike the unreliable fantasies of a child.

After being granted the title of Tartaglia, Childe decided to focus on his career and support his family - Anton, Tonya and Teucer are untouched by the cruel reality, their dreams pure and whole and they, unlike their big brother, can still listen to the fairy tales and believe in them, a thing that Harbinger secretly misses.

That’s why he stumbles a bit when he first sees you - you look like you came out of the pages of the book, with the way you move and smile and simply exist, it’s enough to steal his breath and send his heart racing. You look like a manifestation of every lover that the fairy tale Hero got awarded with at the end of the long and gruelling journey - in his eyes you look so caring, loyal, wise and fair - the real life Василиса Прекрасная. Harbinger isn’t sure of his own heroism, yet he is absolutely confident that he wants to have you. As it was already said, Childe is a person who sets his goals, so he doesn’t waste time contemplating his crush on you, preferring to plan his actions instead.

To be honest romantic endeavours are an uncharted waters for him, as the youngest harbinger spends most of his time either working and fighting in Tsaritsa’s name or training to be a better warrior, except the rare days he visits Snezhnaya and his family. That’s why he gets a sense of thrill once he understands the depths of his feelings for you, romance in some way is also a sort of battle, less violent and deadly, yet battle nonetheless.

What should he say? How should he act? How will you react? Ajax has no definite answers to any of those questions, a fact that makes him squirm and anticipate further development of your relationships. Harbinger is an adaptable person, capable of surviving the abyss during his childhood, so it’s no wonder that a lot of his conduct depends on the way you perceive and treat him, as Childe is a person skilled in controlling others both by brute force and subtle manipulations. He acts like a mirror in that sense, reflecting a distorted version of your attitude back to you, being all nice and docile results in the visits to some very pricey places and luxurious gifts, while less than pleasant one in the condescending and infuriating insults and too many freedoms taken away.

He will try to keep his profession hidden from you at first - it’s too much work and you might become apprehensive or outright hostile, so it’s better if you have no clue. If you do happen to learn of Childe’s job he won’t try to soften the blow, despite being acutely aware of Fatui's infamous image. Should you freak out and try to cut ties upon hearing the news, then the break up will be followed by your swift kidnapping. The guards won’t be able to do anything, not with the resources and power Tartaglia has in his arsenal, so your disappearance investigation will be stopped early. If you receive the news calmly and treat Childe more leniently, then he will act “softer” on you.

It doesn’t mean that you will be spared from accompanying Ajax from now on, but he will use his words instead, to chain you down. You will have a slight inkling that he might be coercing and manipulating you, but you will swat away those doubts in the same instance - how can you not? Ajax is so charming and friendly, a good brother that works to provide a good future for his little siblings.

Life with him isn’t going to be peaceful or predictable, as Childe abhors these things. You will be subjected to one surprise after another, both pleasant and unpleasant and he will drink in your emotions. He gets a sort of thrill doing so - no matter how scared or angered you sound, you react because of him, a knowledge that strokes his ego. Prepare to travel the world with him - Ajax spends most of his time overseas, doing Tsaritsa’s bidding and the power you hold over him is too great for him to part with you.

Childe is a lenient type of yandere - he will let you wander and fight and insult him, but not out of a pitiful sympathy and understanding, but twisted fondness he feels when he sees all hostile and angry, like a cat lover cooing at a hissing kitten. He is also very self-confident to take any of your words or actions seriously, you’re too weak and small and pathetic in his eyes to impact him in any way. The only exception is his family of course: attack his siblings or try to blemish his image of a perfect big brother, and you will have to witness his wrath. It’s cold and impersonal, lacking his usual grandiose and bravado, as Ajax’s only goal is to hurt you, as much as humanly possible.

“Царица мне свидетель, я всегда пытаюсь обходиться с тобой хорошо”, Childe opens the door, entering a dark small room in quick strides. He sounds both worried and tired, yet you can’t understand his words, so you shiver, afraid of what he will do next.

“Ведешь себя так ужасно и при моей семье! У тебя была мысль, что подумают Тоня и Антон? Тевкр? Я едва успел увести их”, he continues to chide, tone quiet yet scolding, as he mutters it more to himself than you. You blink and grit your teeth, as he lifts you up, pain from the injuries flaring up at the slightest movements. He steps out of the room as fast as he entered, uncaring of you in his hold.

A low hissing sound escapes your lips at another of his steps, that prompts Childe to finally stop. “Oh, you’re awake”, he shifts to another language, dead blue eyes directed right at yours.

”That’s good. I was worried I overdid it, hah” he sounds cheery and light, but then his voice lowers, intimidating hints creeping in the next phrase: “[First], promise you will be good? I hate to discipline you, I really do”.

You can’t help but nod.

Ganyu

Ganyu is a person who dedicated all of her life to selflessly serving Liyue, be it under Rex Lapis’ direct command or a secretary of Qixing, so the idea of having a romance seems like something illegal to her. How can she allow herself to daydream and fantasize when there’s so much work undone? People of Liyue, Qixing members, other adepti - all of them rely on half-qilin in some capacity, so she can’t let them down and be distracted.

She buries herself in even more work, yet your images reappear in her mind again and again, forcing her to take an uncharacteristic action - request a temporary leave and spend a couple of days in Jueyun Karst, reflecting on her life and you. She will politely decline the offers of help from other adepti and once they inquire about her visit a faraway and dreamy look will appear in her eyes. Ganyu will be extra embarrassed once she catches herself doing so, but it will take her a while.

After coming to terms that she does indeed love you, Ganyu will return to harbor a changed person.You won’t notice it of course, not with the way qilin is so quiet and shy, especially when you enter her field of vision. Instead of directly approaching you, she will stalk you, her resources and position making it incredibly easy.

If any of her surroundings catch onto her less than legal “habit”, she will use her position as a Qixing secretary to justify it, both to them and herself. Maybe you’re a bit suspicious and she has doubts about your integrity - you can be a foreign spy, a fatui agent sent by Tsaritsa to destabilize the nation. Maybe you have some secret hidden value, crucial to the wellbeing of Liyue, so your health and safety is pretty high in priority. No matter the excuse, it’s Ganyu’s duty to keep a keen eye on you.

Despite abusing her power in this way, you can rest assured that she won’t use it to coerce or pressure you into staying with her, despite having such thoughts a couple of times. Ganyu feels unbearably guilty and bad for even conjuring them in the first place, not to mention bringing them into real life.

She’s very tame and repressed, stopping almost all of her unhealthy urges before they plant the roots, stalking is her only misdeed. You will have to approach her first and she will almost combust on the spot, internally.

It’s so thrilling yet anxiety inducing, to talk with you, to have you look at her, to even stand near you. She short circuits for a while, her mind popping out one panicked thought after another - she is so awkward, maybe you hate her for this, or maybe you hate her voice or her face. Who knows what kind of thoughts lurk under your friendly face?

Despite her hesitancy, Ganyu has a lot of charming sides, sides that lure you into dating her. Romantic relationships with her flow smoothly, except the rare days she turns incredibly jealous and paranoid, demanding of your constant affection and reassurance, they’re annoyance, but you swallow it down, because otherwise Ganyu is a great lover, no matter how clingy she becomes.

You sense it the second she steps in your house, tension rolling in waves, as annoyance and insecurity radiates off of her. “Hello, baobei”, you greet her smiling, hoping that it will help soothe her further tantrum.

Ganyu looks at you with an unreadable gaze, usually dreamy and unfocused eyes now cold and piercing. A shiver goes through you as several seconds pass and she doesn’t move, standing still as a statue, like contemplating what to do further.

“[First]”, she finally whispers, lunging herself into your arms. It’s strained and quiet with a great deal of feeling hidden beneath it. You don’t resist her, as she buries herself into your embrace further and further, hiding her face in the crook of your neck.

“Please, just tell me you won’t leave”.

Keqing

Despite the somewhat intimidating aura and reputation of an accomplished Qixing member, Keqing is new to the world of romantic affairs. Her fall happens quickly, she sees you one day and feels her heart speed up and sweat appears on her body and the usually composed Yuheng finds herself lost. It's confusing and delightful, to covet you so much that everything and everyone else fades into the background, a mix that makes her face blush and feet spring and jump.

Keqing takes courting you with the same single minded determination she has while doing her duties as Yuheng, paying attention down to even the smallest, most inconsequential details. Your likes, dislikes, the places you frequent, what you wear and do: all will be taken into account, as her mind begins to plan the perfect date just for the two of you.

You will be swept away by her: the gifts, the walks, even the words she speaks are tailored to your liking. The only flaw in that otherwise perfect performance is Keqing herself - despite being far from being shy or asocial, she feels so many emotions they easily overwhelm her, leaving her red faced and stuttering. It’s both an annoyance and source of constant embarrassment for her, but Yuheng can’t do anything with herself, losing herself in all of the thoughts and feelings that arise once you look and smile and talk.

Keqing, the renowned skeptic, is ready to kneel and worship you for simply existing, sensing how a wave of a devoted adoration drowns her entire being when you happen to be in her vicinity. If you reciprocate and accept her courtship, prepare for a global change in your life: Yuheng, despite the reverence and affections she holds for you, is still very critical of all things wrong in her eyes. She has a set of very high standards both for herself and the people around her, and if she, a person, who vowed to work ten times harder than anyone else, can reach this impossible high you can’t. Maybe you aren’t as productive as she is, maybe you’re simply too disorganized and forgetful to lead a lifestyle she envisions for you - anything can set off her dissatisfaction, resulting in the image and perception of you rapidly changing from someone competent and reliable into a helpless creature needing her constant assistance and surveillance to function on a daily basis.

It will give Keqing an excuse to do what she plans to do - kidnap and hide you away from the gaze of all others. She will try to justify it to you too, once you confront her of your imprisonment and confinement. It will end in her frustrated sighs and your helpless fury.

Escaping from her will be an extremely arduous task, as she has all resources and relations to make your confinement and recapture as easy as possible. With the milleliths and other Qixing agents looking everywhere for you, freedom will remain a faraway and unachievable concept, as you will be dragged back to her in the next three days.

She wants someone utterly pure and defenseless, naive before the horrors and dangers of the world, as it will uplift her image as your protector and caretaker and give her even more justifications for your confinement. You competence and power doesn’t really matter, as Keqing will play mental gymnastics to prove this point - if you’re weak you obviously need her, if you’re strong, then your strength is nothing more than a front that you had to put on to shield yourself from a cruel, cruel world and again you need her to live as your authentic, weak self. It’s annoying, but you can play into that little fantasy of hers: Keqing as it was said earlier is very far from some reclusive shut-in, but it doesn’t make her an expert of interpersonal relationships. She can still be fooled by a couple of giggles and honeyed words: Yuheng will eat that up, desperate to match the reality with the vision in her mind, practically melting as you compliment her strength and her mind and how great and hardworking she is. It won’t be enough to grant full freedom, but Keqing will try to be more lenient and less pushy, allowing a couple of your misdeeds to slide unpunished.

Throughout your courtship and the further imprisonment Keqing will take a liking to giving you various silver and silver-embellished pieces, be it clothes embroidered with metallic threads or masterfully crafted jewelry. You might think that she gets some sort of sick satisfaction from draping you in her gifts and marking you in that, and you will be right for the most part. Silver is a precious metal, emphasizing both Keqing’s wealth and status and the way she views you, but it’s also the best conductor of electricity, so good that a single strand is enough to use as a makeshift electro infused mark.

It’s the second month of your relationship when Keqing presents you with a gift - a high quality hanfu in a gentle purple shade and skilfully embroidered silver ornaments.

“Qing-er!” you gasp, as your hands touch the fabric - it’s smooth and silky, flowing through your fingers like water and wind: “You shouldn’t spend so much mora on me”. You add, turning your head to her.

Keqing stands nearby, a pink dusting her cheeks as she drinks in your reaction, “Well, I can’t return it now. Try it on'' she replies, shifting violet eyes from your hand to your face. “I will help you”.

You feel a static cling as you don your new gift.

Ningguang

Tianquan of Qixing is someone who clawed her way up to the top, defeating countless opponents on the battlefield of Liyue’s economy. That’s why she tends to see most of the things, be it love or friendship, in terms of financial benefits and drawbacks - how much will she gain or lose by forging new alliances and breaking the old ones. The only exceptions to this rule are Beidou, as captain has begrudgingly earned her respect, and you.

It’s annoying and distracting, to have you constantly clouding her thoughts, diverting her attention from the present work and deals to be made to the unreliable and faraway daydreams of your shared future. She will be a frustrated when she realizes how deep her feelings run for you: Ningguang is the most powerful woman in the Liyue, someone who has built and fought for her prestige and influence for the most of her life and you are just you, any achievement you have will bleak and fade in her eyes the same second, as a wave of indignation and self-righteous anger rises within her the same second: how could she, a Tianquan of Qixing, one of the seven stars of Lyue have fallen for you.

She will become extra critical of all things you during the first days, silently judging you for any perceived foolish misdeed. Ningguang is both imposing, threatening presence and noble, elegant beauty, an unnerving dichotomy that both confuses and frightens you to the very core, as she sends daggers from her eyes alone at every word and action you take. This anger however will soon dissipate, leaving Ningguang finally accepting her infatuation and planning the next move.

To her, romantic endeavors are as much of a battle as trading competitions and protection of Liyue are. Any word and act will have an impact on you and the way you view her, a fact that inspires a slow seething frustration in herself for letting her emotions control her behavior and possibly spoiling the first impression. She will try to redeem herself in your eyes, by inviting you to the private audience in her Jade Chamber and having a talk.

Conversation will fix most of the damage done during the first days, words easily slipping from her mouth as she effortlessly changes your perception of her. Ningguang may not be the best at understanding or accepting her own feelings, yet she is extremely gifted in the art of persuasion and speechcraft, as these skills are vital to any successful entrepreneur, leader or politician.

She will begin to court you shortly after, but she will soon realize that it’s only your heart that she desires. No, her hunger for you is dark and insatiable, demanding of your constant presence and affections and pulling at her darker nature everytime you dare to interact with anyone other than her, be it some passerby on the streets or one of her three loyal assistants.

Unlike most yanderes, Ningguang is honest and direct - she won’t try to delude you or herself into thinking that the abduction is for the greater good, for your health or safety. No, she ordered your kidnapping because she is a woman of a fine taste and you’re the most treasured possession she has laid her eyes on.

You will be confined to the entirety of the Jade Chamber, free to move across the ambitious building as much as you would like with no real way of descending to the Harbour without Ningguang’s permission. She will take safety measures of course, such as adding some masterfully crafted and elegant window lattices, lest you decide to end it all and fling yourself out of high heights, or locking you up in the soundproofed room, everytime she invites her business partners for negotiations.

No one knows or even has an inkling of your pitiful existence, except the three assistants, who are deadly loyal to Ningguang. No one will help you, no one will even sympathize with you so you should tread carefully. Ningguang might like the look of defiance on your face of how wild and desperate you are just because of her, but that is the only thing she will tolerate, as harsh words and actions thrown in her way will earn you severe punishment.

Ningguang will also get a very sick sort of satisfaction out of “breaking” you, like taming dangerous and feral beast into complete obedience. There is some sort of pride in seeing you giving up and accepting that you’re nothing but an amusing bauble to be owned.

“[First]”, Ningguang diverts her eyes from the document on the table to you lightly patting her thigh, her voice is gentle and playful, devoid of any threatening notes, yet you still quickly rise up from your place and sit on the floor beside her chair, laying your head on her leg.

"Good", she hums, pleased by your obedience and lets her hand pet your hair as she reads some more papers. You stay still and let her do as she pleases, last crumbs of defiance and fight beaten out of you long ago.

Xiao

Xiao, despite his very human appearance, has never bothered to acknowledge or learn some of the mortal values or sensibilities. That’s why he doesn’t know what to do with his feelings once he catches sight of you - there are so many and they’re so strong and Yaksha has not even the slightest idea what to do.

Should he approach you? And if he does, what should he say? How should he say it? Social interaction was never Xiao’s forte and in moments like these adeptus finds his introverted nature bothersome and unfortunate, when he spends countless hours just observing you. You’re a tempting thing with the way you move and talk, the darker, primal part of him just screams to catch and claim you, yet he resists no matter how alluring it can become.

He ends up simply stalking you, a pair of golden eyes tracking your figure from a nearby shadow as you make your way. You won’t suspect a thing, of course, not with Xiao’s skills and inhumane reaction, yet there will be a part of you, small and paranoid, that will see an ugly looming beast in every dark corner. Long before you realize a constant fear will become a new companion in your life as you will see two glowing orbs simply staring at you in your nightmares. It’s awful and tiring - to jump at every dark shadow and suspicious noise, yet you can’t help yourself but lose sleep and see enemies where there are none.

Desperate people do stupid things, and without your own knowledge, the constant anxiety and barely supressed panic piled on each other with every passing day, slowly pushing you to the very edge. It starts off with a small thing - a sudden idea of relocation - you can move to say, Mondstadt and your bad feelings may stop, maybe the place you live in is cursed and you just need a simple change of environment.Then, this idea grows into a couple of ideas, and then into a half fleshed out plan. Soon you find yourself hastily throwing clothes and mora into a travelling bag and leaving your residence.

Your departure will be hard and gruelling as it was mostly unplanned - you don’t have enough energy or presence of calm mind to do so, so you spend your first day travelling almost dying from discomfort alone. You will have some thoughts and doubts about leaving everything behind, but you will quickly swat these away, hoping for long awaited calm to return to your life and heart.

This moment will be what finally pushes Xiao to action as he panics, knocks you out and snatches you on the road. It’s a completely unplanned decision and Yaksha will spend a good half an hour blinking at your unconscious form slumped in his hold, disbelieving that he actually did it. He doesn’t have any idea what to do next, yet he comes back to Wangshu Inn, collecting a little of what he owned and parting goodbyes with Verr Goldet. Your abduction wasn’t a planned decision, but it doesn’t mean that your confinement can’t be.

Over the centuries he spent protecting Liyue, Xiao grew accustomed to the terrain so well that now he possesses a knowledge of every place left unmarked on the map.He will put you into one of such places, be it a deep dark cavern or a plateau atop the sharp tall cliff.

Your cries and insults won’t change anything, as Xiao has yearned for you for so long and so much simply letting you go seems like an absolutely nonsensical and mad idea.

Prepare to have holes drilled into you with his gaze alone - he will look at you unblinking and attentive and absolutely unaware of what kind of impression and signal he gives off - Yaksha, after all haa never understood humans. You will be mostly scared of him, with the way he moves, fast and deadly, and how he reeks of death and blood.

Despite the terrifying aura he gives off, Xiao won’t press anything further than the uncomfortable staring and your initial imprisonment as your presence is already enough to calm his heart and soothe his mind. Interacting with him will also be a bit scary, as Xiao has a kind of “blank” reaction to most of your words and actions, which can be seen as controlled anger or annoyance, when in actuality he is just too overwhelmed to do or say anything back.

If you, somehow, reciprocate and decide to let your relationship develop into more intimate territory, prepare to have him draped all over you for most of the time he is free. Everyone needs some contact, even mighty and wise adepti do, and Xiao is someone who spent centuries if not millenias alone in his fight and suffering. He is starved for all things you.

“Xiao, wait”, you protest, before the Adeptus lunges at you again, attacking your lips this time. He is feral and forceful, invading your mouth with his tongue, as his lithe arms snake under your flimsy clothes. The kiss seems to go on for an eternity with him intent to simply suffocate you with it.

Xiao parts with you only when your vision starts to fade and blur and the heartbeat slows down. You gasp and bend, greedily taking in the precious air as a pair of strong hands lifts you up in the air, as Xiao takes long strides to your sleeping place.

Zhongli

Geo archon was the bystander to the blossom and wither of thousands life paths, as one era came after another. Some were cut short by the terrible accident, some by natural causes, the flow of time is a steady and merciless kind of executioner, uncaring of one’s sentiments and begging, bringing the end to all that lived, lives and will live one day.

It’s a simple truth, incredibly cruel and terrible, but undeniable - everything and everyone will die one day, even ancient and powerful beings like dragons and gods aren’t spared from such fate. Morax has learned to accept that after six thousand years of life, even if it infuriated him to no end when he was younger. Back then, end of life seemed to be a distant idea, exclusive to mortals only, yet the archon war with Guizhong and Havria and the threat of erosion with Azhdaha illustrated that no being is safe from the death, be it a death of a body or a death of the mind.

That’s why now Zhongli built high impassable walls around his heart - humans are nice and interesting, their lives are full of first time wonders and uncertainty, things that Morax learned to enjoy too late, yet they’re fragile and short lived, their presence fleeing as they are born, mature and die in a blink of the eye. No, the ex-archon, despite giving up on his godhood, still can’t live as a human, his natural lifespan separating him from the rest of Liyue.

Meeting you is unexpected - he sees you, the way you move and laugh and gets a sense of deja vu, you remind him of something or someone yet he can’t pinpoint it, feeling loss and disappointment the same second - maybe erosion is already creeping up on him. He introduces himself to you and leaves a pleasant impression afterwards, his mask of human gentlemen not slipping even once, despite the maelstrom of emotions hiding beneath.

The remainder of this and the next days are spent thinking about you - you evoke something in him, a strong feeling that Morax has no name for. Days and nights are spent contemplating what it is until a realization finally hits him. Barbatos has once called him a “blockhead with a stone for a heart”, it was several centuries ago and Morax got angry at him, but now he can’t help but agree with Anemo archon’s words as a laugh escapes past his lips.

He’s in love.

Adeptis’ lives are long, a stark contrast to the mortals’ flicker of a life, and the way they perceive the world is different too - feelings are subdued, muted, lacking the edge that humans always carry. It is what makes adepti so wise and rational - your decisions aren’t affected by your heart that much, if you yourself isn’t subjected to its influence.

Because of that, Morax has never hoped to experience the notion of “mortal” love, the one that stops the time and lifts you in the air, the one that steals your breath and plagues the mind, both tormenting and pleasuring one’s soul.

He will immediately start to court you once he realizes how deep and how much you make him feel, mind set on one goal - obtaining your heart. He’s a polite and charismatic admirer, obeying all the written and unwritten rules of Liyuen traditional courtship - you will be impressed both by his extensive knowledge and poise and elegance he gives off.

Zhongli may not be as good at understanding mortals as Barbatos is, but he lived long enough and witnessed more than one birth and death to have a general idea of how humans work. He knows what and how to say to keep you satisfied and content - you will sometimes have a gut feeling of him being “empty” and “vacant” in the way that other humans are - he isn’t human and never was one, yet you let it slide - Zhongli is smart and kind and perfect in every way.

Relationships with him seem harmonious at the surface - Zhongli is patient, kind, generous and understanding, a partner that anyone would dream of, yet it will almost always have some sort of invisible power imbalance tipped in your disfavor. It’s inevitable really - Zhongli is a six thousand years old deity, strong enough to raise and flatten mountains with his spear alone, and you, despite all your skills, power and knowledge, are still mortal. He won’t disclose his past unless you directly ask him to, but it will seep out in the way he speaks and carries himself. Soon most of your choices and even thoughts will be influenced by him.

Zhongli will inevitably start to worry - your mortality, his immortality - the world without you will be a darker, grimmer place. For the first time in centuries, the flame of indignation reignites again - he can’t let you die, let your life wither and body crumble as the time reaps what it once sowed.

There are thousands of ways to make one immortal - rituals, ascension, a touch of adeptal power. He will shuffle through all of them, choosing the best one. He will have some thoughts of protest - humans aren’t meant to live that long, you will hate him once you learn what he did to you. He will pay them no mind - he can’t let you die.

Peach explodes with a flavourful blast of sensations inside your mouth as you take a bite out of it and you make a small surprised noise - you didn’t expect it to be that good.

“Where did you get this?”, you turn your head, as you stop chewing on the sweet flesh.

“It’s a rare Liyuen kind of peaches. The trees blossom so rarely one could say they bear fruits once in three thousand years. You should finish it, acquiring it took a great effort”. You comply with his request, teeth sinking into the fruit again.

Zhongli looks oddly pleased by you, golden eyes focused on your chewing lips.

Note:

-er is a 儿 character and if it used after the last hanzi of the name it is used to express intimacy and closeness.

-Василиса Прекрасная (Vasilisa the Fair, sometimes is also known as Vasilisa the Wise) is a heroine of Russian fairy tales, she is a love interest of the Hero and she is characterized by her intelligence, caring nature, high morals and beauty.

-Baobei(宝贝) is a pet name, can be used to express both platonic and romantic love.

-The peach that Darling eats in Zhongli’s story is the peach of immortality. In the Journey to the West there are three types of Immortality peaches, the one that blooms once in a three thousand years grants longevity and makes one’s body light and strong.

Translation of Childe’s lines:

Царица мне свидетель, я всегда пытаюсь обходиться с тобой хорошо = Tsaritsa knows I always try to treat you right

Albedo

All ever reclusive and mysterious Albedo would never let you know that he has his sights on you, until it’s too late to do anything. His affections start small - you piqued his interest and so he decided to indulge, teal eyes trailing your figure a second longer and him paying a bit more attention to you speaking, still looking as bored as ever.

This spark, however, soon grows into a wildfire, consuming his attention and thoughts, as he starts to spiral down the path of obsession. Alchemist starts to visit the same places you do, no matter how crowded they look to a closed off recluse, throwing discrete glances to you from time to time, as his hands quickly scribble something in the notebook. He’s always there, in a background, but you rarely question his presence - despite the intense stalking Albedo rarely interacts with you directly, resigning to just observing you like some sort of an exotic animal.

At first he’s content with simply watching you, soaking up all the different expressions and sounds you make, committing them to memory and paper. By the time he finally realizes all the depth of the sentiments he holds towards you, there are at least half a hundred sketches of your face and body, all of them neatly stacked and hidden near his bed, a secret that he is unwilling to share with anyone not even Klee.

Then his curiosity and obsession forces him into doing something much more than just observing - he sneaks into your house at night, reveling at the sight of your peaceful sleeping face. Those dark hours are spent between sketching you sleeping and simply watching. He loves the way your skin glows under the pale moonlight, or how your chest rises and falls, or how you sometimes twitch and make subtle expressions, reacting to the happenings of your dreams.

From there on his hunger for all things you starts to rapidly increase, and he begins to feel in a particular kind of way every time you interact with others. It’s an ugly feeling, angry and possessive, gnawing at his insides and rattling in his head, bursting out like a volcano when you direct your smile to anyone that is not him, which is almost always.

Albedo staggers a bit, when he realizes how livid he becomes when you contact others, he tries to suppress his affections - it’s one thing to simply watch and observe, it’s another to do what his mind suggests. He fails, he moves on and he begins to plan.

Everything is taken into account as Albedo arranges your sudden “relocation” - knights, method of kidnapping, your likes and dislikes, the place where he will hide you from the world, possible escape routes, safety of your being and state of your health.

It’s easy to fake your illness and convince yourself of it, adding just a drop of special odourless and tasteless solution to your food and water. Your limbs grow heavier, frame weaker and your fatigue seems to increase with each passing day, as strange yet persistent aches torment your mind and body alike. No one in Mond knows how to cure this seemingly sudden ailment that has befallen onto you. You battle it and get desperate once your quality of life decreases significantly, so desperate that you decide to travel to Liyue upon hearing of the possible cure. You leave Mond in haste, taking just the most essential of things, along with a bag of mora to pay and head to the road to the Harbour.

You never make it past the border, both milleliths and knights rubbing their heads at your disappearance - there are no leads, no traces, not a single clue that would hint to your location. Soon everyone chalks it up to the mysterious illness you developed, strange malady devouring you from the inside seems to be the general consensus and no one asks why the alchemist starts to spend even less time in public, shrinking his already small social circle to just Klee and his two assistants, or why he buys double the amount of food. Some of the Mondstadtians grieve upon hearing of your absense, but Albedo is unusually cheerful that day - he finally has you, all to himself, free to watch, hear, taste and study you for all his heart’s desires.

“Fascinating, you are so fascinating”, alchemist whispers into your skin, fervent in his belief like a devoted worshipper praying at the altar. You still yourself, stifling the scared whimper at the back of your throat and suppressing the shiver that is desperate to finally get out. Albedo is a scientist at his very core and you’re the greatest mystery in the whole world in his eyes. Anything you do will be scrutinized and memorized down to the smallest detail, so you don’t. You don’t want to add even more fuel to the flames of his obsession.

Amber

Cheerful and optimistic Amber tries to always look at the brighter side of things, not letting anything deter her from the achievement of her goals. Her being the only outrider? It just means that she must work harder. Her flight license was confiscated again? No worries, she will pass exams with flying colours. You don’t love her in return? Ah, Amber just needs to prove her intentions and conquer your heart. Or maybe you do like her, and you’re just too shy to openly admit it. Her friend, Eula, says one thing and means completely another, you, probably are the same case, words never matching the intent.

Her descent in obsession happens almost instantaneously, a love at first sight as she thinks, like two fated lovers meeting for the first time in fairytales she read as a child. Amber is smitten with you and loves everything there is to you, your voice, your face, the words you speak, even if they’re full of barbs and venom. Knight can spend hours following you like a lovesick puppy she is, admiring just the way you are.

She starts to insert herself into almost every situation that has anything to do with you, offering her help and companionship - sure, anyone would like to have one of the knights of favonius to save and protect them from any danger that can appear on their way. Her presence is overbearing and equally annoying, with the outrider rushing to aid you in any task, no matter how small or arduous it is. If you accept her hand and then thank her afterwards, it will send her to the seventh heaven, memories of your gratitude enough to keep her warm even against the harshest Dragonspine winds.

She will never chain you up and lock you in some dark basement, believing that a human needs freedom just like a bird needs its wings. It doesn’t mean you will be free from her though, as Amber is ready to do anything to win a sliver of your affection, except leave you alone, kind words and adoring looks sent her way will be enough to convince the outrider to move mountains.

“Amber, stop!”, you scream as you look in horror at a tiny red figure in the air making one sharp arc after the other. Your heart almost stops when you see her getting dangerously close to the ground - there’s no chance of survival if she collapses, not at such high speed, but a second later the outrider lifts herself riding the wind stream better than any bird. You see Amber’s wide smile from the distance, she must have heard how concerned you sounded, and you curse yourself - now, she will do it again and again, milking praise and worry out of you.

Diluc

Diluc is a type of person to set impossibly high standards both for himself and people around him. And if he, Ragnvindr heir, who was trained from his early years and the youngest person to attain the title of Cavalry captain in the history, can keep up with self-imposed unsaid requirements, others cannot. It irks him in a subtle way, annoyance rising every time he’s subjected to the failings of the rest, so he decides to minimize some of his interactions. It saves him time and prevents the already present headache from growing further and further.

This is also the same reason why he remains single, despite his seemingly infinite wealth and top bachelor status attracting countless families to introduce their daughters in hopes of marrying them off. No matter how arrogant it sounds, there’s just no person who fits all of Diluc's requirements - he wants someone kind and helpful, mature and competent in their field, yet frail and helpless enough for him to shower them with love, care and protection. Ragnvindr yearns for close connection, sustained by the shared sentiments and unwavering trust.

You, he thinks, fit all of the points. Diluc doesn’t pay you much attention when he first meets you, guessing that you will be just a passerby at best and mild annoyance at worst, yet all of his negative predictions are dispelled as Ragnvindr gets to know you better. The way you smile and speak, the way you look eager to converse with him, a sulking and brooding loner, the way you move, so fluently and effortlessly like a cloud swimming across the skies on a tranquil day. Long before he realizes that, he has fallen head over heels for you, his eyes stopping on your face and lips especially for far too long.

You will remain mostly ignorant towards the affections the dark knight hero holds towards you - it’s truly hard to tell with his constant poker face and almost annoyed manner of speaking, so you just assume he likes to glare at you for some unknown reason. Diluc will try to take the first steps - inviting you for walks and dates in the luxurious restaurants, leaving expensive gifts under your door with a "from secret admirer" note stuck to it, flocking to the side of your house during his nightly vigilante hours. He kind of shoots himself in the foot with his attitude though, despite harbouring such gentle sentiments towards you he still can't properly express them and what should be a romantic date soon turns into the tense and awkward situation that both of you don't want to be in.

It doesn’t matter whether you realize his intentions and answer him with reciprocation or refusal, or even stay ignorant to a fault, as Diluc starts to worry. Life has shaken him once, taking away his father and trust in the better world, throwing him into the pits of despair, as he tried to submerge his pain in the mindless massacre for years, risking both his life and sanity in the quest of revenge and bloodlust. He doesn’t want anything like that to happen ever again, doesn’t want to get down to that level again, unleashing carnage and violence, he doesn’t want to spend countless nights sleepless and full of grief, mourning another loss, so he accompanies you almost everywhere and even offers to move in with him.

You refuse him, of course, it’s too soon and too abrupt, and Diluc’s words are full of barely hidden possessiveness and jealousy. Your decline does nothing to deter him, but he gets a bit subtler in his approach, in the way he views you. Ragnvindr continues to watch over and accompany you, but now without your knowledge, hidden by the shadows. His anxiety gets worse as he witnesses what he thinks are dangers to you and your health both physical and mental. All of those negative emotions soon condense into something darker and scarier than any bloodshed he had committed during his voluntary exile - it gnaws and eats at his sanity, awaiting for the spark to set off Diluc’s obsession.

Said spark can be anything really - maybe you’ve got robbed, maybe you caught some cold and spent the next three days feverish and delirious, maybe you just ended up lost in the forest and had to wander between the tall trees for hours as darkness started to descend upon Mondstadt. It’s enough to send Diluc’s heart racing, as he throws a hastily put plan into action. He kidnaps you and locks you away at the winery, away from the dangers of the world and other people, bribing corrupt knights on the way into destroying all leads left and stopping the investigation early.

Your screams and cries do nothing to change his mind, even if he feels so guilty for hurting you. It’s fine, Diluc reassures himself, you are safe and sound, it doesn’t matter whether you agree with him or not as your security is a top priority, not your whims and wishes. Ragnvindr distances himself after your nonconsensual “relocation”, giving you time and space to cope with that sudden turn of fate. He tries to be lenient and understanding with you, he truly does, but the thing is archons didn’t bestow a gift of patience upon him. Tread carefully, as livid Diluc is capable of unleashing truly monstrous things and now you’re in his power, helpless to do anything.

“[First], you have tried to escape today”, Diluc hisses, voice low, angry and dangerous. A visible tremble goes through you, as you are intimidated by the sudden change of his approach to you: usually gentle and forgiving, Diluc now seems like a completely different person. He takes slow steps towards you, his figure growing scarier with each one. You try to back out looking for an escape with the desperation of the drowning person as his hand roughly grabs yours. He has a steel grip on the limb, fingers almost crushing the wrist as he says, his scarlet eyes looking straight into yours:"I hope you have a very good explanation for this".

Eula

As a progeny of the former tyrannical clan, Eula has already accepted the fact that she will be despised by the masses just for the clan she was born in. “It’s hard to be likeable when your family has a depraved reputation”, is what the spindrift knight tells herself after another hard day, having to face one unjust judgement after another. People are wary and cautious of her, sneering once they realize who exactly the knight before them is, as if all Lawrences carry horrible diseases with them.

So, Eula decided to stop vying for their approval, letting her words be cold and cutting. If there are open minded people who can think for themselves without depending on the public view, she will welcome them with open arms, if not, well, it saves her time - there’s no sense in dealing with them or trying to change how they think about her.

She falls with you the second you greet her with a warm smile - maybe you're a foreigner, who is unaware of Mond’s darker history, or maybe you’re one of the few people willing to look past the blood ties, treating Eula like a regular person. It’s a strange experience, to be treated so amicably, she of course has been subjected to the kindness of others before - Amber’s friendship and Jean’s acceptance are a proof of that, but it was still sudden, even jarring to receive such conduct from you.

It takes her a while to even admit to herself that she likes you more than just a dear friend. Despised and scorned both by her family and citizens of Mondstadt, love is something that she lacked her entire life, closing off the heart for anyone. It’s scary for Eula, to realize how much power you hold over her entire being, simply because you smiled and was decent to her. She tries to suppress those feelings, yet they keep resurfacing, her heart skipping a beat and cheeks rapidly heating up when her mind wanders to the daydreams of your shared life.

She wants to take the first step, but is too afraid to spoil the friendship that blossomed between you two. Still it doesn’t mean that she won’t try to chain you down to herself. Eula guilts you into staying with you, part of it is intentional, the other is not. You can’t leave her, not now, not when the Mondstadtians despise her despite her service as a reconnaissance captain.

Sometimes, Eula dreams of being born in a different time - centuries ago, when the Lawrence clan was strong and respected, anyone would be honored to be even associated with her family. Would you be just as sweet to her as you’re now? Or would you try to win her favour? It’s an awful, depraved dream, but Eula can’t stop but imagine all the possibilities. She could have taken you by force, and locked you up and no one would stop her, her lineage enough to give carte blanche for any debauchery.

She wakes up that night, all sweaty and aroused, your begging still ringing in her ears, as she swears to never take the cursed path of her ancestors. It gets harder and harder to abide by this rule with each passing day.

“Have they bothered you, [First]?” Eula says, her lilac eyes shifting from you to the figures of troublemakers running away. They decided to give you a flock for befriending Lawrence, nagging and annoying you for a good five minutes until the spindrift knight appeared before them, her threatening posture and displeased eyes enough to send them fleeing in an instant.

“Oh, it’s nothing serious”, you start, ready to just let this incident slip, but you’re cut off by her next words. “Nonsense!”, she hisses, voice lacking the usual warmth: “I will have my vengeance for this slight”. Despite knowing Eula and being subjected to her strange sense of humor for a very long time, part of you gets scared - never in her life Eula sounded so serious and deadset on her goal. You let out a nervous giggle, noticing how your friend continues to drill the holes into your perpetrators with her eyes alone.

Jean

Acting grandmaster Jean has a lot of responsibilities to uphold, the whole Mondstadt is reliant on her and the work she does, so the idea of romance has really never crossed her mind. She just has no time nor energy to pursue an intimate relationship with someone - it’s taxing, it’s tedious and it's distracting. That's what she thinks until she meets you - it might be an incidental meeting, it might be a scheduled one. It doesn’t matter, what matters is that it changes her opinion regarding romantic endeavours, her mind clouding with the prospect of dating you.

This revelation isn’t enough to pull her away from work though, as she uses her infatuation with you as a way to motivate herself to work even harder. She has to protect Mondstadt and make it safe, it’s her duty, an oath she swore not just to the average faceless citizen, but you specifically. You are both intimidated and captivated by her workaholic tendencies, as the usually busy grandmaster buries herself into even more paperwork, deaf to all of the worried requests to get some rest. Only when you and Barbara together almost beg her to stop and take a break, she allows herself some breather.

Whether you both are in a romantic relationship or not, you will most likely try to look after Jean, bringing food and tea to the Dandelion knight when next time she decides to overwork herself to near death, and reminding her to take stops. A smile blossoms on her usually stern face, headache from the fatigue and lack of sleep already dwindling at the sight of your concerned face. She will politely refuse the offer of your help, intent on battling the mountain of documents all by herself, the most you can do is bring her meals and keep her company while she works.

If you both end up dating, then prepare to have a lot of your dates either declined or cancelled. Time and energy are two things that Jean always lacks ever since becoming acting grandmaster in Varka’s stead - sometimes your romantic walk under the stars clashes with her schedule, sometimes sudden complications arise, throwing all out of your plans into an open window, and sometimes Jean is so exhausted that you feel guilty even for suggesting to do anything. You end up putting her to sleep, your hand petting her hair as she drowses off.

Honestly, she is not a very intense yandere - the most she will allow herself is to ask knights to keep a closer eye on you and your friends - for your well-being, of course. Jean is also a bit antagonistic towards your companions, especially if she gets an impression of them being a bad influence or having criminal tendencies. The knight will never voice her suspicions or act on her feelings though, already feeling too guilty and awful for even having such thoughts, resigning to just enduring their presence near you.

You will also have the company of the knights should you ever leave the city's walls, Jean reasoned it that “person of your importance” must always be protected and safe, no matter your actual status or profession. You can be a traveller who helped her subdue a dragon, you can be a wandering scholar bringing priceless knowledge to Mondstadt, you can be another knight serving Barbatos with her, or you can be an everyman citizen, lacking any mind blowing achievements - in either case Jean will always see you as someone worthy of high praise and respect.

Both her attitude to work and the obvious way she cherishes and favours you is what actually guilts you into staying with her and obeying her every whim, even if neither of you realize it. Jean kind of unintentionally manipulates you - you wouldn’t rebuff someone as hardworking and devoted as Jean, right?

“Acting grandmaster”, you enter a spacious room with a knock, holding a tray of food and drinks, all made by you, still hot and steaming.

“Ah, [First]”, Jean lifts her head, shifting the attention from the paperwork to you: “I see you brought a meal, thank you”. She takes the utensils and helps herself for a spoonful of your cooking. You don’t ask her any questions or demand to rest as you did before, content with just the fact that she finally ate something. There’s a tight coil of worry and anxiety for Jean’s health and you want to cry, unable to change stubborn knight’s ways, so instead you resign yourself to these little acts of love - food, meals, massages, company, a very small price to pay for her work, truly miniscule.

Kaeya

Despite his friendly and charming demeanor Kaeya actually is a very cold person - partially by his nature, mostly by what he had to live through. The horrors of Khaenri’ah, his abandonment by his father and the subsequent fight with Diluc all left deep gashes in his soul, making him wary of intimacy and close relationships. Love, he thinks, is a faraway concept for him - he dated for a while here and there, even had some friends with benefits and a fair share of one night stands, but all of those occasions were just stress relievers, nothing more, there was no real emotions behind them, nor any trust between partners.

He gets a bit irritated with himself when he first catches a "crush" on you, his mind wandering back to your face and voice during his working hours, distracting and throwing him off. Cavalry captain decides to indulge in it a bit, thinking that a couple of rounds with you will fix him, at first mistaking his heartfelt sentiments as simple sexual attraction. Whether he gets you into his bed or not is another story, but his feelings do get deeper for you from now on.

Kaeya is actually scared, realizing how much power you hold over him. He will never show it, of course, but the simple knowledge that someone managed to become so dear to him against his will is grating.

It’s a hedgehogs’ dilemma for him - humans are social creatures, meant to yearn for closeness and company of the rest, but those two things are something that makes one vulnerable, open for hurt and pain that others will inevitably inflict no matter intentionally or not. Intimate relationships, however fulfilling they can be, are always carrying the risk of mutual harm, and Alberich, considering his past, is someone who's willing to go beyond just to avoid this happening again.

It’s easy to worm his way into your life, Kaeya’s charm and good reputation aiding him greatly in his endeavour. Unlike most yanderes, Kaeya doesn’t need a chain or a dark basement to keep you near him - his words and subtle manipulation are enough to make you return to him again and again, no matter how much he humiliated you before. He toys with you when he’s bored, scaring and intimidating you into almost complete obedience, he destroys your self-esteem piece by piece, when he’s in a bad mood, and then rebuilds you again, when he’s feeling generous enough.

During your “relationships” you will slowly start to lose the sense of self, no longer sure in your authencity with the way khaenri’ahn forced you to change again and again. You have the idea that Kaeya is bad for you, that his words and actions are abusive and highly manipulative, yet you no longer can find the strength to leave him, learned helplessness and fear weighing you down and tying to him like a two big anchors.

“Come on, [First], just a small sip,” Kaeya laughs, nudging another glass of red liquid into your face. You squirm on his lap, feeling more discomfort with each passing second - you are already lightheaded and dizzy from the wine captain forced into you some time ago, world shaking and trembling under the influence of alcohol, yet you can’t refuse him for some reason. You’re afraid that something will break in you if you do so and he will look at you with cold eyes and say those callous, burning words again.

Lisa

It’s easy to forget that Lisa is considered to be the best student in Sumeru academy for the last two hundred years, when she spends her days in the library, sitting at the counter and yawning like a lazy cat. Behind that careless attitude hides a sharp intellect and great power, to turn clear skies stormy and punish those who don't return books in time

Lisa charms you in an instance, her natural good looks and alluring personality easily enticing you into chats and idle walks. All of the conversations with the librarian seem eye opening, as her wit and vast collections of knowledge shine in their full glory.

Having seen the mad ravings of her fellow scholars in the Sumeru academy, Lisa is quite aware of the allure all hidden and prohibited knowledge carries, secrets sweetly beckoning to solve them. She also knows that the mystery is something that has a pull over all people, be it a secret of the universe or a dirty laundry of the neighbours. Everyone wants to know something forbidden, to stick their nose in it, regardless of a price or consequences.

Lisa read all of the books in the Favonius headquarter library, so she’s adept in more fields that she let on, a fact that becomes obvious in the further conversation. She will try to become a sort of mentor figure to you, as this will put her into a position of power and authority. Maybe you want to learn magic and potions, maybe you need some generally obscure knowledge, Lisa is happy to oblige for a small price.

The payment for her tutelage is miniscule, she doesn’t ask for mora or gems, preferring your company instead. You will be assigned to help her sort new books or fill out reports, maybe you will even sign books in and out. Boring yet easy work, that will also be rewarded with a small tea party with her.

Unlike most yanderes, Lisa is lazy, she won’t lose sleep or plan some grandiose schemes to get rid of the competitors, even if the fact that you do have life outside of her does bothers her. Why would she need to scare away your friends if you will do it yourself? She can give you too many homework assignments, so you just don’t have time or energy to think about your little friends, as well as she can slowly convince you to break the bonds between her rivals. One honeyed lie after another, a seed of doubt growing into a full tree and bearing it’s fruit after a while, you drink her deceit with a cup of tea she offers you after your chores. Why would you trust them? Lisa knows they’re bad people, dragging you down to the very bottom, and Lisa always knows best. Just listen to her, she is much more knowledgeable than you, both in academics and interpersonal relations.

Like Kaeya or Amber, Lisa would rather have you free - despite all of its allure, the idea of locking you away is far too troublesome and poses more drawbacks than benefits. The witch will have to find a place to keep you in, prevent your escape attempts and somehow earn the trust that she will inevitably lose back. So, no, she can’t kidnap you, her schedule is already too full for her liking, your confinement will make it worse. You will come back to her anyway, for the knowledge and for the fact that you don’t have anyone else to go - Lisa’s gentle encouragement helped you disown most of your friends.

If you are someone busy, say adventurer or the traveler, running from one place to the other, taking one assignment after the other Lisa will try to fix that. You are working so much, It will be a wonder if you don't have a lot of tension pent up just the sheer stress. One drop of the sleeping essence dissolved in the fragrant afternoon tea and your eyelids are filling up with lead, a sudden exhaustion overtaking your body as you slamp in the chair. Lisa will use your vulnerability as a way to acquaint herself with your body - her hands will lightly probe and caress at your skin, careful not to leave any marks behind, then she will get bolder, clutching and fondling more intimate parts. Your whimpers are soft and faint, as she helps you reach an orgasm. It’s good for you, she whispers into your ear, planting a kiss on the revealed collarbone. All of this work will do no good for your health, in a stricter voice, like a mother scolding a child.

She drinks in the sight: your vulnerable frame laid bare and all to herself, it’s so exciting and marvelous starting from the gentle slope of your neck and ending with your uneven breathing, that her body urges to satisfy her own needs, arousal spiking up as she licks her fingers clean. Lisa stops herself, of course, this is about you, not her, she is here to help you, a little hard working cutie that you are will need all of Lisa’s assistance.

“Miss Lisa”, you finally straighten your back after hours of work: “All of the books have been sorted”.

“Ah, how nice of you”, she purrs and takes your hand into hers, “I already prepared some tea, any work should be rewarded”. The librarian leads you into the secluded area of the library, revealing two chairs and a round table with a steaming kettle and teapot awaiting you. Your legs grow weaker as you get closer. You see, you had a dream, as you once drowsed off into light sleep during the “tea party”, and while said dream was vague enough for you not to remember anything in particular, the sensations remained. It was a mix of arousal and pleasure with a sound of Lisa’s voice whispering something incomprehensible. You woke up then, with a blanket wrapped around you, and immediately looked around, hoping that you didn’t moan in your wet dream. Lisa was right there, a usual smile plastered on her face. Did she see or hear any of it? Or was she just smiling because you fell asleep?

"My darling [First] you look so gloomy today", Lisa says again, distracting you from your thoughts:"here have some tea, maybe you will relax a bit"

Rosaria

Rosaria isn’t the type to rely on others, nor is she the one to socialize in general. To her, the rara avis of Mondstadt, other people are usually either annoying nuisances or short-lived bursts of entertainment. Barbara, for example, is a definition of the former category, with all that constant nagging and pestering about a church work or choir or other boring stuff, while Kaeya is in the latter group - cavalry captain is perceptive enough to see that the odd nun needs nothing but a drunken banter and jokes, keeping a respectful distance on the other days otherwise.

She is fine with it, really - close relationships are complicated, fickle things as unreliable as people in general, and Rosaria was under the “gentle” mercy of others once, long enough to discourage her from ever seeking companionship, memories of cold, hunger and beatings engraved in her mind. That’s why she gets annoyed when she first catches feelings - they distract and annoy her to no end, like a thorn lodged deep in the side, flaring up everytime she sees your face or hears your voice.

The eccentric sister tries to drown her “crush” at first in alcohol, then in work. Nothing helps really, as her thoughts start to spiral around you way more than she would like. Her heart almost stopped when you decided to beam at her, as an unusual warmth made its way into her soul. Rosaria both cherishes and despises this feeling - she yearns for your companionship, to be the sole receiver of your laughs and tears and smiles, to protect and be protected by you.

Unable to deal with her feelings, she will resort to stalking. Rosaria, agile and uncatchable as a black mist, will start to follow you everywhere, her wine eyes tracking every of your motion. Her actions don’t go unnoticed, with you sensing a strange gaze from the darkening corners, that only intensifies once the night fully sets. It’s an anxious, paranoid feeling that eats away at you. A thought of dark spirits and demons and other fairytale monsters appears in your thoughts, as you recheck your abode over and over in a single night.

You end up going to church, hoping that the darkening eyebags or the fatigue evident in each of your movements don’t show how desperate you are. Rosaria, strange as it is, decides to be a good nun for once and visits the church too. She stands like a silent protector as you tell others of your “ghost” problem, an unusual, but subtle smile blossoming on her lips. Sisters start to offer various solutions to you, a nightly prayer, a lone pilgrimage, a hefty endowment to the Barbatos and his servants.

She offers to help the last, a simple deal - one night under her protection for a small amount of mora. You agree to her conditions, it would be stupid not to, and all those strange noises and disquietening sensations cease at once. Rosaria continues to guard you, demanding more and more - a handful of coins grow into a shared breakfast, that later somehow turns into a mutual visit to the Angel’s Share. You don’t complain much, Rosarisa is a genuinely good company however severe and odd she can be, if you ignore the fact that she sometimes pressures you into drinking and scares off other people with her presence alone, honest and pious in her own non-comforming way.

“Rosaria? What are you writing?”, you try to take a peek into a standard church issued journal, as the nun carefully maneuvers her body, hiding the book from you.

“Nothing”, she replies, but you, bold both from the alcohol running in your blood and recent “fun”, decide to press further: “Oh, sister Rosaria, please take pity on this poor god-fearing parishioner. This servant of Barbatos will die from curiosity, if you won’t extend your grace and share what you’re writing”, the last part turns into high drunken giggles.

She sighs and takes a step towards you, cupping your face with one hand: “I will show you, but for a price” her breath fans you face, the smell of alcohol hitting you again - she drank even more than you, but still looks and acts sober. You quickly nod, forgetting about self preservation as she quickly leans in and kisses you. You moan into it: Rosaria's tongue is strangely cold, just as cold as the fingers creeping in underneath your clothes, she herself is wild and forceful, deepening the kiss as you try to distance yourself, using one hand to keep your head in place. When she finally lets you go you gasp for air, a mix of fear and arousal singing inside.

"It's not the full payment", Rosaria whispers, an unhealthy blush spreading on her greyish-purple skin. She looks tempting and terrifying as she attacks your lips again.

Venti

Venti is someone who is intimately familiar with death. The bard was first, starting a long and never ending sequence of departures: his followers, his allies, his enemies and the simple passerbys. Time, like a merciless butcher, ends one life after the other, reaping what it once sowed. There’s no way to stop it, nor is there any sense in trying to do so: it’s, to Barbatos’ dismay, a natural way of things, something utterly fundamental and unchangeable, like a blue sky above, or the solid ground underneath.

Anemo archon, despite all his love for humans, learned to accept that. It hurts and grief overtakes him on especially bad days, as he goes to another tavern and decides to get drunk. Humans are precious, but they're also mortal and frail, their already short lives endangered by illnesses and injuries, wild beasts and even other humans. There's no sense in opposing it, yet his heart despises that, now even more that he met you.

The winborne bard, despite his young looks, is an old soul weathered down both by time and losses, the things that used to excite him before don’t do now even if he still plays faux wonder not to upset anyone. He saw death, starvation, pestilence and war - a rare thing can phase him.

That’s why he gets a bit confused when he falls for you. Romantic love and passion were things that always avoided him, even if he sang poems and ballads full of their mentions. For the first time in centuries Venti feels unsure and unfamiliar - it’s a new thing, he feels like that small wind spirit again, and you're the new nameless bard in his eyes. Precious, mortal and frail.

He wants to keep you safe, having witnessed millenias of death, even if it goes against his ideals. Who needs freedom, when you’re dead? Of course it is not some dark, musty dungeon, but the whole Mondstadt, with every lightest breeze being Venti’s eyes and ears. You will never learn of your confinement, he won’t allow you to have even the slightest doubt or inkling of your indepence. Everytime you try to leave Mondstadt an uncharacteristically strong gust of wind rises and skies darken, strange blizzards last for weeks and your plans are completely crushed.

He will approach you in that time, his carefree and witty nature charming you in a second. Venti spent centuries living among humans, disguising as one, and he knows what makes you tick very well, having heard your prayers once or twice, it's no wonder that you quickly befriend him.

He is a pleasant company knowing what and when to say things, even if some of his drunken antics are enough to form a headache. You spend time with him in shared joy and laughter, as he suggests one breathtaking idea after the other, and soon start to develop feelings for him too, unaware of the darker urges lurking underneath his skin.

Sometimes Venti wants to whisk you away - somewhere hidden and desolate, to the place where only the wind can reach, so he could be the only one to drink in your sight, to hear your lovely voice. Sometimes he wants to mark you, an anemo vision would suffice, so not even mortals but archons alike wouldn’t be able to touch you in any way possible. Sometimes he wants to make an immortal out of you, prevent your inevitable death and shackle down to him with a burden of unending life.

Those are awful thoughts, he swears he will never act on them, but it’s hard, especially when he sees you. You wake up to an anemo vision one day, winds bring the gift of immortality to you on the other. His first wish still remains unfulfilled, but who knows for how long.

"What is happening?" you say more to yourself, than to the others, as winds lift up your form, and soon you are flying high in the sky, the ground becoming further and further and people slowly turning into tiny dots, before disappearing completely. Air carries you through the whole Mondstadt, and you try your own anemo vision to no avail, the teal orb shining yet not responding. You spend hours in the air, as forests underneath soon change into the green fields and sharp cliffs. A former Storm terror's lair, you realize, eyes widening in confusion.

They gently lower you to one of the steepest and tallest cliffs, leaving you alone with a landscape of the desolate ruins of the city and the familiar green cloaked figure.

DEATH

The demon brothers are in the RAD student council chambers when they sense something is wrong.

They visibly flinch and some of them gasp as a sudden emptiness washes over them.

Asmo is the first to notice that your pact mark on the inside of his wrist starts to fade.

The other brothers are frantic and start to palm over their clothes where your pact marks with them should be, realizing theirs are disappearing too.

Lucifer’s eyes go wide with realization at the same moment his D.D.D. starts ringing with an incoming call from Solomon.

Barbatos senses the seriousness of the situation and is already conjuring a portal to Solomon’s location.

Lucifer is the first one to step through, with his brothers stumbling behind him.

They arrive in the human world and see Solomon leaning forward in a chair in a bright, sterile hallway, his head down and hair falling over his eyes. His D.D.D. is still clenched in his hands.

Solomon looks up with tears in his eyes and he whispers in a strangled voice, “I’m so sorry.”

Diavolo and Barbatos have to intervene before the power caused by the brothers’ overwhelming grief threatens to rip the human hospital apart.

The demon brothers don’t attend your funeral, but those responsible for carrying out your final wishes are surprised that all the expenses have been anonymously paid for. 

Solomon and the Angels watch nearby as your human friends and family circle your grave and pay their respects.

Simeon tried to prevent Luke from going with him, but he was forced to bring him after Luke begged Michael personally to let him say goodbye.

Simeon has to carry a sobbing Luke away when it’s time for them to leave, but Solomon stands by your graveside as the sun sets.

After night falls, the demon brothers materialize behind him and he teleports away so they can have privacy.

The demon brothers stand like fractured shadows around your final resting place, frozen and eerily silent, and they slowly return to the Devildom one by one. Lucifer is the last to leave, just before dawn.

REBIRTH

Michael recognizes your soul the moment you’re reborn in the Celestial Realm as an angel nearly 10 years later.

You’re not an angel youngling like Luke; your body is eerily similar to your human form without the demon pact marks or the Sorcerer’s Society sigils etched into your skin.

He is alone with you and you look at him with uncertainty - you should be an empty shell, reborn with no memory or purpose except the Celestial Realm’s calling.

Curiosity prompts him to ask you your name, and you respond with the human name from your former life.

He realizes anything you do as an angel from this point forward will be tainted by the remnants of your former existence.

Michael takes a lot of risks as he bends and twists the limits of his power to allow you certain freedoms while he deliberates the best course of action.

You ask him oddly specific questions about the human world and the Devildom that a newborn angel shouldn’t be asking; you haven’t regained your entire memory, but he suspects it’s only a matter of time.

He promises himself that he will not lie to you even when you start asking more difficult questions, but he expects that will be easier said than done.

Your knowledge is lacking when it comes to the inner working and responsibilities of the Celestial Realm and he decides to tutor you personally.

He also makes a point to keep you separate from the other angels as much as possible, especially your former exchange student companions.

Simeon starts to suspect Michael is hiding something but he can’t figure out what.

Michael knows his threats don’t scare Simeon the way they do the other angels; he begs Simeon for his patience instead, which startles Simeon into reluctant agreement not to pry further into Michael’s noticeably withdrawn behaviour.

Michael finds you one night when you are thrashing in your sleep, and when he nudges your shoulder to wake you, you cling to him as you wail at the memory of your death.

After that night, the floodgates seem to burst and your other memories quickly return.

You pester Michael with endless questions about all the friends you left behind, specifically Lucifer and the other brothers.

Michael relents when you plead with him to tell you, even though he knows that it’s going to hurt you to learn the truth:

Your death triggered a lot of uncertainty and turmoil within the Devildom. Lucifer and his brothers became the worst versions of themselves as they struggled with their grief. Diavolo had to intervene with a firm hand to prevent them from completely undoing all the progress he made in uniting the three realms while you were alive.

Relations between the Devildom and the other realms became strained and uncertain.

Michael tells you that the exchange program had been suspended until recently, but the successful conclusion indicated that the Devildom had regained focus on continued peace and camaraderie with the Celestial Realm and human world.

You beg Michael to let you return to the Devildom, and he refuses.

You threaten to fall willingly if that’s what it takes, but he warns you that your circumstances are too volatile - he can’t predict what would happen to the ongoing stability of the three worlds if you should drift off this current path.

Despite his refusal to allow you to visit the Devildom, he sees how lost and broken you are.

He promises to come up with a way for you to eventually meet the demon brothers again.

You ask Michael if he thinks they still remember you, and he grudgingly admits that he thinks that they probably do.

RETURN

In an unlikely request, Diavolo receives a proposal from Michael that would allow a Celestial Realm representative to live in the Devildom on a long-term basis.

Diavolo tentatively agrees, seeing the olive branch for what it is and knowing Michael wouldn’t make that offer lightly.

The demon brothers (except for Lucifer) want to protest on principle, assuming the worst about Michael and they don’t hide their suspicions from Diavolo or their eldest brother.

Lucifer makes it his responsibility to bring his brothers in line so that Diavolo’s goals can be achieved, even though he is just as bothered by the idea as his brothers are.

Solomon is summoned to the Devildom, a rare occurrence these days. He agrees to Diavolo and Michael’s request to host their negotiations in the human world as a neutral party.

Diavolo insists the demon brothers attend as a sign of unity and good faith; they want to refuse, having avoided returning to the human world as much as possible since your passing, but finally concede after threats of punishment from Lucifer.

Michael feels overwhelming pity for his brothers when he sees them. He can see through their masks of indifference that your absence has haunted them, although he is surprised they truly cared about you that much.

As the meeting continues, Lucifer becomes increasingly annoyed by the sympathetic looks Michael gives him and his brothers from across the table.

When discussions are starting to wind down, Michael comments that you would be proud of the work the Devildom has achieved in your absence.

The unexpected mention of your name is like a trigger: Mammon pushes away from the table and paces behind his chair; Levi hugs his knees to his chest and buries his head; Asmo covers his mouth as he lets out a sob, eyes watering. Satan tries to rise from his seat with a growl, but Beel pushes him back down; and Belphie shoots him a murderous look.

Lucifer’s eyes narrow and he grits out that they wouldn’t dream of tarnishing your memory by failing to accomplish what you helped them work for.

Michael explains that he’s surprised an ordinary human could affect him this much.

Diavolo and Barbatos share a nervous look at the growing tension, and Solomon interrupts, proposing that they end the meeting for now.

Lucifer tells Michael to stop talking about things that he couldn’t possibly understand. He pulls out his D.D.D. and tells Diavolo that he and his brothers will be leaving if they’re no longer needed.

Michael asks him about the lizard charm swinging from his D.D.D., the plastic faded and worn down by time; he nods to himself when Lucifer’s only response is icy silence, like he expected nothing else.

Michael suggests that they take a moment to meet the proposed diplomat he’d like to assign to the Devildom, the sooner the better - he insists they’re very eager to begin their assignment.

Diavolo placates everyone by stating he trusts Michael’s judgement and meeting them now isn’t necessary.

Michael’s eyes twinkle with a strange mischief that Lucifer can’t explain.

After a moment, Lucifer hears the soft swish of feathers as someone materializes in an open doorway nearby.

He recognizes the familiar pair of eyes first, and they’re staring back at him with such so much longing and hope he can barely breathe .

Time seems to stand still for a moment as everyone in the room freezes with shared looks of disbelief, doubt, and shock.

When the spell is broken, it is with a flurry of activity: Lucifer moves first, launching himself across the room and pulling you into a tight embrace against his chest, your white feathers brushing against his black ones.

The other brothers quickly surround you, and you end up in a pile on the floor as the demons you missed so much whisper your name and touch your face as if they can't believe you've come back to them.

Barbatos and Solomon both watch in stunned silence, eager to know how these events unfolded but smart enough to know that those questions can wait for now.

Diavolo wipes a tear from his eye, chuckling happily as he and Michael stand and shake hands.

Shenhe is fiercely protective. Your safety is of the utmost importance. Even the slightest of hurt will not go unpunished under her gaze. Like red-crowned cranes, Shenhe is also aggressive and territorial; any slight intrusion into what she deems hers is marked as an enemy which must be eliminated.

Oh, she might restrict her actions if you were to comment on how "unusual" certain behaviours are, as that's how she learns when something is socially acceptable. Ultimately, she is highly deferential towards your requests, knowing that her actions are... unpalatable to most. Your words are how she's gradually reintegrating into society, so she treats them with reverence.

But the thing is. If you don't notice her subtle glares toward the people that dare approach you, speak intimately to you, touch you when even she has not the privilege to do so—then you can't tell her to stop, can you?

You'd be in the middle of bartering with a merchant who's acting too friendly to make a sale, and Shenhe doesn't know why, but it makes her unhappy. So she gives a frosty stare behind you as you chatter on, and the merchant becomes paler and paler, until eventually, they realize how close they are to death when Shenhe casually twirls her polearm—to her, a habit for calming down; to them, a sentence of execution. At that point, they'll cut you off the conversation, pleading illness or simply agreeing to your terms. Anything to get the deadly woman behind you away from their stand.

You, on the other hand, are oblivious to it all. You'll even tell her, "I think you're my lucky charm, Shenhe! Every time I go to the market with you, I always get the best deals." This is a huge praise for Shenhe, because she's always believed herself to be a cursed child, especially with her 'curse of calamity'.

So these aspects of her violence goes unchecked—encouraged even. And if there's a couple of dead bodies left along the way... It's not as if you know enough to tell her to stop. She's trying to help rid you of nuisances, that's all. You were complaining about them; she's just finding a solution to the problem, no thanks even needed. She won't even speak of them to you, because it would just bring your mood down to hear about them.

You could feel everyone’s eyes on you. The air was thick with anticipation, and you could feel a storm brewing underneath the surface. You were no idiot, and you had known something was not right as soon as you stepped into the dining room. Everyone’s faces were tense and even Cyno, Sethos and Itto had no jokes to tell. Pantalone’s ever-present smile was gone and replaced with a serious expression. Gorou’s fluffy ears were flattened against his head, and his tail was swishing nervously behind him. Flins had given you a pitiful look when you entered the room, before he quickly looked away.

Despite the drug working fast, you were still aware of everything that happened around you, albeit dazed. Your body was slightly numb, and it felt as if cotton was wrapped all around you. It was an unpleasant and odd sensation, and you tried to squirm in your seat. Alhaitham stopped your movements with a gentle hand and helped you leaned against the backrest without tilting forwards. His turquoise eyes watched you with an unreadable expression that only worsened your uncomfortably.

Neuvillette rose from his seat opposite of the table and down two seats to your right. He cleared his throat before he spoke. “I had hoped we did not have to have this meeting, but it is necessary. We will all do what we agreed to: vote for what you feel right. There are some here who are very vocal about their opinion” his lilac gaze wandered to Rerir and Childe “But I must ask you to keep it civil. We would not want anyone to get hurt” he let his eyes wander over the table, before he sat down. “We will do this nation wise. We start with Mondstadt. This way we keep it more organised” he nodded towards Venti who sat at the far end of the table.

You blinked in confusion. What was he talking about? You were about to open your mouth when Zhongli sent you a warning look.

“I’m against it. I don’t think this is the right course of action” Venti shook his head, causing his braids to swish from side to side.

Dahlia and Albedo agreed with the bard. It wasn’t until the Cavalry Captain opened his mouth, that fear took root in you. “I think it’s a fitting punishment” Kaeya’s lone eye met yours and a shiver ran down your spine.

“You cannot be serious” his brother scoffed.

“I agree with Kaeya. It is a breach of the contract, and it must be treated accordingly. We cannot let such a deed go unpunished. I will not allow it” the God of Contracts put down his teacup as his intense golden eyes found yours. Their inhuman pupils were enough to quicken your heart rate to an alarming pace.

What kind of punishment was this? You knew what you had done to deserve it (in their eyes that is): attempting to escape once and for all. It was foolish of you to think you ever stood a chance against Xiao’s deadly grip. You had made a grave mistake and now you were going to pay for it. A harsh shiver rattled through you, causing the architect on your left to gently hold your hand.

“There are other ways to punish her. This is not the way” Venti’s usually jovial had a biting tone to it which would have given you a whiplash had it not been for the anxiety attack that was currently keeping you preoccupied.

“I believe this is a good way” Baizhu sighed. Asshole.

“I agree with M— Zhongli” Xiao cleared his throat as he folded his arms.

Ayato chuckled “Ahh… but I must also agree with you two. A punishment is due for our dear [Name].” His lips were twisted up into a sly smirk, and you cowered in your seat. The head of the Kamisato Clan never failed to make you shiver. He was not someone who you should underestimate. The number of people who had suddenly disappeared was not something you could overlook.

The blonde man behind him shook his head with an uncomfortable sigh. “I vote against it” Thoma spoke.

Gorou ran a hand through his hair “We shouldn’t do this. This really isn’t a good idea” his ears twitched as he winced. Do what?

“I am against this. Surely there is another solution?” the samurai wore an expression of defeat.

“Oh, absolutely not. I think it’s a marvellous idea to break her legs!” Heizou exclaimed.

What? Panic washed over you like a tsunami, and you ripped your hand out of Kaveh’s hand as you screamed as loud as the drug let you. “WHAT THE HELL?? NO! PLEASE NO!” you screamed your throat raw as you scratched at the hands that were trying to keep you still. “I hate you! I hate you all!” you cried, fat tears streaming down your eyes furiously. God, you hated them.

“Calm down” Alhaitham sneered through gritted teeth.

“I thought the drug was stronger?”

“I didn’t want to drug her too much.”

“Hold her still” a syringe pierced the skin of your neck, and you tried to bite the fox’s hand when he removed the now empty syringe.

“What the fuck, Heizou? Are you fucking insane?” Wanderer spat.

The whole room erupted into shouting from all sorts of directions, but you weren’t able to pay attention as this time the drug was even quicker and stronger, making your entire body heavy and your senses dull. You couldn’t even force out a single word of protest. You were utterly helpless, and you could only sit and cry silently.

“Order!” Neuvillette slammed his hand flat against the table, causing everyone to fall quiet. “If we may please continue” he nodded towards Itto.

The oni nodded. “Alright, well… uh… I think it’s a bad idea, y’know? I don’t wanna hurt her. That’s just wrong on so many levels dude.”

“I vote for” the General Mahamatra didn’t meet your cloudy gaze, instead he stared into the wall opposite of him, deep in thought.

“I’m against it. Extremely. It can’t be a good solution” Kaveh found your hand again. He didn’t mind the fact that it was limp, but instead gave it a reassuring squeeze, which didn’t help you one bit.

“I’m obviously not opposed to the idea” Wanderer scoffed.

“Me neither. She needs to learn a lesson” Alhaitham agreed beside you. Anger and fear ran cold through your veins, and you tried to will your body to move away from the scribe, but to no avail.

“I don’t want to agree, but I do” Tighnari’s entire face was distorted in a stare of conflict.

“Naah, I agree with Hatguy!”

“I told you not to call me that” Wanderer snapped at Sethos, earning him a grin.

“Though I do understand why some of you may be inclined to believe that… temporarily immobilise her legs is the best solution, I believe that is not a suitable punishment” Neuvillette turned his attention to you “No matter what outcome you end up with, I do hope you remember how much we all love you. We are doing this out of love, after all.”

“Well said, Neuvillette. Though I must politely disagree” the Duke shot the Iudex a smile.

“Ahh, ma chérie. You have wound us all so. Don’t you think you should make it up to us?” the sly words that feel from the magicians’ lips made your skin crawl with disgust. How dare he.

“Agreed” was all Kinich had to say. His annoying dragon companion was nowhere to be seen as Ajaw had been banned from the meeting.

“Come one guys… Really? I feel like this is just a quick solution” Ororon rubbed his temples.

“Agree with my bro here, let’s not. Don’t you also agree, Flins.”

“Yeah. I agree with the two of you. As Ororon said, this is just a quick solution.”

Varka sighed. “A difficult question, no doubt. Though I must go with yes. This is necessary and I believe those who have yet to vote, all agree with me.”

Capitano only agreed with a short grunt.

“Well of course I agree. It’s the most natural course of action. We have given you so much [Name], and yet you still decide to flee? Absolutely deplorable” Pantalone clicked his tongue.

“Wise words Grandmaster. It’s the only way to correct misbehaviour. We made a deal with her and she broke it. It is as simple as that” the infamous Doctor spoke with a slight smile playing on his lips. He was more of a demon than a man.

Childe ran his hand down his face. “Man, I really don’t wanna do this, [Name]. But you really give us no other choice.”

“Me neither, but some sacrifices must be made” Dainsleif turned to the man who sat at the end of the table. “What about you, Rerir, what do you think?”

Your anger all disappeared through your daze as you slowly lifted your head to look at Rerir. His magenta eyes were already boring into you, looking through your soul. His posture was slumped forward as he leaned on the table with his elbows, and he bore an expression that was almost pained, which he probably was: being in the same room as the archons and knowing him he definitely was. You knew what he was going to say before he even opened his mouth. You knew you could say bye-bye to your ability to walk. You wanted to scream, but you were silenced by the drug.

“Let’s break them. It’s deserved” was all he said before he stood up from his eat and left the room. No one dared to stop him of the mortals, and the ones who might have balls enough, ignored him.

The entire room fell completely silent for a while before Neuvillette finally spoke. “It’s settled then” was all he said before he too left the room. You stared down at the table in front of you. The veins of the wood running like rivers and it reminded you of the many rivers you had crossed with your dear friend, Lumine, before all of this. No one said anything as the silent tears that had ran down from your eyes since Heizou revealed what was at stake. You couldn’t see anymore, and breathing became even more difficult as snot began to clog your nose. It was disgusting, but you didn’t have it in you to care. You hated your life. You wanted to disappear. Forever. You missed your home. God, why did you have to be stuck in Teyvat?

“It’s okay” Kaveh gently shushed your quiet sobs as he kissed the top of your head.

“I can carry her” Varka’s booming voice sounded behind you. Strong arms lifted you from the chair and against his broad chest.

Varka walked through the seemingly endless hallways of the mansion. The light was dim and the outside dark. The floor creaked slightly underneath his boots in some places. You watched the back of the blue haired man as he guided you to the medical wing. Tighnari walked behind Dottore, and his ears twitched nervously. Baizhu and Albedo walked behind you in tow. Albedo at first hadn’t wanted to join, but after a bit of convincing he agreed.

The only thing you could properly focus on was the primal fear that was blooming inside your chest. It was a truly horrible feeling. Your heart was hammering through your chest, and your tears had continuously flowed for what felt like an eternity. The more you watched Zandik’s back, the closer you could feel your impending doom.

The room was white and sterile. It was cold and unwelcoming and you tensed in Varak’s arms. In the middle of the room was a surgical table. Multiple trays with various instruments and scalpels stood beside it and only a quick glance at them almost made you hurl up your lunch. Varka sat your carefully down on the table and your breathing became eradicated. You tried to scream, to tell them to not do this, but your voice was nowhere to be found.

Varka gentle wiped away your tears with his thumb and kissed your forehead. “I will leave this to you then” he said to the four others.

You tried to reach out to his arm, but your hand only laid limp by your side.

Varka cast you one last glance, before he closed the door behind him.

“Can you turn her around?” the Harbinger ordered. He only gave you a quick glance, before he turned to the sink to wash his hands.

Tighnari hummed in agreement as he gently turned you over on your stomach. He carefully turned your head to the side.

An IV was attached into your hand by the green haired doctor. You met his serpent eyes, and he gave you a small smile in return.

It didn’t take longe before your daze deepened, and you could only hear, smell and see. Your entire body was numb, and you felt nothing at all. Everything happening around you was unregistered by you. The strong irony smell hit your nose, and you would have gagged had you not been drugged.

The scalpel cut into the skin of your ankle like butter. The cute was perfect, but such was to be excepted by the infamous Doctor. He watched as the warm crimson emerge from the cut and painted your skin in the beautiful colour. He would be lying if he didn’t say the scene before him was absolutely beautiful. A speak of blood soaked the surgical paper that covered your legs. Dottore stared as it bloomed out into a flower. He glanced to the man beside him. Baizuh’s orange eyes were glittering with something akin to awe as he watched the Harbinger continue to cut through the tissue above the tendon. He would make sure to make the cut clean enough so that it could be healed properly, should it be necessary. Failure was not a part of Dottore’s dictionary, so the cut naturally turned out to be absolutely perfection.

“We may have our differences, but I would be lying if I said your work weren’t impressive” Baizhu mused through his surgical mask.

Dottore hummed in response as he began stitching the wound close. “Do you want to do the other leg?”

The spectacled nodded. “Yes.”

Albedo watched them work from a chair by the wall; his arms crossed over his chest. The synthetic human sighed “I know I was against this punishment in the first place, but I must admit I have started to change my mind.”

“Oh? And why is that?” the fox asked from your side as he was carefully taking your vitals.

“After giving it a bit of thought, I realise while it’s not… optimal for [Name], it’s necessary in order to keep her safe.”

“I am glad you finally realise such” Dottore chuckled.

Baizhu gently stroked the skin underneath the open cut. He was silent for a while as if he was lost in thought. Zandik raised his brow, before he curled his lips into a smile behind his facemask.

“I get what you’re feeling. Sometimes I want to open her up and hold her hearth. There is something about her blood that is oddly intriguing. I get why that bat is so obsessed with biting her till her skin breaks. Maybe I shall have a taste myself one day.”

“That was a graphic description…” Tighnari scrunched his nose.

“Perhaps… But am I not allowed to indulge in a little daydreaming?”

Baizhu gazed into the incision and onto the torn tendon. “I can’t wait for her to be completely dependent on us. I can already imagine her helpless eyes, begging us to take care of her” he paused “Or telling us to go to hell. That might be more realistic” he laughed.

You groggily opened your eyes. The light was too bright, and you hissed before you closed them again. A warm hand gently stroked your forehead. You carefully cracked one eye open and was met with the warm red gaze of the samurai. His white hair was loose and had gently framed his angelic face. His eyes softened as he smiled.

“How are you feeling?”

You tensed as you thought back to the cold white room. You weakly removed the duvet from your legs and when the sight of white bandages met you, you let out a bloodcurdling scream. The gate opened and put flowed your tears like streams from your eyes and onto the duvet.

You couldn’t even speak, only cry and scream. You were absolutely heartbroken, the betrayal almost too much to handle. Kazuha cradled you in his warms, his soft smell enveloping your senses. Your cried into his chest, soaking his clothing, but he didn’t seem to care.

“It’s okay. Sush, I know, my love. I know I promise it will be okay” he whispered, though you could make out a certain unsureness in his voice. It seemed he wanted to convince him rather than you.

“I hate you all” you choked out.

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